Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 702 Junhe Offers Treasure, Jade Pearl Intercepts and Kills
A decadent atmosphere filled the air, and the decadent music gradually faded away. The beautiful woman with a graceful figure in the private room had unknowingly fallen into a dream world.

Fang Yi, dressed in white and wearing a lotus crown, glanced over and sensed Li Heng's concealed seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, then nodded slightly.

"He's not completely stupid; he knows how to conceal his true nature."

"Hehe, Master's teachings are excellent..." Li Heng stood up and said with an embarrassed smile.

"I have a vivid memory of Senior Brother Sheng Bo'an's experience. The treacherous maid of Biyue Pavilion is eyeing the high-grade Dao Foundation cultivators in our sect. I am naturally on guard."

Fang Yi chuckled and lowered his gaze to Li Heng as if examining him closely.

"Buzz!"

The power of the withering and flourishing magic condensed into a strand of azure silk, which was then inserted into Li Heng's acupoints. The silk traveled along the meridians, sensing the purity of the magic power, the resilience of his physical body, and the depth of his soul...

half an hour.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"With the cultivation level of the seventh stage of Foundation Establishment, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit can be considered top-grade."

Heng'er, with your superior spiritual root and the aptitude of the Sunflower Water Dao Body, you are expected to condense your core within sixty years.

How are your preparations going?

"Pellet formation?"

Li Heng's face showed anticipation.

Although the cultivation level of the seventh level of Foundation Establishment is strong, and can be considered top among Foundation Establishment cultivators, it is ultimately no match for the Core Formation cultivator who has the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit combined, has a long lifespan, and possesses abundant magical power.

Condensing the elixir is too difficult.

By uniting the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, one can overcome the tribulations of inner demons and heavenly lightning.
Three trials and tribulations, countless geniuses have fallen on the path to Core Formation.

Although he has condensed a high-grade Dao foundation, he has no grasp on the formation of the Golden Core.

As the number one sect in Dayun, Xuanyang Mountain has a profound foundation and possesses a third-tier spiritual land and a tribulation-resolving formation.

Of ten Foundation Establishment seed cultivators, it's difficult for even one to condense a true core.

Moreover, he intends to pursue high-quality elixirs to aid his future cultivation, so he naturally needs to make careful plans.

With a superior Dao Foundation and the blessing of the Kui Water Dao Body, Li Heng would not be content if he did not attempt to break through to the Golden Core stage.

“Master, with my current cultivation level, it will take me at least sixty years of arduous cultivation to condense my core…”

"Now that I have solidified my foundation, I must break through to the peak of Foundation Establishment as soon as possible before I can begin preparing for Core Formation and collecting the necessary spiritual materials."

"Hmm." Fang Yi nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his disciple Li Heng.

His natural talent, opportunities, and temperament are all of the highest quality.

As for a little bit of beauty, I'm not obsessed with it; it's just a diversion.

The condensation of the elixir within the Jiazi cycle is enough to add a heavy weight to his lineage.

"I must return to Xuan Yang Mountain to condense my inner core. Heng'er, summon Zhao'er and Yu'er to Xuan Zhen Garden. I have important matters to discuss with you."

"Yes... Master!"

Seeing Fang Yi's figure disappear amidst the swirling mist, Li Heng exhaled a breath of turbid air, took out a spirit stone and placed it on the sandalwood table, then quickly left.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, one gathering spiritual herbs in the spiritual fields and the other refining spiritual iron in the mine, both had considerable distances to travel...

A guess began to form in his mind.

"Our master summoned us three fellow disciples. Does this mean we must take that step?"

From the Treasure Pavilion, a communication talisman, surrounded by spiritual light, transformed into a cloud crane, flapping its wings and gracefully descending.

"Clang!" A resounding sword cry rang out, surrounded by golden sword energy, as a hand with distinct knuckles extended out.

"The sect leader has finally shown himself!"

Holding the communication talisman, Qian Junhe thought back to how many fake alchemists had been so attentive to Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and others that year.

His mind raced, and he gave instructions to the tall, upright young steward in front of him.

"Mingwen, go to the inner treasury and fetch the books I've acquired over the past few days."

"No, I'll go myself."

Qian Junhe abruptly stood up and gave the order. "The Gu family and the Chen family are still using ancient books to haggle over prices."
Mingwen, come again, and increase the price by 30%. The sect leader wants to collect ancient books, and I will make sure things are handled perfectly.

As a cultivator from the Qian family who had pledged allegiance to Qian Junhe, Qian Mingwen understood the importance of the matter, knowing that their fates were intertwined.

After the beast tide, Fang Yi, the spirit healer, became famous far and wide, along with his third-tier demonic pet.

Unaware that he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator or a fake Core Formation cultivator, he was trying to curry favor with Fang Yi.

For some time during that year, Fang Yi's whereabouts were uncertain, but the various families never stopped being so attentive to Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng.

Among them were many charlatans vying for the position of Master of the Treasure Pavilion.
Qian Mingwen gave a bitter smile. "Brother, the Gu family and the Chen family will crush the ancient book you seek."

This 30% markup probably won't be enough!

"Not enough?" Qian Junhe's face was icy. He knew that he was in a hurry to collect ancient books, and that the two families had seen through his situation and were taking the opportunity to raise the price.

"Master Fang ordered me to collect ancient books and rare copies. Now that he has summoned me, how can I leave empty-handed?!"
Mingwen, do you know how many fake alchemists and those with the potential to form a core want to befriend Sect Leader Fang?

How many people covet the position of Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion?

His tone grew increasingly cold, like ancient ice, freezing one's soul.

"If those two families don't know what's good for them, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Mingwen, take my token and visit the rogue cultivators Black Knife, Blood Demon, and Ancient Cold.
These days, demonic lineages are constantly emerging, and these rogue cultivators are all begging my Treasure Pavilion to exchange for spiritual bones and flesh.
If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!
These two Foundation Establishment cultivators mostly hunted scattered monsters in the Suodu Mountain; it's a perfect opportunity to send them on their way!

Qian Junhe's aura was sharp and his killing intent was chilling. "No one, no matter who they are, should even think of disturbing my efforts to please Master Fang!"

evening.

A bright, round moon hangs high in the sky, casting its silvery light upon the ancient city of Dadu.

In Xuanzhen Garden.

At the Bafang Pavilion, Fang Yi, dressed in white, sat by a stone table, exuding a carefree and elegant air.

Fan Deye served by his side, holding a jade pot to brew spiritual tea, occasionally glancing curiously at the cultivators with sharp auras below the stone steps.

'So powerful! This cultivator under my master seems to be even stronger than my father.'

Qian Junhe hunched over, ignoring Fan Deye's prying eyes, or perhaps he dared not care.

If it were an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator, daring to act so recklessly, he would have already taught them a bloody lesson, at least crippling their cultivation.

But when facing Fan Deye, he restrained his sharp aura to some extent, suppressing the natal magic sword that was stirring in his sleeve, for fear of offending Fan Deye.

He held the bulging storage bag, his eyes lowered, his expression humble.

"Sect Leader, these are ancient books and jade slips that I have collected from various sources; they are all original copies."

"Hmm." Inside the Eight Directions Pavilion, Fang Yi made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the storage bag was taken into his hand.

He probed the storage bag with his divine sense, finding tattered ancient books, old jade slips, and cracked animal bones.
The various ancient books and jade artifacts have been passed down for a hundred years or more than four hundred years.

"Excellent! Junhe, you've done a great job." Fang Yi nodded slightly in praise.

"Serving the sect leader is a blessing for Junhe; how could I dare to complain about hardship?"

Qian Junhe bowed even lower, and seeing that Fang Yi was satisfied, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the battle of the beast tide, Dadu Ancient City was calm and peaceful. Many important figures in Xuanyang Mountain had caught wind of this and wanted to take action against Duobao Pavilion.

Those fake alchemists dared not offend Fang Yi's dignity.

But he not only had the idea of ​​squeezing him out of Duobaoge and then serving Fang Yi, he was also extremely bold in doing so.

As far as Qian Junhe knew, five members of the sect who were actually cultivators at the rank of True Immortal had already made contact with Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng.

"As for the matter of the Treasure Pavilion, I said you would be in charge, and I will not let anyone interfere," Fang Yi said calmly.

As his cultivation improved, his reputation as a third-tier spiritual healer spread far and wide, attracting cultivators from Xuan Yang Mountain.

However, the fake cultivators who delivered the visiting cards all had their own agendas and were not as capable as Qian Junhe.

Qian Junhe's early Foundation Establishment cultivation level was both a disadvantage and an advantage.

His low cultivation level was enough to ensure that Qian Junhe would not dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts and would do his best to collect spiritual items for him.
"You may leave," Fang Yi said.

"Yes," Qian Junhe slowly retreated out of the courtyard, his gaze filled with envy as he looked at Fan Deye, who was in the Bafang Pavilion and had a curious expression on his face.

Fang Yi took a mere Qi Refining cultivator as his disciple, and from that moment on, his status changed dramatically, transforming him from a sparrow into a phoenix, rising to the top in one step.

"Deye, you may also step down," Fang Yi waved his hand, dismissing his disciple. What happened next was beyond his knowledge and involvement.

"Master, this disciple takes his leave." Fan Deye bowed respectfully and took his leave.

A quarter of an hour later, the banners of the Ruins of Desolation and Prosperity fluttered, and the blue spiritual light flowed and transformed into a magical barrier, isolating the courtyard from the outside world.

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, the phantom of a six-pointed plum blossom appearing in his eyes. His gaze swept over the Xuanji Garden, his familiar divine sense constantly spying on him.

"Senior Brother Yan, why resort to such despicable behavior?"

His lips moved, transmitting his voice into the ear and into the Mysterious Garden.

A Bagua rune flowed, faintly visible. Inside the waterside pavilion, Yan Youtai snorted coldly and put away the Heavenly Secret Bagua Plate.

Xuanji Garden.

Yan Youtai's expression darkened slightly, and his body was filled with surging silver spiritual light, with numerous runes representing Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li flowing around him.

Fang Yi.
I'm out of the running, but my good junior brother Xiao Yan is also in seclusion, condensing his inner core.

Given the temperament of Ancestor Tianque, Xiao Yan is at least 70% confident that he can condense a true core.

Yan Youtai's gaze was like that of a venomous snake, fixed on Xuanzhen Garden, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

He was determined to support Xiao Yan in putting Fang Yi in a difficult position.

There are already enough True Immortals of the Wood Dao at Xuan Yang Mountain; there's no need for Fang Yi to stand out and compete with him for spiritual treasures.
Even if Chi Meizi had condensed his Nascent Soul, Xuan Yang Mountain could only support one or two Great Masters of the Wood Dao at most.

Zhang Hengyi, a master of the Wood Dao Golden Core, wields the sect's treasure, the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, which he will deal with after Yan Youtai inherits the Heavenly Mystery Peak's lineage.

Fang Yi, however, absolutely cannot allow him to accept all the support from the sect.

As a third-tier Celestial Master, he knew the profound secrets of Xuan Yang Mountain very well. If Fang Yi were to truly benefit from them...

One's cultivation will inevitably advance by leaps and bounds.
Yan Youtai, harboring resentment, said bitterly, "Grandmaster, you didn't help me suppress Fang Yi."
Don't blame me for being ruthless and sending Fang Yi on his way."

Xuanzhen Garden.

"Yan Youtai is really looking for trouble."

Once Deye has established his foundation, and I have figured out what Tianquezi is thinking, I will send him on his way.

Behind Fang Yi, the power of withering and flourishing gathered, transforming into an ancient tree with gnarled branches.

The ancient tree stands tall and majestic, with a long, verdant vine encircling its roots, the Daoist essence of Jia wood and Yi wood shining brightly together.

"Now, let's see how the preparations for the blood offerings of the Crimson Yin are going."
"The Blood Spring Coffin needs the help of these talented individuals to break through to become a mid-grade magic weapon."

"Edict!"

With a flick of his fingertips, he subtly intercepted the aura of cultivators within the ancient city who were practicing Yin, Darkness, Blood, Bone, or Corpse, or refining corresponding magical artifacts.

The auras of various magical artifacts, including the [Banner of the Wraiths], [White Bone Sword], [Human Skin Lantern], [Soul-Piercing Chain], and [Crimson Blood Cauldron], are faintly perceptible.

Crimson, gray, and pale light converged, transforming into a map showing the distribution of evil cultivators in the ancient city.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

The demonic legacy left behind is spreading well in Sudu Mountain.

Fang Yi's lips curled up; the speed at which the demonic cultivation tradition in the Sudu Mountain spread was even faster than expected.

In a short time, he had already sensed the aura of nearly ten top-grade magical artifacts.

"It seems that the major sects of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, such as Xuan Yang Mountain, Bi Shui Pavilion, and Bai Gu Men, are tacitly suppressing it."

The scattered cultivators in the entire Sudu Mountain region are extremely lacking in lineage, which is why the demonic lineage I laid out has spread so quickly.”

Fang Yi gazed intently at the ancient city, his aura inscrutable, like a cold and greedy ancient glutton.

Those who refine demonic artifacts in the ancient city of Dadu are regarded as food on a plate and meat in a mouth.

"There are two fake Core Formation cultivators who are also refining demonic artifacts. Their twelve magical restrictions are complete, but they are still one tribulation away from becoming true magic treasures."
Hmm, time to get used to the Tier 3 ruins.”

Fang Yi weighed the storage bag in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and shook his head.

"These inherited texts are quite old, but they are still lacking in the skill to fake a third-tier inheritance."

The goal is to subdue the cunning fake Core Formation cultivator and the Core Formation Seed, and then use them to refine a demonic treasure to nourish the Blood Spring Coffin.
We still need the jade slips and magical artifacts passed down within the sect for nearly a thousand years. Once we return to the sect, we'll take care of this matter first.

At the Biyue Pavilion, a water mirror hangs high, reflecting the scenery of Xuanzhen Garden and observing Fang Yicang's vigorous energy.

"Summon your disciples and collect spiritual items; Fang Yi is returning to the sect to condense his core."
"Junior Sister Xuanzhi has condensed her inner core; is Old Ghost Tianque getting anxious?"

Jade Pearl Immortal narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, holding a deep blue jade ruler in his hand, its precious light shimmering, the sound of the tides lapping echoing around him.

"Heh, the sect was prepared this time. Fang Yi, where do you think you're going?"
The Azure Sea Suppressing Ruler, secretly enshrined within the sect, is a top-grade magic weapon.

"To deal with you, a third-tier spiritual healer, I've used this treasure. Fang Yi, you can die without regret."

The Jade Pearl Immortal's aura became inexplicable, surrounded by tidal vapors, and he disappeared into the courtyard.

She and the Nine-Bend Immortal already had a tacit understanding.

Firstly, to stop Master Hu Lei and prevent the power of Xuan Yang Mountain from growing further.

She waited patiently for Fang Yi to fall into her trap.

A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, wielding a high-grade magic weapon, is slightly weaker than the sect leaders and true masters of various factions.

However, killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator with ten times the power would be a sure thing.

Fang Yi has a third-tier demon king as his spirit pet; once he appears, he cannot escape this calamity.
Ten days later.

Outside Xuanzhen Garden, a surge of divine consciousness descended, breaking through the magical restrictions.

Jade Pearl Immortal gazed at the spirit bamboo that was entangled with Fang Yi's energy, and at the empty cave, and felt nothing but mockery.

Her face was gloomy, and a heavy, oppressive aura filled the air.

"Fang Yi isn't here?"
When did you leave?!

Purple lightning flashed and roared as the Thunder God emerged from the beam of light.

"Fellow Daoist Yuzhu, what brings you to my Xuan Yang Mountain cave?"

Yu Zhu Zhenren suppressed his anger, his gaze turning sinister, and with a cold snort, he transformed into a streak of light and departed.

Now that things have come to this, it's not time to completely break ties with Xuanyang Mountain.

Mount Xuanyang, where the sun rises in the east, its path shines brightly.

Fang Yi stepped on azure auspicious clouds and slowly landed in front of the Ancestral Hall.

"The jade bead should have been discovered by now."
Ah, so the Azure Water Pavilion really does have some top-grade magic treasures hidden. These sects that can establish themselves in the Great Cloud are all incredibly good at hiding their treasures.

But they were a bit short of the mark if they wanted to harm me.

He had long anticipated that the cultivators from the Azure Water Pavilion would attempt to ambush him.

There is no other reason.

The third-tier spiritual medicine inheritance was originally unique to Bishui, giving them all the advantages.

Now that he has intercepted it, in this struggle for interests, Biyue Pavilion has no choice but to take drastic measures.
(End of this chapter)