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

Chapter 703 All Cultivators Welcome Him, Hengyi Tests His Teachings
In front of the Ancestral Hall.

On the ancient square paved with bluestone, the Yingfeng Pavilion has white jade tiles and ancient wood beams, and a cultivator inside exudes a high-spirited aura.

The young man stood upright, wearing a crimson robe embroidered with gold threads, holding a glass array plate in his hand, and occasionally glancing at the heavens.

'Judging by the time, Master Fang Yi should be arriving soon.'
Unexpectedly, he accomplished such a great feat in Dadu Ancient City, receiving the full support of the sect.

A streak of crimson light flashed past, and Feng Zemin's spiritual light paused slightly as he felt a surge of curiosity.

Ten days ago, when he entered Xuanyang Mountain, Yang Xuanyi was here.

Ten days later, why are you still here?
Yang Xuanyi was the youngest disciple of the previous generation's Grand Master of the Ancestral Hall, and was deeply favored, so he ran rampant in Xuanyang Mountain.

Even those who have reached the Core Formation stage within the sect will show some respect to them.

Now that our master has passed away, his senior brother Zhang Hengyi has taken over the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, and his backing is still top-notch.

'Which important figure dares to show such disrespect to Yang Xuan?'

Feng Zemin's mind raced, a brilliant idea flashed through his head, and he put on a flattering expression.

"Senior Brother Yang has been waiting here for ten days. Who is this important person with such a grand entourage?"
"Why don't you go and rest first, senior brother, and let me wait a while?"

"No need to trouble Junior Brother Feng, I can handle this matter myself."

Yang Xuanyi continued to gaze at the sky, not paying much attention to Feng Zemin, a well-known late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator among the younger generation of the Ancestral Hall.

After being rejected, Feng Zemin did not back down. He was able to cultivate to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and his ability to make friends was of paramount importance.

His smile became even more enthusiastic.

"No trouble!"

"No trouble!"

"Senior Brother Yang, I'm just idling around anyway, so I might as well keep watch over the Welcoming Breeze Pavilion for you."

"You're not qualified." Yang Xuan frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance rising in his heart.

Feng Zemin looked embarrassed and was about to speak, but he didn't want to make a scene or ease the tension.

A crimson light descended, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.

Yang Xuan straightened his headdress, shook off Feng Zemin, and his robe shimmered with spiritual light. He quickly smoothed out the wrinkles at the edges, took small steps forward, and bowed in a salute.

"Master Fang, Senior Brother Hengyi has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me."

"Uncle-Master Xuan Yi, there's no need for such formalities." Fang Yi smiled and used a gentle force, like a breeze, to stop Yang Xuan Yi from bowing.

Yang Xuan felt a slight sense of relief and stood up.

He had no choice but to be so respectful. Zhang Heng had told him half a month ago that Fang Yi had been fully trained by the sect, and since then, he had become very different.

As a direct descendant of the Ancestral Hall, how could he not know who the last cultivator to receive such treatment was?

Huang Guangsheng!
The Grand Master of the Ancestral Hall, a third-tier spirit plant master, is a legendary figure who, with a mid-grade earth spirit root aptitude, rose to the position of Grand Master without any support.

Ignoring the stunned Feng Zemin, Yang Xuanyi cupped his hands in a respectful greeting but did not bow.

"Greetings, Master Xu!"

"Greetings, Junior Brother Yang."

Xu Qingshe nodded slightly in return, without saying anything more.

After that, Yang Xuan greeted the four disciples behind Fang Yi one by one.

He then led Fang Yi and the others toward the Ancestral Hall.

"It's actually Fang Yi?"

As the crowd walked away, Feng Zemin muttered to himself, his face full of astonishment.

"How could it be Fang Yi?"
Even if he hadn't yet formed his core, Yang Xuanyi had been raised by Zhang Hengyi since childhood, giving him a powerful background.

There's no need for that.

Recalling Yang Xuan's words and actions, Feng Zemin's expression turned strange.

"That's too obsequious."

"Am I not high enough in status?"

With two True Immortals as his backers, Yang Xuanyi had little experience of the dangers of the cultivation world and was honest and straightforward in his dealings.

If someone says I'm not of enough status, then that's probably true in most cases.

He paced back and forth, a sense of unease rising in his heart. Since his cultivation reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment and he had been recognized by the sect's true master as a seed for Core Formation, he had been in a state of great anxiety.

It has been a long time since I've had such thoughts.

"Even with a third-tier demonic pet, Fang Yi's status shouldn't be like this."
Such treatment

A thought flashed through his mind, and he murmured, half excited and half astonished.

"Could it be that we are going to revive the old story of Patriarch Guang Sheng?!"

It shouldn't be like this.
With a Grand Master presiding over the sect, and Uncle-Master Hengyi having advanced to the mid-stage of Core Formation and taking charge of the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat, the sect has no shortage of resources.

Why waste spiritual items?

"No!" Feng Zemin recalled the four disciples behind Fang Yi.

One was at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and the other two were at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. Some possessed sharp and piercing auras, while others had enduring and powerful magical abilities, and still others were surrounded by swirling tides.
"With more and more competitors, we must find a backer!"

Otherwise, without the support of the sect, where can I find the spiritual material for Core Formation?"

Inside the Ancestral Hall, ancient trees stand serenely, and a stream murmurs gently, occasionally revealing golden scales leaping up and reflecting shimmering light.

The inner courtyard, which was several tens of feet in size, was transformed into a thousand feet in circumference by the blessing of the Small Sumeru Dharma by the immortals of successive generations.

Beside the rugged rocks, Zhang Heng stood with a purple-gold crown on his head, wearing a brocade robe and a jade ring at his waist, looking like a young master from a noble family, as if he had been carved and polished.

"It's been a long time since I last saw my junior apprentice, Fang."

"Uncle-Master Hengyi, it's been a long time," Fang Yi said with a smile.

"We'll continue with our story later."

"Now, the important matter is at hand."

Zhang Heng's gaze shifted, and his aura changed, as if an ancient tree had sprung up from the ground, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Is this Junior Brother Xu?"

"Top-grade elixir, refined alchemy skills, a promising young talent."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Hengyi."

Xu Qingshe's hair stood on end, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he was on high alert.

His magical power surged like a mighty river, and his body shimmered with a glassy halo, intersecting with the surging energy that had been secretly emanating from him.

"Den!"

"Den!"

"Den!"

As soon as their energies clashed, the shimmering light was reversed, forcing Xu Qingshe to retreat repeatedly.

"Such powerful magic."
He is far stronger than the Crimson-Eyed Ghost King in the Abyss of Souls.
He is no match for the previous Five-Flower Immortal.

Everyone thought Zhang Hengyi was of ordinary talent. After taking over the lineage of the Ancestral Hall, he followed the old ways and remained steady and unremarkable.

Even Lian Neng's ability to condense a golden core was due to Huang Guangsheng's reckless disregard for costs.

'You've all misread it!'
I thought he was harmless, but I never imagined he would be like a tiger fallen into the mountains. I had underestimated him.

Zhang Heng's eyes were slightly closed, a glint of light hidden within them, as if he were casting an unknown eye technique.
Unlike Fang Yi, who became Xiao Changce's disciple, the sect had records of his progress in Qi cultivation, foundation building, and even core condensation.

Miao Honggen is a direct descendant of the ancestral hall and can be trusted.

Master Xu Qingshe passed away peacefully, and his elixir was not formed on Xuan Yang Mountain; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a rogue cultivator.
Where do spiritual objects that have reached the Core Formation stage come from?
Who provided the third-tier spiritual vein?
Did they defect to another faction and become agents of the Biyue Pavilion, thus becoming a spy for the Zoroastrian Church?

Zhang Heng's eyes were clear, and he was not misled by the benefits brought by Xu Qingshe.

Although third-level alchemists are rare, joining the Ancestral Hall lineage is very beneficial, but it is also necessary to verify their identity and understand their background.

With a major event approaching at Xuan Yang Mountain, Chi Meizi could potentially break through to the Nascent Soul realm at any moment.

Even the slightest danger must be eliminated with all our might.
With a wave of his sleeve, Zhang Heng swept up Li Heng, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Fan Deye, and landed them in a side hall of the Ancestral Hall.

What follows is beyond the control of those who are not Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm finding it hard to keep up with my skills. How about we spar?"

He lifted his boot and took a step forward, and the wisps of life gathered and transformed into ancient trees with lush green branches and enduring vitality.

"Wow~"

The ancient trees swayed, the energy surged again, locking down all directions.

"Buzz!"

The surging energy descended like shackles, and Xu Qingshe's expression showed slight surprise. His robes fluttered, supporting the furnace of heaven and earth.

"boom!"

A bright, golden sun rose from the Ancestral Hall, illuminating all directions with its majestic aura.

He rebuked.

"Zhang Hengyi, is this how you treat your guests?" "A pill furnace that's almost a mid-grade magic weapon? It's worth a good price, but what a pity."

"not enough!"

Zhang Hengyi remained calm and composed, his black hair fluttering in the wind. With a loose clench of his five fingers, he unleashed a large, clearly defined green wooden handprint.

In the Five Elements, Fire overcomes Wood.

Although this large handprint is a condensation of wood-elemental magic, it is completely the opposite.

"Snapped!"

A flash of azure light appeared in the palm print, and the gilded sun was extinguished in an instant. The furnace of heaven and earth fell down with a palm print-like dent.

"How can it be?!"

Xu Qingshe's pupils widened, and his body trembled slightly.

one move!
Was the outcome decided in just one move?
A thought flashed through his mind: 'If Zhang Hengyi wants to kill me, even with Elder Chen's help, my chances of survival are slim.'

From the bronze ring hidden in his sleeve, 'Old Chen' secretly transmitted a divine thought.

"A hidden dragon lies in the abyss."
Even in Zhongzhou, Zhang Hengyi is a figure of considerable importance. Young Xu, you'd better watch out.

To avoid being discovered by Zhang Hengyi, I will seal my divine sense, lock down my vital energy, and completely sever all contact with the outside world.

Zhang Hengyi raised an eyebrow slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a jade-like aura, his aura flowing endlessly.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, it's your turn."

"This is outrageous!" Xu Qing's eyes turned bloodshot, with bloodshot veins appearing at the corners of his eyes. He waved his sleeves and spat out a stream of gilded flame.

"Magical Method: Nine Dragons Refining World!"

The furnace of heaven and earth emitted spiritual light, and the blazing spiritual flames transformed into nine crimson-gold dragons, their aura fierce and their scales trembling.

"Yan!"

A majestic roar of a dragon resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The red dragon extended its claws, and with each breath, true fire scorched the spirit wood in the courtyard, which soon emitted a burnt and foul odor.

The dragon claws struck with all their might.

"The secret fire-based techniques passed down within the sect?"

Zhang Heng raised his index finger, and a tiny light bloomed as he crushed it down.

"I also have some insights into this wonderful method."

Wonderful method: Slightly cut off the finger to grow new hair.

"laugh!"

The cyan finger marks pressed down, and to Xu Qingshe's astonishment, the life force of the nine crimson-gold fire dragons was easily severed.

"Oh!"

The gilded spiritual flames dissipated and fell like rain.

Both being Nascent Soul cultivators, the Nine Dragons Refining the Realm was effortlessly crushed by the Little Cut-Off Finger.

Xu Qing's eyes were bloodshot, filled with agitation. Ruby-like blood essence emerged from between his brows, and a hint of madness lingered.

"enough!"

Fang Yi stepped forward, blocking the two. A blue lotus bloomed, and as it swayed, lotus seeds fell from the seedpod, taking root, sprouting, branching out, and growing leaves.

Within moments, an endless expanse of green lotus leaves stretched to the sky, blocking Zhang Hengyi's energy flow.

"Wow!"

The Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner was raised, its delicate surface swaying, and wisps of medicinal fragrance accompanied by a refreshing coolness descended.

"Medical Etiquette: Soul-Nourishing and Spirit-Consolidating Incense!"

The biting coldness mingled with his soul, causing Xu Qingshe's body to tremble slightly, and the madness in his eyes to fade.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Fang stopped him, almost causing him to recklessly activate his Golden Core power.

He felt a lingering fear.

This [Burning Flame Technique] is extremely profound and can greatly enhance one's cultivation. However, the fiery aura caused by refining spiritual fire can also be extremely terrifying as it can corrupt the soul.
Once the quality of the pill is revealed at Xuan Yang Mountain, Zhang Hengyi will not be the only one to make a move.

“Uncle-Master Hengyi, I have known Junior Brother Xu for over a hundred years. I can vouch for him.”

Zhang Hengyi's divine sense circulated, sensing Xu Qingshe's barely concealed fiery temper, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

"I haven't seen my nephew for over ten years, and I've been longing to see him again."

Since you won't let me fight Xu Qingshe, then you'll have to take her place."

The words have not yet fallen.

Rounds of azure light emanated from the ancient, verdant trees, transforming into the illusory image of a jade ruler, which then fell from the sky.

Fang Yi slightly furrowed his brow, his eyes deep, and extended his long, slender fingers.

"disease!"

A brown spiritual seed's essence burned, drawing life force from the Azure Lotus Domain, and sprouted from the fingertip.

In an instant, the purple datura bloomed.

"Oh!"

Fleeting beauty, the datura withers in an instant, and a bewitching purple aura gathers.

"Mandala Finger!"

"Oh!"

The fingers clashed fiercely, the alluring purple aura and the jade-colored spiritual light waxing and waning.
"Burning the essence of the spiritual seed to enhance the secret technique of the Wood Dao?" Zhang Heng smiled and praised, clasping his hands in admiration.

"Great idea!"

"Over the past ten years, you, my junior brother Fang, have not wasted your time, nor have you devoted your mind to petty scheming in the ancient city of Dadu."

"Unfortunately." He changed the subject, his aura becoming even stronger. "No matter how many thoughts we have, we cultivators are still not of the highest cultivation level."

If our cultivation levels were equal, the outcome would be uncertain.

Unfortunately, the gap between our levels of understanding is far too vast.

The seven-foot jade ruler shone brightly, completely overwhelming the Mandala Finger Shadow. The dazzling purple light visibly dimmed rapidly.

The mandala finger will completely dissipate in at most three breaths.

Fang Yi's gaze turned solemn as he gathered magical power in his hand, causing a bright blue moon to shine.

Zhang Hengyi is absolutely right.

In the realm of cultivation, a cultivator's level of attainment is paramount. Even a casual strike from a sect leader or a true master would require him to exert his full strength.

Suppress the restless crimson shadow within the withered and flourishing banner of the Void Realm.

He chuckled softly, his fingertips forming hand seals as he unleashed several secret techniques.

"Xuanzhi ascends to godhood!"

"Five Lotuses Nourish Qi!"

The azure precious mushroom nourishes the soul, while the five-colored precious lotus restores magical power.

Fang Yi's expression was solemn. He spread his five fingers, and three spirit seeds appeared.

"open!"

He gave the order in a soft voice.

A surge of vitality transformed into a three-foot-long spiritual field in the palm of his hand, where three spiritual seeds took root in an instant, blossoming into enchanting and wondrous flowers.

“Nephew Fang, what can be done about it?” Zhang Heng frowned slightly, wanting to teach Fang Yi a lesson.

Fang Yi chuckled.

"Congeal!"

The rare flower withered, and three beams of purple light converged.

"Great Mandala Finger!"

Before Zhang Hengyi's slightly startled gaze, the seemingly tangible finger shadow crushed down, shattering the jade ruler.

"Not bad!" He showed his appreciation, and the Azure Wood Ruler slipped from his sleeve, marking the first time he had used his magic weapon.

"Snapped!"

The wooden ruler struck down, and the Great Mandala Finger dispersed, transforming into scattered specks of purple light.

"This secret technique is comparable to a strike from a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator."
With such mastery of this technique, I can rest assured that you can compete with those three Core Formation cultivators from the Azure Water Pavilion, Heavenly Blade Dock, and Joyful Union Sect.”

The Azure Wood Ruler shattered the Great Mandala Finger and stopped advancing even an inch. Xu Qingshe secretly complained from the side, feeling a sour taste in his heart.

"Indeed, they are of the same lineage."
Zhang Hengyi's sparring with Senior Brother Fang seemed more like a pointer, while his attacks on me were relentless and unrestrained.

Fang Yi's expression hardened slightly, sensing the hidden meaning in Zhang Heng's words.

"Uncle Hengyi, is there a secret involved?"

(End of this chapter)