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

Chapter 704 Reveals the Secret, Summons the Cultivators

Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly, seemingly hesitant, and did not reveal the answer.

"Nephew Fang, let's discuss this matter another day." The voice transmitted to Fang Yi's ears caused him to furrow his brow slightly, knowing that it was Xu Qingshe beside him.

He proceeded cautiously, and after condensing his core, he had to kill the descendants of the Great Master of the Fire Worship Cult and slaughter the Kang family before he could gain the trust of the True Man of Xuan Yang Mountain and be told the secret.

Xu Qingshe, on the other hand, was completely different.

Condensing pills and cultivating are rarely related to Xuan Yang. If he were not a third-level alchemist, he would not receive such treatment.

Xuan Yang Mountain has a profound foundation, and it is not lacking in a Core Formation True Person whose background is unclear.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhang Heng caused the water to shimmer and the wispy clouds to gather and transform into a gentle rain that fell softly.

In a moment.

Old bark peels off, and new buds sprout from dead wood.

The pine and cedar trees, charred by the flames, shed their dead bark, and their tender green branches swayed in the wind.

Xu Qingshe's pupils dilated in shock, and he remained silent.

The slight arrogance generated from the condensation of the golden elixir dissipated like smoke.

In the exchange just now, Zhang Hengyi was still able to spare some magical power to support the spiritual tree in the garden and preserve a sliver of its life force.

And he
Completely unaware!

He was one thing, but his cultivation of the [Burning Flame Technique] to refine third-tier Yin Fire was still incomplete.

Fang Yi's final strike, the Great Mandala Finger, was no weaker than that of a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, concealing the sharp light within them.

'As expected, Zhang Heng's elixir was derived from the Way of Wood, and he had already cultivated it to the pinnacle.'
The position of Grand Master is a natural progression, requiring only painstaking effort.

As they were both Golden Elixir-grade pills, he knew their mysteries.

The more a Golden Core cultivator cultivates, the more profound their foundation becomes. In the early stages of Core Formation, many cultivators have not yet achieved significant progress due to their short cultivation period.

By the mid-stage of Core Formation, the gap between Golden Core and True Core gradually widens.
What is the Golden Elixir?

When a cultivator condenses their core, they borrow a wisp of the Daoist essence of heaven and earth, using the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit as a furnace to refine it day by day.

Once one's cultivation reaches the late stage of Core Formation, this will serve as a seed to condense the rudimentary form of the Nascent Soul Domain.

True cultivators lack this trace of the Daoist essence of heaven and earth. Even after achieving perfect elixir formation, they still need to refine and hone their skills day and night, comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Once the seed of the Dharma Domain has been nurtured within the elixir and connected with the spiritual energy of all directions, one can attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

'Having accumulated experience in my previous life, I have entered the mid-stage of Core Formation. My magical power has undergone another transformation, and I can then consider condensing a Dharma Domain Seed.'

However, Zhang Hengyi had not yet reached the late stage of Core Formation, but had already transformed that trace of Daoist charm into a nascent seed.
As expected of someone who has condensed their Golden Core in the barren land of Great Cloud.

Fang Yi admired it in his heart.

With such a foundation at the mid-stage of Core Formation, Zhang Hengyi can be described as exceptionally talented.

Furthermore, the Ancestral Hall possesses a thousand-year-old foundation and the potential to condense a Nascent Soul, surpassing even Xu Qingshe.

Among the many Core Formation cultivators on Xuanyang Mountain, the one whose origins are unknown, Chi Meizi, is excluded.

With a bright future ahead, Zhang Hengyi is the number one. Even though Wu Hua Zhenren is wealthy and has the support of a Grand Master, he is still far inferior.

Zhang Heng waved his sleeves, and green vines grew, winding and twisting, naturally weaving together to form rattan chairs and wooden tables.

"Junior Brother Xu, please!"

After the three were seated, he flicked a beam of spiritual light from his fingertip, which headed out of the Ancestral Hall.

After counting the interest.

Yang Xuan carried a food box in one hand and walked steadily along the white jade path into the courtyard.

He bent down slightly and placed the delicacies carefully prepared by the spirit chef from the food box onto the rattan table.

“Xuanyi, I have something to discuss with Master Xu and Junior Nephew Fang.”

"You should take Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, Li Heng, and that junior with you."

"Junior Brother Fang, what is the name, background, and aptitude of that newly accepted disciple?"

“Fan Deye,” Fang Yi said. “Fan Dacheng’s son from Black Abyss Island, with excellent aptitude and exceptional talent in divination.”

Now at nineteen years old, with a Qi Refining level four cultivation, he is already a mid-grade first-tier diviner, and I have taken him under my wing to teach him.”

"Oh?

"Fan Dacheng's disciple from Black Abyss Island?" Zhang Heng chuckled. "That Fan Dacheng is quite fortunate; though his lifespan is nearing its end, he is blessed with good fortune."

Nephew Fang is skilled at teaching, and Fan Deye is also expected to achieve a high level of Dao foundation in the future.

"Then Fan Yong, the new head of the Fan family, has also found a powerful backer."

"Uncle Hengyi is joking. A superior Dao Foundation requires the perfection of the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, and an unblemished Dao heart."

"How difficult it is to unite people!"

Fang Yi looked curious. Zhang Hengyi, the direct descendant of the Ancestral Hall, held great power and possessed profound cultivation. He was above ten thousand people in Xuan Yang Mountain, yet he knew about Fan Dacheng.

Even when investigating one's own background, one shouldn't understand things in this way.

"How did you learn about Fan Dacheng, Uncle-Master?"

"This is a long story. Since Junior Nephew Fang is interested, I will take the time to explain."

Zhang Hengyi, a gentle and refined gentleman, with proper manners, took out a bronze token from his storage bag.

The runes on the card flowed and life force gathered, evolving into the character "恒" (Heng, meaning constancy) inscription standing beneath the ancient, verdant tree.

"Xuanyi, take my decree and bring Deye to the sect's secret vault."

There is a bronze Bagua plate in the storeroom. It was a magical artifact that was downgraded and transformed into a top-grade magical weapon after the Heavenly Craft Pavilion failed in its attempt to refine a magical treasure.

Consider this treasure a small token of my appreciation as his senior apprentice, and I present it to Fan Deye.

"Yes! Junior brother obeys."

Yang Xuanyi respectfully accepted the token, feeling envious.

Although that top-grade magical artifact, the bronze Bagua Plate, was a product of a failed attempt to refine a magical treasure, its main material was a third-tier spiritual object, making it one level stronger than other magical artifacts of the same tier.

It's not an exaggeration to call it a near-magical treasure rather than a top-grade magical artifact.

The news of the creation of the magical artifact spread, attracting the attention of countless celestial strategists and pseudo-elixir masters, who coveted it with longing.

With everyone pulling and tugging at each other, the bronze Bagua plate was finally able to enter the secret vault.

Now that Zhang Heng has stepped in and made the final decision, the dust has settled, and countless people are envious.

All of this had nothing to do with Fan Deye; it was all for Fang Yi's sake.

Yang Xuan looked at Fang Yi, who was all smiles, and a look of longing flashed in his eyes.

Half a century ago, Fang Yi needed to rely on his connections to exchange for ancient books and collect spiritual items.

Out of gratitude for Qi Jie's instruction in formation techniques, he offered his assistance.

Unexpectedly, in less than thirty years, the situation changed drastically, far beyond his expectations.

The dragon emerges from the abyss, and everything is different.

Watching Yang Xuanyi leave, Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

"My junior brother has lost his spirit; he has no hope of condensing a true core in the future."
"Junior Nephew Fang, you still owe me a favor. How about you repay it to Xuan Yi?"

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Fang Yi knew that this was a favor he owed for sending the [Cang Yuanzi’s Introduction to Minor Medicines] before he was asked to return the pill.

Zhang Heng's life force is long and profound, and he is proficient in the way of "wood growth".

However, the Great Physician's Diagnosis Method, as the signature skill of a third-tier spiritual physician, can resolve hidden injuries, refine the physical body, and greatly benefit Golden Core cultivators.

"Uncle Hengyi is truly a man of great loyalty and righteousness."

A kind look appeared in Zhang Heng's eyes. "Xuan Yi became a disciple of Master, but I taught him since childhood. We've spent over a hundred years together, and we have developed some affection for each other."

Although he may not amount to much and has no hope of condensing a true elixir, I still have to make some plans for him.
We can't let him be trapped in the Foundation Establishment stage and pass away after sixty years.

Zhang Heng picked up the jade cup, drank it down in one gulp, and said, "Let's get back to the main topic."

Xuan Yi's cultivation level is low, and it's best not to know some of the sect's secrets. Nephew Fang, could Senior Brother Hu Lei have sought you out to treat Sheng Bo'an?

“Uncle Hengyi is well-informed.” Fang Yi was not surprised.

There are very few people with advanced Dao Foundation Stages on Xuan Yang Mountain, and Sheng Bo'an was once a prominent figure.

Although he was tricked and failed to condense his true core, he still had a master who was in the mid-stage of Core Formation who valued him.

“It’s not that I’m well-informed.” Zhang Heng’s lips curled up, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Hu Lei has been eyeing you for a long time.”

Sheng Bo'an's spiritual root was forged into a superior Dao foundation. It took Senior Brother Hu Lei countless efforts, all for the sake of producing another Core Formation True Person to inherit the lineage of the Heavenly Punishment Hall.

Unfortunately, after Sheng Bo'an established a superior-grade Dao foundation, he became arrogant and reckless, offending those he shouldn't have, and ultimately fell victim to the machinations of a lowly maid from the Biyue Pavilion.

"Fan Dacheng practiced the 'Adding Oil to Light the Lamp' method, and his symptoms were similar to those of Sheng Bo'an."

The foundation for my Dao was also built with the help of Senior Brother Hu Lei.

"Is that so?" Fang Yi suddenly realized.

Back then, Fan Dacheng was poor and severely injured, yet he was able to build a foundation for his Dao. It was thanks to the intervention of the Thunder God.
A look of reminiscence crossed Zhang Heng's eyes.

"This isn't the first time Senior Brother Hu Lei has acted this way."

Over a period of sixty years, he supported at least twenty cultivators whose foundations were damaged in their attempts to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm.

There were successes and failures.

The cultivator whose vital energy and vitality were most completely preserved was Fan Dacheng.

Upon learning that the matter stemmed from his junior disciple Fang, he even sent a message to the ancestral hall.

"I see." Fang Yi understood, his confusion resolved.

Back then, he was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a newcomer, and Master Hu Lei took good care of him.

They were willing to lend a helping hand, and now it seems they had done their research beforehand.

"Hey, it seems Hu Lei has hit the jackpot." Zhang Heng held a jade pickaxe in one hand and picked up a slice of Qingxin bamboo shoot.

"Several masters in my sect and I believe that Hu Lei is merely making a last-ditch effort."
I never imagined that my Xuan Yang Mountain would actually produce a junior disciple named Fang Yi, a third-tier spiritual healer.

Now that Sheng Bo'an's future looks promising, Hu Lei needs to repay your great favor.

"happy!"

Zhang Heng laughed heartily. "Nephew Fang has suppressed the eight-hundred-year-old spiritual healing techniques passed down through the Biyue Pavilion."

That's truly exhilarating!

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The rattan table was littered with cups and plates. Zhang Heng's face was flushed as he leaned back in the rattan chair, a look of satiation on his face.

"Pity.

Over a hundred years ago, I had a disciple from Xuan Yang Mountain who was an expert in the art of spiritual cooking, but he ultimately died at the hands of a half-demon.

"That good-for-nothing Yan Youtai only knows how to act sneakily and harm others behind their backs."

Zhang Heng chuckled. "I do know that cultivator, Junior Brother Fang."

"Gu Jiushang from Yunze Market and Ziwei Fresh?" Fang Yi pondered. After condensing his core, Xuan Yang Mountain would definitely investigate his cultivation experience.

It wasn't difficult to find out that he had connections with Gu Jiushang.

"Hmm, the sect has passed down a third-tier spiritual chef's inheritance, which is rare for a cultivator to practice."

In the end, he was outmaneuvered by Yan Youtai. Zhang Heng looked disdainful.

The prestigious Tianji Peak lineage, by secretly harming its own cultivators, gained nothing.

"Tianji Peak has a thousand-year history, and it has been a long time since it has produced such a useless piece of trash."
Don't worry, Junior Nephew Fang. Go ahead and fight against Tianji Peak. I will stop Tian Quezi.

You are not someone without a background; my ancestor was a Core Formation True Person, and no one is allowed to bully the weak because of their superior strength.

Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought. "What does Uncle Hengyi mean?"

"Yan Youtai has announced his support for his junior uncle, Xiao Yan, in the competition with you for sect support."

Zhang Heng's expression turned solemn, and he spoke with great seriousness.

"The spy planted inside the door reports back."

Chen Goupeng, a descendant of the Chen family in Tiandaowu, has condensed a high-grade true pill, and his cultivation is stable.
Yu Jizi of the Hehuan Sect cultivated the "Su Nu Jing" to a state of perfection.

Three days ago, the interaction between heaven and man stirred up a spiritual tide over a hundred miles, manifesting the extraordinary phenomenon of a celestial maiden descending to earth, and condensing a third-grade pure ring of precious golden elixir.

Those lowly maids in the Jade Water Pavilion also have some substance.

Xuan Zhizi, who inherited the third-tier [Qing Nang Medical Classic], has also emerged from seclusion and should have condensed a high-grade true elixir. Once his cultivation is stable, he will surely contend for the title of the number one spiritual physician in Great Yun.

"A momentous event is approaching; the winds of change are blowing."

Zhang Hengyi's gaze was deep and thoughtful, as if he were sighing or offering a reminder.

"My cultivation level is not far from the late stage of Core Formation, and most of the wooden spiritual items in the sect are not very useful."

But you, Junior Nephew Fang, are different. With the support of the sect and the offering of spiritual objects, your cultivation can be accelerated by at least 30%.

Tian Quezi came to discuss the matter.

The sect values ​​quality over quantity when cultivating three ordinary True Core cultivators. It would be better to combine resources and see if a Great True Core cultivator can be nurtured.

“Junior Nephew Fang Yi, I agree.” Zhang Heng’s eyes were burning.

Although he is in charge of the Ancestral Hall lineage, he is also a member of the Xuan Yang Mountain's inner circle and is willing to support any matters of interest to the sect.

"It just so happens that the Jade Water Pavilion, Heavenly Blade Dock, and Joyful Union Sect all have Core Formation True Persons emerging."

Tian Quezi gave me a piece of third-grade high-quality spirit wood as compensation.

I asked Junior Sister Wuhua to keep this for you, Junior Brother. Did you receive it?

"I see. Thank you for your help, Uncle-Master." Fang Yi sensed the Azure Sky Green Robe Sandalwood floating in the air within the Withered and Flourishing Small Cave Heaven.

Under the repeated refinement of the power of withering and flourishing, the spiritual wood, surrounded by mist, already showed signs of becoming a precious embryo.

"【Azure Blood Bodhi】Precious Restriction, cultivate diligently." Zhang Hengyi said after a moment's thought.

"If you can surpass Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, and even surpass Chen Goupeng of Tiandaowu, Xuanzhi of Biyuege, and Yu Jizi of Hehuanzong."
Then I can fight for a great opportunity for you.

"A great opportunity?" Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked puzzled.

"Hmm, a great opportunity!" Zhang Heng's gaze seemed to pierce through the magical restrictions and land on the Star-Picking Tower of Heavenly Mystery Peak.

He seemed to meet the gaze of the aged man for a moment, then fell silent.

He then shifted his focus to Xu Qingshe, stating that their recent encounter had confirmed that Xu Qingshe was not a Fire Dao Golden Core cultivator.

The rest is just a matter of signing a pledge of allegiance.

"Junior Brother Xu, I am delighted that you are willing to join the Ancestral Hall lineage."
"I have an important matter that I need your help with."

As evening fell, dark clouds obscured the bright moon, with only occasional glimmers of starlight.

Wuji Peak is covered with ancient trees reaching for the sky, and rare flowers bloom. The rich wood spiritual energy condenses into water droplets of various sizes, which float in the air.

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming.

"What exactly is this great opportunity that Zhang Hengyi spoke of?"

I used the "Withering and Flourishing Method" to sense the changes in Qi. Zhang Hengyi's words were unnecessary and he was not deceiving me.

"And what about the Heavenly Mystery Peak inheritance? Is it as I suspect?"

After a moment's consideration, he summoned a gray-robed cultivator with a mustache and a refined aura.

"Changsun Jie, take my decree and go to the Heavenly Craft Pavilion and the Shennong Pavilion to summon Yang Juyu and Wu Mengchen, the two fake alchemists."

"Yes!" Changsun Jie bowed and slowly retreated.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, gazing at the cultivator who was shrouded in misfortune yet subtly imbued with auspicious energy, and murmured to himself.

'A spirit born with bad luck; this fruit has been nurtured for a long time, and now it's ripening.'

(End of this chapter)