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

Chapter 705 The Xiao Family's Treasure Hunt, A Turbulent Storm Begins
The biting wind, like a bone-scraping knife, whistled and blew.

A gray streak of light flashed across the sky, and Changsun Jie suppressed his excitement.

His cultivation had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and he was just waiting for Fang Yi to return to Xuan Yang Mountain and lend a helping hand so that he could break through to the Core Formation stage.

"My spirit is a body of bad luck, adept at sensing changes in fortune."

"Last time I returned to the clan, I used the clan's fortune to glimpse the Xuan Yang Qi fortune."

Changsun Jie was still shaken, muttering to himself.

"The fortunes of Xuanyang Mountain are in turmoil, and their auspiciousness or inauspiciousness remains uncertain."

The sect members either obtain great opportunities or are about to engage in battle with the Azure Water Pavilion.
Once I condense the true elixir, I will surely be able to get a share of the spoils.

A fleeting gloom crossed his eyes. "Fang Yi, so what if you have a third-tier demon king as your concubine?"

After I condense my elixir, the Grand Master of the sect will naturally 'uphold justice'.

Changsun Jie was thin, stroking a mustache, and straddling a gray water-drawing leopard.

He felt the auspicious light surrounding his natal magic treasure, the Disaster Relief and Blessing Bag, with its many jewels and endlessly swirling purple aura of accumulated blessings.

The five runes of 【福】【禄】【寿】【喜】【财】 flowed across the brocade pouch.

He was not unprepared to be trapped in Xuanyang Mountain for more than ten years.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The sounds of metal and jade clashing were incessant, and magical artifacts would occasionally shoot out, radiating cold light and emitting spiritual energy.

On the summit of Lingfeng Peak, amidst jagged rocks, a tower built of obsidian soars into the clouds, with eight hundred copper bells hanging from its eaves, each engraved with the incantation "Suppressing Evil and Drawing Fire".

The main entrance of the tower is adorned with a gilded plaque inscribed with "Tiangong Kaiwu" (The Exploitation of the Works of Nature), flanked by nine crimson dragon patterns.

As the hazy light descended, Changsun Jie sensed the majestic and imposing aura, his eyes growing serious as he murmured to himself.

Fang Yi is powerful, but he has gone too far.

You think you can persuade Yang Juyu with just a visiting card?

This fake alchemist is skilled in weapon crafting and holds a rather high position.
"Never mind, it's none of my business. Just don't anger Fang Yi at this crucial moment."

With a wave of his hand, a visiting card, enveloped in purple energy, fell into the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion.

Deep within the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, crimson light flowed, and fire veins spewed forth earth fire, scorching a refining furnace.

"The Lord's decree?"

A startled voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps, and a fake core's energy appeared.

A look of respect appeared in Yang Juyu's eyes. He had already been placed under a soul-binding spell to change his mind.

Although his cultivation level had not improved further, he had engraved Fang Yi's intention to be his master into his soul.

"You all quickly tidy your clothes and come with me to pay your respects to the Sect Leader."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Buzz!"

The gates of the Obsidian Tower were wide open.

Yang Juyu wore a long robe adorned with plum blossoms and snowflakes, her long hair flowing over her shoulders. She was also draped in a cloak woven from crane feathers, and was followed by more than ten cultivators who filed out in single file.

"Changsun Jie, what are your orders, Master?"

Changsun Jie pointed to a scroll of gold paper, straightened his back, and spoke.

"The Master decrees that Master Yang should collect the spiritual items in the scroll and then go to the Five Extremes Peak to pay his respects."

Yang Juyu carefully took the golden scroll, opened it, and saw that the cold iron, spirit wood, beast bones, and various spiritual creatures depicted on it were lifelike.

He hesitated, saying, "Some of these spiritual items are rare; I'm afraid we can't collect them all within a few days."

"Master Fang knew that the required spiritual items were rare, and he gave instructions to try to collect them within six months."

"If it's truly impossible to have everything, that's fine too," Changsun Jie said.

"Phew!" Yang Juyu calculated for a moment, felt a little relieved, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

As the head of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, the cultivators within the sect frequently came and went to refine magical artifacts, accumulating many favors. Half a year would be enough to exchange for all the spiritual items in the scroll.

"Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Changsun." Yang Ju smiled and took out a piece of spirit iron from his sleeve, handing it over silently.

Changsun Jiejie was shocked.

I originally thought that our business dealings would involve mutual support.

I never expected it to turn out like this.

Yang Juyu, a dignified fake alchemist from the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, holds a high position and wields great power.

They actually voted for Fang Yi, which was astonishing.

Immediately weighing the spirit iron in his hand, Changsun Jie smiled. As Fang Yi's reputation grew, he, as someone who did errands, also gained a lot of benefits.

"Master Yang, I still need to make a trip to Shennong Hall, so I won't stay any longer."

After saying this, he gently patted the back of the Water Leopard and vanished in a gray streak of light.

Chunyang Peak, bathed in silvery moonlight, shrouded in mist, where cranes spread their wings.

Ancestral Hall.

The three jade statues enshrined are solemn and dignified, the incense burner with its animal head shape emits fragrant smoke, and the spirit lamp on the offering table flickers with eerie flames.

"Senior brother, Fang Yi's junior disciple, Fan Deye, has been targeted by Tianji Peak," Yang Xuanyi said with a solemn expression.

"During the day, I went to the inner treasury of the sect to exchange for a top-grade magic artifact. Yan Youtai's junior disciple, Zhou Qian, followed closely behind, showing great interest in the bronze Bagua plate."

"If we had been even half a step slower, that divination artifact would never have fallen into Fan Deye's hands."

"Zhou Qian?" Zhang Heng looked puzzled and took out a dark green book from his sleeve.

The Xuan Yang Ling Kao Shu is one of the magical treasures passed down through the Ancestral Hall lineage, used to record information about cultivators throughout history.

Originally just a top-grade magic artifact, it has been refined by successive generations of immortals over thousands of years and has also survived the tribulations of treasures. Now it has three layers of treasure restrictions.

He probed the book with his divine sense.

[Zhou Qianjun, direct descendant of the Zhou family of Luoshan, possesses a superior-grade spiritual root]

In an instant, Zhou Qian's information flowed into his soul like a gentle stream.

"Yan Youtai's junior disciple?"

Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly and murmured, "His aptitude for divination is excellent, on par with Fang Yi's junior disciple."

It's not surprising that they're eyeing that bronze Bagua compass.

"I understand about this matter. Xuan Yi, you should be on better terms with Fang Yi. Once he condenses his core, things will be different."

"Senior brother thinks too highly of me."

We should maintain contact and build relationships, so that we can at least assist Fang Yi.

With my current level of cultivation and connections, what can I possibly do to help him?

Seeing Yang Xuanyi's troubled expression, Zhang Hengyi sighed softly.

Yang Xuan looked helpless. Times had changed. Although he had made some progress, he was still no match for Fang Yi and had been completely left behind.

"Senior brother's cultivation is profound, no weaker than the leaders of the White Bone, Joyful Union, and Heavenly Blade sects."

With their senior brothers protecting them, which Core Formation cultivator would dare to bully the weak?

"As for Foundation Establishment cultivators?"

Yang Xuanyi looked arrogant as yellow sand fell from his sleeve, brown spiritual light flowed, and array patterns spread. In an instant, a near-third-order yellow sand array was formed.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator, I fear no one!"

"Having reached the quasi-third level in array formation, it hasn't been a waste of the hard work my master and I put in."

Zhang Heng's expression was solemn and serious.

"Senior brother knows that your cultivation is far inferior to Fang Yi's, so you can't compete with him."

His disciples were indeed quite good; their magical power was pure, their aura was clear, and their foundation was profound.

Xuan Yi, you need to put more thought into this.

The cultivation world is in turmoil, and I may not be able to protect you in the future.”

"Senior brother, what exactly happened?" Yang Xuan suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, no longer showing any fear.

“I am not deaf or blind. Since Master’s passing, my senior brother’s way of doing things has changed drastically.”
"But does the sect want to wage war against the lowly maids of the Azure Water Pavilion?" Zhang Heng waved his sleeve, and a bolt of silk fell, effortlessly shattering the yellow sand formation.

Then, accompanied by a warning, the azure ribbon swept up Yang Xuanyi and landed him in an ancient cave halfway up Chunyang Peak, where the walls were made of white jade and the tiles of glazed tiles.

"This is not something you need to worry about. Focus on your cultivation; our time is running out."

"Oh!"

The azure ribbon dissipated, revealing Yang Xuan's grave expression. "Indeed, something significant has happened within the sect."

Ultimately, it's due to insufficient cultivation.

His breathing was erratic, his fingers were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"A true elixir has been formed!"

"If I can condense a true core, my senior brother will certainly not hide it from me."

"True pills are not enough."

Inside the Ancestral Hall, crimson smoke swirled. Xiao Changce possessed a cold and handsome demeanor, with a tall and upright figure. His left arm was entwined with a delicate little snake that appeared to be carved from green jade.

He gazed at a precious mirror hanging high in the hall, reflecting the various scenes of Chunyang Peak, with Yang Xuanyi prominently displayed among them.

"Junior Brother Hengyi, you have truly gone to great lengths for Xuanyi."
Even my disciple Fang Yi's "Great Physician's Diagnosis Method" was handed over.

This is a third-tier spiritual healer's most fundamental and most beneficial secret technique for cultivators.

“Xuanyi is my junior brother, and as his senior brother, it is only natural that I should make plans for him,” Zhang Hengyi said.

"Fortunately, my disciple Fang Yi acted prudently and broke through to the third level of medical skills without making a sound."

Xiao Changce's lips curled up in a smug smile.

"Ah, such an outstanding disciple, I wonder how I managed to train him, how much effort I expended."

Zhang Heng's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the smug Xiao Changce and mercilessly poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Senior Brother Xiao, the juniors you've spent the most time and effort on aren't those dozen or so illegitimate children?"

Fang Yi fought his way out entirely on his own, what does that have to do with you?

Are you more skilled in the art of spiritual healing, or are you more proficient in the art of wood cultivation?

"cough"

Xiao Changce felt a pang in his heart. When someone is hit, they are hit in the face; when someone is insulted, they are insulted only when their shortcomings are exposed. Zhang Hengyi has gone too far, not leaving him any face at all.

Although he had more than a dozen sons, none of them amounted to anything.

But my disciple Fang Yi has condensed a true elixir, and his path to enlightenment is vast.

Although Zhang Hengyi is strong, no weaker than the leaders of various sects, which of his disciples has achieved success and condensed a true elixir?

He stubbornly retorted, "Junior Brother Hengyi is joking. How could Fang Yi have achieved the True Core formation without my painstaking guidance?"

"Admonitions?" Zhang Hengyi curled his lip in disdain. "Senior Brother Xiao's skin is getting thicker and thicker."

Is there really any truth to this?

Will Fang Yi still be stuck at the low-grade Dao Foundation stage, and eventually have to cultivate the [Spiritual Root Ascension] to raise his Foundation Establishment grade?

"【True Chapter on Ascending to the Dao of Spiritual Roots】, wasn't it passed down by me?" Xiao Changce jumped up and down, his sore spot touched.

"Without my painstaking guidance, how could Fang Yi condense a true core, and how could Li Heng condense a high-grade Dao foundation?"

"Pfft!" Zhang Heng chuckled.

teach?

His senior brother was least skilled at teaching the younger generation; of his more than ten descendants, not a single one had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Back then, it was quite a "beautiful story" at Xuanyang Mountain.

Master Huang Guangsheng suspected that it was Tianji Peak's doing, so he went to Tian Quezi's door to discuss the Dao.

结果
废！
Xiao Changce is a master at teaching useless people. Any disciple with the potential to reach Foundation Establishment will have their chances of doing so drop by at least two levels if they fall under his wing.
Zhang Heng chuckled lightly and changed the subject.

Xiao Changce's face turned red, and he muttered to himself.

Which disciple, without a master's guidance, can smoothly advance through foundation building and elixir condensation?
Fang Yi was able to condense the elixir, and he contributed 80% of the effort.
He was hailed as the number one teacher in Xuanyang when it came to instructing his disciples, among many other laughable remarks.

Zhang Heng's expression turned slightly solemn. If he were to touch on someone's sore spot again, it would likely lead to infighting among the disciples in the Ancestral Hall.

"Senior Brother Changce, were you able to obtain any satisfactory pills during this trip to the Medicine King Valley of Dayu?"

"Daiyue has refined a high-grade Dao foundation; he is the most outstanding among Master's bloodlines. We cannot afford to shortchange him on elixirs."

With a flick of his sleeve, Xiao Changce caused three jade bottles, carved from brown rock jade, to float in the air.

"You can rest assured about my work, brother. The three bottles of Earth Nourishing Essence Pills are of mid-grade, high-grade, and near-third grade, respectively."
"Refining step by step will be enough to further advance the foundation of Mount Tai."

"The Medicine King Valley truly lives up to its reputation as a great sect of the Great Yu Dynasty, with a Nascent Soul True Monarch presiding over it to suppress its fortune."

Of the great masters who went seeking the elixir, I have personally encountered three.

Xiao Changce's eyes gleamed with longing as he said enviously, "I wonder when Xuan Yang Mountain will resemble the Valley of the Medicine King."

"Medicine King Valley?"

Among all the sects of the Great Yu Dynasty, he possessed the fourth-order alchemy inheritance and was the most wealthy.
Once Senior Brother Red Eyebrows condenses his Nascent Soul, Xuan Yang Mountain will naturally catch up.

Zhang Heng paused slightly, not mentioning the fate of Xuan Yang Mountain after failing to condense his infantry.

He reached out and took the pill, channeling his magical power to dispel the magical restrictions, and a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out like yellow smoke.

He ran his index finger over the pill, feeling its pure medicinal properties, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"The medicinal properties are pure, and it can be considered a top-grade medicine among those of the same level. Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother, with your long journey."
After a third-tier alchemist joined the sect, they no longer needed to work so hard.

"A third-tier alchemist?" Xiao Changce asked with curiosity.

He has cultivated for hundreds of years and knows the various arts of immortal cultivation in the sect in great detail.

The Xuan Yang lineage has the deepest foundation in the art of weapon crafting, passed down for thousands of years, followed by the Way of Heavenly Secrets and the Way of Spiritual Plants.

Later, the library housed two unorthodox methods of wine and food.

Fang Yi's sudden rise to prominence and completion of the path of spiritual medicine is already a pleasant surprise.

Where did this third-level alchemist come from?
The Xuan Yang Mountain alchemy lineage only goes up to the quasi-third level.

"Xiao Xuanshan's disciple from his early years, named Xu Qingshe, forged a true elixir and advanced to the rank of a third-level alchemy master."

"Junior Nephew Fang Yi is very skilled; he pulled Xu Qingshe into the Ancestral Hall lineage."

Senior Sister Wuhua is already watching. Once you complete the sect's tests and pledge your loyalty, you can ask her to start refining pills.

Zhang Heng looked at Xiao Changce speechlessly and sighed softly. "Senior Brother Xiao, you are incredibly lucky to have Fang Yi as your disciple."

"What do you mean by 'unlucky as a dog'?" Xiao Changce grinned and retorted. "It's clearly because I have a discerning eye and am good at teaching disciples."

"Without my meticulous teaching, how could Fang Yi be where he is today?"

Zhang Heng looked at him with disdain. "Alright, business is more important."

Like his senior brothers and their descendants, Master's only one child was successful.

I will send the elixir to Mount Tai, lest it hinder his cultivation.”

The next day.

Xuanyang Mountain, the territory of the Xiao family.

The graceful female cultivator, with a heavy aura, gazed at the cultivator in front of her.

"Greetings, Master."

Fang Yi, dressed in a black robe, exuded an aura as ethereal and unrestrained as clouds and mist.

"Fellow Daoist, you have successfully established your Dao foundation; I hope you will keep your promise."

The female cultivator felt bitter. Xiao Yan of her clan had already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment and was in seclusion to condense his core.

If it had been a few days later, the situation would have been very different.

Although it is unknown what Fang Yi seeks, it is clear that he has painstakingly planned and spared no expense to help Fang Yi advance his own foundation.

She knew that Fang Yi's demands were enormous.

The Xiao family is not what it used to be; it's even stronger than when Xiao Lie was alive. She really doesn't want to sell out the family's interests.

No matter how strong Fang Yi is, he is ultimately no match for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Qingying bit her lip lightly, and a magical umbrella appeared in her hand.

"Sect Leader Fang, my authority is limited, and I'm afraid I cannot open the clan's secret vault."

(End of this chapter)