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

Chapter 708 Seclusion for Treasure Refining, Thoughts of the Heavenly Flaw

Fang Yi chuckled softly, his face showing a doting expression, and tossed out the Corpse Pattern Iron.

"It's all yours; no cultivator will fight you for it."

"Good master, good person," Chi Yin's clear, wild eyes were filled with happiness.

A pale, supple hand emerged with a scarlet aura, and a chill filled the cave. A blood spring coffin, a foot long and exquisitely carved with dark patterns, resembling a work of art, appeared.

"Buzz!"

The Blood Spring Coffin trembled, like a greedy, bottomless maw, swallowing the Corpse Pattern Iron into it.

In a moment.

A crimson light shot into the sky, and a dark tide began to rise.

“This Burning Peak is not a place for refining treasures.” Wisps of azure mist rose from his fingertips, crisscrossing and spreading down like silk.

【Sealing Spirit】, 【Locking Qi】, 【Suppressing Yuan】. One after another, restrictions were unleashed from Fang Yi's hands like a continuous tide, completely transforming the Blood Spring Coffin into a large blue cocoon.

"Coffin! Coffin."
"Master...Master Chi Yin's coffin." Chi Yin looked at the large blue cocoon, tears welling in his eyes, and said timidly.

The coffin is gone.

"Haha, your intelligence has certainly increased quite a bit."

Fang Yi patted Chi Yin's head affectionately, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes gentle.

"The Blood Spring Coffin is still there, and the Corpse Pattern Iron is of excellent quality. If refining it here attracts the attention of Core Formation True Persons like Tian Quezi and Yan Youtai from Xuanyang Mountain, it will be troublesome."

The game at Xuanyang Mountain has reached its highest point of reward, but it is also its most dangerous moment.

If it is a revealed corpse-path technique, it is an authentic and genuine demonic art.

Tianque and Chimei will definitely take action, extracting Fang Yi's soul and refining his spirit, aiming to take Fang Yi's life.

“Eat, eat, Yan. Yan has a platform.” Chi Yin Lingzhi was like a four or five-year-old child. His clear eyes still had a childishness, but they flowed with an astonishing wildness and a bone-chilling killing intent.

"That day will come."

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. After advancing to the Core Formation realm, Yan Youtai's usefulness was exhausted, and the two became competitors.

It is impossible to provide spiritual objects or medicines during the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.

After Zhang Hengyi made further progress, although Xuan Yang Mountain had a considerable foundation, it was still not enough to support a Grand Master of the Wood Dao.

Even a master at the level of a sect leader is already at the limit.

For every additional wood-related spiritual object or precious material Fang Yi possesses, Yan Youtai loses one, and vice versa.

This is a struggle for interests and a struggle for principles; there is no room for retreat.
"Come!"

Fang Yi's sleeve trembled slightly, and a gray beast egg with a dim life force slipped out from his sleeve.

His palm pulsed with magical power, its rhythms shifting between life and death, ultimately surging with vitality and continuously nourishing the beast egg's essence, which harbored a hidden death aura, thus sustaining it on a sliver of life.

Without the nourishment of that near-third-tier stone dragon, and without the nurturing of demonic power, the beast egg would turn into a stillborn fetus in at most half a day.

Fortunately, the "Scripture of Life and Death" is skilled in the way of life, and its ability to heal beast eggs is even greater than that of the beast's original essence.

A quarter of an hour later.

The deathly aura within the gray beast egg was somewhat diluted under the nourishment of the withering and flourishing magic.

Although they still cannot hatch, they retain their vitality and will not become stillborn in the short term.

The banners of decay and prosperity fluttered in the ruins, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the spiritual light of the Yi Wood washed over the grotto.

"disease!"

With a wave of his hand, Fang Yi unleashed his magical power, casting the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique, causing a gentle, continuous rain of spiritual energy to fall.

Between the cracks in the rocks and deep underground, the barely perceptible aura of death was washed away by the life force.
Having spent years committing murder and robbing, Fang Yi was highly experienced and would never forget to clean up the scene.
Gray moss, brown ancient ferns, and lush green vines.
Grass and trees grow, vines climb, and several delicate pink lotuses bloom in the grotto and pond.

"disease!"

The Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner enveloped the Crimson Yin within the small grotto-heaven, but Fang Yi did not collect the Stone Dragon Beast Egg.
"Let's see if Tian Quezi's plans turn out as I predicted."
A third-tier Celestial Master with a low moral character.
It requires the nourishment of the Wood-attribute True Elixir to generate the Seven Treasure Restrictions and become a superior-grade magic treasure, the [Azure Blood Bodhi Branch].
The Way of Heaven's Secrets has reached an unknown level; his thoughts are unfathomable. He is a cunning and treacherous old fox named Tian Quezi.

Fang Yi's eyes were jet black, like an ancient, deep spring, cold, mysterious, and inspiring fear.
"With the Crimson Eyebrows about to form their Nascent Soul, the Core Formation cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain each have their own plans and schemes."
Let's see who has the superior skill and comes out on top, thus benefiting the path of cultivation."

A flash of azure light appeared, and Fang Yi vanished without a trace, leaving behind a vibrant stone cave, still faintly imbued with the aura of the stone dragon's egg.
This energy is dim yet extremely pure; a Core Formation cultivator who is determined to examine it closely will surely be able to discover it.
"Wow!"

Water splashed in the spiritual spring, and a flash of azure light appeared. A handsome cultivator stood by the spring, holding a beast egg in his hand.

Fang Yi glanced at Xiao Su, whose aura was dim and whose face was withered, but his gaze did not linger. Instead, it fell on Xiao Qingying, whose figure was graceful and whose every move was filled with stunning charm.

"I imagine my junior sister has already made preparations for the aftermath."

"I wish to go into seclusion to condense my inner core, so I will not disturb you and delay your cultivation."

The words fell.

Fang Yi flicked his sleeves, took a step forward, and a cyan spiritual light enveloped the silver-white beast as he fled towards the Five Extremes Peak.

Recalling the aura of the gray beast egg, Xiao Qingying frowned slightly, her delicate brows furrowing like Xi Shi clutching her heart, a sight that evoked pity.

"A beast egg of a near-third-tier demon king?"

"Its origin is abundant, and it's a fire-elemental demon beast."

"Fang Yi must be skilled in the art of beast taming to be able to raise a third-tier demon king."
Is he trying to raise another demon king?

With this news, Xiao Yan's return from seclusion will be sufficient to explain the past.

She brushed aside her dark hair, her smile as radiant as a flower.

"call out!"

The long needle magic weapon was unleashed without mercy, shooting into Xiao Su's dantian and landing on his Dao foundation.

Xiao Su's soul trembled with terror.
Xiao Qingying struck down with her palm, and a long ribbon-like magical artifact shot out from her sleeve, carrying Xiao Su towards the cave.

"Xiao Lang, you have neglected me for so long since you established your foundation."
The vows of eternal love we made are like the wind in the palm of my hand, or the moon's reflection in the water—illusory and unattainable.

You are truly a heartless and ungrateful person.

"Qingying, let me explain!" The magical barrier dissipated, and Xiao Su's magic could speak. Immediately, his eyes revealed deep affection.

"Qingying, you have always been the one I love. Senior Sister Wei and Wenqing were just playing along."
You must believe me!"

"Hehehe, even now, Xiao Lang is still so glib and eloquent."
But who can blame me when I love you to the core?

Xiao Qingying covered her mouth and chuckled, but in her flowing, spring-like eyes, a madness that terrified Xiao Su was revealed.

"After much thought, I have come up with a solution that will solve everything once and for all: we will stay together forever."

To prevent you from flirting with other women and causing trouble.

As evening fell, the bright moon hung high in the sky, a gentle stream flowed, and starlight spilled across Tianji Peak.

The waterfall, as majestic as the Milky Way, rushes down from the cliff edge, plunging three thousand feet.

The top floor of the ancient Zhaixing Tower.

A simple, ancient armillary sphere hangs high, its bronze glow vying with the bright moon for brilliance.

An old man with a withered face sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed, as if he were dozing off.

"kindness?"

Tian Quezi opened his cloudy eyes, still sleepy, his face covered with fine lines and looked strange.

"The sect's fortune has increased, and its fragile foundation has been solidified."

His fingertips, covered in old skin, reached out, changing incantations and calculating, divination runes flowing, and an endless river appeared behind his lean body.

"Buzz!"

The eight trigrams embedded in the bronze track lit up one by one, and the thirty-six pearls symbolizing the celestial phenomena shone brightly.

The crimson aura transformed into auspicious clouds, appearing before the celestial globe.

As Tian Quezi swept his sleeves, the forms of fortune of the three veins—Lingzhou, Baojian, and Gutu Xuanyang—were slightly revealed.

Then came an icy mirror and a thunderous ancient stele surrounded by purple light.

His gaze lingered briefly on the ancient thunder stele that was glowing with purple light, where a thunderous Dao inscription seemed to have been reborn.

"Has the younger generation of Hurena made up their minds to sever their own foundation and start anew?"

Tian Quezi nodded slightly, his face showing appreciation. He had no ill will towards Sheng Bo'an; on the contrary, he was somewhat appreciative of his talent. When Sheng Bo'an's Dao foundation was destroyed, he had spent a lot of spiritual resources and personally went to the Medicine King Valley of Dayu to exchange for enough healing pills.

pity.

Sheng Bo'an was hesitant and indecisive, and hesitated to make a decision.

"Is it because of Fang Yi's assistance as a third-level spiritual healer?"
It saved me a gourd of Bi Yuan Yang Yuan Tang. Those medicine-addicted bastards in Medicine King Valley are all heartless.

He waved his hand and released a jade talisman. A quarter of an hour later...

The imposter entered the building with a humble expression and respectfully bowed.

"Greetings, Master."

"Hmm." Tian Quezi waved his hand and tossed out a jade gourd, giving the order.

“Fake Xiake, take this gourd of Biyuan Nourishing Soup to the main hall of the Five Extremes Peak and hand it over to Fang Yi.”

"what?"

The imposter carefully held the gourd-shaped magical artifact and whispered, "Master, do you favor Fang Yi?"

Tian Quezi's turbid gaze fell upon him, failing to evoke any imposing aura, yet the accumulated power caused Yan Xiake to tremble uncontrollably, beads of sweat constantly dripping down his face.

Within moments, a puddle of water had formed on the wood-grain floor.

"I already know that a certain Tai wants to join forces with Xiao Yan to make things difficult for Fang Yi. You all stepped in to help.

As for whether I'm optimistic about Fang Yi?

Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"However, because of Guang Sheng's favor, I cannot bully the weak."

"You imposter, you may leave. Send the elixir to Fang Yi; he knows what to do."

"Yes, sir!" Yan Xiake bowed and walked back out of the Star-Picking Tower with light steps.

Only after he left the Star-Picking Tower did he realize that his robes were soaked with sweat.

A faint sigh echoed from the top of the Star-Picking Tower.

"Having survived this ordeal, one's character will be tempered, and one's violent and tyrannical nature will be transformed."

However, with the help of external forces, he dared to take this step, and Sheng Bo'an's hopes of obtaining the Golden Elixir were dashed.

"What a pity for a high-grade Dao foundation."

"However, he is quite confident in his true core cultivation. Having another true core cultivator skilled in combat will be of some benefit to the sect."

"Through this battle, the two lightning-attribute True Persons have perfected their skills, and the sect can now possess a complete lightning pill inheritance."
My training has not been in vain.

Tian Quezi's five fingers flickered with spiritual light, lifting the Ice Soul Cold Mirror and Thunder Ancient Stele, which were condensed within the illusory image of auspicious clouds representing the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of crimson smoke rolled and transformed into the phantom of an ancient and majestic furnace.

The gilded spiritual flames inside the furnace surged and rolled, their domineering aura shaking all directions, as if trying to break free from the illusory image of auspicious clouds.

"He's rather mischievous." A withered hand brushed across, and the stove pressed down lightly.

"Xu Qingshe?"

To be able to advance to the third-tier alchemist in the Great Cloud Realm certainly requires some luck.
"His fortune truly aligns with Xuan Yang Mountain; it seems he's neither an undercover agent nor a rogue cultivator with ulterior motives."

"With Junior Brother Guang Sheng passing away, the sect has lost a late-stage Core Formation cultivator to oversee things, and its fortunes should have declined."

Even as a third-tier alchemist, Xu Qingshe alone could not reverse the increase in fortune.
"I'd like to see which of your fellow disciples possesses such a foundation."

Tian Quezi's expression was solemn, his plain white robe fluttering, and his mysterious aura blended with the auspicious clouds.

"disease!"

Liu Ren Method!
The River Luo Method!
Stargazing Method!
After trying several secret techniques, he finally managed to force out a wisp of cyan color in a corner of the sea of ​​fortune clouds.

"found it!"

With a single palm strike, Tian Quezi summoned the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, causing large stars to revolve around it in a mysterious orbit.

A wisp of azure cloud was forced out, transforming into a blue lotus. The azure lotus platform trembled, and the lotus seed fell, taking root and sprouting.

In a short while, the lotus leaves stretched to the sky, an endless expanse of green.

"Fang Yi?"

Tian Quezi frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a solemn expression.

"A powerful and vigorous aura, full of vitality, such a strong and prosperous fortune... another Senior Brother Guang Sheng?"
It is fortunate for Xuan Yang Mountain that Senior Brother Guang Sheng completed the Dao of Spiritual Plants, leaving behind the [Wu Yang Spiritual Farming Book], a third-tier superior-grade inheritance of the Dao of Spiritual Plants.
What kind of spiritual healing legacy will Fang Yi leave behind?

Tian Quezi's turbid eyes cleared as if washed by a spiritual spring, and he cast a magic seal.

The treasure of Tianji Peak, the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram, hangs down with starlight, obscuring Fang Yiqingyun and transforming him into an ordinary blue lotus.

He smiled and nodded slightly.

Fang Yi has impeccable political credentials and is also the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain; their interests are intertwined.

The Zoroastrian Church and the Azure Water Pavilion could not and were unwilling to pay the price for Fang Yi's betrayal.

In the blink of an eye, the armillary sphere dimmed, and the ancient map was withdrawn.

The Star-Picking Tower returned to its dim and silent state. He closed his eyes, sealed off all life force, and fell asleep again on the futon, not interfering in the dispute between the younger generation.

"Without experiencing suffering and hardship, how can one attain the status of a great sage?"

Simply tracing back the mountain demon tide is not enough!
Young man, let this old man see if you are the next Senior Brother Guang Sheng.

"Or perhaps they were just lucky ones who got ahead."

Five Peaks.

The cultivator, who resembled an old farmer, hunched over, wielding a brown iron spirit hoe, gathering earth energy, and carefully tending to the spirit field.

Inside the secret chamber, Seven Rings, perched atop the demonic cloud, listlessly gnawed on a spirit peach, juice splashing everywhere.

On the jade platform, Fang Yi, dressed in green, opened his eyes. A six-pointed plum blossom phantom appeared in his eyes as he activated the [Plum Blossom Divination Technique].

"Did you notice?"
Such profound understanding of the secrets of the universe is truly terrifying.

"Fortunately, we were prepared." The Five Poison Cauldron floated in the air, and Fang Yi's powerful aura merged with the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine.

A wisp of energy flowed from his fingertips, transforming into an ancient tree that was half withered and half green.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

As the ancient tree moved, half of the lush green ancient tree fell off, turning into azure spiritual light, and left the protection of the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine.

"Buzz!"

The azure light flowed and transformed into a jade lotus flower. The lotus platform trembled, and the lotus seeds fell off, took root, sprouted, and grew branches and leaves.

The endless expanse of lotus leaves stretching to the sky reflects the aura of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Xuanyang Mountain.

The towering peaks stand tall, surrounded by a crimson mist, and the clanging sounds of gold and jade resound endlessly.

Amidst the jagged, strange rocks, cultivators came and went, bustling about.

A brown light descended, revealing a burly cultivator draped in hemp robes, his muscular arms bare.

He sighed softly and looked up.

The obsidian tower is adorned with eight hundred exquisite copper bells hanging from its eaves, inscribed with the "Suppressing Evil and Drawing Fire Incantation."

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

However, it failed to arouse any interest as usual.

"How should I explain this to my master?"

"Now that my disciple has returned, why don't you come and see me!" A powerful voice rang out, and Yang Juyu raised his head from the fire vein, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"I wonder how the collection of spiritual items for Senior Brother Fang Yi is going?"

(End of this chapter)