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

Chapter 710 Offering Spiritual Medicine, Fighting, and Confrontation!

Just as Yang Juyu was about to speak, a streak of crimson light streaked across the sky and sped toward the Five Extremes Peak.

"Wu Mengchen?" Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, surprised that Wu Mengchen had come here.

Unlike Yang Juyu, Wu Mengchen acted cautiously and did not seize the opportunity to set up a soul-cleansing spell.

After failing to condense his own elixir, Wu Mengchen, though intending to get closer, merely expressed his stance verbally.

At most, he sent his eldest disciple Jiang Xing to assist him a little. He had previously sent Changsun Jie to visit him, but that was only to do his best.

Why has he come here?

Yang Juyu also seemed to be deep in thought.

According to rumors within the sect, Wu Mengchen, this fake alchemist from the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, has very little gambling instinct; he plays it safe and doesn't make a move easily.

When Fang Yi failed to condense the core, he sent his disciple Jiang Xing to join Fang Yi's ranks.
It's not surprising that they've come here now, but I wonder what their intentions are.

He has three pseudo-Dan Masters in the Heavenly Craft Refining Pavilion, one of whom has not long since condensed his core and has gone out to search for spiritual herbs.

The remaining two, the fake Xiake and the fake Xiake, clashed fiercely, vying for power within the pavilion.

He relied on Fang Yi's reputation to gain favor with the cultivators of the Ancestral Hall lineage and gradually gained the upper hand.

Wu Mengchen also had an old rival in the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, who was also a fake alchemist named Xu Dingzi.

However, because Wu Mengchen handled matters appropriately, his conflict with Xu Dingzi did not escalate to a life-or-death struggle or a complete breakdown in relations.

Both Xu Dingzi and Yan Xiake are connected to Tianji Peak.
'Wu Mengchen is extremely cunning; he won't act until he sees a clear benefit. We need to be wary of him for the sake of the master.'

Yang Juyu felt a sense of unease, unlike when he served Fang Yi and experienced pleasure in his soul.

Wu Mengchen was a man of profound wisdom and the most ruthless among the people of Xuanyang Mountain.

He knew of an old story.

One hundred and seventy years ago, seven Foundation Establishment cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain embarked on a journey to explore the ruins of a Core Formation True Person.

Two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and five early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators survived from the cave and their cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

As for Wu Mengchen, he was only a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator with mediocre magical artifacts at the time.
In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, spiritual objects that form the Core are rare, and cultivators who can condense a false Core are all extraordinary individuals.

The escape light falls.

The elderly cultivator, who looked like a man in his eighties, reached out and brushed aside the crimson light, then slowly stepped out.

Wu Mengchen, with white hair and wrinkled skin, wore a wide-sleeved robe made of snow silk, the satin surface decorated with ink splashes to create the mysterious patterns of incense burners.

He walked slowly to Fang Yi and said in a hoarse, languid voice, "Greetings, Senior Brother Fang Yi."

As the eldest disciple and the one who contacted Fang Yi in his early years, Jiang Xing, dressed in a green pine-patterned ink robe with a hemp sash hanging down his knees, followed closely behind.

He became much more respectful, bowing with his hands clasped in a very formal and measured manner.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Greetings, Master Wu. Nephew Jiang is very polite." Fang Yi returned the greeting with a cupped hand and led the two into the main hall.

Unlike Yang Juyu, whose soul was cleansed and whose life and death were in his own hands, he didn't need to care about the reception.

Wu Mengchen, this fake alchemist, must be given sufficient respect in order to influence the inclinations of the fake alchemists within the sect.

Even if a fake cultivator is inferior to a true cultivator, he is still a pillar of Xuan Yang Mountain, with a deeply entrenched and powerful influence.

While it may not be able to help cultivators achieve their goals, it is not difficult to sabotage them, create obstacles, or hinder their progress.

Inside the grand hall, built of ancient wood, eight vermilion round pillars stand tall.

Unlike the solemn and ancient style of ordinary cultivators, the main hall of the Five Extremes Peak is filled with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and is filled with Xuan Shen, Zhu Guo, Ling Zhi and Chong Lou.
The patterns of numerous spiritual roots and precious herbs filled all eight directions of the main hall, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted through the air.

A cyan cloud bed rose with the fragrance of medicine. Fang Yi, Yang Juyu, and Wu Mengchen sat down casually, with their respective disciples attending to them.

"Junior Brother Yang, how are the spiritual items you prepared for Fang Yi?"

As soon as Wu Mengchen sat down, he immediately sent a telepathic message to coordinate with the cultivators.

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Yang Juyu remained silent and did not answer. He took off the storage bag at his waist and channeled his magic power.

A streak of light, carrying a storage bag, landed on the jade table in front of Fang Yi.

"Senior Brother Fang, Tianji Peak is very powerful. Many of my fellow disciples who owe me favors have chosen not to help either side and have refused to trade spiritual herbs and precious materials."
The number of spiritual items I've collected is truly beyond my capabilities.

Absolutely!
Absolutely!

Wu Mengchen also looked distressed and troubled. With a flick of his sleeve, his storage bag, also wrapped in brown spiritual light, landed on the jade table in front of Fang Yi.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's not that I'm unwilling to contribute, but rather that Tianji Peak has accumulated prestige over a long period of time."

My junior brother has already exhausted all his efforts to obtain such a spiritual item.

"Thank you both for your trouble. I will remember this favor."

Fang Yi glanced at the two of them, cupped his hands in thanks, and probed his storage bag with his divine sense, carefully examining the spiritual items inside.

half an hour.

He closed his eyes slightly, looked at Wu Mengchen meaningfully, and said calmly.

"Regarding how many spirit stones Junior Brother Wu spent exchanging for these spiritual items, I, Fang, will compensate you."

Wu Mengchen glanced at Yang Juyu, who stood to the side like a statue, and raised a finger.

"A thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"

"what!"

Li Heng, who was serving nearby, had a slightly dark expression. A thousand low-grade spirit stones was only the price of a good high-grade magic weapon.

Even though spiritual items of the same level only cost 30% to 50% of the value of magical artifacts.

How many spiritual items can you exchange for a thousand low-grade spirit stones?
This clearly shows that Fang Yi was not taken seriously.

'That old scoundrel!'
It would be fine if they didn't come to Five Extremes Peak, but when they came to visit their master, they only exchanged a thousand spirit stones for spiritual items.

This is someone who comes to provoke and humiliate us!

Seeing Fang Yi's brows furrow slightly, his eyes darkened, and he took a step forward.

"Master Wu, are you looking down on my Five Extremes Peak?"
The spiritual items that Master wants to collect are worth tens of thousands.

"This mere thousand spirit stones worth of spiritual items, let alone you, a dignified Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator, even I, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, could easily produce it."

Wu Mengchen's aura deepened slightly, his robes fluttered, and the phantom of mountains appeared behind him, exuding a heavy aura.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to exchange spiritual items for Fang Yi, or to do him a favor.

Rather, it was the immense strength beneath Tianji Peak that caused Xu Dingzi to confront him without hesitation.

If you dare to do things for Fang Yi, then don't blame him for using any means necessary to target and suppress you.

Even at the most intense moment of the conflict between Wu Mengchen and Xu Dingzi, Xu Dingzi did not openly break off relations and left room for maneuver.

Those who understand the times are wise. Fang Yi has shallow knowledge and experience. What can he use to compete with Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, who is currently in seclusion and condensing his elixir?

These are two Core Formation Realm cultivators!
Wu Mengchen's gaze turned cold, and his aura pressed down on Li Heng, intending to teach him a lesson.

"Is this how Senior Brother Fang teaches the younger generation?"
When our elders speak, how dare you interrupt!

"Ha!" Fang Yi's gaze turned cold, his eyes reflecting Wu Mengchen's figure.

"I am also curious, who gave Junior Brother Wu the courage?"
How outrageous!

A wisp of blue light appeared at his fingertips, and his finger shadow pressed down.

"Fang Yi, how dare you lay a hand on your fellow disciples at Xuan Yang Mountain?"

Wu Mengchen's face twitched, his expression cold. Earth elemental energy surrounded him, and the brown mountain phantoms continued to press down.

"You're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator who luckily rose to the position of sect leader. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Oh!"

The finger shadow was surrounded by azure spiritual light, full of vitality, and rippled with verdant green, shattering the illusory mountain shadows and dispersing the spiritual power of the Earth element.

Wu Mengchen's face darkened slightly; Fang Yi was more troublesome than he had anticipated.

But he dared to accept the benefits from Tianji Peak because he had the confidence to do so.

"Buzz!"

A precious seal covered with mountain patterns appeared, dust flew up, and spiritual sand swirled around it.

The low-grade magic weapon, the Mountain-Subduing Seal, was nurtured by his efforts over a century, constantly refining earth-attribute spiritual materials, making it a first-rate magic weapon among those of the same grade.

"Fang Yi, take this!"

"boom!"

The Fushan Treasure Seal struck down mercilessly towards Fang Yi's head, its powerful aura and radiant light aimed at taking his life.

The Azure Lotus Banner slipped from Fang Yi's sleeve, transforming into a five-petaled azure lotus, its swirling mist supporting the precious seal. A twin datura flower bloomed from Fang Yi's fingertip, its beauty dazzling, surrounded by purple light, and his magical power poured down upon it.

"Little Mandala Finger!"

A Mandala Finger was thrown at Wu Mengchen, and a purple finger shadow shot out of the hall to the astonishment of the crowd.

"Oh!"

An oil-paper umbrella unfolds, with specks of ink-colored ripples hanging from its ribs, obscuring the air.

Under the Mandala Finger, several cultivators were blasted out from the void.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and looked out of the main hall.

"Senior Brother Yan, have you been watching for so long just to see me make a fool of myself?"

"So what?"

Yan Youtai slowly walked out of the void, his long hair flowing over his shoulders and his silver robe fluttering, looking like a god or demon.

His mysterious energy flowed and filled the hall.

"Junior Brother Fang, don't be greedy for some things."

The foundation of my Heavenly Mystery Peak has been passed down for thousands of years, which is incomparable to that of ordinary cultivators.
Knowing when to back down is also a great wisdom!

"Si Jingming, come and greet the sect leader." Yan Youtai raised his left hand slightly, and Si Jingming, wearing an old farmer's hat, a hemp robe, and barefoot, stepped forward slowly.

"Si Jingming of Shennong Hall greets the Sect Leader!"

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding dawning on him. "Two quasi-third-tier spirit plant cultivators from the sect are vying for that third-tier spirit plant garden on Spirit Nourishing Slope."

"Junior Brother Si Jingming, have you made up your mind so easily?"

Si Jingming stood tall and straight, confident and composed, and said calmly, "Since Junior Brother Liang Qu has come to see the Sect Leader, I, Si, will naturally have to make some plans."

In the entire Xuanyang Mountain range, is there any mountain more suitable to be my backing than the Tianji Peak lineage?

It just so happens that Master Fang is here.

"Please trouble the sect leader to inform my junior brother Liang Qu that a wise bird chooses its tree carefully; in this game, I, Si, have the superior skill."

Yan Youtai chuckled with satisfaction.

"Junior Brother Fang, the Heavenly Mystery Peak's resources are far more than this."

Fang Yi's eyes were dark, and he sneered inwardly.

If they truly possessed such profound resources, they wouldn't have bothered with the support of the sect.

He was certain. 'It seems that the fact that the sect is inclined to support me is true.'

Otherwise, Yan Youtai wouldn't have gone to such lengths, so hastily abandoning all pretense and resorting to coercion and bribery.

'Therefore, we must not retreat!'

Fang Yi chuckled.

“Junior Brother Liang Qu, since Junior Brother Si Jingming has something to say, it would be more reasonable for you to communicate with him personally!”

Liangqu?!
Why is he still at Wuji Peak?
Si Jingming frowned slightly; he was extremely wary of this old rival.

Even Yan Youtai, who had previously achieved the Golden Core stage, was not many. After Yan Youtai achieved the Golden Core stage, he was treated equally.

If he weren't absolutely certain of victory, and with his elixir of immortality about to be formed, why would he need to rely on Yan Youtai and live under his roof?

With the sound of footsteps, a brown corner appeared, and Liang Qu, holding a brown hoe, walked in with firm steps.

"Si Jingming, it's been a long time. You still rely on external things for help."

"Foreign object?"

Si Jingming's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he said disdainfully, "Liang Qu has the support of Tianji Peak."

Can you win against me?
"Once I condense my true core, you will understand how important external things are to disciples like us who have no master's support!"

"Deye!"

Fang Yi let out a soft cry, and a golden figure emerged from behind the main hall, with his hair tied up with seven copper coins and a bronze Bagua plate at his waist.

Fan Deye bowed respectfully, then looked at Yan Youtai. "It's been a long time since we last met, Master Yan."

I am grateful that you value me so much and wish to take me as your disciple, but after much consideration, I would rather become your disciple.
This disciple is preoccupied with the path of the Dao, and hopes that True Man Yan will forgive me!

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Feeling humiliated in public, Yan Youtai felt a surge of anger.

A blue light extended from his hand, and the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff appeared, with dragon roars echoing, precious light swirling, and Bagua runes flowing.

"Fang Yi, do you think I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you?"

Fang Yi looked at Yan Youtai with a half-smile, his powerful aura flowing.

The azure mist gathers and transforms into swaying blue lotus blossoms, evolving into an endless expanse of green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

That's how things have come to this.

In the struggle for the path and opportunities, how can we back down!
He looked disdainful and challenged, "Yan Youtai, do you dare to make a move?"

"I'm standing right here. Do you dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Fang Yi!"

The Nine-Wood Azure Dragon Staff shone brightly, and Yan Youtai's robes fluttered as he prepared to strike with it.

"Master Yan, don't be fooled!" A beam of emerald light appeared, and the fake Xiake, with a solemn expression, hurriedly landed in the main hall and took out a silver token.

"Master Yan, by the decree of Grand Master Tianque, you are ordered to return to Tianji Peak for cultivation."

"The founder?!"

Yan Youtai's face was gloomy, and he was dissatisfied, but he did not strike with the Nine Wood Azure Dragon Staff in his hand.

Although they were both True Immortals at the Core Formation stage, he ultimately dared not disobey Tian Quezi's decree.

The difference between "Da Zhenren" and "Zhenren" is only one character.

The gap between us deepens with each passing year, and we become increasingly aware of it.

With a flick of his sleeve, he enveloped everyone and vanished in a silver streak of light. "Fang Yi, we'll meet again someday!"

Yan Xiake glanced at Fang Yi with apprehension and tossed out a jade gourd-shaped magic artifact from his hand.

"Grand Master Tianque has bestowed upon us a spiritual medicine; we hope Sect Leader Fang will handle it carefully."

A moment later.

Only Yang Juyu, Li Heng, Liang Qu, and a few others remained in the main hall.

The wisps of fiery, dry medicinal energy, which stirred the mind and spirit, ceased to emanate from Fang Yi's sleeve.

He felt regretful, but he did not anger Yan Youtai by using the Crimson Lotus Fire Nature, a third-tier spiritual plant obtained from the Burial Soul Abyss.

It's a pity I didn't get to do it this time; who knows when I'll have such an opportunity again.

Fang Yi bowed to the vermilion pillar on the left side of the main hall and spoke.

"Thank you for looking after me, Uncle Hengyi!"

"Your senses are quite sharp." With a soft laugh, Zhang Heng, wearing a jade crown and exuding a powerful aura, slowly revealed himself.

"We are both cultivators of the Ancestral Hall; how can I allow others to bully me?"

His eyes showed regret.

"Having missed this opportunity, with Senior Brother Tianque keeping an eye on things, I can't very well bully the weak."

"Greetings, Master Hengyi!" Liang Qu's eyes lit up with joy. He had bet on the right thing. Fang Yi actually had the support of Master Hengyi from the Ancestral Hall lineage!

He claimed to be indifferent to material possessions, but he was also unwilling to suffer the suppression from Tianji Peak and compete with Si Jingming for the [Nourishment Slope].

That would be too much of a loss.

Zhang Heng glanced at him, nodded slightly, and didn't take the near-third-tier spirit plant master seriously.

Even if one condenses the elixir, one is still just an ordinary True Person. Not everyone is like the Patriarch, with extraordinary talent, and can step into the position of a Great True Person.

"How can he compare to Fang Yi, who has completed the lineage of spiritual medicine within the sect?" he carefully explained.

"If we miss this opportunity, with Senior Brother Tianque watching over us, Yan Youtai will find it difficult to make a move."

But Xiao Yan's matter will have to be resolved by you, Junior Nephew Fang."

"It's time for your cultivation level to break through."

(End of this chapter)