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

Chapter 721 Core Formation Ceremony, Cultivators Gather

Seven Precepts' demonic power surged, using himself as a coordinate to resonate with Fang Yi's divine sense.

After Fang Yi's soul left, a map of the earth veins of the Burning Dome appeared. The veins, resembling a dragon, were thick, long, and vast, causing tides of spiritual energy with each breath.

"found it!"

The six-pointed plum blossom in his eyes flashed by, and Fang Yi's fingertips changed their magic, activating the [Plum Blossom Divination].

"Shh!"

A hazy, cyan aura swept across.

Silent
"Do you really think I'm unprepared?" Xiao Yan chuckled repeatedly, waving the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch in his hand.

"clatter!"

A sharp, cyan light shot out, its blade covered in wood grain, emitting a cold glint, and cut through the Azure Wood Hundred Spirits Divine Light.

"Master is so insightful, how could he have been prepared in advance!"
Xiao Yan, you are incredibly audacious to dare to challenge my ruthless and heartless master!

Deep underground, the spiritual energy of the brown soil gathered, and the thick runes of the Earth Treasure Gourd flowed, having been gathering power for a long time.

"laugh!"

The primal demonic power, carrying spiritual sand, spewed out, sometimes like a hurricane, the spiritual sand swirling like sharp blades.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The azure blade unleashed from the Blood Bodhi Branch was caught by the hurricane, and the spiritual sand was worn away.

"You wretched creature!" Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly, and he swung the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch down again.

"late!"

Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, and his fingertips shone brightly. The Hundred Spirits Divine Light evolved from the Azure Wood Domain slashed towards the root of the Burning Dome Mountain.

"That wicked Fang Yi wants to cut off my nose bridge!"

Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly; the bridge of his nose had been severed, and his spiritual veins were cut off.
After that, there's no need to talk about any Golden Core Ceremony. They couldn't even protect the Daoist temple, so how could they possibly gather followers?

"disease!"

He forced out crimson essence from his fingertips, hastily activating his magic incantation. The Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, radiating spiritual light, surged towards the spiritual vein at the base of Burning Dome Mountain.

Half a step too late!

"boom!"

The Azure Wood Spiritual Light severed 30% of the spiritual veins before being shattered by the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.

"Boom!"

A mournful roar echoed from the earth's veins, causing the sacred peaks to tremble, dust to billow, and rocks to tumble down.

Even with the support of the Bodhi tree branch, nearly 40% of the Burning Dome collapsed, turning into ruins.

"Hey, you piece of trash, you think you can compete with my master?"

Looking at Xiao Yan's gloomy, almost dripping with water-like ferocity, Qi Jie scoffed, grabbed the Earth Treasure Gourd, and transformed into a beam of light to immediately disappear into the ground.

Holding the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, Xiao Yan was a first-rate figure, almost a top-tier figure, among Core Formation True Immortals of the same level.

He is inferior to Fang Yi.

But surpassing the Seven Precepts is not difficult!
"Fang Yi!!"

Like cicadas and crows in winter, their mournful cries rang out.

Xiao Yan's face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes were sinister as he stared at Wuji Peak, gritting his teeth.

"Remember this!"

Once the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch is fully formed and I possess a top-grade magic weapon, I will surely seek retribution tenfold, a hundredfold!

"Ah!"

At the Five Extremes Peak, Fang Yi reached out and scooped a small silver-white beast into his arms, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"To take revenge on me?"
"With your abilities?"

His expression was calm, a smile playing on his lips, as he casually plucked at Seven's shiny, smooth fur, which felt wonderful to the touch.

He already knew how to use Xiao Yan.

Holding the Blood-Red Bodhi Branch, he attacked Zhu Huaiyuan without holding back, showing no respect whatsoever to the Great Master.

It seems they know nothing of the secrets hidden within, merely puppets on strings.
"Both are True Immortals at the Core Formation stage, but one True Immortal is skilled in divination, with a mind as deep as the abyss, and can manipulate a True Immortal at the Core Formation stage like a puppet on a string."
Some of them are truly useless.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, his mind racing, and a plan came to mind.

Before the emergence of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, Xiao Yan's status was arguably the highest below that of a Great True Man.

Even if a great master intervenes, Tianquezi can still handle it.
Killing them would be inauspicious; could we perhaps take advantage of them and get a share of the spoils?

'Traverse the mountain, strike at Yan Youtai, and seize control of the Xuan Yang Sect.'

In every matter, if an additional Core Formation cultivator were to lend a hand, the result would be twice as good with half the effort.

Although Xiao Yan is not very shrewd and is easily schemed against, he has the Great Treasure for protection and is also under the care of a Grand Master.
Even with the intervention of the sect leaders from the Heavenly Blade, Hehuan, and White Bone factions, one's life would be spared.
'Such talent is useful to Tian Quezi, and so am I.'

"Has Senior Brother Fang been injured?" Zhu Huaiyuan's heart skipped a beat when he saw Fang Yi remain silent.

After the spiritual field is refined, it still needs to be refined with earth energy to maintain its grade. Fang Yi, as a key figure, cannot afford to have any problems.

"It doesn't matter!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the life force gathered and transformed into an ancient vine that stretched out, intertwining and connecting to form a large hand with distinct joints.

"Azure Wood Great Handprint, descend!"

"boom!"

The massive handprint slammed down, its immense power penetrating the spiritual peak, completely suppressing the struggling earth veins, rendering them unable to move an inch.

"Junior Brother Huaiyuan, continue refining your spiritual field. There are no ignorant fools who would interfere."

"Yes!"

Zhu Huaiyuan bowed respectfully.

After exchanging blows with Xiao Yan, Fang Yi displayed a foundation far exceeding that of ordinary Core Formation cultivators. Subconsciously, Xiao Yan elevated Fang Yi's status by three points, placing him at least a notch above himself.

With his powerful magical abilities, solid foundation, and long-lasting energy channels, Fang Yi is very likely to rival the Five Flower Immortal in the future.

Those are the true foundations of each sect; their every word and action can determine the fate of countless beings in the Great Yun cultivation world.

To be able to establish a connection with such a person is truly a great opportunity, enough to fill him with immense joy.
Liang Qu, who was diligently working to unravel the earth's veins and whose hoe was constantly moving, could no longer contain his joy.

With the support of Master Fang, the chances of winning against Si Jingming would increase by at least 30%.

An hour later.

The sextant, carved from black bronze, was activated at full power. Zhu Huaiyuan's expression turned solemn as he changed the hand seals at his fingertips.

"disease!"

"Spanning heaven and earth, transforming dragons and snakes!"

"Yan!"

A golden dragon phantom, clad in golden armor, with deer antlers, a horse's head, ox ears, a camel's head, and a snake's neck, appeared, majestic and imposing, roaring to the sky.

"boom!"

A vast expanse of brown spiritual light flowed, and the inscriptions on the dragon-stabilizing stake flowed out, completely penetrating the earth's veins and evolving into a spring well, from which shimmering golden mist gushed forth.

"Wow!"

A tremendous suction force emanated from the spring, engulfing everything in all directions. In an instant, it swallowed up all the coming and going earth energy tides.

Layer upon layer of verdant mountains, peaks upon peaks, and fields of spiritual energy—a myriad of extraordinary phenomena emerge one by one.

Under the scorching and tempering of the Earth Milk True Flame, the spiritual field shone with a jade-like luster, and its energy soared into the sky.

"It's done!"

Zhu Huaiyuan was breathing heavily, his face was pale, his eyes were swollen with dark circles, and his breathing was slightly unstable.

Even with a third-tier precious pill to replenish his vital energy, the mana consumed in refining this spiritual field was still at the limit of his foundation.

If it weren't for Fang Yi's top-notch spiritual healing techniques, which restored his magical power and healed his exhausted soul, he would have been able to recover.

Refining half an acre of third-grade superior spirit field is already the limit; there is absolutely no way to achieve such results.

"Senior Brother Fang, I have successfully completed my mission!"

Zhu Huaiyuan squatted down, grasped a handful of dark soil with his five fingers, felt the abundant earth energy, and his face was full of joy.

After a long pause, his expression became inscrutable, and he let out a soft sigh.

"This may be the pinnacle of my skills in this lifetime."
Don't laugh at me, Senior Brother Fang, before coming here, I planned to refine half an acre of mid-grade third-level spirit field and reach the third grade.
The rest is just a case of losing more than you gain.

Zhu Huaiyuan felt his depleted vital energy and blood essence, and laughed unrestrainedly.

"Six-point instrument, Earth Marrow Nail Needle, Earth Milk True Flame, heh."
Unexpectedly, they were pushing themselves to such extremes; activating the feng shui compass was already at its limit.

"I will remember this favor."

Fang Yi's gaze swept over the rich and fertile spiritual fields, where the earth was filled with misty energy. His eyes shone like stars, and he exuded heroic spirit.

Half an acre of top-grade third-level spirit field, one acre of mid-grade third-level spirit field, and a spirit spring formed from a magic treasure-level dragon-stabilizing stake.
This was the best result he had anticipated, enough to build a superior medicinal garden, nourish spiritual plants, and improve his spiritual healing skills and cultivation.

After a moment's thought, he took out a bronze token from his sleeve. The front of the token was engraved with the two characters "Fang Yi," and the back featured a swaying blue lotus.

"Junior Brother Huaiyuan, you may come to me with this token if you need anything in the future."
"For the younger generation to achieve perfection in the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, senior brother, this is also a kind of spiritual medicine that can replenish their foundation."

Zhu Huaiyuan nodded slightly and accepted the token. He had gone to such lengths just to do Fang Yi a favor.

"Senior brother, I still need to report back to the Master, so I won't disturb you any longer and will take my leave first."

The words fell.

The six-pointed star, the feng shui compass, and the earth marrow nail transformed into three beams of spiritual light, which were gathered into his sleeve. Zhu Huaiyuan then transformed into a brown beam of spiritual light and fled.

Fang Yi watched him leave, then turned to Liang Qu and spoke gently.

"Once this matter is settled, I'll leave the clearing and preparation of my spirit field to Junior Brother Liang Qu."
After the Core Formation Ceremony, I can stand by my junior brother in the competition for the Spirit Plant Garden at [Spirit Nourishing Slope].

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Liang Qu bowed respectfully, disregarding the hardships of clearing the spiritual fields, and hurriedly responded.

"Junior brother will certainly manage the spirit field well and will not disappoint senior brother."

"Yes, there are very few cultivators in the sect who are close to the third rank of spiritual plant cultivation. I hope you will cultivate diligently and advance to the third rank of spiritual plant cultivation as soon as possible."

Feel the ancient trees withered and yellow, the ground covered with cracks, and the waterfalls that have stopped flowing at Wuji Peak.

Fang Yi murmured softly, "This kind of spiritual peak is not a place for cultivation or entertaining guests..."

"disease!"

He patted his storage bag, and spirit seeds flew out, landing in various places on the Five Extremes Peak.

"Little Cloud and Rain Technique!"

The spiritual energy of water and wood converged, transforming into thick, hazy rain clouds that obscured the moonlight, leaving the Five Extreme Peaks dim and without light.

"fall!"

The spiritual rain poured down, like rain pattering on banana leaves, washing away the withered ancient trees and spiritual flowers.

On the cliff face, the welcoming pine tree is no longer withered and yellow; its branches are gnarled and twisted. Among the small sandalwood trees in the mountains, lotus seeds have sprouted and grown into swaying pink lotuses.
After a fresh rain in the empty mountains, autumn arrives late in the clear woods.
In the blink of an eye, the Five Peaks were lush and green again, no longer damaged as before.
"Humph!"

In the incineration dome hall, a photographic record mirror floats in the air.

Looking at the newly renovated, ancient and secluded Five Extremes Peak, Xiao Yan's face was cold and sinister, gleaming with a ghostly light like a venomous snake.

"Master, I have something to report!" Xiao Qingying, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, curtsied with a solemn expression.

"Master, the eleven second-tier cave dwellings on the Burning Dome have dropped one tier in grade, the nine spiritual fields have withered, and the three springs have stopped flowing."

"I understand." Xiao Yan's face grew even darker. His scheme against Fang Yi had backfired, and he had suffered a great loss instead.

"Within ten days, I will ask a Feng Shui master from our sect to repair the spiritual veins and nourish the earth's roots, which should be able to mitigate some of the losses."
As for the decline in the grade of the sect's cave dwellings and the withering of the medicinal fields, these losses will be compensated with spirit stones drawn from the clan's treasury.

"Yes!" Xiao Qingying hesitated, her lips twitching several times before she finally bit her lip and whispered.

"Master, Fang Yi has a third-tier demon king companion, possesses formidable magical power, and his true core is of considerable quality. He is no ordinary person."
"It would be better to make peace with him for now, and then deal with him after his cultivation has improved."

"I have my own considerations for this matter; you may leave now."

Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly. He waved his hand and released a beam of spiritual light, which swept Xiao Qingying up and landed outside the main hall.

"."

The deep hall was silent, with only the flow of magical power refining spiritual energy.

half an hour.

A soft sigh echoed.
"And how I wish I could take a steady and cautious approach."

Xiao Yan looked helpless. He focused his consciousness into his dantian, where a perfectly round pill rotated and was enveloped in burning flames.

With each rotation, a wisp of spiritual energy is released and refined into magical power.

The pale blue magical power gleamed with a faint light, and on the True Core was a talisman engraved with tiny starlight, its starlight cascading down, refining the magical power.
"High-grade true elixir?"

"If it weren't for the help of the Star-Piercing Refining Talisman, I would have barely made it into the middle-grade True Core realm. How could I have gained my master's favor and been bestowed with such a precious treasure?"

Xiao Yan's gaze was deep and unfathomable, his heart silent.

Even if a mid-grade True Pill is concealed, it can be refined using the magic treasure "Hanging Star Refining Talisman" to advance to the next grade, making it comparable to a high-grade True Pill.
However, his cultivation speed was ultimately limited, barely reaching the middle-grade True Core level, only slightly better than the low-grade True Core level.

Without sufficient spiritual herbs to replenish his energy and refine it into magical power, how could he maintain the rate of cultivation advancement expected of a high-grade true elixir?
He would inevitably lose the favor of the Great Master, and the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch would also be lost, thus becoming an ordinary Core Formation Master.

After hundreds of years of cultivation, the mid-stage of Core Formation is already the limit.
He absolutely will not allow this!
Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the Blood Bodhi Branch, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Fang Yi, I'll let you be proud for a while. There's plenty of time in the future!"

I will nurture the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch with my essence and vital energy, so that man and treasure may become one.

I will definitely seek retribution from you for this.
On the path of cultivation, one either progresses or regresses; I will never relinquish the spiritual treasures and opportunities within the sect.

There really is something fishy going on.

An oil-paper umbrella with ink-like hues unfolds, casting an invisible, chaotic aura.

Outside the Burning Dome Hall, under the crimson jujube tree, Yan Youtai stood with his hands behind his back, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate spinning behind him.

The eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li—flowed and changed as he used his fingertips to perform incantations.

"Heavenly Secret Technique: Qi Interception!"

The barely perceptible azure light emanated from the main hall, continuously gathering and finally condensing into a touch of azure charm on the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate.

"This level of magical power can at most barely reach the mid-grade True Core stage."
Xiao Yan's mind is so easily swayed; I initially thought it was due to a bad temper, but the reason is actually this!

Yan Youtai's face lit up with joy. He had seized Xiao Yan's fatal weakness, and now there was no longer any threat to him.

"I have calculated several times before that Xiao Yan's foundation is such that there is only one in ten thousand who can condense a top-grade true pill."

I was initially puzzled by Tianwu Jue's assistance, but even with Tianque's intervention, I could still sense something was amiss.
It turns out they used some kind of secret treasure to disguise the quality of the elixir.

"Let's not expose it for now, and let Xiao Yan and Fang Yi fight. With the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch in hand, Xiao Yan is no weakling."

Hey, when the snipe and the clam fight, I, the fisherman, can reap the benefits.

On the rooftop of the Star-Picking Tower, the armillary sphere rotates, its bronze track gleaming coldly.
Two streams of energy appeared and disappeared.

Tian Quezi sat cross-legged on a futon, his turbid gaze piercing through layers of magical restrictions, seemingly traversing thousands of miles, and landing on the two cultivators atop the Burning Dome.

"useless.
External objects can be used, but should not be relied upon.
What a pity.

He shook his head slightly and took out three square talismans covered with starlight from his sleeve.

It was the magic treasure, the Star-Piercing Refining Talisman.

'Xishan, conceal yourself and go there with the Hanging Star Refining Talisman.'

Under the cover of legal restrictions, the two spoke in complete silence.

A quarter of an hour later, a silver light silently disappeared from the Star Gazing Pavilion.

The sun and moon revolve in perfect order, the seasons change, and heavy snow falls, ushering in the cold winter.

In the blink of an eye, the time for the Core Formation Ceremony arrived.

Wuji Peak is covered in snow, the wind is biting cold, and the waterfall is frozen solid.

In the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

Yang Cai'er wore a deep blue palace dress, her long black hair was tied up with a jade cup, her skin was like solidified cream, and her aura was chilling.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's been a long time!"

With her slender, delicate hands, she pushed a jade-carved spirit-sealing box covered in crane patterns in front of Fang Yi. A smile appeared on the female cultivator's icy face.

"This Cold Marrow Wood Seed is a lost third-grade high-quality spiritual plant."

Although its source is abundant and its planting conditions are strict, when refined into spiritual medicine, its grade is comparable to that of a mid-grade third-tier spiritual plant, which can purify the soul and nourish the source.

"Senior Brother is skilled in puppetry; consuming this item will provide him with some benefit. Consider this a congratulatory gift for Senior Brother Fang."

"Thank you, Junior Sister." Fang Yi did not refuse. He swept his five fingers across the sealed jade box, which was then put away. He then patted his storage bag, and a handful of spiritual soil contained three lotus seeds.

"I also have something as a gift for my junior sister as she condenses her true core."

These are the seeds of three Crimson Flame Lotuses. I have nourished them with secret medical techniques, refining their vitality, and they have already taken root and sprouted.

Junior sister, please cultivate this item carefully in the future. Every ten days, it can evolve into a wisp of precious lotus energy, which can counteract the soul-corroding injury caused by your coldness.”

Yang Cai'er's eyes held an unreadable expression as she gazed at the lotus seed. After a long while, she let out a soft sigh.

"As expected of a master of medicine, Senior Brother, I tried my best to conceal it, but he still managed to see through my disguise."

A cold glint appeared, the black sheen of her long hair faded, turning white, and a chill also emanated from Yang Cai'er's willow-leaf eyebrows.

"Junior sister is cultivating the Ice Soul Frost Coffin Technique to condense the elixir. It is not advisable for her to stay at Five Extremes Peak for long, so she will take her leave first."
Senior brother, Sister Wuhua once said that the sect's grand plan has begun, so you must be very careful.

The lingering sound faded away, and the chilling light vanished into the horizon.

"The Red Eyebrows have already begun plotting?" Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart heavy.

The Five-Flower True Man, wielding the Crimson Dragon Smoke Furnace, possessed cultivation comparable to the leaders of various sects and was also a descendant of the Crimson Eyebrows. The information he revealed was extremely accurate.

Thinking of the familiar fire energy remaining in Yang Cai'er's magic, he seemed to be deep in thought.

"The path of combining water and fire?"
No wonder the Five-Flower Immortal has been so affectionate; are they about to become Daoist partners?

"Let's first settle the Core Formation Ceremony and establish the Five Extremes lineage before heading to Ice Soul Peak to find my junior sister."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, feeling troubled by Yang Cai'er's injuries.

With further advancements in his spiritual healing skills, he was now only a hair's breadth away from reaching the mid-level of the third rank.

The four basic medical skills of a spiritual healer are observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation. Relying on the subtle perception of Qi through the "Scripture of Life, Death, Prosperity, and Decline," he had a clear understanding of Yang Cai'er's injuries.

He used a secret method to break through to the Core Formation realm, and successfully condensed his core, thus overcoming his inner demons and tribulations.

However, his spirit was injured, and the chill continued to worsen as it eroded him.
The Lotus Qi evolved from the Crimson Lotus is a temporary fix, but it is enough to ensure that the injury does not worsen.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The resounding chimes of bells and tripods echoed throughout Xuan Yang. Amidst the heavy snowfall, the empty mountains were desolate, and the distant cries of cranes echoed through the clouds.

On the Five Extreme Peaks.

Auspicious clouds appeared, and cultivators appeared, some with feather fans and silk turbans, some in black robes wielding swords, and others in tight-fitting clothes, their blood and essence burning hot.
Thirteen!
On thirteen auspicious clouds, there were five pseudo-Dan Masters from the Ancestral Hall lineage, and the remaining eight were all pseudo-Dan Masters who intended to befriend Fang Yi.

"Hey, old ghost Xiang, your ancestral hall lineage has finally got its revenge today."

Above the auspicious clouds, an old woman dressed in hemp clothing, with white hair flowing down her shoulders, held a flower basket and joked.

Xiang Xuanli, wielding a feather fan and wearing a silk turban, exuded the imposing aura of a fake immortal.

He grinned and laughed loudly. "In my lineage, the ancestral master, there was the True Man Hengyi who commanded the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat to suppress our foundation."

Later, Master Fang Yi condensed his true elixir, overwhelming all others of his level; his future was bright, his future was bright.

Standing behind him was Jing Shaohong. Zuo Ziheng, wearing a white jade crown and carrying a magical artifact that seemed to float in the breeze, spoke up.

“Junior Sister Du is skilled in talisman making, and our Ancestral Hall welcomes her.”

"I wonder if you would be interested in joining the Five Peaks lineage of the Ancestral Hall?"

"This..." Du Qingman hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately refuse.

As a quasi-third-tier talisman master, his status among pseudo-core cultivators is among the top tier.

The Core Formation Realm expert from the Xiao family has visited her several times, making solemn promises, and the Ancestral Hall lineage also wants to win her over.

However, participating in the Five Extreme Peaks Elixir Formation Ceremony was already a preconceived notion.

Compared to Xiao Yan, she was more inclined towards Fang Yi.

Zuo Ziheng smiled, not pressing the issue. Inviting a near-third-tier talisman master was not something that could be decided in a short conversation.

His gaze swept over the thirteen pseudo-Dan Masters. The cultivators who could come here to observe must have outstanding skills in alchemy, talisman making, array making, artifact making, beast taming, incense making, and tailoring magic robes.

After a fake elixir cultivator condenses their elixir, their cultivation makes little progress.

Besides collecting spiritual objects and refining their natal magic weapons, the most common practice is to take on disciples to pass on their lineage or to establish a family.

Or perhaps choose to cultivate immortality and study various arts.

The fake elixir has been passed down for sixty years, and the divine sense and magical power have undergone initial transformation. The quasi-third-order inheritance in Xuan Yang Mountain is not lacking.

Some individuals with exceptional talent in the various arts of cultivation can advance their cultivation skills to the quasi-third rank, or even the third rank.
This pseudo-Dan Zhenren's status is only slightly lower than that of a Core Formation Zhen Zhenren within the sect.
Zuo Ziheng had previously spoken with Fang Yi, trying to probe and understand the intentions of the fake Dan Zhenren who participated in the Dharma Assembly, and to win over the cultivators.

Zuo Ziheng and Xiang Xuanli exchanged a glance, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes.

Fang Yi condensed his elixir and, together with Xuan Kong Chi Dan Ling Fu, defeated Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, greatly enhancing the prestige of the Ancestral Hall lineage.

Otherwise, given their positions, they could have easily stood by and done nothing; why would they have gone to such lengths for Fang Yi?

"Junior Sister She, would your embroidery workshop be willing to send cultivators to tailor robes for the Five Extremes Peak lineage?"

"Senior Brother Gu, could you spare some of the Soul-Nourishing Incense used this year? Master Fang has several disciples who wish to use it to temper their souls."

The two continued to talk with the other pseudo-Dan cultivators, and those who reached an agreement invited each other to meet after the Dharma assembly.

For those who waver, persuade them with the benefits and emotions, using concise and effective methods.

Cultivators have limited energy; the more skilled cultivators they have, the smoother Fang Yi's path of cultivation will be.
"Boom~!"

The ceremonial bells echoed through the Xuan Yang, a rainbow bridge descended, necklaces fell, and purple mist filled the air.

Du Qingman, Zuo Ziheng, Xiang Xuanli, and other fake alchemists looked solemn, stopped their conversation, and bowed in unison.

"Please see Master Fang!"

Greetings, fellow disciples.

His clear voice was like a thunderclap. Fang Yi, wearing a blue lotus crown and a gilded Xuan Yang robe, stepped slowly across the rainbow bridge, holding a whisk in his hand.

(End of this chapter)