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

Chapter 722 Spreading Blood Magic and Changing Family Customs
boom!
Auspicious clouds drifted down, golden flowers hung down, and jeweled necklaces adorned the sky as a magnificent and majestic gilded altar descended from the heavens.

The Xuan Yang Transmission Platform, with its six-character spiritual text radiating brilliant light.

Fang Yi stepped onto the altar, and auspicious clouds arose. He sat down cross-legged, his figure shrouded in mist, like a dragon whose head and tail could not be seen.

Auras of various colors—blue, white, purple, black, and turquoise—descended down, and cultivators took their seats on either side.

"As fellow Core Formation True Persons, Master Fang's Dharma Assembly is far superior to Xiao Yan's." Zuo Ziheng murmured to himself, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the twelve False Core Formation True Persons.

Xiang Xuanli nodded slightly. "Heh, Xiao Yan has suffered defeat after defeat; how can he compare to Master Fang of my lineage?"
"Wait for the auspicious time, then observe the pulse to see if the true person is offering a congratulatory gift; that is of utmost importance."

"Buzz!"

Chunyang Peak, Ancestral Hall.

Beneath the three jade statues, the bronze lotus lamp flickered with soul fire, and wisps of smoke rose from the beast-head incense burner.

Zhang Heng opened his closed eyes and looked at the Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him, who had a square face, was burly and strong, wore the Earth Armor, and held the Mountain-Suppressing Hammer in his palm.

"At Mount Dai, Master Fang is refining the True Elixir and is holding a Core Formation Ceremony. You should come with me to pay your respects."

"Since you are both True Immortals of the Ancestral Hall, True Immortal Fang is proficient in the art of spiritual healing. You will need his guidance in the future, so please do not neglect him."

"Yes!"

Huang Daiyue casually tucked the mountain-suppressing hammer into his belt and bowed respectfully.

A glint of light appeared at Zhang Heng's fingertip, ancient vines rose, lotus flowers bloomed, and it transformed into a green tide.

"go!"

His robes fluttered as he stepped out.

The soles of his boots were supported by a blue lotus, and Huang Daiyue stood behind him, holding a spirit-sealing jade box, solemn and dignified.

Under the bright sun, a ray of starlight shot into the sky, obscuring the sun and transforming into a bright moon.

The dark Star-Picking Tower, its magical restrictions lifted, slowly opened its heavy doors.

Tian Quezi, with his full head of dry hair, leaning on a wooden crutch, his eyes cloudy, and his steps unsteady, also emerged from Tianji Peak.

"How could this be?"

Beneath an ancient locust tree on Tianji Peak, dappled sunlight cast shadows, and Yan Youtai's face turned grim.

The alchemy ceremony is traditionally attended by members of the same lineage, with at most one or two close friends offering their congratulations in advance.

Why is Tianquezi like this?
Yan Youtai frowned and fell into deep thought.

The incense burner, the Everlasting Bright Hall, and the high-hanging water mirror reflect the scenery of the Five Peaks.

Tian Quezi's appearance at Fang Yi's Core Formation Ceremony made Xiao Yan's already awkward expression even more gloomy.

"Could it be that Master's thoughts have changed, and he intends to have Fang Yi refine the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch?"

He gripped the precious Bodhi branch in his hand tightly, the veins in his hand throbbing like earthworms.

No way!
This must not be allowed!

Xiao Yan's expression turned fierce, and blood essence appeared on his fingertips. He had originally planned to advance his treasures and cultivation at the same time, but now...
"The Blood-Red Bodhi Branch is my treasure, my destiny, and no one can take it away from me!"

He tilted his head back and swallowed several pills. After refining them with his magic power, they did not turn into cultivation, but instead replenished his vital energy.

"puff!"

A mouthful of essence blood, accompanied by wisps of medicinal fragrance, gushed out, mingling with the essence, and a scarlet spiritual light emanated from the Bodhi branch.

Runes evolved, transforming into magical restrictions. Under the connection of these restrictions, a faint, precious light emanated.

Five peaks, with flying pavilions and flowing red lacquer, waterfalls cascading down three thousand feet, ancient trees standing tall and secluded, and babbling springs flowing gently.

On the solemn and majestic gilded altar, Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his whisk swaying as he gazed at the two imposing auras.

'Is Tianquezi here?'

He murmured softly, not getting up, and only spoke after the two beams of light descended.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Tianque. I am Martial Uncle Hengyi."

"Hmm." Tian Quezi responded, and flicked a jade box out of his sleeve.

"This gift is to congratulate Junior Brother Fang on condensing his true elixir and embarking on a vast path of cultivation."

Before Fang Yi could respond, Tian Quezi casually sat on the cloud bed, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

To him, Fang Yi, though possessing profound fortune surpassing Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, was ultimately just a second-level Core Formation cultivator.

Even if one is expected to break through to the Great True Person realm in the future, so what?

In terms of foundational knowledge and background, even Huang Guangsheng, the great master of the Zushitang lineage, is far inferior to him.

Fang Yi?
Zhang Heng frowned slightly, then a smile appeared on his face. The fact that the Grand Master had come to offer his congratulations was already beyond expectations and would greatly enhance Fang Yi's prestige. He couldn't ask for anything more.

Even with the Great Void Shaking Cloud Boat in his hand, he would not make a fool of himself in front of Tian Quezi.

"Daiyue, come and greet your senior brother Fang."

Huang Daiyue, a burly man clad in brown armor, strode forward, holding a jade box in his hands, and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Fang. This is a gift from Master to you to celebrate the Alchemy Gathering."

"Thank you, Uncle Hengyi." Fang Yi accepted the jade box, his divine sense carefully scanning Huang Daiyue, lost in thought.

Its vital energy is powerful and unyielding, like a mountain, establishing a foundation for the highest level of Dao.
He is a descendant of Huang Guangsheng and the most core disciple of the next generation of the Ancestral Hall lineage.

"Junior Brother Daiyue, if you need me, you can come to Five Extremes Peak to heal your hidden injuries and replenish your essence, qi, and spirit."

"Why don't you thank your senior brother Fang?" Zhang Heng said, sitting cross-legged.

"Daiyue, you fool, don't provoke people to anger."

Your senior brother Fang has not only condensed the True Pill of Wood Dao, but has also entered the third level of the Spiritual Healing Dao.

This is the foremost healer in the Great Cloud Spiritual Healing Path. Even a casual revelation of his benefits could be a tremendous opportunity for you.”

Fang Yi had a smile on his face.

“Uncle-Master Hengyi, Daiyue is of the Ancestral Master’s bloodline and is also your disciple. How could I, Fang, possibly be angry?”

Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly and said helplessly.

"If Daiyue had even a fraction of what my junior apprentice had back then, I wouldn't be having such a headache."

"clang!"

The bell hanging on the altar rang out with a golden sound, and Fang Yi's expression turned solemn, ending their conversation.

"Having condensed the true elixir and attained a lifespan of five hundred years, I hereby convene this Dharma assembly to expound upon my attainments in cultivation."

The powerful words resounded in all directions, whether on the Dharma platform or among the cultivators sitting on cloud beds.

Or perhaps it was the Foundation Establishment cultivators and Qi Refining cultivators on the Five Extremes Peak who were not qualified to go on stage and could only listen from the sidelines, all of whom felt their souls tremble.

"I wonder if Master Fang's alchemy ceremony will discuss supernatural powers, secret techniques, or various prohibitions?"

On the jade steps of Five Extremes Peak, two cultivators sat on the ground.

A young boy with a youthful face, dressed in a scholar's robe, looked helpless.

"Sister, during Master Xiao Yan's Core Formation Ceremony, five Qi Refining Techniques were transmitted, corresponding to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."

Even if Master Fang is magnanimous, he can't be more than this?

Why did you summon me here? It's a waste of time.

Instead of wasting time, why not earn spirit stones and refine the Huai Bamboo Magic Restriction bestowed by True Immortal Xiao to create another protective magic artifact?

The female cultivator, dressed in a robe embroidered with a hundred flowers, raised her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly and spoke. "Brother Yu, although Master Xiao's magical restrictions are strong, they consume a great deal of energy."

If Fang Yi Zhenren could defeat Xiao Zhenren, then in matters of preaching the Dao, he must be superior to Xiao Zhenren.

We come from a poor background, are destitute and have fallen out with our clan; we absolutely cannot miss this opportunity.

"My dear sister, things aren't calculated that way."

Dressed in a scholar's robe, the young He Fuyu looked at his innocent older sister, subconsciously lowered his voice, cast a soundproof spell, and his eyes darted around, revealing a cunning look.

"Master Xiao Yan was defeated by Master Fang Yi and lost face. Therefore, he will bleed heavily at the Core Formation Ceremony to boost his prestige."

Master Fang had the upper hand, defeating two Core Formation cultivators one after the other, truly a time of great pride and glory.

There's no need for such embellishment.

"Ah?" He Yuying's face lit up, but her expression showed heartache.

"To secure a spot on the Jade Steps, we spent a full twenty low-grade spirit stones, pulling strings with the Changsun family."

"How many?
Twenty low-grade spirit stones?! He Fuyu's lips twitched slightly, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

"I said the number of water-caught grey-feathered chickens in the cage was one short. Did you sell them, sister?"

Looking at her pretty older sister, whose face was slightly flushed and who was cowering in fear.
Their parents died early in the mouths of demonic beasts. From a young age, He Yuying would save spirit rice from between her teeth and not eat a single bite of spirit bird, but would give it all to him.
He Fuyu's expression softened; he couldn't bear to scold him, and he spoke softly.

“Sister, if something like this happens again, you can consult me. Two heads are better than one, and we can make decisions together.”
"Both of us are mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators; we can't afford to waste these spirit stones easily."

"Mmm," He Yuying responded softly. "It was all my brother's word."

On the altar.

Fang Yi had a face like jade, eyes as black as lacquer, and teeth slightly parted.

"Today, I have condensed the true elixir and convened this Dharma assembly to expound the path of cultivation."

"Master Fang, don't be anxious!"

A blue light streaked across the sky, then dissipated, transforming into Xiao Yan, a tall and imposing figure clad in a black robe.

"Junior Brother Xiao, I am holding my Core Formation Ceremony today, I have no time to waste with you."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Xiao Yan's eyes were sharp, and he did not back down an inch.

He was well aware that such behavior showed no class whatsoever, behaving like a rogue or scoundrel.

However, Tian Quezi's participation in the Core Formation Ceremony involves his biggest trump card, and he absolutely cannot allow Fang Yi to steal the spotlight again and increase his importance in Tian Quezi's heart.

“Master Fang, the Golden Core Formation Ceremony is a bit boring because it only talks about Taoist methods.”

How about we make a bet?

Zhang Heng's brows furrowed slightly, and a touch of green light appeared at his fingertips, swirling with lightning like a silent thunderclap.

"I don't know what to do!"

"Oh?"

Tian Quezi suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible aura dissipated, extinguishing the blue thunder.

He asked with amusement, "Xiao Yan, what are you going to bet on?"

Xiao Yan patted his storage bag, and a ginseng plant surrounded by spiritual light appeared, resembling a human-shaped ginseng, its roots wrapped in spiritual soil, emitting a fragrant aroma.

"I have some good fortune. How about we gamble with this low-grade, third-tier Purple-Gold Blood-Nourishing Ginseng?"

Fang Yi smiled faintly, but he wasn't angry.

"Junior Brother Xiao has made considerable progress. He can't compare to me in magical combat, so now he's switched to a literary contest?"

"What does Junior Brother wish to gamble on?"

Xiao Yan's face darkened; in full view of everyone, his sore spot had been touched.

His eyes flashed coldly as he gripped the Azure Bodhi Branch in his sleeve, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"It just so happens that Mr. Xiao also held a Core Formation Ceremony."

According to the tradition of Xuan Yang, after the Dharma assembly, we will preach the path of cultivation to benefit future generations.
"I've just heard that Sect Leader Fang has a beast egg. How about we use that as the stake?"

Xiao Yan's gaze was sharp and menacing, locking onto Fang Yi.

"Surely Sect Leader Fang wouldn't be afraid?"

"Just as Master Xiao Yan intended." Fang Yi chuckled, patted his spirit pet pouch, and a perfectly round beast egg, enveloped in vitality, floated above the altar.

"But this thing?"

“This is it!” Xiao Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, rolled over on the cloud bed, closed his eyes again, and locked his qi.

Fang Yi swept his whisk across his palm, and a ray of spiritual light shot out, flowing with azure energy, and a vast phantom rose from the ground.

"The principle I will preach today is singular: the contest of magic!"

"A battle of magic?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly. Everyone is different, and the talent for magic battle varies from person to person.

With nearly a thousand cultivators listening to the teachings, Fang Yi could not possibly instruct them all individually.

In terms of mere physical combat, how can it compare to the immense sacrifice he made to exchange for the inheritance from the sect's scripture pavilion, passing down the method of refining magical artifacts?

"Fighting?"

Throughout the Five Extremes Peak, countless cultivators wore strange expressions. On the green steps, He Fuyu sighed inwardly, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope.

These twenty spirit stones are a complete waste.

'The loss of the spirit stones is a done deal; we can't let my sister feel guilty any further.'

His expression was slightly solemn, he was focused, his hands were clenched into fists, and excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Sister, it's actually a battle of magic. These twenty spirit stones might not be a loss."

He Yuying looked suspicious; she was just confused because she was worried.

She was only seven years old when her parents died, yet she managed to protect her parents' inheritance while leading her younger brother amidst a pack of wolves, proving she was no fool.

"Brother, don't lie to me."

"boom!"

Streaks of azure light descended from the gilded altar, spreading across the Five Extreme Peaks, transforming into ink marks that swirled like dragons and snakes.

He Fuyu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Sister, how could I deceive you?"
The teachings of a True Immortal who has reached the Core Formation stage are far more profound than twenty spirit stones.

What I just said was simply because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to digest it, after all, it was the method of refining magical artifacts passed down by Master Xiao.

Even refining just one item would exhaust our accumulated resources over twenty years.

He Yuying frowned slightly, her heart filled with doubt. He Fuyu's words, whether to reassure her or because they were true, meant that the loss of twenty spirit stones was not a loss.

She didn't want to delve into it further.

'Senior Sister Nie from the Embroidery Pavilion invited me to work with silkworms. The silkworm poison gnaws at my blood, causing immense pain.'

He Yuying recalled the pain of the silkworms at Jinxiulou half a year ago, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

Jinxiulou has a miraculous medicine to counteract silkworm poisoning, but the pain during silkworm rearing is excruciating and unavoidable.

Having gone once, even with the generous rewards, she and her friends were unwilling to go again.

But now.
'My brother's cultivation has reached a critical stage. Whether it's refining magical artifacts or consuming elixirs, the amount of spirit stones required is enormous.'
I promised my mother I would take good care of my younger brother.

He Yuying twisted her hands, which were covered in wounds, and silently encouraged herself, gritting her teeth as she thought.

'If we go another year, we can make up for the twenty spirit stones lost this time, and we'll still have some left over to refine magic artifacts for my younger brother.'
Big deal.
Big deal.
He obeyed Steward Deng.

On the gilded altar.

Fang Yi's powerful voice rang out.

"When cultivators engage in combat, there are three possible outcomes: victory, defeat, or a draw."
"The crafting of magical artifacts is difficult, and the cost of talismans is considerable. Today, I will impart three secret techniques to you."

"Buzz!"

With a light tap of his fingertips, Fang Yi used the azure spiritual light that permeated the Five Extreme Peaks as ink and his divine sense as a brush to wield the brush and splash ink.

In an instant, a secret method was revealed.

[Minor Blood Escape Technique]

"Before thinking of victory, worry about defeat. This Lesser Blood Escape Technique has been improved by me, and the losses have been greatly reduced."

You can condense blood beads during your free time in daily cultivation, when you are refining your qi and blood.

In times of crisis, one can burn the Blood Beads to reduce the Blood Escape Technique by 30%.

"Minor Blood Escape Technique?" Zhang Heng's gaze swept over the secret technique, his expression strange, and he muttered to himself.

"It's normal that the path of a spiritual healer isn't suited for combat."

The disciples standing behind Fang Yi—Li Heng, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and others—exchanged glances, feeling their faces burning and turning red.

A dignified Core Formation True Person, the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, does not discuss the path of cultivation during the Core Formation Ceremony.
How dare he instruct his disciples to escape in full view of everyone?
That's so shameless.
"Oh?"

With his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep, Tian Quezi opened a slit in his eye.

'Minor Blood Escape Technique?'

Fang Yi remained calm, ignoring the strange looks from the other cultivators.

To be alive is everything!
This Lesser Blood Escape Technique, improved upon in his previous life, is a top-tier secret technique.

Not only was the loss reduced by 30%, but the escape speed also far exceeded that of Tongji University.

This can be considered the number one secret method for preserving one's life during overseas training.
If he were to be appointed as the leader of Xuan Yang Sect, which would mean an impending war with Biyue Pavilion, he would be unwilling to reveal such a secret technique.

"disease!"

Fang Yi flicked his whisk, dispersing the [Minor Blood Escape Technique], which, carrying a trace of true meaning, fell into the souls of the cultivators listening to the Dao.

"With this sincere assistance, if you are willing, you can master the Lesser Blood Escape Technique within ten days."

On the green steps, He Fuyu sensed a trace of Daoist charm within his soul, and his expression trembled slightly.

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'What my elder sister did was not a waste of twenty spirit stones.'

His expression hardened slightly, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at the handsome sect leader on the altar, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

There are three secret methods, but what are the other two?
"Minor Blood Escape Technique?"

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering in his heart. Although this method was somewhat mysterious, its value was at most comparable to the five magical restrictions he had passed down.

He felt a slight sense of relief, his gaze falling on the beast egg, a hint of covetousness in his eyes.

The beast egg that Fang Yi went to such lengths to seize must have profound potential and could potentially become a third-tier demon king.

"Ah"

Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, flicked his sleeve, and the azure light gathered, transforming into two secret techniques.

[Burning Blood God-Slaying Technique]

[Simple Remedy for Qi Boosting]

"These two secret techniques, the [Burning Blood God-Slaying Technique], are used against opponents of equal strength."

By burning one's essence and blood, regardless of the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, or magical artifacts, the Blood Burning God-Slaying Technique can enhance the power of the soul.

This elevates the power of spells and magical artifacts by one rank.

"As for the [Minor Replenishing Qi Formula], it is a secret method of universal spiritual medicine."

Refining with first-tier Qi-replenishing elixirs results in a first-tier secret technique; refining with second-tier Qi-replenishing elixirs results in a second-tier secret technique.
This method can be cultivated up to the quasi-third level, and is used to replenish the losses from your previous two secret techniques.”

The words fell.

With a flick of his sleeve, Fang Yi sent two secret techniques scattering into the cultivator's soul once more.

He was not worried about the secret method being leaked. Without his true intention and blessing, it would take at least several years of hard work to practice this secret method.

Such a period of time is enough for cultivators who come to listen to the teachings to gain a sufficient first-mover advantage.

"Two universal bloodline secret techniques,"
A universal, near-third-tier medical technique?

Even the seemingly illusory True Man who was observing was moved; his consciousness flowed, and his comprehension still came from the Daoist rhyme falling into his soul.

Zhang Heng's expression was strange as he carefully scanned Fang Yi.

“Nephew Fang Yi, if you hadn’t cultivated in Xuan Yang Mountain since childhood, you wouldn’t have these two blood-path secret techniques.”

"I'm starting to suspect you're from the Demonic Path's White Bone Sect."

"made money!"

"Big money!"

On the green steps, He Fuyu, whose face was still quite youthful, had a flushed expression.

He felt the Dharma essence within his soul and exclaimed excitedly.

"Sister is amazing!"
"Those twenty spirit stones are a huge profit!"

He Yuying's expression grew increasingly suspicious as she looked He Fuyu up and down, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Brother, don't try to fool me."

He Fuyu slightly suppressed the excitement in his eyes. As a low-level cultivator of Xuan Yang, he was only aware of the wonders of these three secret techniques.

"Sister, the magic restriction passed down by Master Xiao requires the collection of spiritual objects for refinement, and even when successful, it is not the top among magic artifacts of the same level."

I want to refine it to save the expense of finding a weapon refiner.

The three secret techniques passed down by Master Fang are: escape, fighting for one's life, and healing.

The most wondrous aspect lies in its minimal cost, the absence of specific spiritual objects, and the presence of genuine spiritual blessing. At most, I can master it within ten days.

Seeing that He Yuying's expression remained suspicious, He Fuyu raised his five fingers and said solemnly.

"If I deceive my elder sister, may I be struck by lightning."

"Well"

He Yuying angrily interrupted He Fuyu's vow by covering his mouth with her scarred hand.

"I believe you, sister!"
Brother, don't make any vows; it's never good for you.

He Fuyu smiled憨厚ly, looking at his scarred hands, a look of heartache flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for supporting his cultivation, with her beauty, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to join a cultivation family; why would she tame spirit birds and produce spirit brocade?
Her cultivation progressed slowly, and her delicate hands, no longer fair and tender, were covered with scars.
"【Minor Remedy for Qi Boosting】?"
[Burning Blood God-Slaying Technique]?
[Minor Blood Escape Technique]?
"The rotten bones of the White Bone Sect do not possess such exquisite blood escape techniques."

Tian Quezi's half-closed eyes opened completely, the turbid gaze dissipated, and his eyes regained their clarity.

'The legacy of Aoki-no-miya?'

His withered fingers shifted, and the Daoist rhythm flowed as he calculated the effects of these three secret techniques on the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain.

A few moments.

A flash of joy crossed Tian Quezi's eyes. The aura of Xuan Yang Mountain had subtly stabilized by three-tenths.

'Hmm, as the three secret techniques spread, the fierce and combative tradition of Xuan Yang Mountain will undergo a subtle change.'
However, if the cultivator survives, their chances of survival are high, potentially increasing their strength by 30%.
Changes in family traditions are a minor matter.

His expression turned solemn, and the starlight at his fingertips intertwined, transforming into a boundless and restrictive force.

"You must not resist; use this restriction to seal off the forbidden laws."
"From now on, all disciples of Xuan Yang who practice this method must have a restriction placed on them to ensure that the essence of Xuan Yang is not leaked."

"Yan'er, you handed the Purple Gold Blood-Nourishing Ginseng to Junior Brother Fang; you've lost this time."

Xiao Yan's face was gloomy as he muttered to himself.

“Master, I have passed down five magical restrictions, corresponding to the five elements and yin and yang, which can be used to refine high-grade magical artifacts.”

Furthermore, the sect's scripture pavilion contains the inheritance of forbidden techniques, which can be refined into top-grade magical artifacts, and even used to overcome tribulations and create magical treasures.
How did I lose?

Fang Yi looked at Xiao Yan, whose face was ashen, with a half-smile.

“Junior Brother Xiao, if you don’t believe me, we can each choose a cultivator.”
However, for Fang to act in this way, it requires…

"What do you want?" Xiao Yan asked.

"I want to raise the price!" Fang Yi glanced at Xiao Yan's bulging storage bag; this was a real swindler.

"One third-tier spiritual herb isn't enough, let's add another one!"

"Raise the price?!" Xiao Yan's expression hardened slightly, and he said without hesitation.

"it is good!

Two third-tier spiritual herbs, just two third-tier spiritual herbs!

"You and I will each choose a cultivator from our sect, and the outcome will be determined by their words."

Upon seeing this, Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

The two fighting each other actually suited his plan.

"As Master Xiao Yan said." Fang Yi smiled. The fat sheep was in the trap. If he didn't take advantage of it, he would be doing a disservice to his two lifetimes of cultivation.

He was all smiles and gentle, his demeanor as warm and refined as jade. "Master Xiao, please go first!"

(End of this chapter)