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

Chapter 733 Victory, the balance of offense and defense shifts!

Looking at the Nine Heavens Battle Platform, Yang Cai'er suddenly chuckled, a look of reminiscence on her face.

"Senior brother, the last time I saw this Nine Heavens Battle Platform was over a hundred years ago, when you participated in the inner sect assessment."
Back then at Ice Soul Peak, I begged Master Han Jing for a long time just to see this grand competition.

She looked curious and whispered, "Is Senior Brother really Xiao Changce's illegitimate son?"

"Forget it, what's the point of whether it is or isn't?"

Yang Cai'er glanced at Li Heng, Qin Yu, and the others who were confronting the cultivators of Tianji Peak beside the altar.

Her cold eyes narrowed slightly, her pearly teeth parted slightly, and she sighed softly.

"The four of us joined Xuanyang Mountain, and more than a hundred years have passed, and things are no longer the same as they were back then."

The pine tree, having not yet established its foundation, passed away peacefully at the end of its lifespan; the Great Achievement, though having forged its foundation, still had little lifespan remaining due to the "adding oil to light the lamp" method.

Senior brother, tell me, on this long path of cultivation, where will we end up?

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and did not say anything more. Yang Cai'er was able to form a true core, which showed that she had a profound Dao heart.

This is merely a case of the soul being eroded by the cold, a reversal of the natural order, and being moved by the scene.
As for Fan Dacheng?
Thinking of the news from Gu Jiushang, Fang Yi murmured to himself.

'His lifespan is not yet over; his great achievement should not be underestimated.'

Watching Fang Yi chatting happily with Yang Cai'er, Wu Hua, Sheng Bo'an, and others, Yan Youtai frowned deeply.

With such skillful maneuvering and ability to connect cultivators from various sects, if Fan Deye were to truly win...

Later, in the Jianyang Secret Realm, Fang Yi had a huge advantage.
He glanced at the hunched-over Changsun Jie, feeling slightly relieved, before turning his gaze to the execution platform.

Zhou Qian's expression turned solemn. He patted his storage bag, and crimson spiritual light flew out, transforming into a tower the size of a millstone.

"disease!"

The tower casts ripples, protecting him completely.

Then, a banner surrounded by black water was raised, and accompanied by a faint pressure, the soul of a ferocious dragon-like creature flew out.

"A top-grade magic weapon refined with a second-tier beast soul?"

Fan Deye frowned slightly, his fingertips changed their hand gestures, and a bronze Bagua disc flew out from his waist.

"Crash!"

The bronze Bagua plate slowly rotated, and dozens of lifelike chains surrounded and attacked the black-scaled dragon.

"Oh!"

"Yan!"

One of the black-scaled serpent's claws was shattered. As the black water surged, a layer of spiritual light rose, and the serpent's claw grew back. Its breathing returned to normal.

A menacing claw, gleaming with black light, shot out and tore through the chains.
A continuous stream of bronze light emanated from the Bagua plate, and in a short while, several more chains shot out.

"Crash!"

"Yan!"

Chains swam in the air, the serpent shook its head and tail, swallowing and spitting out black water, and the blue and black spiritual light collided fiercely.

Fan Deye and Zhou Qian faced off for the first time and were evenly matched.

Purple mist surrounded the altar, concealing the figures of the Core Formation cultivators from being discovered by the remaining cultivators.

Yan Youtai looked up at Fang Yi and spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, Qian'er and Fan Deye are evenly matched."

It's quite boring for junior Qi cultivators to fight each other.

"How about we, as masters, increase the stakes?"

"do not add."

Fang Yi remained calm and composed, glanced at Yan Youtai, and resolutely refused.

Given his current status, the spiritual items he needs can be obtained through exchange within the sect. And for items the sect cannot provide, Yan Youtai is unwilling to relinquish them.

Yan Youtai's heart sank. Fang Yi had changed his ways this time, after many gambling battles with others.

"Junior Brother Fang, won't you listen to what I, Yan, offer?"

"Heh, Senior Brother Yan has inherited the Daoist lineage of Tianji Peak. He has a bright future and a wealthy fortune."

Fang Yi chuckled softly, his eyes silently sweeping over Changsun Jie; one flaw was enough.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile.

"I need a fourth-tier spiritual item, a sect-protecting magic weapon, and the inheritance of a medical master. Could Senior Brother Yan provide these?"
Senior Brother Yan, don't waste your energy.

Regardless of whether Deye wins or loses, I will not relinquish the opportunity in the Jianyang Secret Realm.

"Hmph! Junior brother, you're quite the show-off."

When Yan Youtai's scheme failed, he subtly moved his fingertips, and a concentric communication pendant in his sleeve vibrated with varying rhythms.

'Qian'er, finish this quickly!'

On the Jiuxiao fighting stage.

The Black Dragon Flag and the Bronze Bagua Plate, two top-grade magical artifacts, were intertwined.

Although Zhou Qian's cultivation was superior, Fan Deye was agile and, with the help of a variety of talismans in his hand, he did not fall behind in a short period of time.

"Fan Deye, you defeated opponent, you've made considerable progress in just one year."
But that's the end of it.

"Edict!"

An ancient scroll was summoned, its starlight shimmering, and it materialized into the illusory figure of a handsome cultivator in a tall scholar's robe and a wooden crown.

"Little Star Finger!"

Zhou Qian raised his five fingers, and the handsome cultivator behind him, dressed in a tall hat and Confucian robes, with starlight shining from his fingertips, crushed down towards Fan Deye.

"Junior Brother Fang, what do you think of my disciple?" Yan Youtai asked with a smile, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Disc spinning behind him.

The vast and profound energy, like a worm clinging to a bone, bound Fang Yi with countless threads, preventing him from making a move.

"If Junior Brother Fang agrees to Yan's request, your disciple may escape with his life."
Otherwise, in a battle of magic on the altar, there are no eyes and ears, and even if this junior disciple Deye manages to save his life, his future path in the Dao will be cut off.

I've heard that Fan Deye's father and his junior brother Fang have a deep friendship.

It's such a pity that this only promising disciple's path has been ruined like this.

"Cai'er, don't rush." ​​Fang Yi's lips moved, stopping Yang Cai'er from making a move.

His eyes were clear and serene, reflecting Yan Youtai's figure.

The White Bone Sect is no ordinary small sect; its lineage spans many years and is not much inferior to that of Xuan Yang Mountain.

The sect not only has a sect leader in charge, but also its treasured Yin Soul White Bone Sword and the White Bone Demon God refined over generations, all of which are formidable opponents.

Even Tianque and Chimeizi would not want to make enemies unnecessarily.

Fang Yi needs an excellent reason to take action against the White Bone Sect.

Yan Youtai, the successor of the Tianji Peak lineage, is a ready-made opportunity, but this requires a cultivator to gain Yan Youtai's trust.
On the Nine Heavens Platform.

The phantom of a cultivator in a tall hat and scholar's robe unleashed a small star finger strike, and a vast pressure descended.

"disease!"

With several talismans in his hand activated, Fan Deye transformed into four afterimages, shooting out in all directions.

"boom!"

The Nine Heavens Battle Platform trembled slightly, a gale howled, and ripples spread across the magical barriers.

"Du Qingman gave all of these Flowing Light and Shadow Dividing Talismans to her junior brother?" Yan Youtai's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Yi chuckled. "I must thank Senior Brother Yan for his assistance."

"Humph!"

Yan Youtai raised an eyebrow, a hint of regret creeping into his heart. If he had gone all out in the battle at Xuan Kong Chi Dan Spiritual Mansion, he would have been better.

While a resounding victory is not the goal, maintaining an undefeated record is relatively straightforward.

The two are evenly matched. Du Qingman, a top-tier pseudo-alchemy and talisman master with a small reputation in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, would not easily submit to the Five Extremes Peak.

In a short period of time, Fang Yi has already secured three Pseudo-Core Formation experts at the Five Extremes Peak.

If Zhou Qian fails to win today, even if he inherits the Tianji Peak lineage and wields the Zhou Tian Bagua Diagram in the future, Fang Yi will still be too powerful to control.

The love charm in his sleeve vibrated, its intricate patterns emanating from it. A fierce glint appeared in Yan Youtai's eyes, revealing a murderous intent.

Within the Qi Sea, the cyan-gray True Core spun, and a natal core essence was poised to be unleashed.

'Qian'er, spare Fan Deye's life to establish your authority and completely halt Fang Yi's upward momentum.'

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly.

Within his soul, the black and white light of the Three Lives Stone flowed gently, and the Corpse God Child, with his withered hair, descended with divine consciousness.

After five years of nurturing, the Three Lives Stone has fully recovered.

Fang Yi glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw that the divine sense of a Great True Person was in harmony with the [Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity].

In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, no cultivator could conceal their whereabouts from him.

You Xishan is not suitable.
A child born in the year is unacceptable.
Even Chi Meizi won't do!
He murmured to himself, 'What should have come, and what shouldn't have come, has all arrived.'

'Qian'er, spare Fan Deye's life to establish your authority and completely halt Fang Yi's upward momentum.'

Feeling the decree transmitted through the telepathic pendant, Zhou Qian looked at the ancient diagram with a slight pang of heartache, then his expression turned solemn.

"Edict!"

The ancient map, shrouded in starlight, instantly burst into flames, its starlight dazzling.

The phantom of the tall-crowned cultivator's robes fluttered in the wind, his aura surging continuously.

In an instant, the handsome cultivator's illusory figure solidified completely.

His long, black hair, bound by a tall crown, flew wildly; the pine and cypress patterns on his Confucian robes and the gentleman's pendant at his waist were all clearly visible. "Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"This is the method of burning firearms from the secret book of the Zhou family of Luoshan, the Xuanxing Sky Book."

What a grand gesture!

Fan Deye's heart was heavy, and his face showed a fierce expression as he continuously cast spells with his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

A Dharma wheel, imbued with the aura of swords and weapons, spun with a gilded glow.

"Destroying a top-grade magic artifact in exchange for your life, Junior Brother Fan, you should be content."

Zhou Qian's eyes were icy cold, and he acted swiftly and decisively, casting out the last talisman in his hand.

"Heavenly Secret Intercepting Fate Technique!"

kill! "

"boom!"

The Confucian cultivator with the tall crown and talisman moved with measured grace, his five fingers striking down with a seemingly slow but actually rapid force, like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly locking down all directions with his aura.

As he watched the five fingers approaching, shimmering with starlight, Fan Deye felt a chill run down his spine, his heart pounding.

This is a life-or-death crisis!

Once hit, there is absolutely no chance of survival!
"You want my life?"
dream!!"

"Geng metal tempers destiny, and the law brings an end to war!"

"Edict!"

The bronze Bagua plate, which had been bound by Taoist magic, cracked open, and its original essence flowed out like a rushing river, pouring down its back.

The gilded light, permeated with the aura of war, swirled, solidified in an instant, and shone brightly.

"fall!"

"boom!"

Two beams of light, one golden and one azure, shot into the sky, accompanied by howling winds and a surge of spiritual energy.

The magical restrictions on the dueling platform rippled, showing signs of cracking.

Only when two beams of azure light appeared did the magical restriction finally stabilize.

"Fan Deye is also a Qi Refining cultivator, yet he unleashed the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

On the viewing platform next to the altar, He Fuyu, holding a ceremonial flag and dressed in a Confucian robe, had a glint of brilliance in his eyes.

It seemed as if they wanted to see, through the misty purple aura, the true Core Formation cultivator who could withstand the overwhelming power.

He murmured enviously, "If only I were a disciple of Master Fang."

"Junior Brother Fang is quite willing to sacrifice himself, detonating a top-grade magic artifact. Was this something he had planned in advance?"

Yan Youtai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his aura surged again, not only locking onto Fang Yi but also extending towards Yang Cai'er.

The Five-Flower Immortal frowned slightly, and a burst of crimson true fire ignited at his fingertips, burning away the wisps of energy.

"Junior Brother Yan, do you not trust me?"

Yan Youtai felt a chill in his heart. If Fang Yi's crucial step was not stopped, the balance of power would shift from offense to defense.

He trusts no one!

"Didn't Senior Brother Yan also prepare for this?" Fang Yi asked calmly and leisurely.

He even had time to brew spiritual tea on the cloud bed and jade table.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators were locked in a life-or-death struggle on the Dharma platform, each restraining the other.

"You, my defeated foe, have escaped unscathed."

Zhou Qian's face turned slightly pale. Detonating a top-grade magic artifact would still cause considerable damage, even if he was prepared.

But it was worth it.

He also possessed a black dragon flag, a top-grade magical artifact, which surpassed Fan Deye's cultivation and magical power.

Having lost his top-grade magic weapon, how can he possibly fight him now!
"die!"

"Crash!"

The Black Dragon Banner moved without wind, and surging black water flowed out, with the ferocious black-scaled dragon's soul extending a claw.

"Buzz!"

Fan Deye's gaze narrowed slightly, and he patted the spirit pet pouch at his waist.

"hiss!"

A flash of crimson light, and a three-foot-long skink with thick scales flew out.

"Little Stone, it's up to you now."

"Hiss!" Shi Longzi flicked his tongue, and a scarlet mark appeared between his eyebrows, his fierce and savage aura soaring into the sky.

"Roar!"

The skink's body instantly swelled to over ten feet long, covered in scales that gleamed with a coppery metallic sheen!
"Tracing back to the bloodline of the Demon King, stepping into the first-tier superior-grade demon beast?"

Watching Shi Longzi's aura continue to grow and advance towards the peak of the first rank, Zhou Qian felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

'Master is right. The descendants of the Demon King can run rampant in the Qi Refining stage by burning their blood essence.'

Unfortunately, Master was shrewd and had already made preparations.

A black iron flail fell from his sleeve, emanating a menacing aura.

"If Fan Deye succeeds, I am indeed no match for him."
"Destiny is in my hands!"

"disease!"

Blood essence burned at his fingertips, and seven layers of malevolent energy surrounded the dark flail.

Zhou Qian's fingertips moved in various hand seals, unleashing a series of ancient and simple magic handprints.

"Dragon-Slaying Shackles!"

fall!"

"Roar!"

A dark, spiritual light descended, and a mournful roar came from the stone skink's mouth as the Dragon-Slaying Shackles struck.

Shi Longzi's rising cultivation was interrupted in an instant, his energy became weak and sluggish, and he returned to his original size of three feet.

"Fan Deye, although you have made a lot of progress, Fang Yi is no match for Master Yan."

I won this time!

Zhou Qian's face was slightly pale as he waved the Black Water Banner in his hand, amidst surging black water and dancing dragons and snakes.

"Yan!"

The sharp dragon claws reached out to capture Fan Deye, who had lost his top-grade magic weapon and was no longer able to fight.

"Junior Brother Fang, what are you trying to do!"

Yan smiled, seeing that Zhou Qian had the upper hand.

He pushed up his crown, and silver spiritual light flowed as the Heavenly Mystery Domain unfolded, taking Fang Yi, Wu Hua, and Yang Cai'er into its grasp.

Fang Yi suddenly smiled, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Senior Brother Yan, you're still the same as always, saving me a lot of trouble."

Azure spiritual light flowed, and mysterious fungus, precious ginseng, ancient trees and rare flowers appeared. Various strange phenomena flowed, and the Azure Wood Domain and the Heavenly Mystery Domain were entangled in an instant.

"not good!"

Yan Youtai sensed something was wrong, but he was already trapped.

On the altar.

Fan Deye ran his five fingers through his hair bun, and seven green coins fell into his palm.

"Just as Master predicted."

"Just a mere high-grade magic weapon?" Zhou Qian frowned slightly, waving the black dragon flag in his hand and continuously pouring magic power into it.

This black dragon flag, infused with a second-tier dragon soul, is a top-grade magic weapon; even Qi Refining cultivators cannot unleash its full power.

It is not something that can be subdued by a single high-quality copper coin ritual implement.

Seven green coins swirl in Fan Deye's palm, gleaming with a faint light.

“Junior Brother Zhou Qian, our Master once taught me that external things can be used but not relied upon.”
"Your Black Dragon Banner is powerful, but how much of its power can it actually unleash?"

The "Gengjin Sharpening Destiny Book" circulated, and seven Qingfu coins formed the Seven Stars position. A golden light flashed and disappeared, and Fan Deye vanished from Zhou Qian's consciousness.

"How can it be?!"

Zhou Qian's expression changed drastically, his divine sense surged wildly, but he did not notice a figure behind him, holding a green coin, slowly emerging.

"later!"

Outside the dueling platform, Yan Youtai's expression changed, and he suddenly spoke.

"Buzz!"

The Azure Lotus Banner fluttered, and the Azure Mist swirled, completely isolating the Nine Heavens Battle Platform.

Fang Yi smiled.

"Senior Brother Yan, it's best not to interfere in a battle between juniors."

(End of this chapter)