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

Chapter 746 Scouting and Testing the Waters, Heavily Guarded, Hiding an Opportunity (Bonus Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Thick city walls are covered with laws and prohibitions. In the outer city, where every inch of land is precious, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard among the rows of buildings.

The shimmering lotus pond gradually fell silent, transforming into a deep blue mirror that reflected the scene of Ye Ling and Fang Yi trading outside the city walls.

Even with deliberate concealment, the embroidered pouch that fell into Ye Ling's sleeve could not be hidden from the female cultivator.

"Ye Ling has good judgment; besides his skills in bed, he has other abilities as well."

A clear, melodious voice rang out, and Yan Xiuyi showed admiration on her face.

The Azure Sky Cliff has been managed by the Azure Water Pavilion for generations; how could it be that only two ordinary cultivators guard the gate and engage in extortion?

"A mid-grade magic artifact, the Wooden Spirit Coffin, and a high-grade magic robe, the Pine Pattern Magic Robe."

Li Wujiu's expression of heartache was genuine, and there was no contempt in his eyes.

They were not cultivators from sects such as the White Bone Sect, Xuan Yang Mountain, or He Huan Sect.
Grandmother is right. Even though Senior Sister Miaoyun and Senior Sister Yunhui have formed their Golden Cores, we still need to be careful of other sects.

With a flick of her fingers, her Foundation Establishment Level 8 cultivation vanished in an instant.

With such cultivation, and further enhanced by the third-tier [Wind Whisper Array] of the ancient city, even a pseudo-core cultivator would be capable of putting up a fight here.

With a light touch of the fingertip, the reflection in the water dissipates, revealing the image of Shio Hideki herself.

An elderly woman with white hair and a waist as thick as a wooden barrel, her knuckles as thick as tree roots, had her head tightly wrapped in a faded blue cloth headscarf.

Even when standing still, the fat around the waist and the chest continue to sag uncontrollably.

"The emergence of third-grade spiritual water from the cliff has attracted a large number of cultivators. They can take this opportunity to make a fortune."

Yan Xiuyi's large buttocks landed on the recliner, which creaked loudly from the bamboo weaving.

With nimble, thick fingers, a talisman bearing the image of Fang Yi was dropped into the pool in no time.

"Pfft!"

Water splashed everywhere, and ripples spread across the clear pool. More than ten jade-like tablets could be vaguely seen sinking to the bottom of the pool, gleaming with a faint light.

Beside the pool, several scarlet tokens were piled up, one of which was engraved with a skull pattern and the three characters "Blood Prison Child".

Clearly, they were cultivators from a major sect who wanted to infiltrate the ancient city.

"I'm not on duty tomorrow, so I can invite Ye Ling over for some fun tonight."
This junior brother of yours accepted bribes; he needs to be disciplined.

Before the city gate stood Ye Ling, tall and handsome, wearing a pine-patterned robe and a wooden spirit crown.

He lightly waved his folding fan, glancing at the burly man before him, whose long hair was bound with coarse cloth and who wore a low-grade dharma robe.

Xiao Changce bowed slightly, handed over a patched storage bag, and put on a flattering expression.

"Brother Ye, please accept this small token of my appreciation."

Ye Ling frowned slightly. As soon as he took the storage bag, he sensed the sincerity within it. He looked dissatisfied and said with disdain.

"You're supposed to be at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet you exude such a poor and stingy air."

"Oh well, it's still a source of income."

Ye Ling took out another city entry token bound with golden silk thread from his sleeve. Just as he was about to remove the token, a voice transmission in his ear made him pause slightly.

It's like being drenched in a freezing spring; encountering a poor person struggling with their foundation only worsens their mood.

He glanced at his dark-skinned senior sister beside him and saw her putting away her storage bag.

He spoke to Xiao Changce.

"What is your surname and given name?"

What brings you to Qingkong Cliff?

"Reporting to fellow Daoist, I am Yan Yi. I came to Qingkong Cliff to exchange for some inferior spiritual water, which I will use to break through my bottleneck."

Xiao Changce had an honest face, but a sense of pride welled up inside him. His attire was not in vain; Jiang was still as shrewd as ever.

The cost of entering Qingkong Cliff was less than 30% of Fang Yi's.

"Second-grade spiritual water?"

His gaze swept over Xiao Changce, and found that his belt, boots, crown, and even the storage bag at his waist were all low-grade magical artifacts.

Normally, he would have let it go, but when he thought about tonight's project, Ye Ling's legs went weak and he cursed.

"What a piece of trash! You think you can come to Qingkong Cliff?"

"With your mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, get out of here!"

"you!"

Xiao Changce's face was ashen, and his eyes burned with rage.

A dignified Core Formation cultivator was humiliated and unjustly insulted by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"What are you?

"The spiritual water of the Azure Water Pavilion is not something a poor, rogue cultivator like you could possibly covet?"

Ye Ling's expression grew increasingly disdainful; he was a rogue cultivator whose cultivation was even inferior to Ye Ling's.

If I were in a good mood, I would let it slide, but now that I'm in a bad mood, I need to find someone to vent my anger on.

People tend to pick on the weakest link. If Yan Yi were a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like Li Wujiu before him, that would be one thing.

They are wealthy and their cultivation is not low. For the sake of future benefits, we should give them some face.

But only at the first level of Foundation Establishment?
"get out!"

Ye Ling waved his hand to shoo him away, but Xiao Changce clenched his fists, making a cracking sound as bones collided.

Why aren't you leaving?

Still not convinced?

He sneered and gave instructions to the dark-skinned female cultivator behind him.

"Senior sister, I think this Yan Yi is a henchman of the Blood Prisoners."

Xiao Changce instantly suppressed his anger. The matter of Qingkong Cliff was of utmost importance and could not be allowed to go wrong in his hands.

"My lord, I'll be going now!"
"Let's go! Let's go!"

He had already realized that early Foundation Establishment cultivators were indeed worthless among the rogue cultivators who came to Qingkong Cliff.

Feeling helpless, Xiao Changce followed the stone steps down the cliff.

He secretly regretted that he should have followed Fang Yi's example and changed his identity to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Now that I'm at the first level of Foundation Establishment, even if I have no shortage of spirit stones, it's not easy for me to take them out, lest it arouse suspicion and envy.

With only a Foundation Establishment level cultivation, winning or losing a fight is a huge problem.
Ye Ling looked at Xiao Changce, who was fleeing in disarray, with disdain.

"Ha, you lowly rogue cultivator, you don't know what's good for you."
Of the three great true waters within the sect, even the inferior ones—[True Dispersion], [Spiritual Energy], and [Empty Cleansing]—which one could he afford?

At the bottom of Qingkong Cliff, patches of snake-blood trees, which are not spiritual trees, spread and grow, creating a dark and gloomy atmosphere filled with moisture.

Xiao Changce used his divine sense to confirm that no one was around, and with a wave of his sleeve, he summoned a Bewildering Array Flag.

A hazy mist surged forth from the array flags, with numerous runes such as [Soundproof], [Conceal], and [Shadow] flowing around it.

A moment later, a small space formed by the array was created. Xiao Changce pinched the bridge of his nose and then patted his storage bag.

A jade scepter with a blue crane pattern shot out, and as magical power was poured into it, the crane-shaped scepter emitted a precious light.

Those who came to Qingkong Cliff were from the same lineage of the Ancestral Hall and had no conflict of interest, so Zhang Hengyi offered some support.

The low-grade magic treasure Crane-shaped Jade and the quasi-magic treasure Earth Phoenix Tower Ship are among them.

The crane-shaped jade tablet, when refined with the Azure Crane Transmission Treasure Barrier, allows unimpeded passage within ten thousand miles, linked to secret inscriptions.

Xiao Changce shook his head slightly. He had already noticed that a wisp of energy had been quietly absorbed by Qingkong Cliff.

Even a True Immortal who has reached the Core Formation stage and is proficient in the secret techniques of body shifting will need three to five days to change their Qi.

Yan Youtai is eyeing the area covetously; Qingkong Cliff cannot afford any delays.

"Now we can only hope that Fang Yi can figure out the true nature of Qingkong Cliff..."

His lips moved, and the crane pattern on the jade tablet came to life, vibrating with the power of secret inscriptions.

……

In the ancient city.

As Fang Yi strolled along the main street, scouting the area, his peripheral vision occasionally swept over the ancient city center built of black stone.

The lingering feeling of being watched made him wary.

'Is the Azure Water Pavilion so cautious that all those who go to the city to build their foundations are secretly observed by cultivators?'
Let's first see if any cultivators enter the inner city, so we can use this opportunity to test the waters...

His gaze was deep and unfathomable. As a rogue cultivator, Li Wujiu was capable of cultivating to the late Foundation Establishment stage, so caution was instinctive for him.

We must never be greedy and act rashly, lest we make a mistake and provoke the cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion to take action.

They won, but then an even stronger cultivator made a move.

They failed; were they pretending to be captured?
Fang Yi has already discovered the aura of more than one mirror-like magical artifact.

A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall, let alone this old devil.

Fang Yi acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to walk along the main street. Although Yan Youtai was watching from the side, he knew that Yan would definitely make a move after taking down Bai Yangze. But the more this was the case, the more important it was not to lose his composure.

"Ok?"

He then approached another stall, his eyes slightly brightening. He half-squatted in front of the stall on the street and, amidst the beast pelts, azure wood cores, and scattered talismans, retrieved a three-legged cauldron encircled by snake patterns.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the value of this cauldron/furnace artifact?"

Fang Yi paused slightly, then continued to haggle with the stall owner as if nothing had happened.

He secretly sensed the crane-shaped jade scepter vibrating within his sleeve, transmitting hidden patterns, and felt helpless.

There are also techniques to faking one's status as a rogue cultivator.

With a higher level of cultivation, such as a fake Dan cultivator, one would inevitably attract attention as soon as they entered the city.

The spiritual water of Biyue Pavilion is precious, and no ordinary cultivator comes here. If one's cultivation level is too low, one is easily looked down upon and will needlessly invite trouble.

Xiao Changce was, after all, from a major sect.

However, since that Daoist Ye was greedy for money and wanted to do this for a long time, he had to follow some rules.

How could you go back on your word?

"Never mind, with the foundation of a Core Formation cultivator, my master can easily re-enter the city with just a little more effort."

Fang Yi suppressed his thoughts and focused his gaze on the stall owner, his hidden spying not yet dissipating.

The stall owner was draped in a black cloak, concealing his figure perfectly, revealing nothing at all.

"The top-grade magic artifact, the Wind Scale Cauldron, has now fallen to the level of a high-grade magic artifact due to the collapse of its magical restrictions."

"But it is still a top-grade alchemy furnace. If you are willing, I can be your friend and offer it to you at cost price: eight hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"Eight hundred low-grade spirit stones?"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, translated all the information in the jade tablet, put it down, and turned to leave.

The cloaked cultivator's expression changed slightly, and he spoke.

"If you are interested, I can offer you seven hundred spirit stones!"

Seeing Fang Yi walking away, the stall owner became anxious and spoke up.

"Six hundred spirit stones!"

"No, five hundred spirit stones!"

Fang Yi paused, turned around, and held up one finger.

"One hundred low-grade spirit stones, fixed price."

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far!"

This Wind Scale Cauldron was originally a top-grade magic artifact. Even though its grade has dropped, it still has seven magical restrictions.

"One hundred spirit stones is too low a price!"

"Then why don't you use it yourself, fellow Daoist?"
A superior-grade cauldron is something that even Foundation Establishment cultivators like us can only dream of, and you're giving it up like this, fellow Daoist…

Fang Yi spoke with a half-smile.

"Could it be that the essence of this magical artifact is severely damaged, and the seven magical restrictions are useless despite their appearance? Once fully activated, it will completely collapse."

"Then why would you, fellow Daoist, waste spirit stones to buy this useless item?"

The cloaked stall owner looked wary, repeatedly scanning the Wind Scale Cauldron with his divine sense, afraid of making a mistake and missing out on a great treasure.

"This Wind Scale Cauldron is of good quality; it should be a quasi-third-tier demon beast scale armor refinement."

If it weren't for having a second-tier wind serpent demon pet, this broken cauldron would be meaningless to me.

"Very well, since you have no interest in this cauldron, you may keep it as you see fit."

Seeing Fang Yi turn and leave without looking back, and as the distance between the two grew further and further, the cloak stall owner became increasingly anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! One hundred spirit stones it is!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, flicked his sleeve, and a beam of spiritual light carrying a mid-grade spirit stone landed in front of the stall. He then put the Wind Scale Cauldron into his palm and put it away.

A hint of joy welled up in his heart.

This isn't a top-grade magic weapon dropping in rank; it's a genuine magic treasure whose protective barrier has shattered.

Most importantly, it is ancient; after being aged, it could be at least a thousand years old.

Fang Yi murmured to himself.

In Xuanyang Mountain, all the heirlooms with a long history have been looted and sent to Sudu Mountain.

I also possess a copy of the Blood Prison Cauldron magic treasure inheritance, which can be used to refine the Blood Spring Coffin.

By using the magic item to create an aged appearance, several Foundation Establishment seed cultivators can be lured into the Sudu Mountain...

As time slowly passed, Fang Yi strolled along the main street, which led in all directions, sometimes buying spiritual herbs, sometimes inquiring about spiritual water.

As the sun began to set, they had already circled the inner city once, and several warehouses and cave dwellings brimming with spiritual energy had been marked.

"Ok?"

Just as he was looking for a place to stay, he saw a handsome young man heading towards the only gate in the inner city.

"Not a cultivator from the Azure Water Pavilion?"

Fang Yi's eyes brightened slightly; he was just worried that no cultivators were willing to test the inner city.

He stopped at a stall selling medicinal herbs and picked up a herb that was surrounded by a gentle breeze. Without making a sound, an invisible medicinal aura emanated from his sleeve and flowed towards the young man.

"Fellow Daoist, how much do you offer for your second-tier Wind Spirit Grass?"

While Fang Yi was haggling with the stall owner, ninety percent of his mind was actually on the cultivators heading to the inner city.

Unfortunately, according to his inquiries, although the inner city of Qingkong Cliff was heavily guarded a few years ago, Foundation Establishment cultivators could still enter and pay a visit to a False Core Immortal by paying some price.

Several years ago, after two cultivators from Biyue Pavilion achieved the Golden Core stage, Yu Hongzi issued a decree that all Qi Refining cultivators should move to the outer city.

Only a handful of Foundation Establishment cultivators remained to patrol the inner city, along with a fake Core Formation cultivator and Yu Hongzi to oversee the situation.

But the more this is the case, the more it proves that there are secrets hidden in the inner city, and Fang Yiyue cannot give up.

Within the inner city, a hundred feet away, a streak of emerald sword light slashed down before the young cultivator.

"Stop whoever comes!"

A cultivator with blue armor covering his face and a long, steady aura, holding a jade sword that emitted a cold light, spoke solemnly.

Wearing a jade crown and standing tall like a pine tree, the young man bowed respectfully with a dignified expression.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Zheng Mingfu. My elder sister, Zheng Xinyan, has now become a disciple of Master Yunhui."

I have come specifically to request an audience with Master Wu Xuanlong, and hope you will grant me this honor.

"Senior Brother Xuanlong?"

Upon hearing the names of a Golden Core cultivator and a Pseudo-Golden Core cultivator from the sect, the blue-armored cultivator's expression softened slightly, and the sharpness of the longsword in his palm subsided.

Although not a direct descendant of the Biyue Pavilion, someone in the family has become a disciple of Master Yunhui, so they can be considered half one of our own.

He considered it briefly before speaking.

"Master Yu Hongzi instructed that since the two masters in the sect have condensed their golden cores, the inner city should be on high alert to prevent trouble from other sects. Only cultivators from the Biyue Pavilion are allowed to enter."

If Fellow Daoist Zheng wishes to exchange for the Three True Spirit Liquid, please choose Senior Brother Long and we will meet in the outer city..."

"this……

"Fellow Daoist, are you really going to show me such disrespect? My elder sister has already become a disciple of True Person Yun Hui."

Zheng Mingfu's expression darkened slightly, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart for no reason. He subconsciously took a few steps forward and headed towards the inner city.

The armored cultivator's expression was slightly cold. He was able to cultivate at Qingkong Cliff, even though he had no powerful backing.

If Zheng Xinyan had come in person, it would have been fine, but she was merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator who hadn't even joined the Biyue Pavilion.

"roll!"

"You!" Zheng Mingfu's face darkened, his anger burning fiercely, and a jade ruler slipped from his sleeve.

"What, you want to make a move?!" The armored cultivator sneered and took a token from his waist.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Accompanied by the sound of a trickling stream, Fang Yi sensed several divine senses descending, among which were the hidden auras of a pseudo-Core Formation cultivator.

The Wind Whispering Array of Azure Sky Cliff has its core located within the inner city.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators are treated with such caution; Yu Hongzi must be extremely careful…

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