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

Chapter 788 A Secret Strategy, Listed Among the Pure Yang Scrolls
Seven Rings emerged from the ground, shook his silver fur, and his dark eyes were filled with joy at finding a like-minded person.

"Great!
"It's been a long time since I've seen Dacheng. His taste and judgment are top-notch."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, his eyes piercing through the layers of magical restrictions, landing on the entrance to Qingkong Cliff City.

"Crack!"

A flash of golden light appeared in the eyes of the stone lions on both sides of the city gate, as if reflecting sunlight, and the two figures were reflected in their eyes.

Fan Dacheng was a burly man, surrounded by wisps of malevolent energy, and the two black scars on his forehead looked increasingly ferocious.

"finally reached."

"Yes, we've finally arrived."

Ma Younian appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a red and black robe, holding a bowl-shaped ritual implement in his hand.

He looked at the cultivator beside him, whom he had only recently met, whose aura was fierce, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Fan, hurry into the city to gather information and seek out Master Fang at Hanhai Tower."

"Ah."

Fan Dacheng nodded in agreement; he was also interested in befriending this fake alchemist.

"Um?

"They're here?!"

Inside the Hanhai Tower, Fang Yi's expression changed slightly as he sensed a vague yet familiar aura emanating from the bottom of Qingkong Cliff.

"Edict!"

He sat cross-legged on the altar, and with a wave of his sleeve, withdrew his divine sense from the stone puppet at the city gate.

Then, the power of withering and flourishing magic surged forth, igniting a true fire, and the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner was raised.

"Wow!"

The delicate banner surface tumbles, with four colors of spiritual light—blue, red, black, and yellow—flowing and evolving into a scene of ancient trees forming a forest and spiritual ginseng and precious fungus covering the ground.

However, it is evolving into a grotto-heaven of the Way of Wood.

He murmured to himself, confident of success.

'The three districts in the city remain untouched, and the powerful families under Yan Youtai, including the Jia Dan family, still hold considerable influence.'

I was at a disadvantage, so I painstakingly refined the treasures of my grotto-heaven, hoping to turn the tide.

Fang Yi made thorough preparations. Yan Youtai was dead and his cultivation had vanished. Fang Yi was also a True Man of the Wood Dao, and they had a history of grudges, so he was quite suspicious.

Once this final hurdle is overcome, the true essence of Xuan Yang Mountain can be explored.

The Azure Water Pavilion arrived with overwhelming force, and none of the three main lineage masters of Xuan Yang could spare the time to leave.

You Xishan restrained Yu Yuanzi, Yan Youtai died, and Xiao Yan "died" at the White Bone Sect's Green Marrow.

According to Yang Cai'er's telepathic message, Zhang Hengyi and Chen Sheng, the leader of Tiandaowu, fought each other, with both sides winning and losing. Xiao Changce had other plans.

The Xuan Yang lineage also has a master-level True Person in charge, but the Fire Worship Sect is eyeing them covetously, so how dare the Five Flowers show their faces?

With their only rival fallen, even the Nine Sons of Xuan Yang, who are now at the Core Formation stage, are no match for Miao Yun and Yun Hui.

This was the great opportunity he had personally planned.

Xuan Yang Mountain has a thousand-year-old heritage and is the number one sect in the Great Cloud Cultivation World. Not only does it have a fourth-order fire cultivation lineage, but it also possesses a lineage of fire cultivation techniques.

There are also methods for refining the foundation of the Dao, the way of the spiritual kitchen, and the methods of sacrifice, which are also secretly connected with the ten ancient sects.

Many ancient shamanistic traditions are top-notch, profound and mysterious, and their depth is far beyond what can be seen on the surface.

At the foot of the towering cliff that pierces the clouds, an old man slowly walks through the wild grass.

Tian Quezi was dressed in hemp clothing, with a full head of white hair, and held a dark dove-shaped staff in his hand.

He hunched over and slowly climbed up the cliff, looking at the passing cultivators with a satisfied expression.

"Indeed, this Azure Sky Cliff has made great progress compared to the last one."

A few moments.

Tian Quezi arrived at the city gate at the top of the cliff, looked at Fan Dacheng and Ma You, and spoke in a hoarse voice, but no one among the passing cultivators noticed.

"Fan Dacheng of Black Abyss Island has the flavor of the Hule Na Men's method of adding oil to light lamps."
The secret technique I deliberately kept was not wasted by Hu Lei; it nurtured Sheng Bo'an.

But what about this foundation?

He extended his withered five fingers, borrowing a trace of blood from Fan Dacheng, and rubbed them together with his index finger.

"hiss!"

As the stars shift and change, the foundation is forced to emerge in an instant.

A gloomy, blood-red aura of death emerged, evolving into the shadow of a skinless, blood-soaked corpse.

"His magical power is pure, and his swordsmanship is unconventional, yet it is nonetheless a rather exquisite lineage of corpse cultivation."
Is it really related to the Blood Corpse Path?

Tian Quezi's eyes closed slightly, his thoughts racing, and he murmured softly.

"Three thousand years ago, the Blood Corpse Path was defeated by the Green Wood Palace. Its lineage was destroyed, and the Lishan Mountain Gate was destroyed in a mortal explosion of a fourth-order Yin Meridian."

The core heritage has long been erased by the Qingmu Palace, so how could it reappear?
The few remaining cultivators have long since fled into the Great Yu Kingdom. Who exactly is the cultivator who passed down the Daoist lineage from Sudu Mountain?

He had previously made a trip to Sudu Mountain to absorb the energy from all directions and to divine the comings and goings of cultivators.

The demonic cultivator who made a move during the demonic tide, whose cultivation was at its peak at the Core Formation stage, is the most suspicious, but he has long since ceased his activities at Sudu Mountain.

The demon clan's Grand Master Lu Xiaozi had also secretly investigated.

Although it has some connection with the Green Wood Palace and cultivates the Way of Withering and Flourishing, it has nothing to do with the Blood Corpse Sect from three thousand years ago.

"Dayun has always been a place of exile. Jianyang Secret Realm has only been open for a few decades, so it is normal for some dead and remaining species to emerge."

Without the intervention of Nascent Soul True Monarchs on either side, these are merely minor ailments.

Neither the Blood Corpse Sect nor the Green Wood Palace have any significant influence or influence.

"Brother Chi Mei has reached the Nascent Soul stage; the Great Cloud Realm belongs to my Xuan Yang Mountain."

Tian Quezi scanned the city with his divine sense, probing the cultivators within.

More than ten pseudo-Dan cultivators from the four outer city districts swept past them, their divine senses descending towards the inner city.

"Congeal!"

A photographic fovea, covered in patterns and enveloped in silver light, floats in the air.

No one noticed the passing cultivators.

The blurry mirror gradually becomes clear, reflecting the view of the inner city.

Surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant life, Fang Yi sat cross-legged beneath the veil of legal restrictions, the Creation Banner swaying in the breeze.

Surrounded by the fragrance of herbs, this small grotto-heaven, teeming with life and abundant with all kinds of plants, has evolved.

Inside the Jiejiao Pavilion, the celestial hexagrams circulated, and a white jade statue sat cross-legged, from which Yan Youtai's aura surged.

As the mirror shifted, a small courtyard with glazed tiles and filled with spirit maple trees appeared on its surface.

Tian Quezi looked into the mirror and saw a large, dark pot covered with ancient and unsophisticated witchcraft patterns, with images of ancient people of different shapes carved on it.

"The Lingzhen Five Flavor Pot, this heirloom of the Xuan Tao Hundred Days Banquet, was indeed left to Xiao Changce by Senior Brother Guang Sheng."

In the small courtyard.

Xiao Changce was wearing a crimson robe, his arms were bare, and a three-foot-long blade sliced ​​off his flesh.

"Puff! Puff!"

The spirit meat fell into the Five Flavors of Spirit Treasures Pot. He waved his hand and sprinkled some emerald green scallions on top, causing the soup to simmer and release a spicy aroma.

“Ah Jiu, eat up and see if my hibiscus soup has improved.”

The small, exquisite snake emerged from his bosom, flicking its red tongue, and opened its mouth to suck the soup into its belly.

"fresh!

"Xiao Lang, your skills are getting better and better!"

Ah Jiu's melodious voice rang out, and a hint of fire was added to the cold atmosphere.

Then, with a sway of its tail, several scales gleaming with jade light, carrying a drop of demonic blood, fell into the Five Delicacies Pot of Spiritual Treasures.

"Haha, I'm glad you like it, Ah Jiu."

With a push of his left hand, Xiao Changce caused the Five Flavors of Spiritual Treasure Pot to swirl with magical patterns, and the remaining broth to churn, gradually revealing the scales and armor being refined.

In a short while, a jade-green snake bead appeared, which he swallowed and refined.

Ajiu gazed at the Hanhai Tower not far away and asked curiously:
"Young Master Xiao, Yan Youtai is becoming increasingly powerful. What should your disciple Fang Yi do?"

“哎
I've done my best in this matter. The rest depends on Fang Yi. If he holds on and doesn't back down, then the future will be promising.
If we can't hold on, at most Hengyi and I can ensure he retains his position as sect leader; we can forget about any other benefits.

Xiao Changce continued to refine the blood beads, and jade-colored snake patterns grew on his temples, surrounded by a faint demonic aura.

"Fang Yi has lofty ambitions; he certainly wouldn't want to be a rubber stamp."

However, his cultivation at only the third level of the Core Formation stage was still insufficient for him to oversee the sect's affairs and suppress numerous True Immortals.

"It's true that Hu Lei and Jiu Han, both in the mid-stage of Core Formation, are a step above Fang Yi in cultivation, yet they were still marginalized. One went to Dadu Ancient City, and the other went to fight against Tiandaowu."

With no Grand Master presiding over the Ancestral Hall lineage, Xiao Lang has done his utmost.

"If you hadn't pulled Zhang Heng into your position, Fang Yi's position as sect leader would have been nothing more than a rubber stamp."

Ajiu wrapped her arms around the snake's body, the cool scales rubbing against Xiao Changce's skin, and for a moment she was moved.

"It's still my disciple Fang Yi who's lived up to expectations; he's now second only to the Great Master of Xuanyang Mountain."

Only Yan Youtai and Fang Yi remained to compete, but…

Xiao Changce's face showed a look of reminiscence as he murmured softly:
"But Master Guang Sheng once mentioned that Tian Quezi, though seemingly heartless, is actually quite sentimental about the past."
With Yan Youtai's support, even if they fail once or twice, there's still room for competition.

He looked at Hanhai Tower with a worried expression.

"Unable to become a Great Master, one is ultimately just a pawn on the Great Cloud Chessboard. I wonder if my disciple can hold on."

"Tsk, Xiao Changce, you still like to talk about this old man like this."
He deserves to be hit!

A hoarse voice rang out, and Tian Quezi struck down with his dove-shaped staff.

"Tianquezi?"

Xiao Changce's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the old man who had appeared behind him without him noticing.

"What 'zi'? Call me 'Shishu'!"

Tian Quezi's face darkened, like a dark cloud covering the sky. The dove-shaped staff in his hand shimmered with starlight, its power carrying a sinister edge that seeped through his skin and flesh, striking into the acupoints throughout his body.

"Oh, Uncle-Master, you've misunderstood!" Xiao Changce hurriedly explained.

"Misunderstand?"

Tian Quezi wore a mocking expression, his dove-like staff moving incessantly, an invisible force piercing through the monk's robe and striking Xiao Changce's acupoints.

"I'll beat you up for not knowing your place!"

"I'll beat you up for not knowing what's good for you!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The sound of muscles colliding rang out, accompanied by Xiao Changce's painful howl.

"Ow!!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Looking at Xiao Changce, who was covered in bruises and wounds, rolling on the ground, Tian Quezi showed disgust.

"Lazybones, how could Senior Brother Guang Sheng have ever taken a liking to you?"

He patted his storage bag, took out two jade boxes, and tossed them to Ajiu, who was standing to the side with concern in his eyes.

"This snake has a good bloodline."

"Two spirit-sealing boxes. One contains three Danyang fire dates prepared by your Uncle-Master Chimei, which are excellent for replenishing qi and blood."

This will save you from excessively depleting your essence and blood during the hundred-day Xuan Tao Banquet, which could damage your fundamental health.

Firstly, I use a secret divination method to refine the Mysterious Star Auspicious Qi Bead, which, when activated at a crucial moment, can elevate your fortune.

Since you've decided to take that path, your senior apprentice and I will do our utmost to help.

"Your martial uncle knows?"

As he felt the pain in his skin, the impurities hidden deep within his acupoints from refining the demon blood were dispelled, leaving Xiao Changce with a complex mix of emotions.

He was not an ungrateful person; he bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Uncle Tianque."

"Of course I know. Before Guang Sheng sealed himself, he entrusted me and Senior Brother Chi Mei to take care of you."

However, once the Danyang Fire Dates mature after two cycles of sixty years, the refinement of the Mysterious Star Auspicious Qi Pearl requires another inherited treasure from Tianji Peak.

It has only just been refined.

Tian Quezi's eyes shimmered with starlight as he sensed the mixed human and demonic auras of Xiao Changce and Ajiu, his expression complex.

"Only those with the potential to become Great True Persons in the Xuan Yang Three Lineages can truly be included in the Precious Scroll. The Pure Yang Precious Scroll is a treasure passed down through the Ancestral Hall. Although Fang Yi succeeded to the position of sect leader, he was not qualified before."

You should be aware of this.

"What about Yan Youtai?"

"Yan Youtai?"

Tian Quezi showed neither joy nor sorrow, his eyes remaining calm.

"Those who inherit the Daoist tradition of Xuanyang Mountain are selected from the best of the best, and Yan Youtai is not very accomplished."

However, for a true cultivator, being a third-tier Celestial Master is sufficient qualification.

Moreover, Yan Youtai has other uses.

"Use?" Xiao Changce pondered repeatedly, recalling Huang Guangsheng's vague hints, and finally understood.

'Is it related to the Wugengzi lineage's method of selecting successors through a process akin to raising poisonous insects?'

Tian Quezi nodded slightly in his heart. If it weren't for Xiao Changce's cultivation of the Immortal Chef's Way, which led to his unique insights into the inheritance of the Xuan Tao Hundred Days Banquet, he would have been able to achieve great things.

He wouldn't mention this to an ordinary True Core cultivator.

"As for Fang Yi?"
To take control of Xuan Yang, obtain resources equal to Heng Yi and Wu Hua, and be listed in the Pure Yang Treasure Scroll
He should defeat Yan Youtai to prove that his talent far surpasses that of ordinary, mediocre cultivators.

The Great Cloud Realm is barren, and its resources are limited; it cannot afford to support mediocre talents.

A look of reminiscence crossed Tian Quezi's eyes as he slowly said:
"If Guang Sheng hadn't pleaded for him before his death, and if Fang Yi hadn't truly lived up to expectations, there wouldn't have been this opportunity."

His starting point was vastly different from Yan Youtai's.

"Is it really like this?"

Xiao Changce suddenly realized, and then his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he spoke:

"Yan Youtai and Fang Yi are still fighting, what brings Uncle Tianque here?"

"It's over. Fang Yi has won the battle at Qingkong Cliff."

Tian Quezi leaned on his dove-shaped staff, sensing the vibrant life within the Hanhai Pavilion from afar.

"Yan Youtai died at the hands of Yin Gu of the White Bone Sect, and Xiao Yan died at the hands of Qing Sui."
Fang Yi is still alive, so he has naturally won and can be listed in the Pure Yang Treasure Scroll.

"Yan Youtai died?"

"It's still the White Bone Sect that's making a move!?"

Xiao Changce found it hard to believe; it was only after fighting Yan Youtai that he realized how terrifying he was.

Even though he was limited by his cultivation of culinary secrets and could not use his full strength, he still knew Yan Youtai's background.

"Yin Gu actually possesses such abilities; this is killing, not defeating!"

Could it be a True Immortal of the sect leader level who has attained the highest rank?

"From the residual energy in the Lesser Yin Mountain area of ​​the White Bone Sect, it can be seen that Yin Bone has not yet reached the realm of the Sect Master True Person."

Tian Quezi's expression was complicated as he activated the remaining array restrictions of the Mingxiao Tower, which contained residual energy.

All of this demonstrates that Yan Youtai's attempt to ambush and kill him failed, and he was instead outmaneuvered by Yin Gu, reaping what he sowed.

"Chang Ce, I came to Qingkong Cliff for two reasons: first, to record his entry into the Pure Yang Treasure Scroll; and second, as an elder, to make some amends."

"If Fang Yi had not been listed in the Pure Yang Treasure Scroll, he would have been nothing more than a whetstone, and that would have been fine."

But since he wants to inherit the core Daoist lineage of Xuan Yang Mountain, both Senior Brother Chi Mei and I will lend him a hand.

He paused slightly in his hoarse voice, then said meaningfully.

"The premise is that Yan Youtai's death has nothing to do with him."

“Uncle-Master Tianque, Fang Yi has been in seclusion these past few days refining the treasures of his grotto-heaven, hoping to turn the tide,” Xiao Changce hurriedly explained. “How could he possibly interfere in Yan Youtai’s affairs?”

"With Yan Youtai's death, who in Xuanyang Mountain benefited the most?"

Tian Quezi's murky gaze swept over them, then he lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, a smile playing on his lips.

“Nephew Xiao, come with me to the market and see if Fang Yi is truly ‘predictable’.”

They have already begun preparing to seize the power under Yan Youtai's command.

Xiao Changce felt a pang of bitterness and unease, for Yan Youtai had suffered repeated losses after the appearance of the Yin Bone.

In terms of benefits, Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain was the biggest beneficiary.

He was well aware of the sect's millennia-old heritage, including top-tier magical treasures, rare spiritual objects, and hidden inheritances passed down through generations.

There is also a special secret vault used to cultivate core disciples of the Daoist lineage.

This is an opportunity accumulated bit by bit over a thousand years through the combined efforts of the Xuan Yang, Zu Shi Tang, and Wu Geng Zi lineages.

If Fang Yi had truly made adequate preparations, the losses would have been severe.
"Don't worry, even if Fang Yi is related to Yin Bone, I will not take his life."

Yan Youtai's struggle with him for Qingkong Cliff involves a conflict over the path of cultivation, so Fang Yi naturally had to retaliate.

With a wave of his sleeve, Tian Quezi sent a beam of starlight into the air, obscuring his figure.

"I will simply remove him from the list of candidates for the Pure Yang Precious Scroll. Nephew Changce, let us embark on this journey together."

Within the Han Hai Pavilion, the banners of the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Scenic Area fluttered, and the small grotto-heaven, brimming with vitality, solidified by three-tenths.

'First, find Xiao Changce. What is Tian Quezi's intention?'

From a purely utilitarian perspective, even if the cover-up is flawless, I would still be a suspect.
But the outcome of exceptional luck versus underhanded tactics is worlds apart.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, continuously making hand seals, remaining still as he continued to refine the precious banner.

It is better to be still than to move.

He did not covet the benefits of Qingkong Cliff; of the four districts in the city, three were still in the hands of Yan Youtai's forces.

Even if he had doubts, Tian Quezi couldn't find any evidence and wouldn't so easily punish the Xuan Yang Mountain sect leader.

Born into the ancestral hall, with impeccable lineage, Fang Yi also has powerful backers and influential figures.

Guang Sheng Da Zhenren only proclaimed himself that way; he is not dead.

Upon learning that Xuan Yang Mountain might possess a fourth-tier witchcraft inheritance, Fang Yi also became suspicious.

Is there another secret behind this process of refining spiritual plants and locking in their vitality?
Chi Meizi has the potential to reach the Nascent Soul stage, while Tian Quezi is at least a quasi-fourth-tier Celestial Master.

The Xuan Yang Three Meridians do not support idlers.

Even Xiao Changce had a hidden plan; he was no ordinary person.

Huang Guangsheng, who had no reason to be able to talk to these two as equals, had no special skills whatsoever; he was just an ordinary Grand Master.

Ancient witchcraft is mysterious and dangerous, but it is extremely adept at using the weak to defeat the strong.
At the top of Qingkong Cliff, in the fourth district of the outer city, two figures strolled along the well-connected bluestone avenues.

Passing through layers of restrictions, we entered various caves and shops, reaching the most secluded places.

Even if Tian Quezi personally intervened, a Grand Master might not be able to detect it, let alone the strongest cultivator in Qingkong Cliff who was only at the early stage of Core Formation.

After a while,

The two stopped in the antique-style restaurant.

Tian Quezi sensed the energy within a few breaths and then looked down.

Xiao Changce followed the gaze, pinched the bridge of his nose, and whispered:

"Fan Dacheng of the Fan family in the Black Abyss?"

"Hmm, this young man does have some talent and opportunity, cultivating the [Lamp-Lighting and Oil-Adding Method]."

His lifespan was exhausted and his essence was depleted, but he was forcibly pulled back by Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe.

Now, having obtained a legacy of the Corpse Path, and having condensed a false core, his lifespan has been extended.

"The inheritance of the Corpse Path?" Xiao Changce's expression changed slightly.

The most outstanding legacy of the Great Cloud Corpse Path lies within the White Bone Sect.

"Uncle-Master Tianque, this Fan Dacheng..."

Shh! Silence.

This matter has nothing to do with Fang Yi; it's the Blood Corpse Path inheritance, an ancient relic from three thousand years ago.

Fang Yi was born in Shaoyang Prefecture and has never been to Lishan, so he cannot obtain such a legacy.

Tian Quezi's cloudy gaze fell, and he remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Inside the private room, Fan Dacheng and Ma You ordered a few snacks and a pot of fine tea, listening to the whispers around them.

In the next private room, a beaded curtain hung down, and a screen displaying flowers and birds separated the inside from the outside.

Yu Xuanyan lifted his brocade robe and sat down. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Yu family in Five Color Valley, he was ordered by his clan's ancestor, Yu Feihong, to gather information about the city.

He glanced at the thin, weasel-faced cultivator beside him, took out a spiritual herb, and politely said:
"Brother Ye Lou, do you have any secret information about the opening of the Hundred Refinements Pavilion in the East District?"

"The Hundred Refinements Pavilion?"

Ye Lou's expression was strange, as if he didn't know anything: "The East District isn't the territory of that person from Hanhai Tower. A weapon-refining building has been open there for a long time?"

Yu Xuanyan pushed a storage pouch onto the table. "I know the rules, thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

Ye Lou smiled and swept his fingers across the storage bag, putting it away.

"Haha, you're too kind, fellow Daoist."

I've heard the decree from the True Person of the Jiao-Dispelling Pavilion that, in addition to the Hundred Refinement Pavilion, there will also be a Small Pill Pavilion and a Cloud-Arriving Talisman Residence.

"Hiss, does that person from the Jiao Jie Pavilion not give the Han Hai Tower any face at all?"

"Why should we stay? The two sides have already torn each other apart. We should choose sides as soon as possible."

Fan Dacheng's five fingers holding the teacup trembled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, please don't act rashly!"

Ma You's expression changed slightly, and he began to offer advice.

He had long heard that the Fan family had settled on Black Abyss Island, and that Fan Dacheng had some connection with Fang Yi, the sect leader.

But now Qingkong Cliff has changed its ways, and Fang Yi is being suppressed by Yan Youtai to the point of having almost no power to fight back.

"Although we are both disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain, our aptitudes are average, and cultivation is not easy."

"It's a rare opportunity to strengthen my foundation through the inheritance of Sudu Mountain, allowing my cultivation to advance further."

He spoke in a low voice, "Master Fang of Hanhai Tower is clearly inferior to Master Yan of Jiejiao Pavilion."

A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on; why cling to a wandering swordsman? All we need is a reliable patron.

He murmured to himself, 'It seems Brother Fang's condition isn't very good.'

"However, I am not the same as before, and I can be of great help now."

A hint of crimson appeared in Fan Dacheng's eyes. He waved his hand, slapped down a few spirit stones, and headed towards the inner city.

"It's out of kindness that Fang Yi was at a disadvantage and had almost no chance to fight back, yet he still offered his help."

Tian Quezi nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"The fake Blood Corpse Dao pills could be used to lure out Yin Bone; keeping that old demon around is a potential problem."

"Let's go, it's time to meet my junior apprentice."

"Um?

"Uncle-Master Tianque, is it really over just like that?"

Xiao Changce looked puzzled. A great master had gone to great lengths to investigate Qingkong Cliff.

More than ten fake alchemists were all killed, each using illusions to question their own hearts, yet their story ended quietly.

Tian Quezi, with his white hair flowing down his shoulders and icy eyes, said calmly:

Whether Fang Yi made a move against Yan Youtai is not important; what is important is whether he left any evidence against him.
Our Xuan Yang lineage has always operated this way: the capable rise, the mediocre fall, based on innate talent.

He was merely Yan Youtai, neither a top-tier Dao Body nor a Golden Core True Person.

While I may be protective of my own, I also consider value.

His expression remained calm. A burst of starlight swept Xiao Changce away, and he continued his instruction:

"When the great principles contend, the victor becomes king and the loser becomes a bandit."

Since there was no trace, it doesn't matter whether Fang Yi was involved or not.

"Our three branches of Xuan Yang Mountain are of one blood and one lineage. Even if Fang Yi were to take action, it would be worthwhile to support someone who has the potential to become a Great True Person."

The Hanhai Pavilion, with its sandalwood pillars and agarwood beams, is surrounded by a deep blue mist that transforms into layers of magical restrictions.

A beam of starlight fell, breaking through the magical barrier and opening up a narrow path three feet wide.

Tian Quezi did not conceal his aura. He stepped into the pavilion along the narrow path, displaying an elegant demeanor and graceful manners.

"Nephew Fang Yi, this old man greets you."

"Greetings, Master Tianque!"

Fang Yi stood upright like a green bamboo, his mind made up. He was not there to interrogate or punish, and the matter was settled.

'I wonder what secrets Mount Xuanyang holds.'

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(End of this chapter)