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

Chapter 797 Bringing up old grievances and exterminating entire families, various cultivators attack Yunhe

"Zheng!"

The Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade resounded with a long, clanging sound, its dark blue light blazing brightly. A vortex stretching for hundreds of miles formed, absorbing the legacy left behind by the tribulation clouds like a whale swallowing its prey, its essence continuously growing.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

Ancient and mysterious runes moved across the slender blade, outlining various magical restrictions. In an instant, twelve magical restrictions were drawn, evolving into the Mysterious Yin Treasure Restriction.

【Mysterious Yin】

【Soul-Forging】

[The Edge]...

As each protective barrier evolved, the fierce aura on the dark blade of the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade rose and fell, continuously increasing.

Lean less.

Fang Yi extended his five fingers, and the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade, filled with an ancient and fierce aura, fell into his hand. The blade reflected a cold light, and even without being activated, it made one's hair stand on end.

"The Five Treasures have not been in vain, despite my tireless efforts in refining and perfecting them day and night since I began my cultivation."

Stroking the cold blade, feeling its rich essence, and observing the treasure seal being drawn, he smiled, his eyes filled with extreme satisfaction.

"After refining the five treasure restrictions, there is still a surplus of essence. The sixth treasure restriction is just a matter of time and effort. It will take some time to refine and nurture it until all six treasure restrictions are perfected."

"Next, we should conquer Baiyangze and force Qingsui to reveal himself."

That Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, a treasure of the Six Paths, is the most compatible wooden magic weapon for me in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World…

……

Above the inner city, the Void Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner, enveloped in azure spiritual light, fell into the Vast Ocean Pavilion.

The dark clouds and the thunderous purple lightning that had gathered had long since dissipated, leaving the sky a clear, blue expanse.

Has Master emerged from seclusion?

After blocking the fishermen's route through the Yellow River and Huai River, Qin Yu, with his hair tied up in a bun with a jade crown and wearing a black brocade robe, stood on the top floor of a restaurant surrounded by the smell of cooking fires.

Gazing at the subsided spiritual tide, he murmured softly, "I wonder what kind of backup plan Master has prepared this time..."

"Only if we can destroy Yunhe Island and force Biyue Pavilion to retreat can the Five Extremes Peak lineage truly prosper."

Qin Yu was not a stupid person; on the contrary, he was able to cultivate to the point of being comparable to Li Heng with only a mid-grade Dao Foundation.

In terms of both mindset and methods, he is exceptionally outstanding.

The Wood Dao Wonderful Techniques and Divine Abilities that Fang Yi previously used, such as the Azure Dragon Fighting Dragon Technique and the Magic Domain Wonderful Techniques, had never been used before, nor had they been passed down.

The result was obvious: the support provided by the sect.

In Xuan Yang Mountain, the only cultivator capable of making decisive decisions is the Great Master of Tianji Peak.

"I hope Master can succeed."

Qin Yu's eyes were deep and his heart was filled with helplessness. What good was it to see through the situation within the sect? In the end, he was unable to lend his master a helping hand.

With such a grand situation, let alone a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him...
Even the core members of the sect, the pseudo-Dan masters, and even the early-stage Dan masters, are still far from mastering the necessary skills.

"Core Formation, huh?"

Behind him, a phantom of a blue lotus swayed, suddenly teeming with life and carrying the fragrance of grass and trees.

"Soon."
[The True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension] Cultivation is only one step away from achieving mastery.

Once I break through to the Core Formation stage, I will surely be able to lend my master a helping hand and glorify the Five Extremes Peak lineage.

"Yu'er, come to see me immediately."

"Master?"

Looking at the falling communication talisman, Qin Yu's expression turned solemn. He took the jade talisman and headed towards the inner city.

Simultaneously.

In the cave dwelling purchased by the Yu family in the Five Colors Valley in the eastern city, a sound transmission talisman was also sent out.

"Da Cheng, come to Han Hai Pavilion immediately."

"Master Fang?"

Yu Feihong's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the burly cultivator beside the stone pavilion and offered his congratulations:

"Congratulations, Brother Dacheng, on gaining the favor of Master Fang. Your future is limitless."

"Brother Fang, is this a telepathic message?"

Fan Dacheng reached out and took the jade talisman, his hand trembling slightly, a deep feeling welling up inside him.

The future is limitless?
Having reached this point, he no longer cared about his future. He came here not for anything else, but only to repay Fang Yi's kindness.

"Fellow Daoist Fei Hong, I will take my leave now."

Before Yu Feihong could speak, a streak of crimson and white light rose up and disappeared into the cave.

Yu Feihong was not annoyed by this. It is easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow.

Compared to Ma You, the fake alchemist who defected to the Jiejiao Pavilion.
Several months ago, Yan Youtai was at the height of his power, and Fan Dacheng rose to the challenge, knowing it was impossible but doing it anyway, to assist the Wujifeng lineage.

It was precisely because of the addition of the newly recruited Pseudo-Core True Person that the cultivators under the Five Extremes Peak were stabilized.

"I wonder how many opportunities Fan Dacheng will encounter."
With Yan Youtai dead and Xiao Yan fallen, Master Fang Yi is now the foremost cultivator of this generation in Xuan Yang Mountain.

He suppressed his envy and remotely sensed the aura of the fishermen in the Yellow River and Huai River basins.

"Old man, fortunes change, and now that Master Fang has risen to power, you've lost your backer."

When it came time for us to settle the score, I'd been eyeing the female Jade-striped Snowfish and the stone crab from Clear Water Stream for a long time.

"If I don't squeeze some oil out of you, how can I justify your past arrogance and domineering ways?"
Afterwards, the Yu family took charge among the Yu, Tan, and Huang families.

As they were both from families at the foot of Xuanyang Mountain, Yu Feihong had no intention of driving Huang Huaiyu into a corner.

Just as Huang Huaiyu, when he had the upper hand thanks to Yan Youtai, was also eyeing the Yu family's mine, he left himself room to maneuver.

After all, there are more than ten fake Core Formation cultivators in Qingkong Cliff, and they are all direct descendants of Xuan Yang.

Only when the three parties work together can they have enough say.

Hanhai Pavilion.

On the rooftop terrace, carved railings and jade steps lead to lush green bamboo swaying in the wind.

"Gulu."

Steam rose from the jade pot, filling the air with the aroma of tea. With a flick of Fang Yi's fingertip, the crystal-clear spring water fell into four teacups.

"Try this Meishan Oolong tea, a rare and precious third-grade spiritual tea."

"If the cultivators from Tianji Peak in Qingkong Cliff hadn't lost power, Junior Brother Gongni wouldn't have been willing to part with this offering from a Grand Master."

"Zi Liu!"

Fan Dacheng didn't stand on ceremony. He gripped the teacup with his thick fingers and poured the scalding tea into his mouth.

Feeling a cool sensation rising in his soul, as if the turbid blood he had been tainted by had been temporarily suppressed.

He exclaimed with admiration, "Excellent tea!"

'It seems Da Cheng's success is just as I predicted.'

In less than half a century, from the early stage of Foundation Establishment to the condensation of a pseudo-core, Fang Yi sensed a familiar scent and a method that seemed familiar before.

'The inheritance of the Corpse Path, and its essence is not inferior'

Watching Qin Yu and Li Heng drink tea with proper manners, like upright gentlemen, his gaze fell on Huo Zhao, who was gulping it down.

After a brief pause, Fang Yi spoke.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er, Heng'er, I have something for you to do."

"Master, please give me your orders!"

"Rest assured, Master, I will do my utmost."

"Disciple obeys Master's decree"
Looking at his three disciples, a glint of malice flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. It was time to settle old scores.

"I will lift the restrictions on the outer city afterwards, and Huang Huaiyu will surely escape."

"You three follow me and wipe out the Huang family of Qingshuijian. The spoils will be your resources for forming your core in the future."

"Destroy the whole family?"

Qin Yu frowned slightly and spoke.

“Master, Yunhe Island has not been destroyed. Although Huang Huaiyu deserves to die, he is ultimately just a fake Dan Master.”

The Huang family of Qingshuijian also has more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Isn't such a massacre of an entire family a waste of talent?

"Huh?" Huo Zhao's pupils widened as he stared at Qin Yu as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this the same gentle and caring senior brother he used to be?
How could you so easily order the extermination of an entire family and clan?
The Huang family of Qingshuijian has a total population of nearly 10,000.

"Senior Brother Qin?"

Li Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the beautiful concubine he had given to Qi Jie last time.

He had prepared a beautiful concubine, but twelve more ended up in the room. His senior brother must have done a great deal of work. Fang Yi looked at Qin Yu, who bore a resemblance to himself, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

He was cunning, ruthless, and respectful to his master—the ideal disciple for him.

After a moment's thought, he offered a suggestion.

"Yunhe Island doesn't need to be taken so quickly; some key figures haven't all arrived yet."

"The White Bone Sect?"

Did the two sect masters, Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, perish at Youguan Pass?

Qin Yu understood immediately, and after a moment of contemplation, he had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

"That's right, it's related to the White Bone Sect."

Fang Yi was increasingly satisfied with Qin Yu. A ray of spiritual light swept across his fingertip, and three streams of energy fell into his hand.

Sensing the pure vitality of the wood element within the energy flow, he nodded slightly.

"Yu'er and Heng'er are both at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, not far from Core Formation."

Furthermore, your cultivation of the [Spiritual Root Ascension True Chapter] is progressing rapidly, nearing completion, and you are not far from refining your Dao Foundation. Zhao'er, you must not neglect your [Two-Nine Profound Technique].”

Even if Yunhe Island is destroyed, the battle between the sect and Biyue Pavilion is not over yet.

Moreover, it is highly likely that the situation will escalate further, so it is advisable to prepare early for breaking through to the Core Formation stage.

This game of chess has only just begun.

"Just beginning?!"

Qin Yu was startled, and Huo Zhao and Li Heng's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Since the start of the battle, two Core Formation Realm cultivators, Yan Youtai and Xiao Yan, have fallen at Xuan Yang Mountain, while Miao Yun, Yu Hongzi, and the Four-Winged Feathered Serpent have fallen at Bi Shui Ge.
Five Core Formation Realm experts have perished, and all of them were top-tier figures.

The remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators and Qi Refining cultivators have already suffered over ten thousand casualties, with blood flowing like a river.

This devastation was only the beginning.
"Master."

Qin Yu felt a dryness in his throat, and a terrifying guess surfaced in his mind.

"Shh!"

Fang Yi raised his index finger and said softly:
"Yu'er, Zhao'er, Heng'er, there is not much time left, so cultivate diligently."
The water-based spiritual vein of the Huang family's land in Qingshuijian has been nurtured for over 340 years, making it one of the top spiritual veins among quasi-third-tier spiritual veins.

This is enough for the three of you to cultivate the final step of the "True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension".

Time is precious, don't waste it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and before the three disciples could respond, a blue spiritual light swept them up and landed them outside the Hanhai Pavilion.

Qin Yu gazed at the rooftop terrace, where two figures appeared and disappeared, and his eyes closed slightly.

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Huo, it's time for us to set off."

Hanhai Pavilion.

Fang Yi stood by the terrace, the wind blowing fiercely, his moon-white robes rustling loudly.

He watched the three disciples depart, his eyes filled with inscrutable thoughts. His gaze lingered on Huo Zhao for a moment, and he murmured to himself.

The game between the gatekeeper and the Biyue Pavilion is not far from its crucial moment.

"We're about to slay the dragon, Yu'er, Heng'er, and Zhao'er, don't let me down."

'Without advancing to the Core Formation stage, one is not even qualified to understand the game; one is utterly useless.'

'As disciples of a master, we have no need for useless people.'

A quarter of an hour later.

Sensing the five pseudo-elixir energies one after another, Fang Yi left Qingkong Cliff and closed his eyes slightly.

"Yu Feihong?"

With many hidden agendas, the three companies are preparing to join forces to increase their bargaining power.

If time is short to destroy Cloud Island, then I'll let you succeed.

Unfortunately, in this game of chess, the fake alchemist was merely a pawn.

"Ah, that's fine too."

This is a good opportunity to establish authority and prepare a weapon for later integrating the fake cultivators of Tianji Peak.

Fang Yi composed himself and looked at the burly cultivator dressed in hemp robes.

What are Da Cheng's plans?
Your timely assistance helped me stabilize my cultivators; your contribution is considerable.

"I can bestow upon you elixirs, talismans, and the inheritance of third-tier cultivation techniques, all in the name of my sect."

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Fang, but..."
No need.

Fan Dacheng's eyes were clear. If it were any other time, he could have obtained such precious spiritual objects and cultivation techniques.

They will be overjoyed!

But now, he shook his head slightly.

"To be honest, Brother Fang, you and Senior Brother Green Snake worked together to heal my hidden injuries and restore a significant portion of my lifespan."

After that, in order to break through my current realm, I went to the territory of the White Bone Sect.

After all, in terms of body refinement cultivation, only the White Bone Sect possesses a relatively complete lineage, given the high quality of the raw materials used to refine the White Bone Demon God.

"Unfortunately, although I ultimately achieved my goal and successfully broke through to a higher realm, it also..."

Fan Dacheng made no attempt to conceal himself, extending his left hand with a crimson aura of corpse energy swirling around his rough fingers.

"Ever since I broke through to the next realm, I've had a vague longing for Lishan. I'm most likely being tricked by that old monster."

"In ten years at most, I will be unable to suppress my urge to go to Mount Li."

"Brother Fang, you don't need to take care of me. You can leave any dangerous or difficult work to me."

While Da Cheng is still of use, I hope he can serve as a stepping stone on Brother Fang's path to immortality, to repay your kindness over the years.

Looking at Fan Dacheng, one sees a resolute determination in his eyes, a resolve that transcends life and death.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then flicked his index finger, condensing the power of withering and flourishing into azure silk.

"call out!"

Like a silkworm spinning silk, the azure silk entered Fan Dacheng's body, which was completely unprepared and deliberately suppressed its instinct to retaliate.

Azure silk threads traveled through the meridians and acupoints of the body, sensing the changes in the cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit.
"Buzz!"

A wisp of pure blood corpse energy was extracted and fell into Fang Yi's palm.

"My magic power, soul, and nascent core were all eroded by the alien energy."

"You were able to suppress it for ten years, which already shows you have an exceptional talent for body refinement guidance."

Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly, his mind racing.

【Li Shan】.
The Blood Corpse Sect, a major Nascent Soul sect, was located three thousand years ago and may be related to the ancient Yin Domain.

The area is rich in Yin energy and produces many spiritual objects such as Yin, Netherworld, Soul, and Universe, all of which are of great benefit to him.

Fan Dacheng is quite skilled, and has excellent talent in body refinement. If he can use this to make a move, it will greatly benefit his path in cultivation.

He composed himself, and the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade in his sleeve released magical power, a faint blue blade light appearing.

"Buzz!"

The azure blade gleamed with a chilling light, yet under the influence of the withering and flourishing magic, it transformed into long, thin, ghostly threads.

"laugh!"

The ghostly threads shot out, entered the soul, and evolved into a killing and demonic aura.

With a fierce and murderous intent, a blood-red Daoist aura severed from Fan Dacheng's soul.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, sensing the decline of the blood corpse's Dao aura.

"There is always a way out. I will temporarily suppress the Blood Corpse Dao Aura."

Dacheng, you should cultivate diligently and not be impatient. Wait for me to advance further in my cultivation.

"This
How is this possible?!

Feeling a lightness in his soul, the Daoist aura that had troubled him for over a decade dimmed, and the allure of Mount Li greatly diminished.
Although Fan Dacheng's spirit was injured and his vital energy was weakened, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Brother Fang's cultivation has advanced to this level?!" He exclaimed in astonishment.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, ordering Fan Dacheng to step down and recuperate, then activated a decree in his hand.

The blood corpse's Daoist aura erodes the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, leaving even ordinary Core Formation cultivators helpless.

But for him, it was simply a matter of specializing in one's own field and returning to his old profession.

"Disciples of Xuan Yang, in accordance with my decree, shall attack Yunhe Island the following day."

"boom!"

Amidst the rising winds and surging clouds, a majestic warship descended, its flames swirling around it, a sight that shook the very soul.

"Yes, we obey!"

As beams of spiritual light rose, the already prepared cultivators rushed to descend onto the ship.

With the victory over Miao Yun as a precedent, the cultivators in Qingkong Cliff were full of confidence, and Yunhe Island could not stop Fang Yi!
(End of this chapter)