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

Chapter 800: Battle Leads to Core Formation, Gift of Treasures and Lingering Fragrance

"Buzz!"

The starlight shimmered within his sleeve, and Fang Yi frowned slightly as he stood up from the cloud bed.

"Five Flowers, acting on the orders of Heaven's Defect and Red Eyebrow Prince, have come here."

"Strange, Qing Sui is still alive. What is the sect plotting now?"

His lips moved, then transformed into a pale blue light and disappeared into the night.

Inside the cave carved from sandalwood on a ship, a spiritual fire licked the bottom of a pot, the broth bubbling and the aroma of meat wafting from the Five Delicacies Pot.

Xiao Changce, shirtless, twitched his ears slightly, paused with the small golden knife he was using to slice meat, and blood dripped down the blade into the pot.

"Wu Hua, acting on the orders of Chi Mei and Tian Que, has arranged to meet Fang Yi?"

His eyes were slightly closed, and he murmured softly:

"What's meant to happen will happen eventually. This matter can only be resolved by Fang Yi and Wu Hua."

Ajiu's figure swayed, her jade-colored snake scales reflecting the firelight, and her ruby-like eyes were filled with doubt.

"What exactly is going on? Chang Ce, shouldn't you get involved?"

“Ah Jiu, a Nascent Soul sect cannot have a fake Core Formation cultivator as its leader; it must be at least a Great True Person.”

Xiao Changce's expression was complicated as he whispered:
"You tell me, now that Martial Uncle Red Eyebrows has successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm, who will be the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain?"

"The fact that Fang Yi can compete fairly is already because of his impeccable family background and the legacy of Master Guang Sheng."

If it were the two True Immortals, Hu Lei and Jiu Han, they would have been taught a lesson by the Great True Immortal before they even made a move.

"Isn't that Great Master bullying the weak?" The exquisite jade snake swayed its tail and flicked its tongue.

"They are all fellow disciples; if they were demons, they would share the same bloodline. This is going too far."

“A-Jiu possesses the bloodline of the Twin-Headed Flame Dragon, and her clan is rare, numbering no more than five. Naturally, she values ​​friendship highly.”

Ordinary demons of the same lineage don't usually show this kind of friendship.

Xiao Changce murmured softly:
"My Xuan Yang Ancestral Hall has accumulated over a thousand years of experience and possesses a vast heritage. It has a superior magic treasure to suppress its power and the regalia of a Grand Master as its backing."

"It's not like a Core Formation cultivator can just stage an accident to inflate their own status."

"The big bullies the small?"

He snorted coldly: "Only if Hu Lei, Jiu Han, and other elders are involved can it be considered bullying the weak."

With a wave of his sleeve, Xiao Changce unleashed a crimson spiritual light that surged forth like mist, enveloping the ship.

Even if the three branches of Xuanyang are fighting fiercely among themselves, it's not for the off-branch masters to laugh at them.

Three thousand miles away, the desolate mountains were silent, and a splash of red stood out conspicuously.

Beneath the ancient tree.

A young cultivator, clad in a cloud-patterned robe, possessed a lithe and agile physique, his eyes sharp and cold like those of a hawk.

He was surrounded by a golden aura, his magical power was pure, and his cultivation at the third level of the Core Formation stage was not concealed at all.

"Xuan Yang Mountain and Tian Dao Dock are enemies. If Gou Peng helps me like this, what will Tian Chen Sheng Zhenren do if he finds out?"
A True Immortal of the Sect Master level is not someone a mere False Core cultivator like myself can afford to offend.

Wu Hua sat atop a tree, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling with spring-like light, her long, slender legs crossed, gazing languidly at the fierce-looking cultivator.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, who has come to support Biyue Pavilion, I have prepared a generous gift for you."

Whether you can accept this generous gift depends on your abilities.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, making Chen Goupeng feel weak in the knees, his face filled with infatuation, and his eyes were filled with rapture.

"You can rest assured, Wu Hua. The clan leader values ​​me the most, and I will be in charge of the clan's most treasured artifacts from now on."

As long as you abandon darkness and embrace the light, we will never make things difficult for you. At that time, we will be Daoist partners, living happily ever after.

'coming?'

Sensing the vigorous vitality in the distance, Wu Hua stretched lazily, her figure alluring, her eyes gleaming.

"I want to see why Fang Yi is valued by the old man and Uncle Tianque."

The position of sect leader, which should have been mine, was simply handed over like this.

A few moments.

As the azure light descended, Fang Yi gazed at the beautiful female cultivator atop the treetop, a stark contrast to her previous appearance, now radiating captivating charm.

Her raven-black hair was half-draped, and she was wrapped in a crimson silk gauze. A black belt tied around her slender waist, which could be encircled by a single hand, and her bare ankles hung down in a captivating manner.

Her beauty is tinged with a touch of heroism; every gesture she makes stirs a tingling sensation in one's heart, igniting a desire to conquer.

Having cultivated for two lifetimes, how vast must his knowledge be?

The sisters are so beautiful they could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers; the daughter of a noble family whose beauty could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky; the enchanting fox spirit; the boneless snake woman; and the crystalline clam demon.
Even so, the five women who fully showcased their charm can still rank in the top three.

Fang Yi's eyes were clear. He bowed respectfully and spoke in a deep voice:

"Senior Sister Wuhua, it's been a long time. What brings you here?"

Flames flickered in Wu Hua's eyes, and a fragrance like orchids wafted from her body as she silently swept towards Fang Yi.

"Ok?"

She sensed a medicinal aura blocking the fragrance, and looked at Fang Yi, who was clear-headed but still wary.

An interest flickered in her eyes, then tears welled up, and her alluring voice captivated the heart.

"It was this Fang Yi who acted recklessly and forced me to marry him as a concubine."

Gou Peng, you must stand up for me.

"Don't worry, Wuhua, I will definitely stand up for you."

Seeing the beauty weep, like Xi Shi clutching her heart, Chen Goupeng felt a sudden surge of anger, his eyes turning bloodshot like a bull in heat.

"Fang Yi, I have long admired your name, and I would like to ask you for some guidance."

Don't think that just because you used the power of the formation to kill Miaoyun, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me!

A gilded throwing knife emerged from the sleeve like a fish swimming out, its six protective auras gleaming brilliantly: [Armor Breaker], [Gold Sharpener], and [Mysterious Peak].

With a flick of his fingertips, the gilded sword trembled and clanged, its blade capable of slicing through hair with a single blow, gleaming with a chilling light as it slashed down.

"Wow!"

The Azure Lotus Banner was raised, and the banner moved without wind, creating ripples that transformed into lotus flowers that held up the gilded sword.

Fang Yi frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "What does Senior Sister Wu Hua mean by this?"

"Master Fang, please stop pressuring me. Gou Peng and I are mutually in love, and I truly do not wish to."

Wu Hua's lips curled slightly, gleaming with a reddish light, and the fragrance of orchids intensified.

"Fang Yi!
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me!"

Seeing his beloved being bullied, Chen Goupeng was consumed by rage, and the Pure Pearl in his Purple Mansion, which was enveloped in the fragrance of orchids, shattered completely.

As he completely lost his reason, he made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and a chilling blade flashed across his palm, leaving a trail of blood.

"The gilded God-Slaying Blade, by imperial decree!"

"Zheng!"

The gilded longsword surged with immense power, its golden aura surging and tearing through the protective blue lotus banner, aiming to slash at Fang Yi's head.

Feeling goosebumps rise on his skin, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"It seems that unless I deal with Chen Goupeng, Senior Sister Wuhua won't have a proper conversation with me."
"Fine, it'll just be a lot of work anyway."

A spirit banner rose, surrounded by verdant spiritual light, with five colors of spiritual light—blue, red, black, white, and yellow—swirling within it.

Fang Yi did not activate his wondrous magical powers, but instead held up the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his palm and smashed it down with a backhand.

"boom!"

The power of the grotto-heaven flowed, like a meteor falling to earth, streaking across the starry sky, and the verdant banner crashed down.

"clang!"

The gilded sword struck back and forth, causing the blade to tremble violently and its luster to dim.

"Crack!"

A thin black crack appeared on the blade and continued to spread.

"not good!"

Chen Goupeng's expression changed slightly, a faint stinging pain came from his soul, and he said in disbelief.

"They're both at the third level of Core Formation. Even with the help of a high-grade treasure banner, how could they possibly be defeated in a single blow?"
A single blow severely damaged the gilded sword?

"It's really troublesome."

Fang Yi muttered something under his breath, and lotus light flowed beneath his feet as he disappeared.

In an instant, he appeared behind Chen Goupeng, his long, slender fingers reaching out. "Pfft!"

A bluish light emanated from his fingertips, instantly piercing the chest of the robust cultivator. The fragrance of medicine wafted through the air, transforming into chains that pierced through all the acupoints on Chen Goupeng's body.

"Woo!"

Accompanied by excruciating pain in his soul, the fragrance of medicine washed away the pain, and Chen Goupeng's mind returned to clarity.

Ignoring Fang Yi, who had severely injured him, her horrified gaze fell upon the smiling female cultivator.

"Witch, don't come any closer."
Don't come any closer.

The Daoist successor carefully nurtured by Tian Dao Wu, for reasons unknown, suffered a complete collapse of his Daoist heart.

"Giggle!"

The Five-Flower Immortal moved with light, lotus-like steps, surrounded by crimson clouds, ignoring Chen Goupeng.

"Are you satisfied with this generous gift from Junior Brother Fang and Senior Sister Fang?"

"Thank you for your help, Senior Sister Wuhua. If Yunhe Island gains another Core Formation cultivator, the difficulty of killing Qing Sui cultivators will increase significantly."

Fang Yi flicked out three streams of magical power from his five fingers, which transformed into azure silk threads that probed into Chen Goupeng's head, dantian, heart, and acupoints throughout his body.

A moment later, he understood.

"Chen Goupeng has been completely lost, and he cannot even activate 60% of his cultivation."

And that gilded flying knife magic weapon was already severely damaged; it must have been Senior Sister Wuhua's doing.

The Five Flower Immortal ignored Chen Goupeng, whom the Heavenly Blade Dock had carefully nurtured, and instead looked at Fang Yi with great interest.

"Junior brother, when did you realize that Chen Goupeng was bewitched by me?"
"This Core Formation cultivator from Heavenly Blade Valley is not so easy to deal with unless one can overcome all odds with brute force."

"Using Qi to cultivate the Dao, spiritual fragrance reaches the heavens."

Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he was surrounded by the fragrance of medicine, which once again blocked the faint scent that was coming from the shadows.

"I never imagined that Senior Sister Wuhua would be a Spirit Incense Master?"

Before the incense burner is lit, the incense has already burned out, silently sending off the impermanent and the dead without anyone knowing.

She infused her every gesture with spiritual fragrance, and her mastery of incense had already reached the upper level of the third rank.

No wonder my Martial Uncle Red Eyebrows bestowed the Crimson Dragon Incense Burner upon my Senior Sister.

His eyes were deep and thoughtful as he sighed:
"A gluttonous chef, a diviner, a master of incense, and a near-grandmaster of artifact crafting—this sect truly harbors hidden talents."

"Junior Brother Fang underestimated himself. He is a mid-grade third-level spiritual healer, and he has accumulated this much knowledge with the cultivation of the third level of Core Formation."

Such achievements truly make one a first-rate talent.

A hint of appreciation appeared in Wu Hua Zhenren's eyes. At her level, the position of Great Zhenren was within reach.

The reason for not breaking through is not because they are stuck in a bottleneck or unable to break through, but because they are afraid of provoking the reaction of the Zoroastrian heart-burning glass mirror.

This led to the intervention of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

While the position of sect leader is beneficial, it would be acceptable if it could help cultivate a great spiritual healer within the sect.

"Uncle-Master Tianque's insight is as sharp as ever. I can understand why the old man has gone to such lengths to support Junior Brother Fang Yi."

"Tsk, junior brother has such talent, he deserves the sect's support."

'As expected, Chi Meizi's weapon-forging skills have reached the near-fourth level.'

Fang Yi's eyes gleamed as he noted down the newly acquired intelligence.

With a wave of his flowing sleeves, two beams of spiritual light enveloped a jade talisman, and a Dharma platform descended.

"Buzz!"

As the spiritual light dissipated, a precious radiance soared into the sky, stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

She reached out her delicate hand, transforming a fragrant scent into a gauze curtain, effortlessly suppressing the soaring light and surging spiritual tide.

"This is?!"

Fang Yi's eyes shone brightly as he sensed two pure and ancient auras.

A precious talisman surrounded by fire and flowing rainbow light outlined the silhouette of a fire raven spreading its wings.

A dilapidated altar, more than half collapsed, stood four stories high and was forged from dark spirit iron. Strange witchcraft script crawled on the altar like insects.

"Top-tier escape talisman? A lineage of witchcraft?"

"good!
Uncle-Master Tianque and the old man really went all out this time; hopefully Junior Brother Fang won't disappoint them.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she repeated meaningfully, "It's best not to disappoint them."

She immediately unleashed a crimson glow, enveloping the two treasures, and propelled them forward ten zhang.

"The Fire Path Escape Talisman and the Fire Crow Transformation Rainbow Treasure Talisman are not treasure talismans that have just entered the third rank of superior grade."

It was a top-tier escape talisman that the old man had painstakingly refined, ranking at the peak of the third-tier superior grade, just one step away from advancing to the near fourth-tier.

A Core Formation cultivator can travel a thousand miles in ten instants, enough to save their life even against a Grandmaster.

With this as a trump card, even if Yu Yuanzi launches a surprise attack, his junior brother can still escape unscathed.

As for this altar

The Five-Flower Immortal's face showed a look of reminiscence as he whispered, "The Blood Witch Platform is a lineage of ancient witchcraft and medicine."

Uncle Tianque had been searching for a successor for a long time, but unexpectedly, it was you, Junior Brother, who benefited from it.

Unlike the way of spiritual medicine, which emphasizes sacrifice and spirituality, the way of spiritual medicine emphasizes the properties of medicine, with the principles of harmony between the body and its practitioners.

The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.

"If Junior Brother Fang can digest this fourth-tier witchcraft medicine inheritance, it will be enough for you to advance to the upper third tier of spiritual medicine, and even reach the near fourth tier."

"Fang Yi, once your spiritual healing path reaches the third-tier superior level, as one of our own, I have an opportunity to share with you."

Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan also prepared gifts, but only on the condition that you could reach the level of a sect leader.

"Don't disappoint me."
"Da Yun, there are ultimately too few cultivators who can discuss the Dao."

The crimson haze flashed by, and after confirming that Fang Yi was qualified to be included in the Pure Yang Scroll, the Five Flowers departed in an instant.

Chen Goupeng's life and all his possessions were spared.

The lingering melody and alluring female voice echoed.

"This Chen Goupeng will be given to my junior brother as compensation. Tiandaowu has limited strength and has lost a Core Formation True Person."

It is already difficult to spare any cultivators to support the Azure Water Pavilion.

Junior brother, you may devote all your efforts to plotting against the White Bone Sect's Green Marrow, as instructed by Martial Uncle Tianque.

"After Qing Sui's death, the White Bone Sect inherited the White Bone Demon God for a thousand years, which can be used by my junior brother to refine the inherited puppet array of the Green Wood Palace."
If you don't want the White Bone Demon God, the old man is willing to reforge that superior-grade Yin Soul White Bone Sword for your junior brother's self-defense.

Watching Chen Goupeng secretly channeling his magic power, preparing for a life-or-death struggle, the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner was unfurled.

The crimson corpse energy swept it into the withered and flourishing small cave.

"Capturing a True Person at the third level of Core Formation alive, Wu Hua certainly has a grand scheme to pull off."

"And this spiritual fragrance..."

Gazing at the crimson glow that had appeared out of nowhere, enveloping three sticks of incense, Fang Yi reached out and scooped them up with his five fingers.

The fragrance fell into his palm, and he used his withered and flourishing magical power to sense the rich medicinal properties within the fragrance.

"A mid-grade, third-tier spirit-nourishing incense?"

Without any hidden tricks, its quality is top-notch among its peers. Was it left for my cultivation of the Puppet Path?

Fang Yi's expression was strange. He had thought he was going to have a fight with Wu Hua, but he hadn't expected this.
Wu Hua's personality is similar to Tian Que Zi's.

"However, all of this is predicated on the premise that I possess the value to potentially attain the position of a Great True Person."

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi gathered the Blood Altar into his sleeve. He was not blinded by the sudden benefit.

He knew the unspoken subtext of Wu Hua, Tian Que, and even Chi Mei Zi.

Killing Qing Sui proves his ability, and naturally, he will receive continuous benefits and support.

Xuan Yang Mountain needs a leader like this!

But if it can't be done
Any benefits gained must be returned tenfold or a hundredfold.
One month later.

On the Earth Phoenix Pavilion, at the Flying Bird Pavilion.

A white bone talisman on his waist vibrated, and an eerie chant echoed as Fang Yi awoke from his comprehension of the Blood Witch Altar.

"Has the blue marrow finally arrived?"

Crimson Bodhi Branch, White Bone Demon God, and more resources from within the sect to support them.
"I have been waiting for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)