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

Chapter 808 Each Summons a True Person, Testing the Waters

Jiuquan Mountain

A towering peak rises abruptly from the midst of a continuous mountain range, lush with vegetation. A silver waterfall cascades down from the summit, creating a misty atmosphere, and a magnificent pavilion with carved railings appears and disappears in the mist.

Wow!
Azure mists gather, crystal-clear springs flow gently, and a hundred miles away, a figure in apricot-yellow robes flutters as they tread upon the long river, each step creating a lotus blossom.

In the blink of an eye, she stopped before the forbidden area of ​​Jiuquan Mountain.

"arrive."

Ruan Xiang, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe and holding a jade ruler, exuded authority without anger.

"Xuanzhi, Yufengzi, Yunhui, come to see me at once!"

The muffled, thunderous words echoed through the rolling mountains, causing the grass and branches to rustle and startling the cultivators in the Nine Springs Mountain.

Nestled among the mountains, there lies a deep, spiritually rich pool of clear water. Yun Huizi, clad in a brown robe with cloud patterns, sits cross-legged on a large blue stone beside the pool, holding a precious pearl from the secluded spring.

"The support from the pavilion has finally arrived. With a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator as our support, we can hold Jiuquan Mountain."

She exhaled a breath of stale air, her tense mind easing. The battle on Yunhe Island had left a deep shadow, with Qing Sui killed and Fang Yi defeated in a direct confrontation.

Now that Ruan Xiang has come to support us, it is enough to reduce the pressure brought by Fang Yi by 30%.

"However, who is in charge of Nine Springs Mountain is still a matter to be considered."

"What's there to fuss about?" The azure water shimmered, a pale yellow dress swept by, and a blurry figure emerged from the edge of the deep pool.

"who!"

Yun Hui sensed the familiar aura, her brows furrowed slightly, her magical power flowed continuously, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes as if she hadn't heard anything. The water rippled in the Nether Spring Pearl in her hand as she unleashed her full power.

'The control over Nine Springs Mountain involves enormous benefits and must not be easily relinquished. I am a Golden Core cultivator with a bright future ahead of me. Under Master Yu Yuan, I can contend with anyone!'

"Ok?"

On the large blue stone, Ruan Xiang frowned slightly, exuding an air of authority without anger, then her eyes turned slightly cold.

She and Yun Huizi were not only from the same school, but also blood relatives. They had met dozens of times before Yun Huizi formed her core, and she had already released her cultivation aura.
Is Ruan Yunhui trying to challenge me and seize control of Jiuquan Mountain?

Nonsense!

Having suffered defeat after defeat at the hands of Qingyangzi Fang Yi, losing Yunhe Island and Qingkong Cliff in succession, he still dares to dream of seizing power and profit?!

Ruan Xiang's face darkened. He had never cared about the power of Jiuquan Mountain, but now he wanted to teach Yun Hui a lesson so that this member of the clan would not go astray and harm the interests of Biyue Pavilion.

Her slender fingers emerged from her cloud-like sleeves, and the long ruler in her hand gleamed with jade light. With a sound like the tide, the jade ruler left a trail of afterimages as it struck down.

"Ruan Yunhui, this is not how you use a high-grade magic weapon. Let me give you some pointers, junior."

"Oh!"

The beads collided with a dull thud, and the light of the Nether Spring Pearl dimmed, indicating that it was not even a single strike of power.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

"stop!"

Ruan Yunhui's magic surged, and she retreated dozens of steps, leaving more than twenty three-foot-deep footprints on the bluestone road, before suppressing the backlash from the Nether Spring Pearl.

"how is this possible?"

She endured the throbbing pain in her veins and spoke in astonishment, unable to believe it.

'Ruan Xiang usually keeps a low profile, remaining unassuming and almost invisible. How could she possess such cultivation?'

"Junior Sister Yunhui, may I have a proper conversation with you?"

Ruan Xiangyun's sleeves fluttered, and the aura of a True Immortal who had accumulated the power of the Core Formation over many years rose into the sky without any concealment.

The energy surged in layers, like a great river flowing eastward and mountains collapsing, finally landing on Ruan Yunhui, causing her face to turn red, her chest to feel tight, and her steps to falter.

"Everything is up to Senior Sister Ruan Xiang."

The illusory image of the jade ruler was reflected in her pupils. Yun Huizi felt helpless, knowing that the matter of presiding over the cultivators of Jiuquan Mountain had nothing to do with her anymore.

She bowed with her hands clasped, murmuring to herself.

'When did this magical artifact fall into Ruan Xiang's hands? She's usually as still as a wooden sculpture, I never imagined she possessed such profound knowledge.'

Fortunately, Miaoyun is dead, and there are no more Golden Core cultivators in the pavilion to compete with me for the Dao lineage.

"Wow!"

At this moment, three spiritual lights of blue, black, and red descended one after another, and three cultivators stepped out.

Yu Fengzi, clad in tortoise shell, twirls a heavy water droplet in his hand; Xuanzhi, with her graceful figure, carries a green vine medicine basket on her back; Shen Hong, tall and imposing, bows her head in respect.

Has the dust settled?

'They actually subdued Master Yunhui so quickly?'

'Ruan Xiang truly lives up to her title as sect leader. With her overseeing Jiuquan Mountain, Qingyangzi and Fang Yi are nothing to fear.'

The three bowed respectfully, their faces showing reverence, but each had their own thoughts swirling in their minds.

"We pay our respects to the Sect Master. May Senior Sister Ruan have abundant opportunities and a long and prosperous path in the Dao!"

"Ok!"

Ruan Xiang nodded slightly, and saw several transmission talismans streak across the sky, bypassing layers of magical restrictions, and fall into Jiuquan Mountain.

"A transmission talisman?"

This is one of our secret agents stationed in Baiyangze. What urgent message has arrived?

She held the jade talisman between her long, slender fingers, her eyes slightly closed, and her divine sense probed into the talisman to browse its information.

After a moment, her expression hardened slightly, and she said softly:

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi led his cultivators, including two Core Formation True Persons and over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, to attack Jiuquan Mountain..."

"The Xuan Yang Mountain warships will arrive outside the mountain in at most half a month. As fellow disciples, we should make plans as soon as possible!"

"He only broke through to the fourth level of Core Formation and won a minor victory, yet he dares to be so arrogant?"

Do you really think my Biyue Pavilion is made of clay?

Ruan Xiang's robes billowed, his face stern, and he commanded in a deep voice, "Xuan Zhi!"

"Disciple is here!" Xuanzhi's spirits lifted, and he stepped forward, cupping his hands in a bow.

"You shall take my decree and open the Nine Springs Mountain Treasury to refine spiritual medicines for restoring magic, healing wounds, and nourishing the spirit, in preparation for the disciples of the Pavilion to suffer injuries in the battle with Xuan Yang Mountain later."

Ruan Xiang patted her storage bag, and a jade-carved sect leader's decree landed in front of Xuan Zhi. She continued, "..."

"Yu Fengzi, you have a great understanding of formations. I brought a Xuan Shui Formation from Qianbo Lake. Go and set it up properly as a supplement to the mountain-protecting formation of Jiuquan Mountain."

"And now, I bestow upon you the Crimson Ginseng, this magical treasure, the Mysterious Gold Armor, to supplement your lack of defensive capabilities."

As the words fell, the seven array flags connected in energy, and a gilded battle armor, emitting a precious light and enveloped in azure water, landed before Yu Fengzi and Can Hong respectively.

Ruan Xiang gazed in the direction of Qingkong Cliff, her eyes icy cold, as if capable of freezing a cultivator's soul.

"The Pavilion has paid a heavy price, and reinforcements will arrive later. You should prepare well and go all out."

Master Yuyuan, with his masterful planning and foresight, had made arrangements long ago; this was not merely to defend Jiuquan Mountain, but rather…

"Spare Fang Yi's life!"

"So what if he killed a Core Formation cultivator from my Azure Water Pavilion? Even with the protection of Xuan Yang Mountain, he will surely be beheaded!"

"Yes! We obey the decree of the Sect Leader!"

On Xuanyang Mountain, the silver moon hangs high, casting its cold light.

Amidst the lush forests and bamboo groves of Chunyang Peak, a spiritual spring murmurs, and occasionally cranes fly about. Spiritual cultivators frequently come and go, carrying spiritual hoes, tending to the spiritual fields under the stars and moon.

In a small courtyard with white walls and black tiles, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense, and a crimson furnace emitted a precious light, stirring up...

Water Element Fruit, Crispy Stone, Bloodwood Ginseng, and other spiritual herbs fell into the furnace one by one. Firebird runes such as Fire Crow, Red Phoenix, and Red Ibis flowed around, refining the spiritual herbs.

"Edict!"

Xu Qingshe's expression was solemn as his ten fingers nimbly formed incantations, blending the medicinal liquid and slowly shaping perfectly round pills.

"cracking!"

The melodious cry of a crane echoed as a graceful, long-feathered crane, known as the Azure Sky Crane, circled above the courtyard cave.

Sensing the familiar, powerful aura, his movements paused slightly. From the bronze ring on his left index finger, an old, illusory figure frowned slightly and spoke telepathically:

"Young Xu, this is Fang Yi's aura."

"Yes, I know."
"Thanks to Senior Brother Fang's reminder decades ago, otherwise, given the current situation in the Great Yun Dynasty and the incompetence of Core Formation cultivators, I would have suffered a great loss."

Surrounded by flames, Xu Qingshe unleashed his final pill-gathering technique, causing the furnace to tremble and the fragrance of pills to rise. Seven perfectly round precious pills flew out one after another, their round bodies rolling as they fled in all directions.

"Deterrence!"

With a flick of his sleeves, he summoned a jade bottle, a magical artifact. A powerful suction force emanated from the bottle's opening, drawing in perfectly round pills.

"A mid-grade third-tier precious pill has a 70% success rate." 'Old Chen's' pupils shrank slightly as he praised, "Compared to that terrible cultivation aptitude, young Xu, your talent in alchemy is truly top-tier."
"After accumulating another 60 years, I can prepare the spiritual medicine to attempt to reach the rank of a third-grade superior alchemy master."

"It's all thanks to Senior Brother Fang's secret guidance beforehand, which allowed me to cultivate the secret techniques of combat. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to snatch these precious medicines from Gray Crow of the White Bone Sect."

Xu Qingshe felt a lingering fear. He reached out and dispelled the magical restriction, unleashing a burst of crimson magic power. The Azure Sky Transmission Crane transformed into a transmission talisman and fell to the ground.

He probed the communication talisman with his divine sense, multitasking as he murmured to himself.

"That old man has a foul mouth and offends people everywhere, yet he's still alive. His ability to fight is truly exceptional."
During our previous battle, I joined forces with that newly arrived rogue cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage, the [Blood Soul] True Person. If it weren't for my cultivation of the [Burning Flame Technique], I might not have even been able to save my life, let alone this third-tier precious medicine.

"Tsk, the past sixty years in the Great Yun Dynasty have been quite eventful. Among the six forces, Xuan Yang Mountain, Bi Shui Pavilion, White Bone Sect, and Heavenly Blade Dock have all made their moves."

Old Chen's eyes closed slightly, and he warned in a hoarse voice:
"Young Xu, you must be careful. You are only a pawn in the game. You are only at the third level of Core Formation and you are not afraid of mid-stage Core Formation cultivators."

Those sect leaders or mid-stage Core Formation cultivators wielding high-grade magic weapons all have the ability to severely injure you.”

"Ok?"

Xu Qingshe tightened his grip on the jade talisman, his expression changed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he put away the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

"What happened?" 'Old Chen' looked puzzled. "You've put away the Heaven and Earth Furnace, and you still have a batch of Ice Soul Suppressing Pills that you haven't refined yet."

"Senior Brother Fang wants to invite me to go to the underworld to help with the fight."

Without the slightest hesitation, a streak of crimson light sped away from the Chunyang Peak cave.

Without the slightest hesitation, he continuously channeled his magical power.

"The Ice Soul Suppressing Pill can be refined later, at most losing 20-30% of its medicinal properties. However, Senior Brother Fang's matter cannot be delayed."

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, the icy blue light darted through the clouds at breakneck speed.

"Telephone?"

"Whose communication talisman could find my trace even in the gale-force winds?"

With her slender hand reaching out, Yang Cai'er retrieved a jade talisman from the belly of the Azure Sky Communication Crane. She wore a plain white robe and a gleaming jade bracelet on her wrist.

Her features were piercing, like an ancient ice plain, with wisps of icy spiritual energy swirling around her, making her appear proud and aloof from the cold.

Her gaze swept over the transmission talisman, sensing its familiar aura—vigorous and enduring, like a graceful ancient tree. Yang Cai'er's icy gaze softened slightly, replaced by a touch of warmth.

"Brother Fang's communication talisman?"

A slight surprise appeared in her eyes, and her divine sense quickly surged into the jade talisman, rapidly scanning the transmitted messages.

"Nine Springs Mountain?"

The icy blue light paused briefly, then its energy surged, increasing its speed by more than 50%, and it fled towards Jiuquan Mountain.

Ten days later, the sun shone brightly, casting golden rays upon the sky.

The spirit bird runes on the Earth Phoenix Ship flowed and condensed, transforming into huge wings that vibrated, generating a strong wind that propelled the ship forward.

On the rooftop of the ship, on the ornately decorated terrace, several asparagus ferns, all green and delicate, swayed gently.

Looking at the undulating mountain range, one can vaguely see the silhouette of Jiuquan Mountain rising from the ground.

"Coming"

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, gazing at the approaching mountain shadows, his eyes gleaming.

When Xuan Yang Mountain and Bi Shui Pavilion clashed, a sufficient number of cultivators fought, using human fortune to obscure heavenly fortune, so that Chi Meizi could form his Nascent Soul.

Therefore, leading his cultivators in a bloody battle against the Azure Water Pavilion was inevitable.
However, whether he can gain enough benefits and obtain enough spiritual herbs during the attack on [Nine Springs Mountain] depends on his own abilities.

Fang Yi looked at Hu Lei and Xiao Changce sitting opposite him and said in a deep voice:

"With the Nine Springs Mountain approaching, the Azure Water Pavilion will do everything in its power to protect this top-grade medicinal herb field. We will proceed accordingly afterward."

Above the carved and jade-painted terrace, a misty spiritual light flowed, and magical barriers such as soundproofing, blocking movement, and restricting energy flowed, separating the inside from the outside like a spider web.

On the deck of a high-rise ship.

More than ten pseudo-Dan masters, as well as the Xuan Yang Nine Sons, including Zhu Huan, Huang Daiyue, and Meng Lingxuan, who were expected to condense their cores, had already gathered. All eyes were drawn to the terrace, but they were blocked by the magical restrictions.

Many cultivators craned their necks in anticipation, wondering who would speak, and a sense of unease crept in.

"Fellow disciples, do you know what the sect leader is planning?"
Having lost two third-tier spiritual lands, Azure Sky Cliff and Cloud Island, the Azure Water Pavilion will never retreat again.

Time passed slowly, and half a day later, Fang Yi had already disappeared without a trace on the terrace.

Xiao Changce and Hu Lei exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Master Hu Lei, a burly man clad in a purple robe, exclaimed, "The younger generation is truly formidable!"

"Truly, the younger generation is formidable, Junior Brother Xiao. You've gotten a great deal from Fang Yi."

"Unfortunately, he was too ambitious."

Xiao Changce's lips curled up, his eyes filled with a deep smile, and he said leisurely, "Who would have thought that my disciple actually intends to seize Jiuquan Mountain, rather than just grab a piece and leave?"
That's the most prized sacred land in Jiuquan Mountain, the land that Biyue Pavilion values ​​most!

"However, the plan has a chance of success." Master Hu Lei's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire body surrounded by lightning. "Senior Brother Chang Ce, let's prepare with all our might."

"Not to be missed!"

The following evening, dark clouds covered the sky, with occasional glimmers of starlight.

"arrive!"

Runes flowed on the Earth Phoenix Ship, and the wings surrounded by gale-force winds dissipated. At the same time, the Thunder-Calling Immortal, who had been preparing for a long time, made his move, and the two Thousand-Pound Hammers were gathered together, their bodies surrounded by dark thunder runes.

A crimson flame pearl, stirring up waves of heat, also hurtled towards Mount Jiuquan.

Inside the quiet room of the ship.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the altar, channeling his magical power to conjure several image-recording mirrors that reflected the changes in the Qi (vital energy) within Jiuquan Mountain.

"Let me see which assassins the Azure Water Pavilion has prepared."

(End of this chapter)