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

Chapter 823 Bloody Slaughter, Raging Resentment

Bloodtooth resembled a child, clad in a gray-black robe, and toying with a scarlet jewel in his hand.

"Rest assured, Brother Chi Ming, my fellow Daoists Xuan Mei and Gui Yin, along with I, are all willing to lend you a hand."

Xuanmei and Guiyin exchanged a glance, and seeing that the most powerful cultivator, Xuechi Zhenren, had agreed, they also bowed in unison.

"Everything is in accordance with the decree of the Crimson Netherworld Immortal."

"Nephew Fei."

Chi Mingzi let out a soft cry, and a thin figure ran into the main hall.

Fei Xinyuan stared in astonishment at Xuechi, Xuanmei, and Guiyin, his heart filled with shock.

'Where did these three Core Formation cultivators come from?'

"Nephew Fei, take your three fellow Daoists and go down to rest," Chi Mingzi ordered.

"Yes!"

Fei Xinyuan bowed and accepted the order, a look of joy rising in his heart.

With the assistance of these three Core Formation Realm experts, Qingyangzi will be able to easily seize the opportunities at Nine Springs Mountain.
That would be so much easier to handle!

A quarter of an hour later.

In the empty hall, the bronze lamps flickered, and the flickering light elongated the figure of Chi Mingzi, giving off an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

"So many years."

"After all these years, I've finally got this opportunity."

"Buzz!"

The Thousand Cocoon Jar shone brightly, and Chi Mingzi was surrounded by swirling miasma, with wriggling insect patterns forming a poisonous domain.

A phantom image of a spider appeared, with eight scarlet compound eyes, black hair on its legs, and a pale white aura on its abdomen depicting a ghostly face.

"Buzz!"

The runes of the Dharma Domain flowed and perfected in an instant, evolving into the prototype of the Daoist temple. A large human-shaped cocoon wrapped in spider silk fell from the yellow clay urn.

Chi Mingzi's eyes were gentle as he stroked the large cocoon, sensing the pure water energy within it, where golden insect eggs appeared and disappeared.

"squeak!"

"squeak!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The weak chirping of cicadas rose and fell.

If the cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion were here, they would realize that this is the aura of Kong Yuanzi, a third-level spiritual healer and a Core Formation True Person who was murdered more than a hundred years ago.

"Gulu."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously swallowed. The eight scarlet compound eyes of the black spider phantom swirled, overflowing with greed.

"After a century of lying low and enduring hardship, the opportunity has finally arrived."

The opportune moment has arrived for this seat.

"Ok?"

Deep in Jiuquan Mountain, a gnarled ancient tree stands tall, its branches swaying and drooping with life.

"Wow!"

An ancient tree revealed a small grotto-heaven, and Changsun Jie, whose face was cold and whose body was stiff, suddenly opened his eyes.

A wisp of gray, unlucky energy was exhaled and drifted away.

"This is."

Fang Yi reached out and squeezed the source of bad luck in his hand. It seemed as if insects were wriggling inside, and he murmured softly.

"I used the secret techniques of the Puppet Dao to refine Changsun Jie into the Withering and Flourishing Small Grotto-Heaven, nourishing him with the power of the grotto-heaven to maintain his original source and ensure that his true elixir power never dries up."
Therefore, obtaining a spirit of bad luck has three wonderful uses.

"Misfortune manifests, carrying a hint of conflict."

Who plotted against me?

Fang Yi frowned slightly. As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, his fate was connected to that of the sect.

With the old monster Tian Quezi in charge, no one can outmaneuver him unless a fourth-level Heavenly Mystery Dao Grandmaster intervenes.

"But when this unlucky spirit advances to the third level, although it cannot divine the secrets of heaven, it can still reflect the fluctuations of its own fortune and sense whether bad luck is approaching."
Someone is definitely plotting against me, and they are capable of posing a threat to me.

"Ruan Xiang of the Biyue Pavilion, Chi Mingzi of the Baigu Sect?"
Or is it the Nine-Bend Old Monster of Dadu Ancient City?

"Or perhaps there are hidden sect leaders or masters involved in the Heavenly Blade Pavilion or the Joyful Union Sect?"

The phantom image of a plum blossom appeared in his eyes, and he activated the Plum Blossom Divination Technique to divine the changes in the heavens.

A quarter of an hour.

"Oh!"

A divination symbol exploded at his fingertips, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated, leaving Fang Yi with nothing.

"This ability to conceal one's vital energy?"
Is there a third-tier Celestial Master hidden in Da Yun, or is he concealed by magical treasures or supernatural powers?

Fang Yi frowned, a sense of frustration rising within him.

"At this crucial moment, all that remains is for the Spiritual Healer's Path to break through to the third-tier superior level, and then we can conclude."

This unexpected complication

"Is it that old turtle from Dayun, hiding his cultivation, peeking out again to pull a dirty trick?"

"First, wait for Yu'er, Heng'er, and Zhao'er to reach the Core Formation stage, then add three more Core Formation cultivators."
Whether it's ambushing the Azure Water Pavilion or the White Bone Sect, or turning the battlefield into a bloody mess, I have enough fighting power at my disposal.

Fang Yi's magical power flowed continuously, and his thoughts kept turning.

Both Ruan Xiang of the Biyue Pavilion and Chi Mingzi of the Baigu Sect are likely to be enormous.
However, the Nine Bends of Fengling Immortal City is a third-tier high-grade array master, and it is unknown when he refined a high-grade magic weapon.

Sudu Mountain is less than a month's journey from Jiuquan Mountain. If the Nine-Bend Immortal were to break through his cultivation and come here to seek opportunities, it might be possible.
Also, there's the Hehuan Sect and the Tiandaowu.

He had long seen through the fact that all the forces in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World were adept at holding their breath and enduring hardship.

This is true of Chi Meizi of Xuan Yang Mountain, Ruan Xiang of Bi Shui Ge, Chi Mingzi and Yuan Hai of Bai Gu Men.

If another Grandmaster were to emerge from Tian Dao Wu, it seems...
reasonable
The next day.

As the crimson sun rises and its rays fall, Jiuquan Mountain is gilded with a golden edge.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the bone hammer fell, a large drum covered in human skin resounded, exuding majesty.
悠长
"squeak"

The gazes of thousands of cultivators fell upon the White Bone Hall as its doors opened, revealing a figure in bright red robes. Chi Mingzi's expression was solemn.

He glanced at the White Bone Sect disciples, whose spirits were low, who remained silent, and whose morale was low.

Fang Yi really has good methods.
They lured them with profits, then, taking advantage of their location, used cultivators whose combined strength was less than 60% of that of the Azure Water Pavilion and the White Bone Sect.
They managed to hold off the two factions, and although they were at a disadvantage, they could still maintain their position.

Chi Mingzi fell into deep thought.

Should the dosage ratio of the Yi Ling medicine be changed?

More than 300 cultivators at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages have perished at Xuan Yang Mountain, and more than one has been captured alive.

Under the soul search, the 90/10 split method has already been exposed.

"That's all."

He shook his head, ultimately unable to give up the meat that was already in his mouth.

In particular, the White Bone Sect and the Azure Water Pavilion joined forces and gained the upper hand.

"Wow~"

Amidst the murmuring of a clear spring, the lapping of the azure tide, and the shimmering mist, Ruan Xiang, clad in an apricot-yellow fairy dress, moved with graceful steps.

Her eyes reflected the dejected faces of nearly three thousand cultivators in the encampment, and her brows furrowed as well.

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi does have some skill, but..." Her eyes flashed sharply, her aura rising. "This ends here."

"All disciples of the Azure Water Pavilion, heed my command!"

Ruan Xiangtan opened her mouth slightly, and her words resounded like muffled thunder in the ears of the cultivators.

"From today onwards, all disciples under the command of the Azure Water Pavilion shall enter the Nine Springs Mountain."
Qi Refining disciples gather three first-tier spiritual herbs, Foundation Establishment disciples gather one second-tier spiritual plant, and Pseudo-Core Formation disciples gather one near-third-tier precious herb.
Only then can they return to their post.

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The encampment, where more than two thousand cultivators had gathered, was silent except for the sound of the cold wind blowing.

The Nine Springs Mountain is riddled with forbidden laws, and Xuan Yang Mountain cultivators lie in ambush, fearless of death.

Not all cultivators of the Azure Water Pavilion are willing to risk their lives in battle. Moreover, even after collecting spiritual herbs, they cannot obtain the lion's share of spirit stones.

Feeling the gazes of the cultivators from their subordinate forces behind them, Xuanzhi, Yufengzi, Yunhui, and the others all frowned.

In the battlefield of Jiuquan Mountain, where did thousands of spiritual herbs come from for the disciples to pick? It is clearly a way to force the disciples in the sect to take action and break the spell.

The Biyue Pavilion clearly holds the upper hand.
Why be so aggressive, lest you damage the power of everyone under your command?
The three hesitated, unwilling to offend Ruan Xiang, nor willing to suffer losses to their forces.

"What, do you intend to disobey my decree?" Ruan Xiang's eyes were slightly closed, exuding an imposing aura without anger, her sharp gaze sweeping over Xuan Zhi, Yu Fengzi, Yun Hui, and other Core Formation Realm cultivators.

"Qingyangzi's medical skills are improving day by day. Could it be that you all want to wait for Fang Yi to advance further in his cultivation and step into the realm of a Great True Person?"
"Wouldn't that conveniently allow us to relinquish Jiuquan Mountain and retreat back to Qianbo Lake?"

"I can't wait!"

Xuanzhi, Yufengzi, and Yunhui bowed their heads in unison.

"That's good."

Ruan Xiang's eyes were deep and mysterious, reflecting the illusory image of Jiuquan Mountain, with three parts flowing with azure water and three parts glowing with the spiritual light of white bones.

Of the remaining 40% of the forbidden areas, Xuan Yang Mountain alone possesses a unique medicinal fragrance, which accounts for 30%.

"Xuanzhi, Yufengzi, and Yunhui, you three will personally lead the team!"

"If you don't kill a single fake alchemist, you don't need to come back to see me."

As the vast tides flowed, Ruan Xiang's eyes held a deep sadness; she was unwilling to give Fang Yi any more chances to grow.

Even if it offends fellow disciples, I am willing to do so.

Xuanzhi, Yunhui, and the others felt a chill run down their spines, realizing that Ruan Xiang was now serious.

When a sect leader becomes enraged, he is no ordinary person and cannot be resisted.

"We obey the decree of the Sect Master!"

“Brother Chi Ming?” Ruan Xiang’s cold expression softened slightly as she turned her gaze to Chi Mingzi, who was wearing a bright red robe.

The Azure Water Pavilion paid a huge price to obtain the promise from the Abyss Sea, and it was by no means something that would allow the White Bone Sect cultivators to stand idly by.

Chi Mingzi sensed the medicinal fragrance emanating from the depths of Jiuquan Mountain from afar, and a look of intoxication flashed in his eyes.

He commanded in a deep voice.

"All disciples of my White Bone Sect must immediately enter Nine Springs Mountain and kill cultivators of the same level before they may leave the mountain."
"What if I discover anyone being negligent?"

"Heh, it just so happens that our sect is still lacking some spiritual materials to refine the White Bone Demon God."

"Respect the True Man's decree!"

Fei Xinyuan was startled, his hair stood on end, and he bowed respectfully without the slightest intention of resistance.

The White Bone Sect is ruthless, far surpassing the Azure Water Pavilion.

If he had been even half a step slower, he would most likely have been captured by the Crimson Nether Old Monster and used to intimidate the poisonous gu.

His own master, Yuan Hai, had suppressed Chi Mingzi for hundreds of years; how could he possibly ignore the grudges and resentments between them?
Just turn the page completely?
dream!

"Disciples of the White Bone Sect, follow me!"

Fei Xinyuan took the lead, raised the Thousand Soul Banner, and transformed into a gray-white light that fell into Jiuquan Mountain.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The sound of ghostly wails echoed, and in an instant, the ghostly soldiers tore through dozens of magical restrictions.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Dark skulls, ghost banners, bone swords, and blood cauldrons—one after another, the unique magical artifacts of the White Bone Sect were summoned.

More than a thousand cultivators surged toward Jiuquan Mountain like a tide.

Within a few dozen breaths, spiritual light collided and the sound of magic swords clashing echoed in Jiuquan Mountain.

"die!"

A sword light fell, and several cultivators from both factions perished.

"go!"

Xuanzhi waved his sleeve, summoned the jade ruyi, and fled towards Jiuquan Mountain.

The black water surged, and Yu Fengzi, holding a tortoise-shaped pearl, followed closely behind. Can Hong, clad in golden armor, leaped into the air.

"The White Bone Sect went all out"
With the assistance of a Core Formation cultivator from the pavilion, the chances of victory are truly considerable.

Yun Huizi summoned the Nether Spring Pearl and sent it crashing down on a beam of purple lightning.

The two factions have occupied 60% of Jiuquan Mountain and imposed a magic restriction, which allows mid-stage Core Formation cultivators to take action.

"boom!"

In the Nine Springs Mountain, thousands of cultivators fought a chaotic battle amidst crimson flames, chilling moonlight, and surging black water.
Qi Refining cultivators were as numerous as ants, unable to fly in the spiritual land. They either activated magical restrictions or used spiritual talismans, engaging in a desperate battle.
A fierce killing intent and the stench of blood filled Jiuquan Mountain, and warm blood soaked the yellow earth.

And the Foundation Establishment Master.
The three factions had more than three hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, who formed magic arrays in groups of three or five.

Despite the depletion of their magical power, the cultivators of Xuanyang Mountain used their spells to barely maintain their undefeated status.
Deep in Jiuquan Mountain.

Fang Yi, wearing a blue lotus crown and a robe that symbolizes the transformation of mountains and rivers, sensed the fierce resistance of the Xuan Yang Mountain cultivators.
The situation continues to tilt in favor of Biyue Pavilion and Baigu Gate.

"Even if a Qi Refining cultivator can be exchanged for a cultivator from an enemy sect, we will surely be defeated in the short term."

Hu Lei, Yang Cai'er, and Xiao Changce had already taken action to stop Xuan Zhi, Fei Xinyuan, Yu Fengzi, and the others.

The remaining figure behind Xu Qingshe, the Heaven and Earth Furnace, emitted spiritual light, his expression solemn.

"Senior Brother Fang, if this continues, the sect will surely suffer heavy losses."

"Then let them die."

A gentle breeze blew, causing Fang Yi's robes to flutter, his eyes cold and indifferent.

"True gold is refined by fire, and unpolished jade cannot become a useful object without polishing."

Junior Brother Xu, aren't you, me, and Junior Sister Yang all moving forward in the same way?

Seeing the reluctance on Xu Qingshe's face, he shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"After nearly two hundred years of cultivation, my junior brother still has the same temperament."

The Grand Master of the sect is about to break through to the next realm, and I have already submitted a memorial to the Grand Master of Heavenly Deficiency, invoking sufficient killing intent.

Even if all cultivators perish, it will not be a loss.

"All of them perished?!"

Xu Qing was startled and exclaimed in disbelief.

"More than 1,200 Qi Refining cultivators, 137 Foundation Establishment cultivators, and more than ten Pseudo-Core Formation cultivators."
Even my senior brother is going to give up?

"Junior brother, don't be so sentimental." Fang Yi's eyes were slightly closed, his expression calm and composed.

"If we can achieve a great victory, I certainly do not want any of my disciples to perish."

But the current situation...
I have already divined that at least three thousand cultivators must perish in order to completely disrupt the energy flow of the various sects in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World.”

Three thousand?!

wrong! "

Xu Qingshe's expression changed slightly, and a feng shui compass flew out from his sleeve, its golden pointer spinning continuously.

"fierce!"

"fierce!"

"Big evil!"

A crimson, malevolent aura, hidden deep underground, manifested itself through an ancient, rustic altar.

"The Blood Altar has this purpose?!"

"Junior Brother Xu, the elixirs, precious medicines, and spiritual foods are all prepared."
Even with the advantageous terrain of Jiuquan Mountain, if one still perishes, it should be the same.”

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi unleashed the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, which shot out amidst a vibrant green life force.

"You and I will stop Ruan Xiang and Chi Mingzi from making a move."

"Hahaha, Fang Yi, you finally couldn't hold back!"

Outside Jiuquan Mountain, Chi Mingzi pushed lightly with his five fingers, and the Thousand Cocoon Jar fell into the mountain.

Since the removal of the restrictions, ordinary Core Formation cultivators can now make their moves, and he can also remotely control high-grade magic weapons.

It is used to erode the spiritual veins in the mountains.

"die!"

Ruan Xiangyun waved her sleeves, and the Bihai Town Yuanchi was surrounded by water, which slapped down towards Yang Cai'er's head.

"Qingyangzi, are you going to stand idly by?"

"boom!"

The Blood-Red Bodhi Branch moved about, turning into afterimages, and clashed with the Thousand Cocoon Jar.

The furnace of heaven and earth emitted a precious light, which bombarded down towards the Azure Sea Town Yuan Chi.

"Oh!"

The earth shook violently in the Nine Springs, ancient trees were broken, and dark cracks continued to spread. The aftershocks of the four people's battle had already swept across the battlefield where thousands of cultivators were fighting.

A tall, ethereal figure stepped out from the Crimson Bodhi branch. "Chi Mingzi, it's best not to interfere in the battle between juniors."

"Then let's see what you, Qingyangzi, are capable of!"

　I was on duty today, so I'm writing a bit late. Here's 4,000 words. I'm 2,000 words short; I'll make up for it with tomorrow's update.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)