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

Chapter 826 A Branch of the Joyous Union Sect's Fortune, A Spiritual Healer's Breakthrough [6200-word long chapter]

A sigh echoed outside the Star-Picking Tower as a crimson sun set. "Five generations of immortals have passed the torch, starting with Ancestor Wugeng; a thousand years have passed, and finally, this stage has been reached."

"Senior brother, you've arrived." Tian Quezi looked up at the thin figure standing with his hands behind his back, which looked somewhat weathered.

Chi Meizi turned around and brandished his long hair. "In the blink of an eye, my junior brother and I have known each other for over four hundred years."

Looking at Tian Quezi, his skin was loose, his long hair was dry and white, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Time flies like an arrow; life is but a hundred years. Even for us True Immortals who have reached the Core Formation stage, our lifespan is limited."

Junior brother, you've gotten old.

A look of guilt flashed in his eyes as he murmured softly, "It's my fault as the senior brother; my junior brother's sacrifice has been in vain."

"Senior brother, please don't try to persuade me anymore."

Tian Quezi was filled with mixed emotions as he leaned on his dove-shaped staff. "Junior brother's mind is made up. Our ancestors planned for a thousand years, and five generations of our ancestors sacrificed themselves, their bones buried in foreign lands. Their souls could not find peace after death, and only by chance did we have a sliver of foundation for our path today."

"More than a thousand years ago, Ancestor Xuanyang failed to break through to the next realm and was secretly murdered by the Fire Worship Sect."

The Fifth Ancestor refined the treasure; the Second Ancestor, Xuanfuzi, sacrificed his blood to the spiritual veins and gathered the spiritual eye; the Third Ancestor, Shujizi, supported the Biyue Pavilion and relieved the pressure from the Fire Worship Sect; the Fourth Ancestor, in order to befriend the Medicine King Valley, exhausted his efforts to divination the formulas for spiritual medicines and pills, and passed away before his lifespan reached four hundred years.
Because of the Fourth Patriarch's friendship with the Medicine King's Bone, and to avoid arousing suspicion from the Fire Worship Cult, Wangjizi used himself as bait, falling into the hands of the Crimson Flame True Lord and suffering the torment of soul-searching.

"A thousand-year plan, five generations of patriarchs risked their lives, even if it only increased my senior brother's chances of reaching the Nascent Soul stage by a tiny bit, I would gladly do it."

Chi Meizi's face showed reluctance. "Junior Brother Tian Que possesses a Heavenly Spiritual Root and is born with a Profound Star Spiritual Body. In terms of talent, he far surpasses me, and his path in the Dao is exactly what he should have."

"so what?"

Tian Quezi interrupted Chi Meizi's words, his gaze sweeping over the Ancestral Hall, Lingyang Mountain, Liujin Peak, and Wuji Peak, the vast Xuanyang Mountain firmly imprinted in his heart.

"What about the Heavenly Spiritual Root?"

So what if it's a Xuanxing Spirit Body?
I was nothing more than an orphan, scrambling for food with wild dogs. If it weren't for Master Wangji's rescue, I would have long since become a corpse in the desolate mountains.

“Senior Brother Chimei, I am willing to do this because the Xuan Yang lineage is Master Wangji’s last wish, and it has never been for your sake.”

"Stop making such a racket!"

"Wugeng, Xuanfu, Wangji. The sacrifices of the ancestors of all generations, Guang Sheng's junior brother nourished the wood with his blood and struggled to maintain it. Fang Yi, Xiao Changce, Xishan, and the next generation of disciples risked their lives. In the battle of the Nine Springs, more than a thousand disciples turned to ashes."

"Because I am born without a son, I am delicate and precious, different from ordinary people. Can't I sacrifice even a little bit?"

Tian Quezi lightly tapped his dove-shaped staff, causing the celestial phenomena around him to swirl and transform into a phantom image of the Eight Trigrams of the Heavenly Cycle.

"Since I dare to risk the lives of my disciples and engage in this 'trapped dragon ascending to the abyss' game with the Fire Worship Sect, I will not hesitate to risk my life and fortune to seize that sliver of a chance to win."

"We've met for the last time. Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, it's time for you to go into seclusion."

"Junior brother."

Chi Meizi's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but in the end, it turned into a heart full of words and a sigh.

"Junior brother, take care!"

"Buzz!"

The crimson light flowed and disappeared in front of the Star-Picking Pavilion, sinking into the underground spiritual veins in an instant.

"here we go"

Sensing the gathering of spiritual energy in the underground spiritual eye, Tian Quezi pointed his fingertip, and starlight flowed, transforming into an invisible veil that fell down, completely concealing the aura.

He murmured quietly.

"Brother Chimei, I hope my words can ease some of your guilt."

The sacrifices of our ancestors and the bravery of our disciples have never been solely for you.

"Senior brother."

You may not know this, but in the Jianyang Secret Realm, you, me, and Junior Brother Guang Sheng joined forces to fight against the enemy, settling scores and seeking revenge.

Those were the happiest days of my life.

"clang!"

The staff struck the stone slabs on the ground, spreading starlight and causing a misty spiritual vapor to rise. An old figure with white hair and beard walked down the stone steps towards the foot of the mountain.

"Let me take one more look at Xuan Yang Mountain. With the legacy left by the ancestors of Qi Chu and the advancement of the spiritual veins of the Great Yu Arctic Ice Plains, we can give Senior Brother Chi Mei even more leeway."

"The White Bone Sect was already fine before, but now that this old monster has shed his soul and transformed into a spiritual bone, it's not something that juniors like Fang Yi and Xiao Changce can handle."

"Hengyi inherited the legacy of the Ancestral Hall, Changce took an unconventional approach, Xishan also has the legacy of Tianji Peak, and Wuhua has Chimei to take care of themselves. Only Fang Yi has a shallow foundation."

"It's my turn, this old man, to leave something for the younger generation."

Millions of miles away.

Zoroastrianism.

The towering volcano erupted, spewing lava for nearly a thousand miles, with steam rising and scorching winds blowing.

As the light descended, a cultivator with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and crimson pupils stepped out. He bowed and prostrated himself before the billowing smoke of the volcano. His divine sense, having reached the peak of the Core Formation stage, vibrated as he used a telepathic transmission technique.

"Disciple Bai Yuan requests an audience with Master, I have important matters to report!"

"Gulu.Gulu"

Inside the crater, orange magma churned, and a majestic ancient palace, carved entirely from fiery jade and adorned with flowing runes, trembled as it rose from the sea of ​​magma.

【Great Bright Hall】

The four large characters, like dragons and snakes, pulsated like true flames within a elixir, creating ripples that suppressed the volcano about to erupt again.

"Having reached the peak of Core Formation, and not seeking any opportunities for Core Formation, Bai Yuan, what business do you have with me?"

"Click~" The heavy doors of the ancient hall opened to both sides, and the voice of True Monarch Crimson Flame rang out.

"come in"

Bai Yuan took a step forward, and a red bridge materialized beneath his feet as he stepped into the Great Bright Hall.

Looking at the Crimson Flame True Lord, who had red hair, a high nose bridge, and was only three feet tall, about the waist height of an average adult.

"Pfft!"

He prostrated himself, guaranteeing that he was no shorter than the Crimson Flame True Lord by more than three feet, and then respectfully raised a crimson mirror to report:

"Reporting to Master, the Grand Master in the Glazed Fortune Hall of the sect has sensed a change in the fortune of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World. It seems that Xuan Yang Mountain has once again launched a war of annihilation against the Azure Water Pavilion and the White Bone Sect."

"Xuanyang Mountain?"

True Lord Crimson Flame extended his short, thick fingers, took down the crimson treasure mirror, and probed it with his divine sense.

Lean less.

He frowned slightly, a corner of his bat-patterned robe flipped up, and the falling flames transformed into gilded jewels.

"Hmph, Xuan Yang Mountain has been like this for over a thousand years. The most fundamental fourth-order fire path inheritance has been severed, and they still haven't given up?"

"Bai Yuan!"

"Disciple is here!" Bai Yuan replied respectfully.

"The matter of Xuan Yang Mountain is entrusted to you. Send a Grand Master to Dayun. It is a minor matter and you need not worry about it too much."

"Following the Master's instructions"

"As for you, Bai Yuan." True Monarch Crimson Flame made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and thirty-six gilded flames rose from the volcano, forming a small seed the size of a thumb. "The large spiritual vein in the vast ice plains has advanced to the fourth tier, a truly formidable opportunity."

Under the feedback of the source, there is a greater chance that fourth-order spiritual objects will be born.

Your senior master Huo Lie led the disciples of the sect to go there, but the old monster Nong Su from Medicine King Valley also made a move. You take these thirty-six Flame Gold Fire Seeds and go to serve under your senior brother Huo Lie.

Since Da Yun's Burning Heart Glass Mirror hasn't been shown yet, there's no need to care; it's just a petty squabble between frogs at the bottom of a well.

Bai Yuan respectfully accepted the torch, bowing his head and saying, "I obey my master's decree!"

"However, that Jade Abyss Master of the Azure Water Pavilion..."

"However, you don't need to worry about concubines and playthings, Bai Yuan. Xuan Yang Mountain only has Tian Quezi left with little lifespan left. If you send another Grand Master, what big waves can he stir up?"

True Monarch Chi Yan didn't care at all. Since the death of the Nascent Soul True Monarch of Qingmu Palace, the lineage had been severed, and the only interesting place in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World was the Jianyang Secret Realm.

"Go on, don't waste time."

"I will continue to refine the Fiery Gold Seed to suppress the cold tides in the vast icy plains."

"Yes"

Bai Yuan stood up, his back hunched, and slowly retreated towards the door. He made his way out of the Great Bright Hall, and after the vermilion gate closed, he turned around and transformed into a streak of light, heading towards the vast ice plains.

Inside the Great Bright Hall.

Crimson Flame True Monarch's eyes gleamed with a crimson-gold light. He shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice.

“Yuan’er still lacks experience. After the Wanli Ice Abyss matter is resolved, let him go to Dayun for a trip.”

"With this newly discovered perilous ice plain, the various sects of the Great Cloud Cultivation World are now rendered useless. This is a perfect opportunity to hone Yuan'er's Dao heart and prepare him for the future competition for the Nascent Soul stage."

"The Jianyang Secret Realm does have many rare spiritual plants that can be used for cultivation by Great True Persons."

After three months.

The gates of the Hehuan Sect are surrounded by the scent of cosmetics and the allure of worldly desires.

The voluptuous Yin Yue suddenly leaped up from the soft couch, her chest trembling, and a pink jewel-like light shining forth.

Holding the Blissful Mirror in her hands, she gazed at the gaunt cultivator who had silently entered the Hall of Seven Emotions, her heart trembling with fear.

"Tian Quezi, weren't you fighting with that vile woman Yu Yuanzi at Qianbo Lake?"

"wrong!
You old monster, you're plotting against people again!

I said, "How could Yu Yuanzi possibly be a match for you, old monster? The one at Qianbo Lake is the next generation successor of the Tianji Peak's Daoist lineage?!"

"cough!"

The old monk, his hair and beard all white, leaned on his cane, his body hunched over, and coughed lightly, his hoarse voice ringing out.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Yue, my lifespan is nearing its end. For the sake of Xuan Yang Mountain, I hope you will forgive me for some things."

"Buzz!"

A ray of starlight rose, transforming into rolling mist that completely obscured the Hall of Seven Emotions.

"I have heard that the Hehuan Sect has produced a Golden Core cultivator with a profound foundation. It just so happens that my Xuanyang Mountain has a junior named Qingyangzi, who is a dragon among men."

"What are your thoughts on the previous proposal, Fellow Daoist Yin Yue?"

"Impossible!" Yin Yue's interview was fierce, and the Blissful Treasure Mirror in her hand was surrounded by pink spiritual light, with seductive music flowing around it.

"Um?

Fellow Daoist Yin Yue, please think this over carefully, lest you bring disaster upon yourself because of your impulsive words.

Tian Quezi frowned slightly, his vast aura flowing like a collapsing mountain, its power terrifying and awe-inspiring.

"Perfect Core Formation?!"

How can it be? "

Yin Yue tightened her grip on the Blissful Mirror, almost groaning.

"With your cultivation level, Tian Quezi, even if you didn't deal with Biyue Pavilion, Xuan Yang Mountain wouldn't be in such a predicament, relying on a newly promoted mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, Qing Yangzi Fang Yi, to fight desperately."

Two thousand cultivators perished at Jiuquan Mountain!

"What are you plotting now?"
"No, what is Xuan Yang Mountain plotting now?"

Yin Yue's hibiscus-patterned gold robe billowed as she held the Blissful Mirror in her hand. A peony pattern flowed between her brows, and a protective barrier dissipated, revealing the aura of a Great True Person.

"Bang!" The pinkish-white light collided with the starlight, and in an instant, the pinkish-white light was crushed and suppressed by the starlight.

Yin Yuezi frowned, looking wary.

"The matter of a Daoist partner is based on mutual consent. Why are you being so aggressive, fellow Daoist?"

With my cultivation level, even if Brother Tianque goes all out, he cannot slaughter the entire Hehuan Sect in a short time. If one or two cultivators escape and alarm our sect's Nascent Soul Ancestor in the Great Yu, it will be a loss for us.
Why don't we sit down and talk?

“Alright, but I’ll trouble Fellow Daoist Yin Yue to retrieve the near-fourth-order magic contract from the Hehuan Sect’s secret collection, to ensure that our conversation remains uninterrupted.” Tian Quezi’s aura subsided, and the power of the Zhou Tian Star Phenomenon dimmed.

"Shameless!"
Just as shameless as Senior Sister Li Lingxuan back then! Yin Yue gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance, and took out a scroll of emerald green magic contract from her sleeve.

"Thank you for your understanding, Fellow Daoist Yin Yue. My days are numbered, so I don't care about such face." Tian Quezi said calmly and unconcernedly.

Although Fang Yi was exceptionally talented and had outstanding medical skills, in the end, the ancestral hall's accumulated lineage was mostly passed down to Zhang Hengyi, with the remaining two parts going to Xiao Changce.

Compared to these two, Fang Yi's wealth is far too meager.

Although the Hehuan Sect usually keeps a low profile, its wealth and status are among the best in the Dayun Sect.

Furthermore, she has a close relationship with the Su Nu Sect, a major Nascent Soul sect of the Great Yu Dynasty. If she can form a Golden Core with Yu Ji Zi, a Golden Core True Person from the Hehuan Tomb, it would mean that her wealth, backing, and foundation would all be replenished at once.

Even if Chi Meizi fails to form an infant spirit.
With the backing of the Su Nu Sect, Fang Yi has a 70-80% chance of saving his life.

This was originally his way out for Yan Youtai, but unfortunately, Yan Youtai proved to be far too incompetent.
"Seeking the hand of Yu Ji?"
impossible! "

Enraged, Yin Yue felt a surge of anger, and the Blissful Mirror in her hand emitted a bright pink light.

"What do you Xuanyang Mountain consider my Hehuan Sect to be?"

Li Lingxuan disguised herself as a man and kept Qiuya Shijie unmarried to this day. Now she wants to ask for Yuji's hand in marriage.

"You've got your eye on that Jade Ring, Precious Light, and Golden Elixir for dual cultivation?"

"Daydreaming!"
Let me tell you, Tian Quezi, the contemporary swordsman of the Great Yu Suspended Sword Mountain, and Gu Li Zhenren of Medicine King Valley, both intend to become Daoist partners with Yu Ji.
Those are disciples of Nascent Soul True Monarchs, with the potential to advance even further in the future. What makes Fang Yi compare to these Nascent Soul seedlings?

"Fellow Daoist Yin Yue, don't be anxious." Tian Quezi's eyes closed slightly, a hint of surprise rising in his heart. The value of this Jade Princess was even greater than he had expected.

in this way
You absolutely can't miss it.

For the next three days, the Hall of Seven Emotions was filled with the sounds of debate, and occasionally, the clash of righteous energy caused the earth to shake.

Until the faint starlight faded away.

Yin Yuezi's expression was solemn, her gaze piercing through layers of magical restrictions and landing on a corner of the Hehuan Sect.

She sighed quietly.

"They've spun their own cocoon. If it weren't for this near-fourth-tier magical restriction, the matter of Xuan Yang would have had to be reported to the ancestral land."

"The Nascent Soul Realm!"

The Fire Worship Cult and Medicine King Valley were drawn into the newly advanced fourth-order spiritual vein in the vast ice plains, with ninety percent of their energy focused on it, and they were indeed caught off guard by a glimpse of the Dao.

Just
Out of respect for Senior Sister Li Lingxuan, I will lend a hand in this matter.

However, the matter of becoming Daoist partners with Fang Yi should just be a formality, so as not to ruin the reputation of either party.

How can a mere True Core cultivator compare to a Nascent Soul True Monarch's disciple or a Golden Core True Person?

"Master, I wish to see Fang Yi."

A gentle female voice rang out, revealing a graceful figure draped in a plain white gauze dress. She had delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth, and fair skin. Every movement she made carried a faint fragrance.

"Yu Ji, I will take care of this matter for you. You just need to focus on your cultivation."

Even though Yu Ji had been her disciple for over a hundred years, and both were female cultivators, Yin Yue was exceptionally beautiful, and she couldn't hide the amazement in her eyes.

"Yu Ji possesses a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, and a face that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. She has also refined a precious golden elixir, and has many suitors."

Why bother with Fang Yi, a mere Core Formation cultivator?

"Master, I wish to meet Fang Yi. What kind of extraordinary talent and hero is he that could make Tian Quezi of Xuan Yang Mountain come to propose marriage?" Yu Ji breathed softly, her waist slender, and a hint of curiosity rose in her eyes.

"The secret here is not merely about marriage alliances."

As the azure patterns flowed through her soul, Yin Yue's expression froze, unable to continue explaining.

She changed the subject and began to offer advice.

“Yu Ji, Jian Zi of the Suspended Sword Sect, and Gu Li Zhenren of the Medicine King Valley are all outstanding individuals. Why should you care about this mere Fang Yi?”

"However, my senior uncle wrote a letter praising Fang Yi's appearance as truly handsome, arguably among the best in the world."

Yu Ji brushed aside a strand of black hair from her temple, her beauty like a secluded orchid in a valley, her eyes shimmering with gentle spring water. "A handsome man who can earn such praise from my master is quite intriguing. I don't intend to become his Daoist partner, I simply wish to meet him."

"Li Lingxuan, she even dares to send a message to the Hehuan Sect."

Yin Yue was furious, but before long, she was defeated by Yu Ji's watery eyes.

"Hey"

She sighed softly, saying helplessly.

"Yu Ji, you should go and cultivate. I will arrange Fang Yi's matter when I return."

"It's just a matter of meeting once."

Do not lose your composure. Even the finest physical appearance cannot compare to a vast path to enlightenment, a powerful backer, or the potential to achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

"Master, are you saying my appearance is useless, that I'm just a pretty skeleton?" Yu Ji teased, a smile playing on her lips, before she transformed into a fragrant breeze and disappeared into the Seven Emotions Pavilion.

"This Jade Maiden"

Yin Yue smiled indulgently, then murmured to herself.

'Broken Nascent Soul?'
Even if it meant facing nine deaths and one life, Tian Quezi, your ability to reach this point already surpasses 99% of those who have achieved the Core Formation stage.
Truly enviable.

After three months.

In the Baili Jiuquan Mountain, a layer of resilient moss has already risen on thirty miles of barren land that has been eroded by poisonous miasma.

The Hall of Bones exhaled yin energy, and a vast and powerful aura rose, giving rise to a white bone demon god.

"Squeak!"

The gate, carved from spirit bones, swirled with sinister runes, slowly opening to both sides. Chi Mingzi, dressed in a bright red robe that fluttered in the wind, stepped out. Behind him, two Core Formation Realm cultivators followed closely to his left and right.

He was surrounded by a five-colored miasma, and his sinister gaze fell upon the Autumn Water Pavilion, where the sound of flowing water never ceased.

"Fellow Daoist Ruan Xiang, how are the preparations?" Outside the Autumn Water Pavilion, a thin veil billowed, and the azure tide flowed, transforming into a rainbow bridge. Ruan Xiang walked gracefully. "I have made all the preparations myself, Fellow Daoist, please do not worry. There are no cultivators whose skills are not good enough and who have held us back."

That would be best.

Chi Mingzi narrowed his eyes, gazing into the depths of the Nine Springs. There, a gnarled and twisted tree, over ten zhang tall, with its vigorous vitality, tempted him, causing him to swallow unconsciously.

"What a talented person!"

He murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with greed. 'This Qingyangzi Fang Yi is truly a top-tier talent, a first-rate treasure.'

"Brother Chi Ming, I'll remind you once again: the spiritual herbs of Jiuquan Mountain can be discarded, and the cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain can also ignore them."

But Qingyangzi Fang Yi must die!

Ruan Xiang's dress billowed, surrounded by a murderous aura, and her eyes flashed with killing intent as she swept over Xuan Mei, Xue Chi, and Yin Gui.

His gaze paused slightly on the blood tooth as he sensed an extremely pure wisp of magical power merging with the water elemental energy.

'This Bloodtooth Pill seems rather strange; it appears to possess an innate spiritual body and a profound origin.'

Her mind raced, but she didn't delve into it. How could a rogue cultivator who could advance to the Core Formation realm not have any secrets?
"We are grateful for the help of the three fellow Daoists this time. Once the matter is accomplished, the Azure Water Pavilion will surely reward you handsomely. You can choose any of the spiritual pills, precious medicines, magic weapons, or true water you desire."

Bloodtooth sensed Xuanmei and Guiyin's gazes falling on his back. As the leader of the three Core Formation Loose Cultivator Alliance, he bowed respectfully, a hint of joy curving his lips.

"Rest assured, Sect Leader Ruan Xiang, the three of us will do our utmost!"

Chi Mingzi frowned but did not get angry when Ruan Xiang tried to poach him.

Recruiting three Core Formation cultivators into the White Bone Sect is a stroke of luck, but its value is worlds apart from that of Fang Yi.

"Make your move."
The battle at Jiuquan Mountain should now come to a close.

Within Chi Mingzi's wide sleeve, his five fingers caressed a bone talisman. A flash of shock appeared in his eyes, which then shifted between joy, fear, and astonishment.

His eyes were sinister, and his robes billowed, like a venomous snake hunting its prey.

"Imperial Edict!"

"A thousand insects corroded the divine incense!"

The Thousand Cocoon Jar trembled, and insect runes flowed on the inner wall of the yellow clay. One by one, the insect eggs burst open, and the sticky sound continued, turning into a dim yellow miasma that eroded away.

Chi Mingzi and Ruan Xiang exchanged a glance, and their auras surged forth, transforming into chains that fell down.

Deep in Jiuquan Mountain, life is vibrant, and exotic flowers and plants bloom.

The Azure Spirit Tree, transformed from the Void Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner, stands tall and graceful, its branches swaying and drooping, creating wisps of ripples that transform into rolling, verdant mist, isolating the inside from the outside.

Hu Lei, dressed in a purple-gold dragon-patterned robe, looked about ten feet away, and the magic barrier transformed into a bowl lid that fell down.

Sensing the swirling, yellowish miasma that caused ancient trees to wither, spiritual springs to dry up, and spiritual plants and demonic beasts to die, he looked anxious.

"Fellow disciples, the sect leader is still in seclusion, and the Crimson Netherworld has attacked again."

Whether to fight or retreat, a plan should be quickly decided.

If one gets entangled by that thousand-insect-corroding incense, escaping will cost at least several times the price.

"Master is still in seclusion and should not be disturbed." Qin Yu, wearing a gentleman's crown and a robe with pine-patterned patterns, stood tall and stood in front of Hu Lei. "We will join forces to suppress the poisonous miasma and hold out until Master emerges from seclusion."

"Junior Brother Qin Yu, please don't joke around!"

Six months later, Chi Mingzi dared to make another move, which must mean he had prepared enough trump cards.
Without our leader, what can we use to stop the poisonous miasma?
This isn't just about the terrifying poisonous miasma; the cultivator who activated the Thousand Insect Corrosion Incense is a truly ruthless character!

"If we can't win, we'll try our best to delay!" Li Heng wore the Canghai Crown, his azure Tide Robe fluttered, and a Vast Ocean Pearl was summoned.

"My master has a premonition and has gone into seclusion to break through the path of spiritual medicine. No one is allowed to disturb him!"

"Absolutely right, absolutely right! Senior Brother and Junior Brother are right!" Huo Zhao, dressed in bronze armor and wielding the Xuanjin Three-Strong Blade, exuded a powerful aura that rose into the sky.

"Hey!"

Looking at Xiao Changce and Xu Qingshe, who remained silent but clearly supported Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, Master Hu Lei pinched his brow, feeling an extreme headache, and decided to leave.

Since the start of the battle at the Nine Springs Battlefield, cultivators have fallen like rain. What was once a top spiritual land of the Great Cloud Realm is now, under the erosion of resentment and hatred, faintly turning into a malevolent domain.

Beneath the emerald green bowl lid, Fang Yi, dressed in a blue robe, sat cross-legged on the altar, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.

His consciousness circulated, sensing the fierce, corrosive poisonous aura surrounding him.

"Chi Mingzi is in a hurry."

Thinking of Tian Que's telepathic message, Fang Yi made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the three lotus seeds on the fighting lotus platform in front of him were completely devoured.

The azure sky was filled with swirling clouds, and the hazy, clear light gathered, transforming into a wisp of extremely pure medicinal energy, seemingly reflecting the many spiritual herbs that had been refined over the past two hundred years.

"A third-tier superior-grade spiritual healer has finally taken this crucial step."

With a flick of his sleeve, the Azure Bodhi Branch shot out, transforming into a phantom of a blue dragon, baring its fangs and claws, and lunging to kill.

"Let's test its quality and see how much of this opportunity I can absorb."

With a flick of his fingertip, Fang Yi unleashed a hazy, clear light, and runes woven into the vast, precious clouds. He advanced further as if by natural progression, achieving mastery of wondrous magical powers.

"go with!"

　I've been away on a business trip for the past few days, so today's update is a little late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)