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

Chapter 886 A Bountiful Harvest, Returning to Xuan Yang

Fang Yi swept his gaze over the spiritual plants and precious herbs in the medicinal field, taking in the pungent, bitter, astringent, and fiery medicinal power.

He used his mind to deduce the effects of the medicine.

With his accumulated medical knowledge of refining natal medicinal energy at the third-tier superior level, and after a little deduction, a preliminary formula for tempering the body's spiritual energy took shape in his mind.

"nice one
What great stuff!
It has a rich medicinal properties, and when properly cultivated, it also possesses a wildness.
This Deer Demon is also a master in the study of spiritual plants.

"Hmm?" Zhang Heng stepped into the spirit garden, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of dark soil.

"Strange, it seems someone came here before us, but why didn't they take the elixir?"
Although the earth's energy is pure, it still retains a faint trace of demonic energy.

and"

“There is something strange about it.”

Fang Yi frowned slightly, snapping out of his reverie about the magical restrictions in the Heavenly Valley, and also stopped his mental calculations.

He made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the wisps of medicinal fragrance swirled around him. A phantom image of an ancient cauldron appeared, and a withered yellow flame ignited within it.

The pure wood elemental energy was absorbed into the cauldron, and as it was refined by the true fire, tiny gray particles were continuously extracted.

"There should be another medicinal herb king in this spirit garden that has been taken away."

It was the residual energy of the coffin that had been rescued earlier.
The bond between father and son is so deep, and Lu Xiaozi trusts him so much?
Even the method to break the seal on the core spirit garden, which had been nurtured for hundreds of years, was revealed to the coffin?

'The same goes for Nine Wounds.' Fang Yi murmured to himself, the arrangement seemed so familiar.

"Based on what I saw at the Burial Abyss decades ago, the Green Wood Palace possesses a top-tier puppetry lineage. Furthermore, Lu Xiaozi's innate divine power is related to puppetry."

Could it be...?
If my speculation is true, this Great Cloud is truly a land of heroes, where demons, monsters, ghosts, and strange creatures roam freely.

There's actually more than one Grand Master plotting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?

He had already grasped a corner of the truth and was considering finding another opportunity to verify it.

Fang Yi, having made up his mind to change things, looked at the thirty-odd third-tier spiritual plants in the herb garden and said:

"As previously stated, the body and inheritance of the Deer Demon Child belong to me, while the remaining harvest will be divided equally between Senior Brother You and True Man Hengyi."

Please, you two, go first.

"Hmm." You Xishan glanced over the vibrant medicinal plants and herbs vying for attention in the herb garden, where life force had transformed into clouds of mist. After a moment's thought, he spoke:

"I can take 10% less of this precious medicinal plant."

However, after the two junior brothers return to Xuan Yang Mountain, they will need to ask a master who cultivates spiritual plants for help.

"Use the essence of the elixir to stimulate the spiritual seed."

He gave a simple smile and then said, "The Deer Demon Child has a long lifespan and grows extremely high-quality spiritual herbs, many of which are unique treasures of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Moreover, it still possesses vitality and can produce spiritual seeds.

The sect's medicinal herb garden happens to be lacking this spiritual seed. I wonder what you two junior brothers think?

"This is simple."

Zhang Hengyi frowned slightly, then relaxed. "I am also the head of the Xuan Yang Mountain Ancestral Hall lineage."

I will donate a portion of the Spirit Seed to the Ancestral Hall to enrich the sect's foundation.

"Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Hengyi." You Xishan bowed deeply, his words sincere.

The third-tier spiritual plant forcibly nurtures a spiritual seed, and to ensure its survival, at least 10% of its medicinal efficacy is lost.

If it weren't for the fact that it was truly rare for Deer Demon to cultivate spiritual plants, he wouldn't have asked for them.

"Senior Brother You, you're too kind. Filling up the sect's spirit plant garden and enriching its foundation is what we should do."

Fang Yi nodded slightly in agreement.

He seemed lost in thought, as if no unexpected force had emerged to stir up the changing winds and clouds.

With his five-colored aura strong, Zhang Heng was focused on his cultivation. It was highly likely that You Xishan was the original candidate for the position of sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Third-tier spiritual plants are difficult to cultivate and grow slowly.

Even with the guidance of a master plant expert, who irrigates with real water and cultivates the land meticulously.

From taking root, sprouting, growing branches and leaves, until the plant matures and its medicinal effects are fully developed, it takes at least three or four hundred years.

Given You Xishan's lifespan, he couldn't even wait two hundred years, let alone three or four hundred.

"Haha, my two junior brothers are giving me face, I'll remember it," You Xishan said with satisfaction.

"Junior Brother Hengyi, please choose your spiritual plants first."

Zhang Hengyi didn't stand on ceremony, scanning the entire area with his divine sense to identify the properties of the spiritual herbs: [Withered], [Flourishing], [Life], [Water], and [Rotten].
The properties of the spiritual plants and precious medicines were reflected in my mind.

He then made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and streaks of emerald light transformed into a net that caught him.

Blood-Veined Fruit, Five-Leaf Orchid, Purple Millet, and Azure Wood, among other vibrant third-tier mid- to high-grade spiritual herbs leaning towards the path of wood growth, were unearthed along with the spiritual soil.

"Junior Brother Hengyi has gone too far."

You Xishan frowned slightly, and a beam of starlight fell from his fingertip, pressing down on a seven-foot-tall precious tree with gnarled branches and a crimson body.

"This Blood-Veined Fruit Wood should be given to Junior Brother Fang Yi. He needs this kind of spiritual medicine to cultivate his profound skills and temper his physical body."

After a moment's thought, Zhang Heng waved his sleeve, and the remaining nine spiritual herbs were absorbed into the sealing jade box.

The seven-foot-tall Blood-Veined Fruit Tree was pushed in front of Fang Yi by the azure spiritual light.

“Junior Brother Fang, it’s your turn,” You Xishan said.

“Hmm.” Fang Yi stepped forward and watched as all the spiritual plants that favored the way of wood were dug up.

The spiritual medicines of the Water-Nourishing and Wood-Straightening Paths are also collected.

The rest are all unorthodox medicinal herbs and poisonous plants such as Swallowing Spirit Moss, Withered Leaf Lotus Seed, and Green Scale Datura.

He frowned slightly, raised the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner to remove the poisonous weeds, and placed them alongside the spiritual plants that leaned towards decay.

You Xishan remained silent and said no more.

The Wood-Generating Elixir was needed by Zhang Hengyi, but it was not entirely useless to Fang Yi.

And this is the struggle of the Dao.

Although he had some conflicts with Zhang Hengyi, they were not mortal enemies who would fight to the death.

If they were enemies, it would be fine; it would just be a battle of wits, with the outcome determined by their cultivation levels.
Being from the same school, it was already the limit for Zhang Heng to take a step back and leave behind the Blood-Veined Fruit Tree.

"Fortunately, one side withers while the other prospers, but it's not a dead end..."

"The Golden List Master believes in fighting without breaking apart; this is the bottom line, and it cannot be violated..."

With a wave of his sleeve, You Xishan collected the remaining medicinal herbs that had been selected.

After a moment's thought, he took out a star-studded pearl from his sleeve and tossed it out.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is the Hanging Star Pearl, a token of the Star-Picking Pavilion's cave dwelling."

Senior brother remembers that you have a good relationship with Xu Qingshe. If he is interested in this batch of spiritual herbs, he can come to Zhaixing Pavilion to find me.

"It's rare for a talented alchemist to emerge from our sect. He can complete our alchemy lineage; we should nurture him carefully."

Fang Yi accepted the Star Pearl, bowed respectfully, and said, "Junior brother thanks senior brother on behalf of Green Snake."

“Yes, it’s just mutual support among fellow disciples. If you’re willing, Junior Brother, you can help out the younger members of the sect,” You Xishan said.

Zhang Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly spoke.

"The spiritual veins of Tianjue Valley are precious and cannot be left to the demon race."

I intervened to suppress the backlash from the spiritual vein, and the sect leader used the Creation Banner to extract the essence of the spiritual vein.

How much you can extract depends on your luck and resources.

Before Fang Yi could respond, he waved his sleeve, unleashing a surge of verdant magical power, and slammed down the Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler.

"boom!"

The earth shook and rocks tumbled down.

Dark cracks appeared on the ground, spreading like a spider web, as an invisible force seeped into the earth.

"Crash!"

Zhang Heng patted the storage bag, and a rope woven from ancient vines shot out and pierced through the cracks.

"Photography!"

"Gulu gulu."

A surge of spiritual energy erupted, transforming into swirling clouds and mist. A spiritual vein, surrounded by jade light, struggled incessantly, only to be forcibly extracted.

'This Hengyi is quite interesting.'

They have a deep-seated conflict with me, yet they are willing to do useless work.

When they surrounded and killed the Deer Demon Child earlier, they used the Wood Extreme Treasure to entangle with the Coffin Wood, clearly not using their full strength.

Now, however, it is to suppress the spiritual veins and create conditions for me to extract spiritual energy.

Suppressing a third-tier high-grade spiritual vein is extremely taxing on one's soul and mana, even more so than fighting the coffin. Is it because, compared to the demon race, the relationships among fellow disciples are closer?

Fang Yi murmured to himself, his hand seals changing as the withered yellow light rolled, and various Daoist auras of decay, corruption, and withering surged out from the swaying and flourishing of the Void Realm.

"Photography!"

"boom!"

The Daoist essence condensed into threads, transforming into three thousand slender roots that spread and penetrated the spiritual veins, consuming them like a whale swallowing a ton of water.

"Gurgle."
"Gurgle"

Within this blessed land of decay and prosperity, a waterfall of spiritual energy cascades down from the sky, nourishing spiritual plants from all directions and giving rise to mineral veins.

Deep underground, the spiritual veins murmured, vaguely transforming into an invisible giant maw that frantically devoured spiritual energy.

The spiritual eye, formed from the origin of the spiritual vein, is visibly growing stronger.

"Boom!"

The blessed land of withered and flourishing trembled, and a third-grade high-quality spiritual vein was used to extract its essence to refine a magical treasure.

If Tianjue Valley weren't a demon clan power, the migration of spiritual veins would be extremely difficult and there would be no chance of success.

Even if Zhang Hengyi, considering the dwindling bonds of camaraderie among his fellow disciples, had personally come, he would never have squandered such a precious resource.
An hour later.

The once lush and vibrant Tianjue Valley, with its colorful forests, has lost all its vitality, leaving only endless yellow sand and desolation.

Fang Yi wore a jade ornament on his head and a black brocade robe, his clothes fluttering gracefully, exuding an extraordinary air.

"Buzz!"

The three thousand roots in the air swallowed and drank like whales, their giant mouths trembling as they withered and flowed away, transforming into the withered and flourishing banners of the Ruins Realm, which fell to the ground.

He grasped the warm, smooth surface of the banner, feeling the eight protective barriers flowing within the essence of the magical artifact, with runes leaping about as if about to evolve into the ninth protective barrier.

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with joy, before he looked reluctantly at the remaining spiritual vein that was as solid as a rock.

"Extracting the remaining spiritual vein essence cannot be done in just three to five days."
At least one master of Feng Shui at the third level or above is needed to set up the ritual and connect with the Daoist principles.

"Senior Brother You, True Person Hengyi, let's go." Fang Yi wiped away his reluctance and solemnly said.

Having achieved their goal at Tianjue Valley, they then returned to Xuanyang Mountain to retreat into seclusion and complete the Scripture of Life, Death, and Prosperity.

Once the inheritance is complete, we will then open up and cultivate a path that integrates the Xuan Tian Ling Vine.

As for the changes in the situation after Sudu Mountain, or what legacy or backup plan the Deer Demon Child might have left behind.
It has nothing to do with him!
"good!

Junior Brother Fang Yi is right. To be honest, my soul has been constantly warning me.”

You Xishan nodded in agreement. To avoid danger, he was prepared to force Fang Yi to leave if he became obsessed with the spiritual veins.

As a top master of divination and having received teachings from six generations of patriarchs, he also discovered the strangeness of this Heavenly Valley.

However, Fang Yi's legacy has been completed, and his remaining lifespan is precious.

After that comes the matter of the vast ice plains of the Great Yu, which need not be wasted time.

"Buzz!"

The starlight transformed into a rainbow bridge, and You Xishan laughed heartily. "Fellow disciples, let's go."

Return to Xuanyang!

"boom!"

Thousands of miles away, the air was thick with the aura of corpses, the coffins were surrounded by eerie flames, and black bodily fluids dripped from between them.

"Walk?

"Stay here!"

"Crack!"

With a grating scraping sound, the ancient bronze coffin opened, revealing withered arms covered in red hair, surrounded by the aura of death, which emerged seemingly slowly but actually rapidly.

"laugh!"

A tremendous suction force emanated from the palm of the corpse hand, and a strange, distorted force field appeared, drawing Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and You Xishan towards it.

"Heh, heh, heh, I'm incredibly lucky today, I've run into you three little brats from Xuanyang Mountain on Sudu Mountain."

"If the three of you perish, your bodies and souls extinguished, will Crimson Eyebrows go berserk and charge into Mount Sudu?"

"It's him?!"

You Xishan, who had been confident since the encirclement and killing of the deer demon, suddenly changed his expression, raised the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, and quickly explained:

"Don't get entangled in a fight with this old monster."

The origins of this red-haired old corpse are unclear, and the spirit coffin it carries has the power to conceal heavenly secrets.

In terms of combat prowess, this red-haired old corpse is the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage in the Great Cloud Realm.

The lingering sound faded away, and the Big Dipper appeared, transforming into a magnificent jade sword, surrounded by silver light.

"The Big Dipper's Death Sword, slash!"

"Zheng!"

The majestic and solemn Big Dipper, surrounded by starlight, slashed out a piercing sword mark.

"The Big Dipper is the sword of death?"

"Tsk, what a despicable thing from Tianji Peak!" The red-haired old corpse felt a faint phantom pain in his soul, and his eerie green eyes flashed with malice.

"Buzz!" The withered, emaciated palm closed its five fingers together, the nails as black as ink joined together, and the energy was connected.

"Wonderful Technique: Raven's Beak Hand!"

"clang!"

A black crow phantom appeared, its withered fingers like a beak, pecking at the blade of the Big Dipper Death Sword.

A crisp sound of metal clashing echoed, and a crack appeared, severing the Starshine Sword.

"The Big Dipper is the sword of death?"

Since your late master, Tian Quezi, has come here, I will still give him some face.

Who do you think you are, a mere junior, to dare bare your teeth at me?

“And you!

"Sneaking around like that, relying on a precious wooden artifact, you think you can do anything to me?"

"Thump!" The coffin of the burial exhaled the aura of death, and a gray precious light flowed away, making a slight tremor.

"puff!"

The Azure Netherworld Sacrifice Ruler was knocked away, and Zhang Heng's face turned slightly pale, his eyes gleaming.

"Can fight!"

“But there’s no need.” Fang Yi waved his sleeve, carefully concealing the greed in his eyes, while his mind raced with madness.

'Good baby!'

This coffin, crafted through the sacrificial rituals of the Corpse Path, is truly perfect for the Crimson Yin.

And that old corpse, if we could capture it and refine it into a puppet, its essence would be no less than that of the Abyss Sea.

'What a pity'
The gap in cultivation levels is too great; my cultivation technique is not yet complete.

"Master Hengyi, Senior Brother Xishan, let's join forces!" Fang Yi extended his five fingers, each with distinct knuckles, as waves of hazy, yellowish Daoist energy swirled around him.

"Imperial Decree: Great Withered Vine Hand!"

The withered, yellow hand, woven from dry vines, seemed to emanate a spiritual energy as it slapped down.

“Don’t get entangled!” You Xishan nodded in agreement.

This top-tier monster, having reached the Core Formation stage, roamed freely without restraint. Even with the three of them joining forces and using all their trump cards, the chances of killing him were zero.

"Leave quickly, there's no need to make a losing deal."

To avoid wasting effort and ending up with nothing.

Strands of starlight flowed and transformed into a net, sealing off all directions.

Without hesitation, Zhang Hengyi made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the runes flowed, transforming into ancient vines that flicked like the tongues of a venomous snake.

"boom!"

A hazy, corpse-like aura rippled outwards, and the star net fluttered, with two streams of wood elemental power, one withered yellow and the other verdant green, reflecting each other brilliantly.

"Boom!"

After the aftermath was suppressed, the red-haired old corpse had disappeared without a trace, along with Fang Yi and the other two.

"Tsk, they're finally gone."

"An old friend is visiting, why are you being so secretive, you old deer?"

(End of this chapter)