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

Chapter 887 Returning to Xuan Yang, Using Disciples to Demonstrate the Law
"Why should Old Deer hide when an old friend comes to visit?"

The sound waves, like muffled thunder, spread out, the ground shook, and the surging divine sense in the coffin of burial protruded, sweeping across the Heavenly Valley inch by inch.

"..."

A quarter of an hour later.

"Really not here?"

The red-haired old corpse murmured softly, the coffin trembled slightly, and then turned into gray light and disappeared into the horizon.

"."

As the sun gradually set, the evening wind blew across the barren mountains, and yellow sand flew in the Tianjue Valley. In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.

"He's really not here?"

Could it be that Lu Xiaozi was truly wiped out by the juniors of Xuan Yang Mountain, leaving not a single trick in his hand?

A hazy, swirling cloud formation revealed the coffin of the deceased to be emerging from the air, with strands of pus trickling down from the gaps in its corners.
"eccentric."

"If that's the case, then there's no need to preserve the Heavenly Desolation Valley's spiritual vein."

"Buzz!"

The dark, ancient coffin trembled, and the lid slowly parted to reveal a gaunt, red-haired corpse hand.

The corpse hand exhaled and exhaled gray mist, then gently pressed down.

"boom!"

The Heavenly Valley shook violently, and the rocks turned to dust, leaving only a massive palm print.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The spiritual vein, which had already had half of its essence absorbed by Fang Yi, was severely damaged, and wisps of seven-colored mist rose up.

Visibly, the spiritual veins stretching for hundreds of miles are shrinking continuously.

"Um?

It seems he really isn't here.

The withered, emaciated corpse hand retracted into the burial coffin, and the red-haired old corpse uttered a sound of disdain.

"According to past calculations, the Jianyang Secret Realm has only a hundred years left before it is revealed. I originally wanted to find a helper to support each other and deal with the heroes of various sects."

The Great Yu region is home to many outstanding individuals, making it ten times more challenging than the three or two true masters of the Great Yun region.

"Now it looks like we're in trouble."

"The cultivator who wields the Netherfire Sword and the True Person who cultivates the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, who knows how much they will have grown in a hundred years."

The ancient, unadorned coffin exhaled gray mist, which then vanished into the horizon as a beam of light.

Three days later.

Tianjue Valley

"Click. Click."

A rock on the ground cracked open, and amidst the swirling aura of death, a gray pearl flew out.

"Tsk, this old thing is really well hidden; we haven't been able to trick him out yet."

Unfortunately, it cannot consume the top-tier demon body nurtured by eight hundred pregnancies.

However, this trip to the Jianyang Secret Realm will be much more fruitful with the help of another person.

"Oh!"

The gray orb exhaled the aura of death, and the remaining divine consciousness dissipated on its own. The orb transformed into a bone talisman and fell into the spiritual vein.

South of Tianjue Valley, three thousand miles away.

The mighty river surges on, its width stretching for tens of miles, and occasionally large river carp swim about, seemingly swallowing and spitting out their breath at the bright moon.

Shrimp and crabs swam at the bottom of the river, and occasionally scallops the size of millstones opened and closed. Beneath the murky silt, a secret cave was hidden by the law.

In the center of the secret cave, which is ten zhang in diameter, stands an ancient tree that is half withered and half thriving. Countless deer hoof runes, as thin as mosquitoes and flies, exhale Daoist charm and wander in the heart of the tree.

The coffin had delicate features, and he sat cross-legged on an ancient altar, wearing a green leaf cloak.

As he channeled his magical power, wisps of Daoist energy rose from the altar, refining into his soul, and his aura gradually surged.

"call!"

An hour later, he exhaled the turbid air from his chest, and with a wave of his hand, an ancient wooden observation platform was raised.

"Buzz!"

The ancient wooden observation platform trembled, and ten colors of spiritual light—blue, yellow, white, and black—converged within the platform, evolving into a chart depicting the energy flow of the Heavenly Valley.

"Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and You Xishan did indeed catch up, but luckily I was prepared and sacrificed the pawns to save the king."
More than thirty third-tier precious medicinal herbs are quite valuable even in the Great Yu Dynasty, let alone in the barren land of the Great Yun Dynasty.

But as long as I can save my life, it's all worth it!

The coffin reached out and stroked the half-withered, half-flourishing ancient tree, a smile playing on his lips.

Strands of pure vitality surged from his palm, transforming into verdant, demonic energy that continuously permeated the ancient wood.

"Hey, the old man had a change of heart at the last minute and saved my life."

This near-fourth-tier withered treasure tree finally fell into my hands.
With this precious tree to aid my cultivation, and with the old man's completed inheritance, the realm of a Great True Person cannot confine me.

Who knows, one day when I reach the peak of Core Formation, I might have the opportunity to glimpse the Nascent Soul realm!

"However, we must still be careful of that red-haired old corpse when we act now."

Recalling Lu Xiaozi's warning before his death, the coffin murmured softly. "The number one true cultivator at the Core Formation stage..."
Having single-handedly repelled the combined forces of three Great Immortals, I will discuss other matters after I have mastered the [Wood-Generating Treasure Mystic Scripture].

He reached out and summoned the wooden altar back, feeling the decaying and rotting Daoist spirit within it, and felt a pang of regret.

"What a pity, the old man switched to cultivating the Way of the Dead Wood in order to break through the bottleneck."

Although it is also the Way of Wood, it is fundamentally different from the Azure Wood Spirit Demon.

Otherwise, this superior-grade magic treasure altar would have been enough to allow me to advance further and reach the Great True Person realm.”

"The old man cultivated the way of ancient, decaying wood on his own, yet he passed on to me the [Wood Life Treasure Mystery Scripture]."

Now that I'm in the mid-stage of Core Formation, I can no longer change my foundation. Even with the incomplete copy of the [Azure Withering God Transformation Scripture] in hand, it offers little help to my cultivation.

At the bottom of the ancient altar, a corner has silently crumbled, bearing the marks of time.

An invisible divine thought, silent and still, breathed in and out, silently watching the life force that had transformed into verdant spiritual clouds, encircling the coffin.

"It's a pity that we couldn't complete the inheritance in the end, and we had to use this backup plan ahead of time."
If it breaks through to a higher level in the future, the price may drop by another 10%.

There must be a traitor within the demon race; otherwise, how could Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and You Xishan have coincidentally blocked the road to the ancient human city?

"Desolate Dragon, Golden-Eyed Ape King, Chen Yuhua, Blood Tooth."
Who is colluding with foreign enemies?
"Hmph, once I've overcome this calamity, I will take my revenge one by one."

The murmurs echoed in the secret cave, but for some reason, the coffin was completely unaware of them.

A stream of divine consciousness, swirling with demonic energy, slowly withdrew from the Cloud-Viewing Platform. Inside the altar, a pair of dim, yellowish eyes blinked.

"That old corpse is patient and has a deep and terrifying foundation. Why did it suddenly leave Lishan's lair?"

The ancient city of Dadu was shrouded in dark clouds, with a wild and demonic aura swirling around it, and a menacing atmosphere pervading the area.

Beams of spiritual light shot into the sky, emanating from the flames, and several Core Formation cultivators appeared.

Behind Sheng Bo'an, a stone tablet was surrounded by purple lightning. His face was solemn as he gazed at a majestic ape-like figure.

"Roar!" A ferocious roar rang out as the Golden-Eyed Ape King, wielding a black iron staff, slammed it down onto the mottled city wall.

"The Golden-Eyed Ape King is bullying the weak; this is going too far!" Within the ancient city, crimson light soared into the sky, and waves of fire crashed incessantly.

The furnace of heaven and earth spews forth true fire, meeting the black iron staff level with the eyebrows.

"boom!"

The heavens and earth roared as dark energy emanated from the black iron rod, fiercely clashing with the true fire.

"Buzz!"

Amidst the demonic tide, spirit apes howled, tigers roared, and crimson flame snakes as thick as buckets spewed venomous breath.
One after another, demonic energy rose up, flowing like rivers into the sea, transforming into the nascent form of a Daoist temple and descending to empower it.

"Roar!" The Golden-Eyed Ape King's fur flew up, and its aura, which had already reached the threshold of the sect leader's true form like Xu Qing Snake's, took another step forward.

"Bang!" The true flames dimmed, and the Heaven and Earth Furnace was repelled.

The Golden-Eyed Ape King roared, its malevolent aura swirling around it, and slammed down towards the ancient city of Dadu.

"kill!"

"Woo!"

A tiny monkey shadow landed, a gust of wind howled, and an ancient horn was blown.

"Ok?"

The Golden-Eyed Ape King's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Gu Jiushang not far away and then waved his sleeve.

"Withdraw!" The demonic tide that had besieged the ancient city for so long slowly receded, the sky-covering gray fog dissipated, and the sunlight shone down.

"They've returned?"

Within the ancient city, the Nine-Bend Immortal, clad in a purple-patterned round-necked robe, slowly revealed himself.

As he sensed several demonic figures dissipating from the demonic tide, he sighed:

"What a pity. Such an opportunity is rare. Who knows when we will encounter a leaderless demon race again?"

The Golden-Eyed Ape King and the Wild Dragon Demon King were cunning, striking and fleeing immediately, making it impossible to discern their true forms.

Half an hour later.

Thousands of miles away from the ancient city of Dadu, there are jagged rocks, eerie atmosphere, and seven or eight wild peach trees planted among them.

A three-foot-tall spirit monkey with wings on its back, surrounded by the power of wind spirits, fell as a blur.

He prostrated himself on the ground, his first-stage Core Formation aura surfacing, and respectfully reported, "Ape King, Deer Lord has fallen at the hands of human cultivators."

"The old deer has perished!"
No wonder you urged the horn to sound the retreat.

However, does the Great Cloud Realm still have a cultivator capable of causing the Deer Demon's demise?

The Golden-Eyed Ape King's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly stood up from the bluestone, his gaze burning.

Is this true?

"After calculating the aura, Elder Moon-Gazing Ape of Rotten Peach Mountain personally took action and found a place to fight."

Afterwards, the elder went to Tianjue Valley and confirmed that the spiritual veins were severely damaged.

The medicinal garden cultivated by the Deer Lord for over six hundred years has been completely looted, and even remnants of human cultivators' energy remain.

"Oh?

The Tianjue Valley herb garden is Lu Xiaozi's lifeblood; he would not give it up if there were even the slightest possibility.

That old deer lived for eight hundred years, yet it perished like this!

The Golden-Eyed Ape King roared to the sky, his face filled with joy, and said happily:

“Okay! Okay! Okay!

Finally, the day has come for me. Deer Demon has fallen, and the demons of Sudu Mountain are leaderless.
"Hey, it's my turn to be in charge!"

"boom!"

Within the stone forest, the Crimson Gold Spirit Ape exuded a fierce aura, surrounded by malevolent energy, and seven beams of precious light flowed around its eyebrow-length staff.

The aura it exuded was actually at the level of a sect leader.

"Zhaofeng, you are a naturally unique species, and your speed of escape is no less than that of a spirit bird in the mid-stage of Core Formation."

"Go immediately to the Ten Thousand Mountains and report this news to the Nascent Soul Demon Lord's sect."

The Golden-Eyed Ape King grinned greedily, its eyes bloodshot.

"Fortune changes like the wheel of fortune; thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

This benefited the human race from trade, allowing the deer-like creatures to accumulate a vast fortune over time.
"It's my turn, Rotten Peach Mountain!"

A hundred feet away, there are piles of blue stones, sprawling ferns, and occasionally one or two long vines hanging high.

"This old ape's aura has only recently broken through to the Master True Person realm, so Deer Demon Child is unaware of it."
This shows they are on guard and lurking in the shadows.
Those who can break through to the Core Formation stage are truly no ordinary people.

Gu Jiushang, clad in battle armor and holding a wooden-patterned mirror, leaned silently against the strange rock.

He gazed at the Golden-Eyed Ape King, whose face lit up with joy upon hearing of the Deer Demon's demise, while a memory bead spun rapidly.
"Whoever benefits the most is the most suspected."
"Since the master has returned to Xuan Yang to cultivate in seclusion, we'll need your head to settle this matter."

evening.

With the bright moon hanging high in the sky, a golden jade talisman fell into the cave surrounded by the spiritual light of the Earth element, only to be blocked by a layer of magical restriction.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, exhaled a stream of elixir, and then cast out a series of runes.

Brown runes emitted spiritual light, repairing the dimmed and torn corner of the Wuyang Array.

Half an hour later.

The spiritual light of the Wuyang Formation Diagram increased slightly, sinking into the spiritual spring and absorbing the power of Wu Earth.

Jiuqu reached through the magical barrier, removed the sound transmission talisman, and probed into it with his divine sense.

A moment later, a sound of astonishment rang out.

“Golden Eyed Ape King?
"Deer Demon has just perished, and yet he secretly contacts me. How audacious!"

After a moment's thought, he waved his hand and released a jade talisman.

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi has a good reputation. After making this move, he did not use it to seize any of my assets."
Now the demon race wants to resume their clandestine trade.

Jiuqu hesitated; he was unwilling to give up the profits from this trade.

Without the Golden-Eyed Ape King's contact, it would take at least sixty years to regain the trust of the demon race. By then, the demon race would have a new leader, and the aftermath of Deer Demon's fall would have completely subsided.

But if they continue to interfere...
"If one wants to continue to improve their cultivation after reaching the seventh level of Core Formation, they cannot do without the spiritual plants and precious medicines of the demon race."

However, just to be on the safe side...

He glanced around and looked toward the Xuan Yang Mountain encampment. After the demon tide receded, the two True Immortals, Xu Qingshe and Li Heng, left.

However, Qin Yu seemed to stay in the ancient city of Dadu in order to hone his skills as a spiritual healer.

"Bringing Qin Yu on board, even if it means giving up some profits, is a way to ensure stability."

In a corner of Dadu Ancient City, green bamboo sways in a cave, and the fragrance of herbs wafts through the air.

Qin Yu wore a black crown and a dark black robe. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. True fire flickered in his hand, burning a medicine furnace.

"The Great Master of Nine Turns?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtfully at the ethereal cultivators outside the cave.

"Is this what Master meant by the Five Extremes Peaks lineage's advantage in the competition with the Great Yu?"
Trade between the demon race?

Qin Yu closed his eyes slightly, put away the medicine furnace, and with a wave of his sleeve, the vermilion door slowly opened.

"What brings the Nine-Bend Immortal here?"

The next day.

Within the ancient city of Dadu.

A shadowy figure stepped out, draped in a gray curtain, its aura completely concealed.

Chang Qing, dressed in a plain white robe and with a thin figure, transformed into a streak of light and fled when he was a hundred miles away from the ancient city.

"I never expected it to be done so quickly."

"If Master Jiuqu can obtain spiritual plants, precious medicines, and all kinds of rare spiritual materials through this, I, as his disciple, can also get a share of the spoils."

Three days later, at Xuanyang Mountain.

Five Peaks.

On the jade-paved plaza, Huo Zhao, shirtless, sank into the spirit pool.

"Gulu."

"Gulu.Gulu"

The medicinal liquid in the spirit pool churned, with bubbles of varying sizes rising up, carrying wisps of impurities.

Xuan Yang Mountain had long been completely relocated. Fang Yi looked at the thousand-foot-tall fire-swallowing tortoise, waved his hand, and sent out a beam of spiritual light to lift up the medicine cauldron.

He immediately took a step forward, and lotus flowers appeared and disappeared beneath his feet as he landed on the tortoise's back.

"Surfing the Dushan Mountains, Qin Yu and Jiu Shang managed the affairs."

The Five-Flower Immortal of the Vast Ice Plains requested aid; Huo Zhaoning's Pill could only be obtained by following the route.

"boom!"

Seemingly sensing that everyone was present, the Fire-Swallowing Turtle roared to the sky, its four pillar-like legs stomped out, and it fled towards the Great Yu under the influence of purple aura.

On the tortoise's back, pavilions and towers stood tall, and one after another, Core Formation Realm cultivators emerged.

The sounds of ancestral worship filled the air as Zhang Heng held the Azure Darkness Suppressing Ruler in one hand, with Huang Daiyue and Yang Xuanyi standing on either side of him.

“It’s finally come to this.” He murmured, the witch-like markings spreading across his temples like green vines.

The strange phenomena at the Star-Picking Pavilion rotated, the Big Dipper hung high, and You Xishan, holding a dove-shaped staff and wearing hemp clothing, looked towards the direction of Dayu, his heart filled with anticipation.

"Only by stepping into the prosperous land of Dayu can we have the possibility of making further progress."

A corner of Chiyang Cliff was cut off. Zhu Huan wore a white robe with narrow sleeves and a long sword on his back, the sword clanging loudly.

"The true masters of the various sects of Dayu are unknown in their origins."
"Am I stronger or weaker than him?"

(End of this chapter)