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

Chapter 9: In front of Qianzhi Garden
In the past few months, Fang Yi not only practiced the Sutra of Life and Death, but also went to the sect's Sutra Library many times to borrow ancient books.

He is very knowledgeable and now has a good understanding of the entire Dayun cultivation world.

This world of immortal cultivation is the same as the previous life. It is based on many spiritual veins and has established one immortal cultivation country after another of different sizes.

The levels of the many immortal cultivation countries vary.

The strong ones are led by Yuanying ancestors, and the weak ones are also led by several Jindan masters to suppress the whole country.

The Dayun Immortal Cultivation Country is one of the most abundant cultivation resources among many immortal cultivation countries and ranks among the best.

The Qingyun Mountains are not far from Xuanyang Mountain, are rich in resources, and are backed by the demon clan’s holy land, the Shiwan Mountains.

Although there are mostly first-level monsters active in the periphery, it is still very dangerous.

As for Fang Yi, he had studied in depth the art of puppetry among the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.

As long as you steadily accumulate spirit stones and refine puppets, you can enter a positive cycle.

There is no need to do things where the risk and reward are not proportional.

He was very clear about his own combat capability, as he was only at the first level of Qi training.

Even if he has a wealth of means, a first-level mid-grade monster is enough to make him pay a terrible price.

Nowadays, with a long lifespan, stable business operation and accumulation are the first choice.

……

Seeing that he was rejected again, Fan Dacheng was still unwilling to give up.

Just as Fang Yi said, the Qingyun Mountains are ultimately a place of both danger and opportunity for cultivators at the first level of Qi training.

He had seen several cultivators of the same period killed by monsters, leaving no trace of their bodies.

He had acted cautiously in the past few months, hunting down several low-grade first-level monsters, which were just the most ordinary monsters in the Qingyun Mountains.

Monsters like the Green Leaf Sheep and the Wide Eared Fox have the lowest combat power and value among the lower-grade monsters.

After deducting the pills for recovery and healing, the profit was very little.

However, Fan Dacheng also gained something and became more decisive in his actions.

During these months of hunting, he gradually developed some friendships with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, and they established a foundation of mutual trust.

The three of them discussed going deeper into the Qingyun Mountains to hunt down valuable low-grade monster beasts.

As both are low-grade monsters, the Gale Wolf is only more than twice as expensive as the Green Leaf Sheep, and of course, it is just as dangerous.

This Mountain-Breaking Hammer was a magical weapon that Fan Dacheng and two other people exchanged for to enhance their self-defense capabilities.

Therefore, Fang Yi, who has wood spiritual roots and is good at binding spells, is naturally Fan Dacheng's invitation target.

"Brother Fang, if you change your mind, you must come to Courtyard No. 19, Bingzi, to find me."

Fang Yi smiled softly, as gentle as jade. "Don't worry, Dacheng. If I want to hunt monsters, I will definitely look for you."

Seeing Fang Yi was determined, Fan Dacheng sighed, said no more, and began to select tasks on the jade wall.

……

Fang Yi picked for a moment and confirmed that there was no other more suitable task.

After accepting the task of cultivating the spiritual fields, he said hello to Fan Dacheng and headed to Qianzhi Garden.

After he left the Examination Hall, Zhang Long spoke with some indignation.

“Fellow Daoist Fan, you are praising Fang Yi so much.

I thought he could take on some mission, but it was just to go to Qianzhi Garden and be a spiritual farmer cultivating spiritual fields for others.

Qianzhi Garden is the territory of the Li family, where the spiritual farmers are carefully selected. How can it be so easy to enter?"

Zhang Long sneered. "Don't waste your time!"

"Fellow Daoist Fan, your brother Fang is a little ungrateful.

If you are so timid and unwilling to take even the slightest risk, how can you still cultivate immortality?

“I have seen many monks like this in my daily life.

The lifespan of a Qi-cultivating cultivator is limited. When they reach sixty, their Qi and blood decline, and they have no hope of building a foundation, then it will be too late to regret.

Zhao Hu was also dissatisfied, but he was more worried about going deep into the Qingyun Mountains to hunt monsters.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, would you like to invite one or two more people?
There is one less monk who is good at binding spells.

Even if we continue to go deeper into the Qingyun Mountains, it will be difficult to capture and kill this valuable first-level monster."

Seeing that Fang Yi was cautious in nature, Fan Dacheng was afraid that it would be difficult to persuade him, so he pondered for a while.

“I also know of a cultivator with wood spiritual roots. Although he is not as good as Brother Fang, he also knows some binding spells.

After I accept the task, I will go and invite him again."

……

Day two.

Lingyang Peak, in front of Qianzhi Garden.

Fang Yi saw dozens of cultivators waiting in front of the gate. "Junior Brother Fang, are you here too?"

Fang Yi turned around and saw Chang Sun Bao, whom he met in the storage room that day.

Chang Sun Bao was different from the mercenary man that day, and it was obvious that he had taken good care of it.

He wore a green jade crown on his head, a jade ring on his waist, a royal blue robe, and a storage bag embroidered with gold thread slung around his waist.

He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, feeling that he had a bit of the demeanor of a gentleman.

But that was not the case in Fang Yi's eyes.

Jade crown, robes, storage bag, Fang Yi subconsciously estimated his wealth based on his experience in his previous life.

The jade crown should be a low-grade magic tool with the effect of clearing the mind, and its estimated value is fifty spirit stones. The robe has a slight protective aura and is more expensive, costing eighty spirit stones.

The storage bag has a gold thread mark, which should be a gift from the elders in the family. It is several square meters larger than ordinary storage bags and most of them have secret marks. After being obtained, it can be sold at half price.

Well. If you want to sell it quickly on the black market, the price is one hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones.

It's just that his cultivation is a little low, and his flesh, blood and soul are not of much use.

However, due to its outstanding appearance, if it can be captured alive, the cultivators of the Hehuan Dao should be interested in cultivating its essence. The estimated price is one hundred spirit stones.

Fang Yi shook his head guiltily, reminding himself that this was Xuanyang Mountain, not Mingquan Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Changsun, aren't you working in the miscellaneous yard? Why are you here in Qianzhi Garden?"

When Chang Sun Bao heard what Fang Yi asked, his face turned bitter.

"Some idiot reported me to my elders for accepting bribes.

The elders at home said that I was too short-sighted, so they punished me by sending me to Qianzhi Garden to temper my temper."

"But don't worry, Fellow Daoist Fang. Although cultivating the spiritual fields is laborious and tiring, the returns are more than just thirty spiritual stones."

After hearing this, Fang Yi wanted to find out more information and pointed at Changsun Bao who was dressed as a young master.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't seem to be here to cultivate spiritual fields, but rather..."

"Looks like you're here for a blind date, right? Daoist friends, have good taste."

A strange voice, with a hint of teasing, suddenly interrupted the conversation between Fang Yi and Chang Sun Bao.

Fang Yi turned his head and saw a young monk wearing a red robe with pure aura.

Carrying a magic hoe, barefoot, he walked a few steps to Chang Sun Bao and looked at him provocatively.

Then he said hello.

"My name is Li Yuanzi, and I'm honored to meet you, Brother Changsun."

When Fang Yi saw Li Yuanzi coming here, he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

He quietly took a step back and blended into the crowd, unwilling to get involved in the dispute between the two young masters from aristocratic families.

He felt the undisguised aura of Li Garden.

"He's at the middle stage of Qi training, and that spirit hoe is also a middle-grade magical weapon."

Chang Sun Bao saw Li Yuanzi's bad tone and looked puzzled.

"Friend Li, we have never met before, why are you like this?"

Li Yuanzi looked at Changsun Bao deeply, stroking the magic hoe in his hand, his tone intriguing.

"If you are visiting my Qianzhi Garden, I will welcome you with a welcome."

"I'm afraid that you might have other intentions than drinking, and might have thoughts you shouldn't have. So, you better be careful."

Chang Sun Bao looked confused and took out a decree from his arms.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?
I just accepted the mission from the sect, came here to cultivate the spiritual fields, and borrowed the spiritual spring to cleanse my body."

"That's better!" Li Yuanzi snorted coldly.

He knew that the Changsun family also had a master who had established his foundation in the sect.

He trained Qi to the ninth level, established the foundation of Taoism, and lived for four hundred years. He was a master of foundation building, and was a big figure even in a big sect like Xuanyang Mountain.

Chang Sun Bao came here with legitimate reasons and legal orders, and a few words from me alone would not be enough to dissuade him.

But I just came here to give it a try and didn't hold out too much hope.

Li Yuanzi glanced at Fang Yi and the others obscurely, then turned and left.

Not long after, a steward with a mustache and an abacus slung over his waist pushed open the gate of Qianzhi Garden.

He was a little surprised when he saw the thirty or fifty Qi-cultivating monks in front of the door.

I muttered in my heart.

'The Qianzhi Garden has always had strict examinations for recruiting monks. This is not the first batch of recruits, so why are there so many monks coming this time?

There are also sword cultivators?!

　Young author, please read and collect!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)