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

Chapter 900 Achieving the Golden Elixir, Gathering the Great Herb

"Junior Brother Huo was harmed by thieves, which severely damaged his vital energy, and he has endured great hardship."

Qin Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, sighed softly, "Now my junior brother's luck has finally turned around, and he has the potential to make even greater progress."

Looking into the side hall of Changqing Palace, crimson blood energy soared into the sky.

With a flick of his fingertip from his sleeve, Fang Yi severed all the energy connecting the silver phoenix pattern, leaving only a trace of its essence.

A cultivator's core formation cannot tolerate the slightest external disturbance; leaving even a trace of sensation for deducing the [Four-Nine Profound Technique] is already the limit.

This slightest feeling was all thanks to the power of the completed Sutra of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing.

Interfering with a cultivator's core formation is a recipe for disaster; one wrong step can lead to a series of mistakes.

At best, the quality of the pill will drop; at worst, the breakthrough will fail, and not even a fake pill can be formed.

Fang Yi invested a huge amount of manpower and resources, and nearly ten third-tier spiritual treasures and medicines. How could he allow Huo Zhao's pill grade to drop?

"boom!"

Yellow lightning roared, thick leaden clouds gathered and stretched for hundreds of miles, and the vast aura gradually locked onto Changqing Palace.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself.

'here we go'

Five colors of spiritual light—green, yellow, red, black, and white—converged, outlining a meridian chart in the dantian.

If Huo Zhao were to see the treasure map, he would know the flow of magical power within it, which is exactly the same as the state of his meridians.
As the meridian pathways continued to improve, the spiritual energy above the Evergreen Hall swirled and expanded.
In the blink of an eye, the vortex that kept spinning and swallowing spiritual energy from all directions had expanded to eighty miles.

And it continues to expand.
"His aura can absorb nearly a hundred miles of spiritual energy; Junior Brother Huo Zhao's Core Formation this time must be of a high grade."

Qin Yu and Li Heng exchanged a glance, both seeing the relief in each other's eyes.

Fang Yi had six disciples. In his early years, he spent a fortune to buy horse bones and took in Chu Jing, but he did not strive for improvement.

They had already made the most of their resources; their flesh and blood, along with their souls, had been refined into half-dead living puppets.

Five disciples are still alive, among whom the least capable is Feng Yuanzheng, who came to the master with his skills and has lived on Black Abyss Island in Sudu Mountain for a long time.

He was at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, not far from reaching the Core Formation stage, and was in charge of the trade between the Five Extremes Peak lineage and the demon race after Qin Yu left.
As for the youngest disciple, Fan Deye, he has only recently reached the Foundation Establishment stage and is still too young.

Qin Yu treated him more like a junior than a fellow disciple.

He had the deepest camaraderie with Li Heng and Huo Zhao, who were his fellow disciples.

"Those petty scoundrels who harmed Junior Brother Huo have been eliminated by Master; otherwise, once I advance further, I will surely take their lives."

Li Heng held the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, its azure light illuminating the surrounding energy.

Feel the meridian pathways in your dantian continuously improving, with each of the 365 main acupoints being illuminated.

Fang Yi ignored the second time the word "petty scoundrel" appeared in his ear, his mind wandering inexplicably.

He glanced at the intense heat emanating from the Changqing Hall, then at the two disciples out of the corner of his eye, and chuckled to himself.

That scoundrel is none other than your master!
I hope that Yu'er and Heng'er will make great progress, and that one day you two will not end up in Huo Zhao's situation.

Fang Yi murmured to himself, ever since Huo Zhao, out of fear of failure, abandoned the idea of ​​breaking through his core and rebuilding his foundation.
His status plummeted in Fang Yi's eyes, even falling below that of Fan Deye, who had only recently established his foundation.

The path to immortality is arduous, but with the support of teachers and the assistance of fellow disciples, one can achieve great things.
If even this disciple doesn't dare to take a chance, then he/she is not only incapable of inheriting the lineage, but his/her future is also visibly bleak.

What use is Huo Zhaoliu to him?
"Buzz!"

As the thick, leaden clouds surged and streaks of lightning appeared, an aura seemed to lock onto cultivators within a hundred miles.
Inside Chaoyang Pavilion, a purple aura rose, transforming into a continuous, precious light that surrounded Changqing Hall, isolating the cultivators' energy.

Chi Meizi sighed helplessly.

“Nephew Fang, I know that you are good at teaching disciples.”

The two Golden Core disciples, once Huo Zhao breaks through to the next realm, will have trained three Golden Core True Persons.

Thousands of years ago, cultivators with such abilities were extremely rare in the Great Cloud Dynasty.

"But disciples should not be so casual about forming their core. If it leads to the downfall of a true master in the sect, it will be a lose-lose situation."

Fang Yi straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully. "Uncle-Master Chi Mei, rest assured, this disciple will be fully prepared next time."

"There will be a next time?" Red-browed Man snorted coldly and said no more.

"Master Uncle, please forgive me. In this vast icy plain, only our sect possesses spiritual veins, making it the most suitable place for my disciple to condense my core."

Fang Yi apologized, his expression gentle.

He could easily have missed the fact that Chi Meizi showed affection for the younger generation of Golden Core cultivators.

However, Huo Zhao's Core Formation was a grand affair, alarming over ten thousand fellow disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain.

As the Supreme Elder, Chi Meizi needed to find a way to appease the disciples in his sect.
"This junior is always shrewd, but he's investing too much in his disciples."

Inside the Chaoyang Pavilion, Chi Meizi wore a robe embroidered with the rising sun and a jade belt around his waist.

He chuckled and cursed, his gaze remaining fixed on the brown ancient painting hanging in the air.

"It took Wu Hua a lot of effort to bring back this map of the feng shui and geomantic veins of the Ice Plains, so we can't waste it."

As the spiritual veins advance in rank, spiritual energy will gather autonomously within the icy plains, and a near-fourth-tier spiritual eye will appear.

Although it's unknown how many spiritual eyes will emerge from the creation of heaven and earth, each one is a treasure of nature and a key to competing for fourth-tier spiritual veins.

Behind Chi Mei, a purple sun rose, manifesting Daoist phenomena and continuously deducing the changes in the spiritual veins.

Zhaixing Pavilion.

You Xishan stood with his hands behind his back. On the wooden table three zhang away from him were three demon kings emanating the aura of the early stage of Core Formation. Their brow bones were pierced by a finger mark.

He quietly left the Xuan Yang Mountain base at some unknown time, and returned after killing several third-tier demon kings.

"The remains of the three demon kings are of superior quality and should be able to be exchanged for a considerable number of divination artifacts from the Four Seas Merchant Guild."
"And we should also begin preparing the life-giving spiritual items for refining the Heavenly Witch Jade."

"Ok?"

Sensing the aura emanating from the Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord, he finally looked up from his deep contemplation.

"Another Golden Core cultivator?"

Within the Evergreen Hall, a masculine cultivator clad in bronze armor bearing beast marks and wielding a three-pronged black metal weapon stepped out.

"I have passed two of the three stages of Core Formation. Once I pass the tribulation of lightning, I will be able to complete the Golden Core."

Junior Brother Fang is truly skilled at teaching disciples; this is his third Golden Core disciple.

Yu Xishan's eyes sparkled as he glanced over Fang Yi, Qin Yu, and Li Heng before finally settling on Fan Deye.

"Cultivators who practice the Gengjin Life-Refining Book and wish to condense their Golden Core cannot do without my lineage's inheritance."
Junior Brother Fang Yi has secured a choice for you.

"Nephew Deye, are you content with the status quo, or are you here to fight for a foothold in the Dao Foundation?"

He chuckled softly, a look of anticipation in his eyes.

"With Huo Zhao's condensed core, Fang Yi's profound technique, which has consumed so much of his effort, will surely be able to be fully deduced through this."

In the Ancestral Hall, bronze spirit lamps hang high, their candlelight flickering.

Zhang Heng took off his sacrificial robe covered with mulberry and peach patterns, revealing his bare upper body.

In the dim light, one could vaguely see the interplay of green bamboo patterns and the imagery of spring growth on pale skin.

He turned his gaze from the Evergreen Hall to the altar.

A white jade sculpture of a shaman, wearing a peach branch adorned with jade, with a nine-hole green jade hanging from it.

Her left cheek, radiating vitality, was embroidered with spiral mulberry leaf patterns, and her brow was dotted with red cinnabar. She wore a deep blue robe with a cross-collar and a five-colored silk sash around her waist.

The ancient shaman statue, carved from third-tier spirit wood, attracted spirits from the unseen realm.
"Edict!"

The three-foot-long Spirit-Nourishing Incense was lit, and its icy fragrance rose gently, seemingly transforming into a celestial blade.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal and jade clashing echoed in the darkness, and the tall green bamboo on Zhang Hengyi's back seemed to devour a corner of the picture of spring growth.

"Wooden Ritual: Soul Devouring"

He murmured softly, a dark blue sorcerer's seal between his brows emanating magical power, surrounded by a wild and untamed aura.

Then one after another, phantom images of ancient people appeared, stepping in the Nuo steps, holding dove-like staffs, ancient tripods, or feathers.
“Witchcraft: God. Me.”

The barely audible words were drowned out by the sounds of the sacrificial rites.

While Fang Yi's disciple was achieving the Golden Core stage, Zhang Heng had other important matters to attend to.

"He's just a Golden Core cultivator. Once I've mastered my sorcery, he'll know better than to leave me alone."

Don't know what's good for you?
It's just a blood offering.

At Chiyang Cliff, Wuhua leaned lazily against a wicker chair, her eyes half-closed, comfortably feeling the cold wind caressing her skin.
"Junior Brother Hengyi, I underestimated you," she murmured, then withdrew her divine sense and stopped caring about the affairs of the sect.

With the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord around, she wouldn't be able to suffer any losses no matter what.

Half an hour later.

A hundred miles of leaden clouds rolled and purple lightning gathered, striking down like divine punishment.

One after another, thunder roared, Huo Zhao stood tall and straight, his face resolute, and he slashed with his Xuanjin Three-Pointed Blade.

"Boom!"

The last bolt of lightning was shattered, the dark clouds dispersed, and golden light shone down, making Huo Zhao appear exceptionally heroic.

"This disciple has successfully completed the mission and attained the Golden Elixir!"

Huo Zhao strode forward, then knelt and bowed before Fang Yi. "Huo Zhao thanks Master for his guidance."

"Ah."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, and a gentle force behind him transformed into mist, helping Huo Zhao to his feet.

Feeling the energy of the silver phoenix pattern and the completed meridian flow diagram in his dantian, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Consolidate your spiritual level diligently, lest you waste this opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dim, golden light swirled around him, and Fang Yi vanished without a trace.

Above the azure clouds, sensing the convergence of several divine senses from the sidelines, Xu Qingshe revealed a compassionate expression.

After a moment's thought, he patted his storage bag, and a bottle of spiritual medicine flew out from his sleeve and hovered in the air.

"Nephew Huo has just forged his Golden Core, and it is important to consolidate his foundation. This bottle of Pure Yuanbao Pills is a small token of my appreciation as his uncle."

"Nephew, please keep this safe. After refining the Pure Yuan Treasure Pill, it will be enough to solidify your foundation."

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!" Huo Zhao bowed respectfully, accepted the precious pill, and watched Xu Qingshe leave.

Xuan Yang Mountain had just occupied the Ice Valley, and everything was in need of rebuilding. If Huo Zhao hadn't been Fang Yi's disciple, Xu Qing She wouldn't have taken time out of her busy schedule to come and observe.
It's just a Golden Core cultivator at the first level of Core Formation.
To him, they were merely juniors he could kill on his own.

A few moments.

Above the azure spiritual cloud, only Li Heng, Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Fan Deye remained.

Qin Yu took out a bowl-shaped magical artifact from his sleeve. Inside the artifact, a turquoise liquid churned, and the fragrance of the medicine was refreshing.

"Junior Brother Huo, I am not as wealthy and powerful as Senior Uncle Xu, who can casually take out a mid-grade third-tier precious pill."
This is a blood-nourishing spiritual marrow concocted by my senior brother; it's somewhat beneficial for body-refining cultivators.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin."

Li Heng also took out a fist-sized piece of cold iron from his sleeve and spoke.

"Third-grade low-level three-patterned cold iron, Junior Brother Huo may take it to refine his natal magic weapon, the Profound Gold Three-Pointed Blade."
"May Junior Brother He continue his cultivation journey; from now on, his future is bright."

"Thank you, Junior Brother Li!" Huo Zhao said with emotion, carefully putting away the spiritual liquid and cold iron from the alms bowl.

Qin Yu glanced at Li Heng, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Junior brother, please go into seclusion first. Come find me after your cultivation has stabilized."

At night, a cold wind blew through the icy valley, and heavy snowflakes drifted down.

The Evergreen Hall is surrounded by vitality, with lush vegetation and swaying bamboo all around.

Inside the side hall, the crimson gold magic barrier flowed, transforming into a thin veil to separate the inside from the outside.

Huo Zhao sat cross-legged in the jade pool, with a bowl-shaped ritual implement hanging high above, and emerald green spiritual liquid slowly dripping down.

"Buzz!"

As the spiritual liquid was continuously refined, the foundation and magical power that had been weak for a short time before the core was formed were gradually stabilized.

A quarter of an hour later.

Huo Zhao exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his crimson blood essence transformed into mist, completely filling the empty hall.

"Senior Brother has put a lot of thought into this; the spiritual liquid is specially brewed for body cultivators."
After taking the Pure Yuanbao Pill bestowed by my Uncle-Master Green Snake, my cultivation will be completely stabilized in at most one month.

This vast icy plain is full of opportunities; perhaps I can even catch a glimpse of the realm of a Great Master.

As for the Nascent Soul realm, Huo Zhao had long since given up hope.

"For us cultivators, having a powerful backer is indeed the most important thing."

Changqing Main Hall.

Fang Yi flicked his fingertip, and magical power surged forth, sending a beam of spiritual light down.

The insect-like patterns on the surface of the earthenware pot slowly tilted.

"Imperial Decree: Swallow Blood!"

A drop of pure blood essence fell into the urn, and human-faced insect eggs wriggled on the inner wall of the urn.

A cloying, rotten smell wafted from the mouth of the jar, attracting blood-winged mosquitoes, ghost-faced white spiders, and rotting-headed greenbottle flies.
Thousands of insect eggs poured out, transforming into a colorful swarm of insects, their legs colliding and rolling in the jar.

"Refining!"

The banners of decay and prosperity fluttered in the desolate realm, and several gilded insect eggs fell to the ground.

The fierce battle raged within the clay urn. The insect eggs trembled and frantically tried to escape, but were suppressed by the magical barrier and transformed into purple poisonous breath, which was then devoured by the insect eggs.

"squeak!"

The melodious chirping of cicadas filled the air, and a three-foot-long phantom image of a golden cicada appeared.

Fang Yi's face lit up with joy as he waved his hand and tossed a demon king's skeleton into the container.

"Gulu.Gulu"

A sucking sound rang out from the cicada, and it was visible to the naked eye that the third-tier demon king, whose blood and energy were abundant, was completely devoured in just a few breaths.

The last vestige of life within the golden cicada egg can grow several times larger.

"The Great Yu is still the richest, with a constant supply of third-tier blood food."
After years of lying dormant, the painstaking efforts to feed the birds only managed to keep them clinging to life.

It takes ten times the time, yet it still can't compare to the achievements of the Great Yu Dynasty in a month.
With the remains of this demon king to feed on, and by exchanging them for Gu Dao elixirs from the Four Seas Merchant Guild, there's an 80% chance that the Yuan Jin Chan, ranked thirty-ninth on the Heavenly and Earthly Wonders List, will hatch.

As the essence and blood in the Thousand Cocoon Jar gradually dried up, the gilded insect eggs fell silent once more. Fang Yi waved his sleeve and carefully put the Thousand Cocoon Jar away.

The list of wondrous insects in the world was his trump card, which he had prepared to reveal publicly.

"Next up is my unambitious 'good' disciple."

The blue lotus blossoms beneath his boots seemed to bloom and fade, and his tall figure disappeared into the main hall.

One month later.

Huo Zhao swallowed a pill the size of a longan, feeling the pure medicinal power transform into spiritual rain, falling into his dantian.

The crimson-gold elixir slowly rotated, and under the nourishment of the medicinal rain, its size increased almost imperceptibly by a single sliver.

"The last pill"
Fortunately, my cultivation is already stable, and I can freely seize the vast opportunities in the Ice Plains.

"Ok?"

His expression suddenly changed as a sharp pain surged from his dantian. He circulated his magical power and was about to transmit his voice.

"Crack!"

The divine body's blood energy washed over his soul, sending a tingling sensation through him.

"How could this be
Master, Master, save me!

Huo Zhao's face was contorted with rage as he suppressed the excruciating pain and crawled toward the gate, his limbs twitching.

He stared intently at the main hall of Changqing, his body wriggling with difficulty.

"My master is a top-tier third-level medical master. As long as he discovers this, he will surely be able to save my life."

A trail of blood gradually spread, crawling towards the heavy door.

"Tsk~~"

Huo Zhao struggled to touch the heavy door before losing consciousness completely.

A wisp of blue light appeared, revealing Fang Yi's tall and straight back, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

His five fingers flickered with spiritual light as he murmured softly.

"After more than a hundred years of cultivation, this great medicinal herb is finally ready to be harvested."

"Oh!"

With his long fingers, he landed on Huo Zhao's dantian, and a wisp of silver light accompanied by a melodious phoenix cry.
(End of this chapter)