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

Chapter 124: Wind-Feathered Eagle Appears
Fang Yi put down the Seven Rings in his arms, and then patted its forehead lightly.

"You guard this place. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

Qijie nodded his silvery-white head on the ground and emanated a beam of spiritual light. Then, a brownish-yellow demonic energy surged, and the spiritual light transformed into a black flag, sealing off the entire quiet room.

Seeing this, Fang Yi was very satisfied. He lightly tapped his finger, and several balls of light floated in the air. The balls of light emitted a white light, illuminating the dark cave entrance.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

In the half-dark and half-white tunnel, the sound of monks' footsteps echoed. Not long after, Fang Yi's eyes lit up and he came to a cave.

The grotto is only about half an acre in size, like an upside-down bowl lid, with dozens of luminous pearls inlaid on the top, and the rest of the area is paved with quasi-first-grade spiritual material, spirit-sealing stone.

Although this spirit-sealing stone is only a quasi-first-grade spirit material, it is usually used by cultivators to seal their own tombs and caves after death, and it has an excellent spirit-sealing effect.

Combined with the several first-grade, top-quality formations that Fang Yi had set up in Xuanbao Garden, it was enough to block the prying eyes of ordinary foundation-building masters.

In the center of the grotto is an ancient altar about ten feet high, on which are carved birds, beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Strands of golden-red blood spread across the altar, reaching the center of the altar.

In the center of the altar, there were strands of blood, and wind-attributed spiritual power gathered on them, wrapping around a spiritual bird. The wingspan of the spiritual bird was five meters, and its whole body exuded a fierce aura.

"A quasi-second-level puppet! Wind-feathered Eagle!"

The feathers of this wind-feathered eagle are sky blue, its wings are broad and powerful, and its feathers are slender. Each feather has been carefully carved by Fang Yi and emits a faint glow.

The eagle's beak is made of high-quality spiritual gold, sharp as a knife, flashing with cold light. The whole puppet is almost indistinguishable from the monster beast Fengling Eagle, with an upright and elegant posture.

This is Fang Yi’s greatest achievement in the past two years.

He used the skeleton of the wind-feathered eagle obtained from Xiaoyue Mountain as material and added many spiritual materials. Now he is only one step away from becoming a second-level puppet.

But Fang Yi was not satisfied. This fine line made a world of difference.

A quasi-second-level puppet can be fought by several high-level Qi training cultivators working together, or a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training who has achieved a small perfection in one of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit.

The second-level puppet is an exclusive treasure for those who have established their foundation, and can easily kill a dozen high-level Qi training cultivators.

"What a pity, we are ultimately limited by spiritual materials."

Fang Yi sighed.

After spending so many spiritual materials and precious ingredients, he only managed to refine a quasi-second-level puppet. For him, it was already a loss-making deal.

"It all depends on whether this wonder of heaven and earth can help him take the final step."

He took out a folding fan magic weapon and poured the magic power of Ku Rong in his hand into it.

"call!"

The wind was howling wildly, and the wind-attributed spiritual power gradually gathered towards the folding fan magic weapon.

Wisps of black gale whistled out from the fan. Under Fang Yi's control, they wound around the majestic Wind-Feathered Eagle puppet on the altar.

Fang Yi was multitasking, his whole body filled with green light, and more than ten bodies of wind-attributed monsters slowly floated out of the storage bag.

"Dong dong. dong"

Black-winged birds, swift wind wolves, and floating night snakes, all wind-attributed monsters, landed on the ancient altar and the blood pools around it.

Golden-red blood threads entangled numerous demonic beasts. Strange chanting echoed within the stone chamber.

Fang Yi's face was serious, his lips moving constantly. In his hands, he released a series of gray, twisted witchcraft spells.

Demon blood to elevate the soul method!
It is a secret method left behind by the Great Nuo Sect, one of the ten ancient sects, and was later acquired by the Guifu Shengong Pavilion. It is also a legacy obtained by Fang Yi, and it is rare that it is not an ancient secret and a powerful eight trigrams.

The golden blood vessels slowly stretched out from the altar, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, wrapped around the body of the monster and began to suck the essence of the monster.

Looking at the Wind Feather Eagle Puppet in front of him, whose aura slowly condensed, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Although this blood sacrifice method is detrimental to the harmony of nature and falls into the path of evil, it is also a new way forward."

As the essences of numerous demonic beasts were slowly infused into the puppet, strands of the black gale, a wonder of heaven and earth, were also continuously refined by the Wind-Winged Eagle.

Three hours later.

In the quiet underground room, a defiant eagle cry was heard. The spiritual creature of heaven and earth, the Black Gale, and several wind-attributed monsters were finally completely refined by the puppet on the altar.

"Shh!"

The pressure from the second-level puppet flashed by.

Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and then he sighed.

"Successful? No, not quite."

He gathered his spiritual consciousness and magical power and slowly poured it into the Wind Feather Eagle Puppet. In just an incense stick of time, Fang Yi understood the reason why the Wind Feather Eagle Puppet's sacrifice and refining had failed this time.

After all, due to the limitation of the grade of the spiritual material, this Wind Feather Eagle Puppet only broke through halfway.

Fang Yi unleashed a magical power, and the puppet on the altar was surrounded by wind-attributed spiritual power.

"Wow!"

A resounding eagle cry echoed through the cave. The Wind-Winged Eagle puppet's aura shone brightly, its momentum rapidly increasing to the second stage.

But after just one stick of incense, the momentum gradually declined.

Seeing this, Fang Yi unleashed his magic spells one after another, and the Wind Feather Eagle regained its composure. It slowly inhaled and exhaled the wind-attributed spiritual energy that was entwined around the altar.

This Wind-Feathered Eagle Puppet, with the help of the Black Wind, a rare treasure of heaven and earth, condensed a wind-attribute gem in its body.

When this orb is activated, the puppet can briefly reach the second-level level. Once the special wind spiritual power dissipates from the orb, the puppet will be beaten back to its original form.

Only the first-grade upper grade will remain, and even the quasi-second-grade grade cannot be maintained.

The path of spiritual practice is long, and nothing can go as planned.

Although Fang Yi felt a little sorry, his frown did not last long because he already had a solution.

The refining of this Wind-Feathered Eagle Puppet was not a complete failure, there was still room for recovery.

With Fang Yi's skills as a third-level puppet master in his previous life, there are two solutions.

First, he sought out high-grade spiritual materials and slowly accumulated them for combined practice. He estimated that two or three second-grade wind-attributed spiritual materials would be enough to elevate the Wind Feather Eagle puppet to the second stage. Second, he sought another wind-attributed rare item. It didn't need to be of a high grade; it only needed to be comparable to the Black Wind Spirit to allow the puppet to advance.

The current grade of this puppet is only top-grade, which is just right for use in the Jiazi test at Xuanyang Mountain.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green gem was slowly spit out from the eagle's beak by the Fengling Eagle puppet.

The orb was swept by Ku Rong's magic power and fell into Fang Yi's Dantian Qi Sea. And Feng Lingying's momentum also fell from the top of the first level to the upper level of the first level.

"With the blessing of the Black Power Orb, this Wind Feather Eagle is a quasi-second-grade puppet. When the Black Power Orb explodes, it can display the power of a lower-grade second-grade puppet. Once the orb is taken out, it becomes a first-grade upper-grade puppet."

"Three-stage transformation?"

Fang Yi felt both amused and helpless when he thought of this.

"That's fine, though. Using this puppet in battle on a daily basis can also be used as an excuse to acquire wind-attribute spiritual materials."

Then Fang Yi waved his hand and summoned a puppet from a corner of the quiet room.

This puppet is eight feet tall, human-shaped, and covered in black iron armor. Judging from its aura, it is also a first-grade, top-quality puppet.

Fang Yi named this puppet Black Armor. It was carefully crafted from a body-refining cultivator he captured alive in Xiaoyue Mountain.

Now he has lost all his popularity, and no matter who looks at him, he is just a first-class, top-grade humanoid puppet.

This black-armored puppet and the wind-feathered eagle puppet were the trump cards Fang Yi had specially prepared for the Xuanyang Mountain Competition.

Half a day later.

Yunze Market.

Li Qingsong was wearing brocade clothes and standing behind the door with a smile on his face, not knowing who he was waiting for.

Two monks were whispering in Duobao Pavilion.

"Deacon Zhou, you are also a cultivator of the Zhou family. Do you know who the head shopkeeper is waiting for? I saw the head shopkeeper like this an hour ago, and now an hour has passed, and the head shopkeeper is still like this."

"One hour? You're so clueless! No wonder you've been working as a handyman in Duobao Pavilion for three years!"

Zhou Zongjian's face changed and he hurried to the backyard to brew a pot of spiritual tea.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he walked out of the backyard carrying a wooden pallet.

The spiritual tea on the tray was steaming with a faint fragrance.

"Thank you for your hard work, boss. Here is my newly brewed spiritual tea. Please take it to moisten your throat."

Li Qingsong narrowed his eyes and slowly took a cup of spiritual tea from the hand of the deacon in front of him.

He swallowed the spiritual tea, and the rich tea aroma spread in his mouth. He nodded with satisfaction and gently patted Zhou Zongjian's shoulder.

"Not bad."

"Xiao Zhou, right? You are thoughtful."

Seeing Li Qingsong so satisfied, Zhou Zongjian felt a little lighter.

He glanced at Li Qingsong, who smiled and replied cautiously.

"It's my duty to show my respect to the shopkeeper. I wonder who you are waiting for? I heard from Junior Brother Chi that it's already been an hour and it's not going to work if it goes on like this. How about you take a rest for a while and let me take your place?"

Li Qingsong's smile faded and he looked at Zhou Zongjian deeply, which made him sweat profusely.

Li Qingsong has worked in Duobao Pavilion for many years. He also started as a servant and worked his way up to the position of shopkeeper.

How could he not understand the flattery of the Zhou family steward and the ambition in his eyes?

But there are some things and some connections that he will definitely hold firmly in his hands.

Li Qingsong knew it very well.

How was he able to hold on to the position of shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion during these years?

It is also because of who he is that he can gain a foothold in the Zhou family.

"Zhou Zongjian, right? I understand. You have nothing to do here. Please leave."

"Yes, I'm leaving."

Zhou Zongjian returned to the backyard of Duobao Pavilion and let out a long breath.

Then he gently wiped away the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and sighed in his heart.

"Sure enough, even with the support of his family, a cultivator who can sit firmly in the position of the head treasurer of Duobao Pavilion is not someone who is easy to deal with. I have underestimated this son-in-law of the Zhou family."

Seeing Zhou Zongjian’s face covered in cold sweat, Chi Jia walked up to him and asked with concern.

"Deacon Zhou, what are you doing? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Zongjian shook his head and said nothing more.

Time passes bit by bit.

The monks in Duobao Pavilion came in and out.

From time to time, a monk would slow down and look at the monk in front of the door who was wearing brocade clothes and looked a little plump.

They were all a little curious about who it was that could make the manager of Duobao Pavilion so eager to see it.

Li Qingsong still stood up straight, his eyes fixed on the end of the bluestone road outside Duobao Pavilion.

He rubbed his hands together, reached into his bosom, and pulled out a jade slip. His spiritual sense probed into it, confirming once more that the information was correct.

Half an hour later.

At the end of the bluestone road, a young monk appeared.

The monk was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Every move he made was filled with extraordinary grace.

Li Qingsong's eyes lit up and he hurriedly straightened his clothes again.

(End of this chapter)