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

Chapter 126 Everyone has their own plans
After the top three, several acquaintances of Fang Yi appeared one after another.

"Yang Cai'er, Qi training level eight, 38 years old, disciple of Master Han Jing of Bingpo Peak."

"Xu Qingshe, Qi training level eight, thirty-nine years old, disciple of Master Xuanshan."

"Song Qinghe, Qi training level nine, fifty-two years old"

Following the list in my hand, I looked at each name, some that I had seen before, some that I had heard of before.

Fang Yi had a rough understanding of the value of this Jiazi competition.

I glanced at the last line of the list and finally saw my own name.

"One hundred and seven: Fang Yi, 40 years old, medium-grade wood spiritual roots, first-class upper-grade puppet master, seventh level of Qi training"

Looking at the people in front of him, they were all around 31 or 32 years old, cultivators with high-level Qi training skills.

Fang Yi understood clearly that the golden list in his hand not only took into account the cultivation and combat power, but also involved the possibility of breaking through the foundation.

There are one hundred and eight cultivators who are expected to establish their foundation. The foundation of Xuanyang Mountain is indeed not shallow.

Moreover, the Golden List records that the top ten cultivators are either disciples of the Jindan Realm or cultivators who practice the third-level techniques.

Although most of these techniques were passed down by Jindan Zhenren in the Qi training section, the third-level techniques were used to hone the foundation of magical power.

It was enough to shake off the other Qi-cultivating cultivators by several body lengths.

Comparing with the information on the gold list, Fang Yi has already discovered a shortcoming of his own. He has no backer, or in other words, no foundation-building cultivator, standing behind him.

Slowly putting down the golden list in his hand, Fang Yi nodded slightly as he looked at Li Qingsong with anticipation.

"This list is indeed very useful to me. Thank you for the information I asked Qingsong to find out half a year ago. Have you found any results?"

Li Qingsong's round face froze slightly. Although he didn't know why Fang Yi was asking about that important person,
However, since Li Qingsong has made up his mind to get closer to Fang Yi, he will naturally not be stingy with the information he can collect by just spending time.

"Brother Fang, Master Xiao of Yuping Peak in Xuanyang Mountain, from what I've heard from the servants and slaves there, is quite kind and friendly."

"Quite kind?" Fang Yi frowned slightly, his temper bursting with anger. There were not many cultivators who practiced fire-attributed techniques with kind personalities.

"Does he have any disciples? Are there any monks who have passed away in meditation on Yuping Peak?"

Seeing that Fang Yi took it so seriously, Li Qingsong became more serious.

"Master Xiao Changce has accepted five disciples since he established his foundation. The first three of them have all passed away. Of the remaining two, one is said to be striving for his foundation, and the other is still young but extremely talented, having practiced cultivation on Yuping Peak for many years."

Fang Yi tapped the table lightly, his thoughts racing in his mind.

Xuanyang Mountain is the most top-notch sect in Dayun's world of immortal cultivation. Inside the sect, people cultivate Qi like clouds and build foundations like rain.

But its origins are extremely complicated.

Thousands of years ago, the demon race’s holy land, the Shiwan Mountains, once again bordered the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World, triggering a wave of top-level beasts.

The beast tide was surging and dangerous. Countless families and sects had their bases breached, and countless families had their inheritance cut off.

Later, in order to avoid being in trouble, the Dayun Immortal Realm received support from the neighboring Immortal Realm.

After going through hardships, they finally repelled the invasion of the demon clan. The remaining sects and families naturally formed the Xuanyang Sect, a large sect with chaotic forces but exceptional combat power.

From this, we can see how complicated the factions within Xuanyang Mountain are.

If Fang Yi joined the inner sect, he must have a backer. Otherwise, when the beast tide came, he would be unable to escape the position of cannon fodder.

Yuping Mountain, which extends an olive branch, is naturally a good choice, but Fang Yi is a cautious person, and he needs to investigate what kind of person Xiao Changce is.

After all, Fang Yi could think of dozens of methods of using cultivators as spiritual materials in a matter of seconds.

After two years of investigation, and based on the news brought by Li Qingsong today, Fang Yi has made a decision.

The fact that he accepted five disciples showed that Xiao Changce was not a lone knight; the fact that three of them died of old age showed that his fights were not dangerous in normal times.

While one disciple was striving to establish his foundation, another disciple was unable to leave Yuping Peak due to his outstanding talent. This also showed that Xiao Changce would not prevent his disciples from breaking through to establish their foundation.

In this way, for Fang Yi, it is already a good choice of backer.

Fang Yi drank the spiritual tea in his hand in one gulp.

"I already know that I'm going to trouble Qingsong this time."

Li Qingsong shook his head hurriedly.

"It's just a small favor, don't take it to heart, Brother Fang. Also, these are first-level wind-attribute spiritual objects that Duobao Pavilion has collected recently. They are all of the highest quality."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingsong took off the storage bag from his waist and handed it to Fang Yi.

After taking the storage bag, Fang Yi scanned it with his spiritual sense and saw various wind-attributed spiritual objects in the storage bag.

Although there are no second-level spiritual objects, the essence of the first-level top-grade wind-attribute spiritual objects can also replenish the Wind Feather Eagle Puppet.
Fang Yi took the storage bag with a smile, and then slowly pushed several medium-grade spirit stones in front of Li Qingsong.

"These spirit stones are the reward for these spirit objects. Qingsong, please keep them. Then continue to help me collect wind-attribute spirit materials."

Li Qingsong skillfully put away the spirit stones. It was obvious that the two of them often had such transactions on a daily basis.

half year later.

Threads of moonlight sprinkled into Xuanbao Garden.

In the quiet room, a pair of male and female monks had just finished a fierce battle.

With a strong arm, Zi Yan was embraced into a warm embrace.

The orchid-like body fragrance slowly entered his nose. While caressing the beauty in his arms, Fang Yi gave instructions.

"I'm returning to Xuanyang Mountain to hold a sect competition, which will take at least six months and at most a year. You will be in charge of the Qianji Pavilion." "The puppets in the pavilion all have price tags. If all the puppets are sold out, the Qianji Pavilion will be closed. If you have any important matters, go to the Duobao Pavilion and find its head manager, Li Qingsong. He will look after you."

Zi Yan felt sore all over, but she could feel the strong heartbeat of the man beside her, and her face flushed.

She never imagined that she would have such a life after signing the death contract.

These two or three years in Qianji Pavilion were the happiest days for Old Feng after he was seriously injured.

"Zi Yan knows, you can rest assured, sir, you..."

After saying that, Zi Yan's smooth hands slowly reached into the quilt.

"Who did you learn this from?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a kiss.

"Sir, please don't show mercy to me tonight."

Zi Yan was so proactive, Fang Yi naturally would not refuse.
The next day.

The warm sunlight shines into the quiet room, revealing the scenery in the room.

Looking at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, Fang Yi removed her smooth thighs from his body. Then, he climbed up from the bed with full energy.

Looking at Zi Yan's fair and tender skin covered with red fingerprints, Fang Yi shook his head.

I was really exhausted last night.

But since she was so proactive, Fang Yi, as a man, naturally would not refuse.

Last night, Zi Yan was like it was her last night, tightly wrapped around herself, trying to squeeze her dry.

But Fang Yi was a first-class upper-grade body cultivator, and was also proficient in the way of Yin and Yang dual cultivation. Naturally, the result was that he defeated her completely.

Fang Yi put on a white robe and covered Zi Yan with a brocade quilt.

Then he released a burst of magic power from his hand, and Qijie rushed in from outside the door.

"Hmph!"

The silver-white little beast rushed into Fang Yi's arms and stroked Qijie's increasingly shiny fur.

Fang Yi slowly walked out of Xuanbao Garden.

"Let's go. We should return to Xuanyang Mountain a little earlier. We can then go to Yuping Peak and pay a visit to Master Changce, a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage."

Half an hour later.

Under the Yunzefang Market Archway.

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag.

A green spiritual light flew out, and when it dissipated, a tall and straight eagle appeared in front of him.

Fang Yi took a step forward and landed on the broad back of the Wind Feather Eagle puppet, and the magic formula in his hands changed.

"Wow!"

The Wind-Winged Eagle let out a long cry, flapped its broad and powerful wings, stirred up a whirlwind, and flew towards Xuanyang Mountain with Fang Yi.

This wind-feathered eagle puppet, because its skeleton was intact and the ritual was performed quite properly, and it is also a wind-attribute puppet, consumes very little mana when flying.

With Fang Yi's current foundation in the "Life and Death Sutra", the speed at which his magic power is recovered is even faster than the speed at which Feng Lingying consumes it.

Therefore, Fang Yi used this puppet as a means of transportation in his daily life.

Not long after Fang Yi left, two cultivators appeared under the archway of Yunzefang Market.

One of the monks was wrapped in a black robe and had a hood on his head. His eyes, faintly visible through the hood, had a hint of red.

His face looked a little irritated, and he lightly kicked the monk in armor beside him.

"Xie Zhi, please check, is the cultivator who just left on the Xuanyang Mountain Gold List?"

The cultivator named Xie Zhi made a slight sound from the armor plates on his body.

He looked impatient, but finally, under the urging of the black-robed monk, he took out a golden notice from his storage bag.

The golden list slowly unfolded, and his eyes quickly scanned it. Not long after, he nodded the golden head.

"That's right, the 107th on Xuanyang Mountain's Gold List, the seventh level of Qi training, and a first-class top-grade puppet master, Fang Yi."

The black-robed monk looked at the monk next to him and saw that he still looked tired. He clenched his fists, but in the end he seemed to have some reservations and did not take action.

But the tone was quite impolite.

"Great! Another one of Xuanyang Mountain's foundation-building seeds, the third one. Although ranked at the bottom of the gold list, it's still a piece of meat. Xie Zhi, quickly notify the cultivators in the clan to intercept."

"Hey, Xuanyang Mountain couldn't have imagined that the gold list they had compiled internally would fall into our hands so quickly. This move will surely make the cultivators of Xuanyang Mountain heartbroken!"

When Xie Zhi saw the black-robed monk, he seemed to regard him as his subordinate. He narrowed his eyes and a hint of murderous intent flashed in them.

Finally, he suppressed his murderous intent and activated the token in his hand.

"I get it. It's so annoying. Can't you suppress your Red Flame Tiger bloodline? If the Foundation Establishment Masters in Yunze Market find out, you and I will be in big trouble!!!"

Driven by Xie Zhi's magic power, the token floated in the air, surrounded by bronze light, and soon the information was transmitted.

"Hey, how is it possible? We are a group of cultivators, and we have the help of our clan's real masters to cover up for us. How did this cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain find out?"

(End of this chapter)