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

Chapter 132 The Competition Begins

One month later.

Yuping Peak, Changqing Courtyard.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on a cushion.

A green spiritual light emerged from his hands, and strands of it seeped into the green wooden robes.

As the magic power is continuously refined, the light on the robe becomes brighter and brighter.

Fang Yi lightly tapped, and a pearl-sized, red blood essence emerged from his hand.

"disease!"

The blood bead moved forward in the air, and soon, it was completely integrated into Qingmu's robe.

Feeling the six restrictions being refined in the robe, Fang Yi felt delighted.

Xiao Changce is worthy of being a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. He is extremely generous. This green wooden robe is also a fine product among the mid-grade defensive magic weapons.

Fang Yi stood up, put on the Qingmu robe, and changed the magic gestures in his hands.

The azure spiritual light gathered, and soon a water mirror appeared in front of him.

The monk in the water mirror had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He wore a green robe and a jade belt around his waist, but his eyes were calm.

'Still too young! '

Looking at the cultivator in the water mirror who looked to be in his early thirties, Fang Yi frowned.

He practiced the ancient miracle "The Sutra of Life and Death", and his lifespan during the Qi training period was 50% longer than that of other cultivators of the same period.

It is a full three Jiazi years, or one hundred and eighty years.

Affected by this, although Fang Yi was able to control himself to some extent, the degree of his decay was slightly different from that of an ordinary cultivator in his forties.

Especially his physical training, which broke through again and reached the eighth level of Qi training. His essence and energy were fed back to him, and his complexion became younger.

On weekdays, in Yunze Market, ordinary cultivators coming and going are all covered by secret methods and are not in serious trouble.

But the Xuanyang Sect is different. There are many hidden talents among the sect’s cultivators. Who knows how many powerful cultivators are hiding.

Just like his own master, Xiao Changce, he concealed his aura and hid his helpers. I wonder who will run into this iron plate.

Fang Yi sighed.

'That's all there is to it.'

He looked at the water mirror, a faint red light flashed in his hand, and he just listened.

"Tear it apart."

The sound of skin and flesh being torn apart, mixed with some painful groans, echoed in the cave.

Fang Yi's face was a tangle of red muscles, a hideous, ferocious expression. His bloody skin had been ruthlessly torn off.

Looking at the human skin with traces of flesh and blood in his hand, a silver-gray light emerged from his hand.

The secret magic of the magic way: the Moon Demon Painted Skin Technique.

This is the secret magic technique that Fang Yi mastered in his previous life.

It is said that this method was left behind by the Moon Demon Clan during the invasion of the demon clan in ancient times. It is extremely good at concealing one's aura and form.

With Fang Yi's current means, he only needs to change his own age and appearance. He is sure that even a Jindan Zhenren will not be able to find out the truth without carefully investigating every inch.

Silver-gray spiritual lights kept emerging and then entangled with the face in his hand.

The skin on his face gradually withered, revealing Fang Yi's old face.

At the same time, the "Book of Life and Death" was circulating in the eight extraordinary meridians, and a strong vitality was emerging from his face.

The vitality was endless, the skin and flesh on Fang Yi's face squirmed, and the tender pink granulation tissue grew rapidly and healed quickly.

In just a few dozen breaths, a brand new, tender face had grown back.

At the same time, the withered skin in Fang Yi's hand also took shape.

The two human skins slowly approached each other, surrounded by a silver-grey aura. Under the effect of the Moon Demon Skin Transformation Technique, Fang Yi's expression kept changing.

Finally, his appearance stabilized into that of a normal monk in his late forties.

Looking at Shui Jing's appearance, Fang Yi nodded with satisfaction. All he had to do next was carefully refine his entire skin using the Moon Demon Painted Skin Secret Technique.

seven days later

Xuanyang Mountain, Yunhua Valley.

Floating in the valley were more than ten purple-gold stands, dimly lit by the rosy glow of the sunset.

In the stands, those who were not inner disciples were the descendants of Xuanyang Mountain's Foundation Establishment Masters.

Taoists, Confucian scholars, old monks, and young boys, all different kinds of monks, were talking and laughing, chatting with each other and trying to find out what information each of them knew.

"I wonder how many cultivators will stand out in this competition and be noticed by the Foundation Establishment Master."

"Fellow Daoist Ji Yan, are you recalling the last competition? It was during that competition that you were noticed by Master Chi Yan and accepted as his disciple."

"Fellow Daoist Yu, I heard that another registered disciple has come to Yuping Peak, but Master Xiao is looking for another heir?"

Yu Xing looked helpless, but this was not the first time this had happened.

"Yes, he is a top-grade puppet master. Master asked me to take care of him."

"call!"

The red fire crow flapped its wings, blowing up a gust of hot wind. After seeing the surrounding monks retreat, it slowly fell from the sky.

Just as the Fire Crow Monster stood firm, a monk in brocade robes jumped up from the Fire Crow's back.

After the monk in brocade robes landed, he glanced around and found several familiar figures, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

The monk in brocade robes waved his sleeves.

"Xiaoliu is here!"

The red fire crow shrank to the size of a fist and stood on the shoulder of the monk in brocade robes. It pecked the monk's face with its beak, appearing very intimate.

The monk in brocade robes put his hands behind his back and walked forward arrogantly to greet them.

"Brother Song, look at my Fire Crow, its fur color, its bloodline."

Song Qinghe's face froze.

"Top-grade bloodline demon beast, Junior Brother Changsun, you've told me three times that you have to leave first."

The monk in brocade robes didn't care either.

"Senior Sister Yang, look at my Fire Crow..." Yang Caier covered her mouth and smiled. "Junior Brother Changsun, Senior Sister has something important to do, so I'll leave first."

"Li Yuanzi, look at my Fire Crow."

"Boring."

"Junior Brother Wang, this crow of mine."

"Brother, my elders have summoned me, so I will go ahead."

"I forgot to feed my spirit beast."

"Brother, I forgot to turn off the fire in the alchemy furnace in my cave."

Looking at the monk in front of him who was unable to avoid him, Changsun Bao looked helpless.

He boasted about it more than twenty times, saying that he had just got a crow. This was a red fire crow with top-grade bloodline, and it was only one step away from having an earth-grade bloodline.

So what if he shows off a little? It's human nature.

Chang Sun Bao muttered twice.

"You are all jealous, envious that I have this crow."

Chang Sun Bao's eyes turned and he glanced at the monks under the purple gold stage. Seeing a familiar figure, his eyes lit up and he flew towards the stands.

Fang Yi wore a green wooden robe and a jade ring around his waist, and mingled among ordinary monks.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the conversations among the monks around him.

Although Old Wu had told Xiao Changce all the information he had obtained, Xiao Changce obviously did not take the Jiazi Competition seriously.

Therefore, the information obtained has many flaws.

Although these outer disciples were far inferior to the Foundation Establishment Masters in terms of cultivation and status, they had different sources of information, just as snakes have their own ways.

He mingled among these cultivators, used spirit stones to clear the way, and revealed his identity as a puppeteer.

In just half an hour, Fang Yi already had a more or less understanding of the more popular cultivators in this competition.

Fang Yi was trying to find out the news about his master and his descendants. After all, it was his first time doing this job, so he naturally had to do it well.

What's more, our master is not only wealthy, but also very generous.

A familiar voice came from behind Fang Yi.

"Brother Fang! Long time no see."

Looking in the direction of the voice, Fang Yi was a little surprised.

"Chang Sun Bao? Why is he here? Shouldn't he be on the purple gold platform?"

Fang Yi and Changsun Bao have some connection.

When they first entered Xuanyang Mountain, it was the spiritual land assigned to them, and then they entered the Qianzhi Garden on Lingyang Peak together.

Later, Fang Yi went to Qianji Pavilion and started a puppet business. Changsun Bao also came to visit and customized a fire-proof puppet.

Fang Yi had a slight smile on his face. This was a big customer and he couldn't neglect him.

"Fellow Daoist Changsun, it's been a long time since we last met."

"hey-hey!"

Chang Sun Bao smiled complacently and pointed at the red fire crow jumping on his shoulder, with a proud tone in his voice.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, what do you think of my Crow? It has long feathers, outstanding intelligence, and most importantly, it has a top-grade bloodline."

Fang Yi has gotten used to it. Every time he meets Chang Sun Bao, he evaluates him.

He looked carefully at the wealth of the monk in front of him.

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

"I haven't seen you for half a year, and Chang Sun Bao's wealth has increased quite a bit."

He already had two of the three pieces of the purple gold crown, robes, and jade ring, and they were no longer low-grade magic tools.

The purple-gold crown on his head was a standard mid-grade magical weapon, and its estimated value was two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The robes were shimmering with a royal blue protective aura. The price was a bit higher, costing three hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The white jade ring worn around the waist is only a low-grade magic weapon, but it has the ability to clear the mind and concentrate the spirit. It is not difficult to sell it for 100 spirit stones on the black market.

As for the storage bag, it has a gold thread mark on it, which should have been given by the foundation-building master in the family. It probably has a secret mark on it and should be discarded immediately after being obtained.

In addition to the demon beast with top-grade bloodline, even if it is sold on the black market at a discount, it is enough to exchange for a foundation-building spiritual object.

Unfortunately, his cultivation level has already reached the eighth level of Qi training, so it is not easy to capture him alive, and the benefits will be discounted.

Fang Yi listened quietly as the cultivator in front of him spoke, showing off his spiritual pet, the Red Flame Crow with top-grade bloodline.

But he seemed to be thinking about something.

The last time we met, this Chang Sun Bao had only reached the seventh level of Qi training.

His wealth of magic tools is only half of the spiritual objects for foundation building. But now, in just two years, his wealth has doubled.

"It seems that the rumors about the foundation-building master of the Changsun family becoming a disciple of a Jindan master are true. I just don't know what their relationship is with the Li family of Qianzhiyuan, and whether they have any connections."

"What a pity! If there were no connection, with the help of Master, it shouldn't be difficult to enter the secret realm again."

Fang Yi knew very well that twenty or thirty years ago, he had hidden a spiritual object for foundation building, a three-hundred-year-old Buyuan ginseng, in a secret place in the Qingling Secret Realm of Qianzhi Garden.

Now that his cultivation has broken through the seventh level of Qi training and he has become a disciple of a master of foundation building, he can start preparing for foundation building.

That portion of replenishing ginseng is related to foundation building, so he must definitely take it back.
Fang Yi was full of thoughts.

"Oh, congratulations, Fellow Daoist Changsun. Last time, the Fire-Repelling Spirit Puppet you customized was used here?"

"Haha, that's exactly what Fellow Daoist Fang's Fire-Repelling Spirit Puppet has been a great help.

If it weren't for the puppet's help, I wouldn't have been able to capture this crow. So, I'd like to thank Brother Fang."

Chang Sun Bao teased the red fire crow on his shoulder, and his tone showed that he was quite satisfied with the quality of the fire-proof puppet.

"This is also an opportunity for Fellow Daoist Changsun. Fellow Daoist and this Scarlet Fire Crow have a deep connection."

"Hey, what Fellow Daoist Fang said is very true. Fellow Daoist has superb puppetry skills. I will introduce a few more brothers to you next time."

Fang Yi continued to test the waters.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A resounding bell echoed throughout Yunhua Valley. Then, a crimson cloud emerged from the horizon.

(End of this chapter)