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

Chapter 145 Second-Level Refiner

The explosive medicinal power penetrates through the skin, directly into the tendons, bones, flesh and blood, and finally merges into the bone marrow.

Fang Yi felt his skin and flesh being torn apart, and his entire body felt as if being bitten by countless insects and ants.

He knew that this was the suffering that a cultivator who cultivates the body must inevitably go through in his practice.

Unlike the monks who practice Qigong, they inhale and exhale spiritual energy step by step to gradually nourish their bodies.

The body-refining monks are very direct. They use many spiritual objects, good medicines, and even their own magic power to beat their own Dharma bodies, allowing the Dharma bodies to be constantly injured and heal themselves. In this way, the strength of the Dharma bodies can be continuously improved.

Ordinary body-training cultivators also have to worry about over-beating their Dharma bodies, which may leave hidden injuries unhealed. Small injuries will accumulate and eventually affect their breakthrough in cultivation, so they dare not train their Dharma bodies too frequently.

But Fang Yi is different. He practices the "Sutra of Life and Death" and is best at maintaining longevity and prolonging life.

The magic power cultivated and the vitality hidden are enough to completely heal the many hidden injuries left by the tempering of the magic body.

This is also the reason why Fang Yi's physical training quickly surpassed his Qi training level.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and the magic power in the eight extraordinary meridians circulated, bringing a hint of coolness and vitality, slowly nourishing the hidden injuries left by refining the Xuanyang Buyuan Paste.

Three months later.

Yuping Peak, in Changqing Courtyard.

Fang Yi's expression was somewhat ferocious.

He sat cross-legged in a white jade pool, his skin naked, covered with a layer of light golden spiritual ointment.

The shadow of a large tung tree with lush, verdant branches and leaves, full of vitality, emerged.

This is the sign that the "Life and Death Sutra" has reached its peak.
This also symbolizes that Fang Yi has reached the most critical moment in refining the Xuanyang Buyuan Paste, a top-level body-refining elixir.

Wow
The lush branches and leaves of the large camphor tree swayed, dropping strands of verdant vitality, nourishing the frowning monk in the jade pool.

Half an hour later.

"call!"

Fang Yi exhaled a breath of foul air, and his muscles and bones vibrated. Faintly, the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers roaring emerged.

As he stepped out of the bath, a flash of inspiration appeared and the Aoki robe reappeared on him.

Feeling my own cultivation.

A first-level top-level body-refining cultivator is comparable to a ninth-level Qi-refining cultivator.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"In this case, you can consider first building a foundation in the way of body training to complete one of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit."

During these three months, with the help of Xuanyuan Buqi Paste, I was able to refine the medicinal power and exercise my body.

Fang Yi already has a thorough understanding of Yuping Peak.

During this period, as Xiao Changce said, he had many conflicts with his three sons: Xiao Jiping, Xiao Bowen, and Xiao Yusheng.

Now all the cultivators in Yuping Peak know that Xiao Changce’s four sons are not getting along and are scheming against each other.

But Xiao Changce did not dissuade them and seemed to intend to let the three of them fight.

After a while, many cultivators realized that he was raising a Gu.

Therefore, the news that Xiao Changce did not have much time left and needed to train a son to inherit his legacy gradually spread in Yuping Peak.

And with a pair of masterminds behind the scenes fanning the flames, it gradually spread to the entire inner gate of Xuanyang Mountain.

A great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building is already the most top-notch cultivator below the Jindan Zhenren.

Not only the cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain were paying attention to it, but the entire Dayun cultivation world was also paying attention to it.

"Hmph. Hmph."

A small silver-white beast ran from the cave entrance, holding a letter in its mouth.

Fang Yi opened the letter and a hint of joy flashed across his face.

After becoming Xiao Changce's disciple, he had a backer and could use some of his magical weapons to deal with him.

Such as the brocade silk and the Lingsang brocade map obtained from the Wei family, two mid-grade magic weapons.

The more valuable a magic weapon is, the better it is. Fang Yi has now reached the top level of physical cultivation at the first level, and ordinary mid-level magic weapons are of little use to him.

He had previously asked Yang Caier to find a weapon refiner in the sect to re-refine the magic weapon, and now he has received news.

Half a day later.

Xuanyang Mountain, Diyan Peak.

Fang Yi stepped on the auspicious clouds and slowly landed in front of the bluestone steps leading to Diyan Peak.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a cold female voice.

"Brother Fang, long time no see."

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a female cultivator wearing an ice-blue robe, a jade hairpin on her head, jade bracelets on her hands, and deep eyes. Although she had a beautiful appearance, there was a bone-chilling chill all over her body.

"A cultivator of the ninth level of Qi training has already reached the gate of foundation building. The top-grade spiritual roots are indeed amazing in their benefits during the Qi training period. However, this chill is..."

A flash of surprise passed through Fang Yi's eyes.

"Junior Sister Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time. What's wrong with you?"

Yang Caier smiled slightly.

At that moment, the ice and snow melted away, and the scene was incredibly beautiful.

“Junior sister has been practicing the secret method of Bingpo Peak, and now it is a little unique. I hope Senior Brother Fang can forgive me.

I haven't congratulated my senior brother on returning to his ancestral home and becoming a disciple of Master Xiao yet."

Fang Yi shook his head and naturally would not reveal the inside story.

"I can't compare to my junior sister. I became a disciple of Master Han Jing from Bingpo Peak. Master Han Jing has a long life, and my junior sister also has a bright future."

Yang Caier also knew that the life span of the foundation-building master on Yuping Peak was coming to an end, so it was normal that Fang Yi didn't want to say more about this matter.

After all, she was very clear about the benefits that a foundation-building master could bring.

His tone changed.

"Brother, you're joking. Uncle Xiao is a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage. His cultivation is profound. Who knows when he will condense the golden elixir. You and I have been friends for decades. There is no need to be so polite.
By the way, I have already found the weapon refiner that senior brother needs.

But his request is a little special, and he requires me to talk to him in person."

"It's okay, thank you for running around for me, Junior Sister."

Fang Yi nodded and thanked Yang Caier.

The difficulty of this trip was also anticipated.

He came here this time to refine another top-grade magic weapon.

However, a top-grade magic weapon is one used by those who have already established their foundation, and it requires at least a second-level refiner to refine it.

The price of a second-level weapon refiner at the foundation-building stage in the entire Xuanyang Mountain was too high, making it difficult to hire one. Therefore, they could only ask Qi-cultivating cultivators to take action.

However, Xuanyang Mountain is famous in the Dayun immortal cultivation world for its weapon refining skills.

However, there are only one or two cultivators who have reached the level of a second-level weapon refiner through Qi training.

Being able to find a candidate so quickly was beyond Fang Yi's expectations.

Yang Caier tied up a strand of black hair at her temples, and a clear female voice came out of her mouth.

"In that case, Brother Fang, please follow me."

After a stick of incense.

Fang Yi and the other person came to Diyan Peak, a rather quiet courtyard.

Yang Caier slowly stopped in front of the bamboo courtyard and knocked lightly on the door.

"Is Master Lu here?

I am Yang Caier, a disciple of Master Han Jing of Bingpo Peak. I had an appointment before, and I came to visit you today on an important matter."

咔

With a dull sound, the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and a small figure peeked out.

The figure had skin as white as snow, and was wearing a light yellow silk dress with a red silk belt hanging down to the hem of her skirt.

There are two dimples on her face, and her words sound innocent.

"Grandpa has been out and hasn't come back yet, but he did say before he left that if you have any visitors, you can come into the hospital and wait for a while.

Senior Sister Yang and this tall senior brother, if you are willing, you can go to the hospital and wait for a while.

Grandpa will be back in three hours at most."

Yang Caier glanced at Fang Yi, then stepped back slightly, obviously wanting Fang Yi to make the decision himself.

Fang Yi bowed to the petite female cultivator in front of him.

"I'm Xia Yi, not a big monk. Thank you for troubling Miss Lu."

"My apologies, Senior Brother Fang and Senior Sister Yang, please follow me."

When Lu Yuezhi heard this, her face flushed and her tone became a little shy.

Fang Yi followed Lu Yuezhi into the garden. The first thing that caught his eye was a peach forest consisting of dozens of spiritual peach trees. The breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of fragrance.

With just a sweep of his spiritual sense, he already knew the approximate grade of the spiritual peach tree.

"First-grade, mid-grade spiritual peach trees? Dozens of them?"

Well, there is also a first-grade top-quality peach king.

The spiritual fruit produced by this spiritual peach tree alone is a huge sum of money every year. So, the requirements of this weapon master are probably a bit difficult to meet.

After half a stick of incense.

The three of them followed the bluestone avenue and came to an ancient pavilion in the backyard.

After seeing the three people sit down, Lu Yuezhi spoke.

"Brother Fang, Sister Yang, please wait a moment. I'll go prepare some things."

After saying this, he left the two of them in the ancient pavilion and left.

Fang Yi and Yang Caier looked at each other.

It seemed incomprehensible that this girl was too bold. Two unfamiliar high-level Qi-refining cultivators actually dared to stay alone in the backyard.

If the two of them had any bad intentions, they would turn the Lu family yard upside down.

Half an hour later.

Lu Yuezhi returned to the ancient pavilion holding a tea tray.

Smoke was curling up from the tea tray, indicating that a pot of magical tea had already been brewed.

After handing two cups of spiritual tea to Fang Yi and the other two, Lu Yuezhi spoke.

"I've already informed Grandpa, Senior Brother Fang and Senior Sister Yang. Just wait a moment, Grandpa will be back."

"Thank you, Miss Lu."

Fang Yi took the teacup and expressed his gratitude.

Then Ku Rong used his magic power to check and after confirming that there was no problem, he took a sip of tea.

The faint aroma of tea lingered in his mouth.

Fang Yi only felt a stream of clear water rising from the spiritual tea, slowly nourishing his soul.

He paused in his movements, feeling somewhat surprised.

'It must be at least a first-grade top-grade spiritual tea, or even a quasi-second-grade spiritual tea. Otherwise, it will definitely not be able to nourish a quasi-second-grade soul.

This Lu girl is quite generous.

Lu Yuezhi's white and tender hands were fiddling with the hem of her clothes, a little hesitant.

She saw two monks in front of her: one was handsome, like a mountain pine, and the other had a cold temperament, like ancient ice.

After some hesitation, he finally spoke.

"Brother Fang, Sister Yang, can you tell me about the situation outside Xuanyang Mountain?"

Yang Caier was a little stunned.

"Miss Lu, what are you doing?"

Lu Yuezhi nodded, took off a jade pendant, and revealed her cultivation level of the first level of Qi training.

“Well, to be honest with Senior Sister Yang, my aptitude is low and my progress in cultivation is slow.

Until now, I have only reached the first level of Qi training, so my grandfather has never allowed me to leave Xuanyang Mountain."

Yang Caier sighed, thinking of her youngest sister, who was also so frail and sickly, and had to live cautiously since childhood.

He vividly described Lu Yuezhi and the scenery and culture outside Xuanyang Mountain.

Time slowly slips away, and the white moon gradually rises.

The silver moonlight falls on the ancient pavilion.

Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Yi spoke.

"Miss Lu, Junior Sister Yang, it's getting late and Master Lu hasn't returned yet. I'll come visit again in a few days."

"No need. Thank you for waiting for so long, fellow Taoists."

A powerful voice reached everyone's ears.

(End of this chapter)