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

Chapter 152 Straight hook and bait
Although Liu San's eyes were blurry, his tone was extremely respectful.

"My Lord, a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Master is here to purchase a large quantity of the spiritual material Small Moonstone. I have already sent someone out."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, very satisfied with this behavior.

He didn't have any trust in Liu San, a casual cultivator who grew up in Jiuhan Market.

This kind of cultivator always puts profit first and will easily sell themselves out for just a few spirit stones.

He didn't have time to waste on intrigues with this little monk.

However, the news about himself needed to be spread by the local tyrants in Jiuhan Market, so he chose a simple and crude method.

Fang Yi's spiritual cultivation has now reached the quasi-second level. Combined with the bewitching sound, it is enough to arouse the greed of a cultivator at the initial stage of Qi training.

Although the validity period is limited, regular casting of the spell can allow Liu San to leak the information according to his own wishes.

With the continuous stimulation of the secret magic of bewitching sound.

Waves of invisible voices kept pouring into Liu San's mind.

"Liu San, you did well. Follow me to the Feng family's weapon refining pavilion. If any cultivator asks about my identity later, you will continue to reveal it."

"Feng family. Identity revealed
Liu San knows."

Seeing that Liu San had fallen into the bewitching sound, Fang Yi stood up, changed the magic gestures in his hands, and performed a spell to wake him up.

Liu San shuddered and looked at the handsome and tall monk in front of him with awe.

Then he bent over and spoke according to the scene in his memory.

"Master Fang, please follow me. The Feng family's weapon refining pavilion is not far from this inn."

"Ok!"

Fang Yi snorted and said arrogantly, "Lead the way."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sound of metal striking metal echoed in the weapon refining shop, and the words engraved on the plaque were seen.

Fengji Refining Pavilion.

Fang Yi put his hands behind his back, paced with his legs spread wide, and walked slowly into the room with the look of a playboy.

Feeling the oncoming heat wave, Fang Yi frowned and activated his robe. A brilliant cyan light formed a layer of light film, isolating the heat wave.

"Who is the owner of this shop? Someone who can make the decision should come and stop wasting my time.
Liu San, this is what you call the best refining pavilion, but it is nothing more than this.
What kind of junk is this?"

In the backyard of the Equipment Refining Pavilion, Feng Huaiyu looked gloomy.

He was already troubled by the fact that an elder of the clan had been seriously injured and had passed away. When he heard the arrogant and domineering voice, his face turned grim.

He held a huge black hammer weapon tightly in his palm and took a big step forward.

"I want to see who dares to act wildly in my Feng family shop."

The backyard is not far from the lobby, only about ten feet away.

After just a dozen breaths, Feng Huaiyu pushed open the partition door.

In the hall, there was a young monk wearing a blue-white robe and a pure jade crown on his head.

With an arrogant look on his face, he was picky about the magical instruments in the pavilion.

"What a piece of crap! My little flame dog at home doesn't even need this magical weapon."

Feng Huaiyu frowned and prepared to teach the monk a lesson.

"Um"

The movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

His expression was solemn as he looked at the bronze token pinned on Fang Yi's belt.

One side of the token was engraved with a treasure map of the rising sun, and the other side was engraved with a square character.

"High-level Qi training cultivator, Xuanyang Mountain inner sect disciple token?"

Feng Huaiyu used the magic power in his hand to quickly shrink the black iron hammer magic weapon and put it into the storage bag.

Then he walked forward slowly with a smile on his face.

Fang Yi's second-level consciousness was constantly spreading throughout the weapon refining pavilion. He could sense any movement Feng Huaiyou made. He threw the longbow magic weapon in his hand onto the wooden table.

Fang Yi showed impatience on his face and spoke to the monk dressed as a servant beside him.

"What kind of broken magic weapon is this? Do you have a magic weapon made from small moonstone?
No? !
Liu San, let's go to the Wei family's weapon shop next door and take a look."

"Dear guest, please stay!"

Hearing that Fang Yi was leaving, Feng Huaiyu hurriedly quickened his pace.

In just a moment, he appeared in front of Fang Yi, bowed, and spoke with some urgency.

"Dear guest, please wait. The younger generation in this shop is ignorant and naive. I wonder if you have something important to say?"

Swish!
Fang Yi opened the folding fan in his hand, shook it gently, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at the monk in front of him.

"You are at the advanced stage of Qi training. I guess you are the person in charge of this shop?

My surname is Fang, and I am a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Master of Xuanyang Mountain. I am missing a birthday gift for my uncle Han Jing of Bingpo Peak’s birthday.

I heard that your Jiuhan Mountain is rich in magical instruments made from small moonstones, but I never thought you would find such a powerful weapon."

After saying that, Fang Yi placed several medium-grade spirit stones on the sandalwood table.

"Do you have any other good stuff? I have plenty of spirit stones. If you don't have any, don't waste your time."

When Feng Huaiyu heard the name of the Foundation Establishment Master, his pupils shrank. Then he thought of the Wei family's coercion, his eyes turned, and a plan came to his mind.

"Mr. Fang, you're joking. My Jiuhan Mountain is famous for the magical instruments made from the Little Moonstone.

But this small moonstone is only a first-grade mid-quality spiritual material after all.

Furthermore, the refining tradition of Jiuhan Mountain is far inferior to that of Xuanyang Mountain, where you came from. The low-grade magic weapons in this building are already the limit.

This is not just the case with my Feng family, the Wei family is also like this."

Fang Yi frowned and took back the spirit stone on the sandalwood table.

"In that case, don't waste time trying to stop me.

Liu San, let's go."

A white jade plate hangs high.

The silvery moonlight covered the Feng family's land with a layer of silver gauze.

In a secret room, two figures were talking.

"Is the news reliable?"

"The news is reliable! Boss, I saw it with my own eyes.

The cultivator had a high-level Qi training level and carried the token of an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain. The folding fan in his hand and the robe on his body were both mid-grade magic tools.

There is an air of arrogance all over him, and I can smell it from thirty feet away.

I've also heard that the monk has been looking for high-quality moonstone these days."

"In this case, if the monk surnamed Fang could lend a hand, it would be a good idea."

Feng Huaizhen is the patriarch of the Feng family in Jiuhan Mountain and also the cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the Feng family.

His eyes were dim, and after a while, he finally made up his mind and spoke to Feng Huaiyu.

"Third Brother, in Jiuhan Mountain, my Feng family's occupation of the small moonstone mine has already caused dissatisfaction among many Qi training families.

It would be fine on ordinary days, but relying on the top-grade Moonlight Formation passed down from ancestors, it is enough to deter the villains.

But now it's different. The fifth brother was secretly plotted against by the Wei family and died. You, me, Huai Yi, Huai Heng and the other four are no match for the six high-level Qi training masters of the Wei family."

Feng Huaiyu also understood the meaning of these words, but there was doubt in his tone.

"Fang Yi is a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Master and has a rich fortune. What treasures does my Feng family have that could impress him?"

Feng Huaizhen spoke in a gloomy tone.

“We don’t have it, but the Xiaoyue Mountain mine may have it. You can go to Chunfengxiyu Tower to find the monk named Fang.

Tell him that my Feng family discovered a piece of mother ore in the Xiaoyue Mountain mine."

(End of this chapter)