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

Chapter 207 Opportunity Appears
Li Qingsong used his spiritual sense to explore and saw that the storage bag contained more than a hundred spirit stones.

Even though Zhang Heng was a high-level Qi training cultivator, this spirit stone would still cost him a lot of money.

He hurriedly pushed the storage bag back.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is what should be expected, but it doesn't have to be this way.

The Dharma Assembly is about to begin, so my husband and I will go ahead."

After saying that, he stopped entangled with Zhang Heng and went to Fuguangyuan with Zhou Yuying.

After hanging out in Duobao Pavilion for many years, he naturally knew that his friendship with Fang Yi was the most precious.

Moreover, there is a huge gap between his cultivation level and Fang Yi's, and their status is also worlds apart.

With the friendship we have built over the past few decades, I can only ask Fang Yi to help me once at most.

This was regarded as Li Qingsong's biggest trump card. How could he risk damaging this friendship for a few hundred low-grade spirit stones?

In Fuguangyuan, in a quiet room.

Fang Yi was wearing a green robe and was unaware of the intrigues outside the courtyard, so he tried to please people deliberately.

When he spread his arms, a pretty maidservant bent her waist and tied a waist belt decorated with spiritual jade for him.

In addition, there are seven pretty female cultivators in the quiet room.

The eight female cultivators were all trained by Xiao Changce since childhood and were all virgins. They were now given to Fang Yi as concubines and maids.

The eight female cultivators were named after Baihua.

They are called: narcissus, rose, rose, hornbeam, magnolia, lily, peony, and chrysanthemum respectively.

Although these eight female cultivators have only reached the initial stage of Qi training, none of them have beautiful looks or skin as delicate as a baby's.

Among them, Narcissus and Rose are just fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, holding a bronze censer with an animal head in their hands, and wisps of spiritual fragrance rise from the censer.

Qiangwei and Jiaomei were a little older, about eighteen or nineteen years old, plump female cultivators, waving feather fans in their hands.

The fragrant wind blew, blowing the spiritual fragrance all over Fang Yi's body, giving him a faint scent of sandalwood.

Yulan, a girl in a yellow gauze dress, gently put on a white jade Taoist crown for Fang Yi.

"Master Fang Yi, please lift your feet."

The last two, Peony and Golden Chrysanthemum, crawled on the ground and helped Fang Yi put on a pair of cloud-climbing shoes.

Old Wu walked slowly into the quiet room, and his eyes lit up when he saw the handsome Fang Yi.

"Master Fang, now that the guests have arrived, please go to the lobby and preside over the foundation-building ceremony."

Fang Yi nodded.

"During this period, I have to trouble you, Mr. Wu, to run around for me."

Old Wu smiled kindly at Fang Yi.

"It's just my job, young master, please follow me."

Then he looked at the eight maids in the quiet room, and his tone changed.

"Daffodils, roses, common roses, hornworts, magnolias, lilies, peonies, and golden chrysanthemums, hurry up and prepare the ceremonial procession.

If you delay the young master's important affairs, watch out for your hides!"

Fang Yi saw several female cultivators, their beautiful eyes sparkling, looking at him with either respect or admiration.

He did not stop Mr. Wu from scolding him.

Although these eight maids were nominally in Xuanyang Mountain, they could also be called outer disciples.

But in reality it was the private property of Yuping Peak, and now it was given to him by his own master.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong prey on the weak. As one's own private property, one must naturally abide by the rules. Otherwise, if one is beaten to death, then that's it.

An hour later.

Eight maids, some holding flower baskets, some waving feather fans, and some holding golden bells.

Fang Yi was in the middle of the ceremonial procession and walked slowly into the lobby.

Looking at the monks in the lobby, he quickly recalled the information given by Old Wu.

Li Zhaofei of Qianzhi Garden thought his life was coming to an end, but he never expected that he could hold on until now.

Jiuyang Peak, Chiyan Master, early stage of foundation building, low-grade Dao foundation Qingzhu Peak, Dayou Master, middle stage of foundation building, low-grade Dao foundation
There are also Dacheng and Qingsong.'

Fang Yi glanced at a wealthy and powerful cultivator.

The monk wore a square pure crown on his head, a Yin-Yang Bagua robe on his body, a green jade brocade belt around his waist, and cloud-stepping boots on his feet.

His whole body is covered with top-grade magical instruments, and is filled with precious light.

His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, his eyes were as black as ink, and he was extremely handsome. However, half of his thick black hair in his temples had turned into dry silver threads.

"Is it him, Yan Youtai?!" The most proud disciple of the third-rank celestial master Tianque Zhenren.

A top-notch monk who is expected to inherit the mantle of Tianque Zhenren in the future.

Fang Yi's face remained expressionless. After he had established a top-grade foundation in Taoism, he made further progress in the "Scripture of Life and Death".

Just talking about the ability to hide, even the real person Tianque would not be able to find out its true nature in front of it.

Naturally, he would not be afraid of a foundation-building cultivator.

Yan Youtai did not deliberately conceal the ability to sense vitality through the "Sutra of Life and Death".

In just a few breaths, Fang Yi had already discovered most of his background.

Wood attribute spiritual roots, mid-grade Dao foundation, third level foundation building cultivation. However, his lifespan seems to have been greatly reduced.

It seems that due to the practice of the way of heaven, ordinary people who have established their foundation can live for four generations, or two hundred and forty years.

This top-ranking genius of Xuanyang Mountain, the heir of the Taoist tradition, is now afraid that he can only live for another two hundred years.'

"I see. No wonder you're entangled with me. It must be because of the longevity power of the 'Life and Death Sutra.'"

In a flash, Fang Yi had already figured out Yan Youtai's purpose.

Wow

A sudden impulse.

More than twenty years ago, when Li Qingsong married into his wife's family, Fang Yi inherited the second-level divination art of "Plum Blossom Yishu".

Now he is already a first-class mid-level astronomical master.

Although far inferior to Yan Youtai, who has achieved the second level of Tianji Dao attainment.

But the way of heaven's secrets, the competition of information, is extremely crucial, combined with the concealment ability of "The Sutra of Life and Death", one is in the light and the other is in the dark.

Fang Yi already knew that there was an opportunity in Yan Youtai and that he had a great connection with him.

He remained expressionless, suppressing his impulsive thoughts. "Celestial Masters are all short-lived, and must not be blinded by greed."

This Yan Youtai was chosen by the Jindan Zhenren, and who knows how many cards he has up his sleeve.

If you are not 98% sure, do not act rashly, otherwise you will provoke Tian Que Zhenren to take action, and the consequences will be disastrous.'

Fang Yiyan smiled and greeted the monks in the hall one by one.

He remained calm and accepted a gift from Yan Youtai.

"Thank you, Brother Yan, for visiting my humble Dharma Assembly. It has brought glory to my humble Fuguang Temple."

"Junior Brother Fang, you are too kind. Our ancestors, Immortal Tianque and Immortal Guangsheng, have been close friends for hundreds of years.

As the younger generation, we naturally want to get closer to them."

Fang Yi greeted Yan Youtai on the surface, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

'For a monk of the Dao of Divination, trying to comprehend the mysteries of Heaven can easily cost him his lifespan.

This Yan Youtai is also a short-lived ghost. With a mere 200 years of lifespan, I can almost outlive you twice.

He made up his mind to either wait until Yan Youtai's lifespan was exhausted, and then use his power to bully the weak and oppress his descendants.

Or wait until you have formed a pill, then use your strength to bully the weak and use your pill to crush those who have established their foundation.

Otherwise, I would never take advantage of this unknown opportunity.

He is not a warrior like a sword cultivator. If he sees any opportunity, he will hold on to it until he reaches his destination.

As a veteran demon cultivator, it is his instinct to bully the small with his strength, the few with his numbers, and the weak with his strength.

Half a day later.

Fang Yi sent away a Foundation Establishment Master.

Looking at the remaining two people in the lobby, Li Qingsong and Fan Dacheng.

He waved his hand and called a maid over.

"Jiaomei, take these two friends of mine to Changchun Tower and wait for a while."

Fang Yi looked at Li Zhaofei and Li Yuanzi who had been waiting for a long time, and paused.

"I've taken care of things here and will be back later."

Jiaomei bowed and spoke in a gentle tone.

"I obey your command. Master Fan, Master Li and his wife, please follow me."

Fang Yi saw Jiao Mei leading the three people away.
He then looked at Li Zhaofei, who looked like a living dead, and Li Yuanzi, who was trying hard to suppress his sadness.

"Golden Needle Soul Sealing Technique, this old man is really cruel."

"Brother Zhao Fei, I wonder what important matter you want to talk to me about."

Li Yuanzi's eyes were red, and he gently patted the half-asleep old cultivator.

"Ancestor, Ancestor
Master Fang, Uncle Fang wants to talk to you."

Li Zhaofei opened his cloudy eyes, activated his magic power slightly, and the thirty-six golden needles in his body began to glow with spiritual light.

An intense pain came from the soul.

"Cough, cough, cough"

He coughed lightly a few times, and regained some consciousness through the soul-gnawing pain.

"Junior Brother Fang, I came here this time to ask for a favor. I beg you to agree to my request."

Smelling the faint stench of corpse coming from his nose, Fang Yi knew that the situation was tricky.

This old fellow Li Zhaofei used the golden needle soul-sealing method to transform himself into a living dead and lock away his life force.

Now he is clinging to life with only his last breath, which is like carrying a coffin to block the door.

If I die in Fuguangyuan without catching my breath, there will be no way to justify myself.

Fang Yi knew that this was different from the naked law of the jungle in the magic world.

Xuanyang Mountain is a righteous sect after all. No matter how turbulent the situation is behind the scenes, it still abides by the rules in public.

What's more, he owed the Li family a favor because of the incident in the Qianzhi Garden secret realm.

In the righteous path, the Li family came to the door again during the foundation-building ceremony, and many cultivators at the ceremony knew about it.

This favor must be repaid.

Fang Yi's hands were filled with magical power, and strands of green spiritual light emerged.

It turned into spiritual rain, constantly nourishing Li Zhaofei's withered body.

"Brother, please speak up. I previously received your help in removing the fire poison with the Qingling Spring.

If Junior Brother is able to do so, he will definitely help you with all his might!!”

"The Spring Breeze Magic? I never thought that Junior Brother has such talent in this wood magic."

Li Zhaofei was breathing heavily, not paying attention to the four words "to the best of my ability" that Fang Yi emphasized.

Being able to condense his Dao foundation and become a Foundation Establishment Master from an outer sect spiritual cultivator, how could he underestimate the handsome cultivator in front of him in the slightest?

"Since Junior Brother Fang is like this, I will speak frankly. My life span is almost over, but the Li family is currently in a period of transition.

But I ask Junior Brother Fang to accept a younger cultivator from my Li family as your disciple!"

Fang Yi frowned slightly. The matter of recruiting a disciple was fake, and he was probably looking for a backer.

He was not willing to get involved in the quagmire of Qianzhi Garden.

He spoke firmly.

"Brother Li, my cultivation is shallow and I have just established my foundation.

I'm afraid that accepting disciples will lead to misleading young people."

Li Zhaofei is an old and experienced man, so how could he not know what Fang Yi meant.

He came to Yuping Peak with two plans.

One is that if Fang Yi is deceived by Qianzhi Garden's foundation, he will use it as a shield to protect the Li family cultivators until a foundation-building master appears again.

If he had not been tempted by the Qianzhi Garden's foundation, he would have been ready to give up Qianzhi Garden and look for another way.

"I understand that Junior Brother Fang is worried. I have no other intentions, I just want you to protect the bloodline of my Li family."

After saying that, Li Zhaofei took out a soul-sealing jade box from his storage bag.

(End of this chapter)