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

Chapter 210: Becoming Famous (Part )

The art of spring breeze and rain!
Fang Yi activated the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner, and ancient and vast runes wandered on the banner, and rays of green spiritual light flashed down.

Lines of vitality merged into Li Zhaofei's body, flowed along the eight extraordinary meridians, and slowly nourished his scarred body.

Half an hour later.

Seeing that Li Zhaofei's vitality was no longer declining.

Fang Yi put his fingers together again and took the pulse to check the condition of the seriously injured monk.

With so many monks as witnesses, his future status, the amount of consultation fees he would charge, and whether he could make a name for himself would all depend on the result of this event.

Below the Qianzhi Garden Daotai, hundreds of monks, both male and female, had their eyes wide open.

Thanks to the monks from Yuping Peak for helping to spread the word.

This time, there were more than just outer disciples who came to listen to the sermon at Qianzhi Garden.

There are also many high-level inner disciples who practice Qigong and come here to listen to the teachings, hoping that they can learn from others' experience.

Among them are also many disciples who have reached the foundation-building stage and have high standards.

It was a rare sight to see someone preaching on the foundation-building stage at Xuanyang Mountain. This had only happened once in the past few hundred years, and everyone's eyes widened, their ears pricked up, unwilling to miss a single bit of information.

There were also several young monks with rich wealth and strong backing who took out fist-sized photo stones.

The magic power in his hands surged and sprang, capturing the precious scene on the pulpit.

Among the many foundation-building disciples, Lu Yuezhi's master, Yang Caier of Bingpo Peak, is a cultivator who has established a mid-level foundation of Taoism, so his position is quite forward.

There was some doubt in her eyes, and she immediately asked the monk in brocade robes beside her in a low voice.

“Senior Brother Wang, you are also a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a disciple of Master Yan Youtai, and are proficient in wood-related magic.

I've also seen Master perform second-level spells, but Uncle Fang's Spring Breeze and Rain spell seems a bit too strong."

Wang Ye looked at his junior sister with a curvy figure, and thinking of her rich background, a hint of passion and admiration flashed in his eyes.

“Junior Sister Lu is indeed a disciple of Master Yang from Bingpo Peak, and her vision is sharp.

It should be because of the blessing of the treasure banner in Uncle Fang's hand. The master once said privately that the foundation-building master's natal magic weapon can reveal his foundation.

From this, it can be seen that Uncle Fang’s martial arts skills must be of a high level.

Judging from his Qi and natal magic weapon, he must be specialized in healing, so his fighting skills may be inferior to those of cultivators of the same level."

"Senior Brother Wang Ye's words make sense. That treasured banner is wrapped in vitality, without a single sharp edge. It must be an auxiliary magical weapon.

It seems that Uncle Fang is not good at fighting, this."

A scolding voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting their conversation.

“Nonsense!!!
Lu Yuezhi, Wang Ye, you two are whispering here, aren't you afraid that Junior Brother Fang will hear you?
Junior Brother Fang is a Foundation Establishment Master, how can a Qi Cultivator like you casually discuss this?"

Lu Yuezhi was startled by the voice and turned her head to see a handsome monk appearing silently behind her.

The monk wore a purple gold crown on his head, a brocade robe, and a jade ring around his waist, looking very noble.

"Uncle Zhang Hengyi, why are you here? You scared Yuezhi!"

"Are you still blaming your uncle for scaring you? Yuezhi, you're so talkative, just don't let Junior Sister Yang blame you.

Otherwise, you might have to walk through the cold pond of Bingpo Peak."

Lu Yuezhi shuddered when she heard the name of the cold pond. Although the cold pond was beneficial to the body, the cold air in it was also very torturous.

Therefore, she spoke with some trepidation.

"Uncle Zhang, my good uncle, please don't scare me."

Zhang Heng shook his head and seeing that Lu Yuezhi had learned her lesson, he stopped teasing this clever girl.

He pointed at the two monks on the cloud bed.

“Uncle Master came here naturally for Junior Brother Li.

Normally I look after the Ancestral Hall and nothing serious has happened, but half an hour ago, I saw Junior Brother Li's soul lamp flickering.

With a little calculation, I know that Junior Brother Li is in Qianzhi Garden."

"Afterwards, Master Zhang saw Master Fang display his divine power and save Master Li."

Lu Yuezhi's dark eyes rolled around.

"Uncle Zhang, I want to learn this too!"

Zhang Hengyi shook his head helplessly and no longer cared about the messy generational structure.

Although he became a disciple of Master Jindan, he and Yang Caier did not have the same master, and he was quite favored by Master Jiuhan in the sect.

Therefore, he and Yang Cai'er are both foundation-building cultivators, and they call each other senior and junior brothers and sisters.

Now Fang Yi has also established a foundation for Taoism. Although it is only of low quality, he is still a foundation-building cultivator after all. This makes his generational structure even more chaotic.

"Nephew Wang, may I lend you the Shadow Stone?"

After saying this, without waiting for Wang Ye's response, Zhang Heng used the magic power in his hand to absorb the photo stone in his hand.

Then he looked at Lu Yuezhi who was ready to make a move, and there was some helplessness on his face.

"You little girl, you are so unruly all the time."

He had refined his own life-defining magical instrument, and had received help from Grandpa Lu Yuezhi several times. It was not easy to ignore this, as it was Lu Danwen's only bloodline.

"Yuezhi, if you want to learn, go find your master. If that doesn't work, go find your grandfather and ask for his permission.

One of them is a genius cultivator who has built a mid-grade foundation of Taoism, and the other is a master of foundation building who has mastered the second-level weapon refining skills.

I think Junior Brother Fang will give your elders some face."

Zhang Hengyi shifted his gaze towards the cloud bed, staring closely at the cultivator who was casting the spell.

I saw a big hand with distinct joints, holding a green precious banner. Strands of vitality hung from the banner and turned into blue clouds.

Qingxia rolled up and penetrated into the body along the acupuncture points all over the body, pulling out the golden needles one by one.

As the azure clouds from the treasure banner continued to nourish him, Li Zhaofei's vitality began to slowly rise. As a disciple of a Jindan True Person, Zhang Hengyi had extensive experience and was somewhat surprised at this moment.

He continued to persuade Lu Yuezhi.

As for the king?

Even if a mere Qi-cultivating cultivator became Yan Youtai's disciple, he would still be ignored by him.

“But Niece Lu, you should be more polite.

Junior Brother Fang Yi's skill of transforming people with gentleness and kindness has been cultivated to the highest level. In addition, his technique is unique, so he should be at the quasi-third level, and he is also proficient in the ways of spiritual medicine practitioners.

This, coupled with the wood-attributed treasure banner that radiates vitality, combined with the four elements, can suspend Junior Brother Li's energy.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to reach 30% of that level.
The sect has fought numerous battles with the beast tide, and countless cultivators have been injured. A spiritual medicine practitioner with such skills is no less prestigious than a true disciple in the sect."

"The true teachings of the sect?!"

Lu Yuezhi was shocked.

After his own master had established a mid-level foundation of Taoism, the True Man of the Jindan Sect presided over the foundation-building ceremony, but he was only a true disciple of the sect.

The uncle Zhang in front of him was a disciple of Master Jiedan, and he was also a true disciple.

She naturally knew how valuable true disciples were in the Xuanyang Sect.

Lu Yuezhi carefully glanced at Fang Yi lying on the cloud bed, and when she saw that he wasn't paying attention to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yuezhi understands.

Uncle Zhang, you misunderstood me. Uncle Fang is close to Master, so how could he not know what is good for him?"

"Yes. I'm glad to know. I never thought that Junior Sister Yang would be so close to Junior Brother Fang."

At this time, Zhang Hengyi no longer cared about Li Zhaofei's life or death.

He was not unfamiliar with the Golden Needle Soul Sealing Technique.

A cultivator whose lifespan is exhausted and who is struggling to maintain his sick body can be killed in the sect as long as he is not killed by other cultivators.

Half a minute later, seeing that Fang Yi had completely stabilized Li Zhaofei's breathing, Zhang Hengyi spoke.

"Niece Yuezhi, please come with me to meet Brother Fang and establish a good relationship with him."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for your advice," Lu Yuezhi agreed softly.

Whether mortals or monks, as long as they do not become immortals, they cannot escape birth, aging, injury and death.

Therefore, she would naturally not miss such a skilled doctor.

As for Wang Ye who was watching eagerly from the side, both of them ignored him.

After this treatment in public, Fang Yi will surely become famous within three days.

In this case, Zhang Heng and his companions naturally had to strike first.

Regardless of whether it will be useful in the future, no cultivator would miss the opportunity to have a friend who is proficient in spiritual medicine.

Zhang Hengyi took Lu Yuezhi a few steps out and landed on the platform.

Although Wang Ye was dissatisfied, he was aware that his status was not enough.

One of them slapped his storage bag, raised a sound transmission jade talisman, and moved his lips several times to seal the information into the jade talisman.

Immediately, with a burst of magic power, the jade talisman turned into a crane and soared into the sky.

Seeing the king act like this, the other foundation-building disciples also suddenly realized.

One after another, jade talismans were offered up and transformed into spirit mandarin ducks, cloud cranes, and flying swallows, soaring into the sky, either to inform the master or the elders of the clan.

Just as Zhang Heng said, no one would want to have a spiritual doctor as a friend without a foundation-building cultivator.

Fang Yi waved his sleeve to wipe away the sweat from his temples. This Li Zhaofei was indeed at the end of his life.

After the Soul-Sealing Golden Needle fell, in order to maintain his life, he had used all means except lowering the grade of the "Scripture of Life and Death".

Otherwise, there is no way to hide it from a Jindan Zhenren disciple.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I never thought you'd already established your Dao foundation.
This is Master Lu from Bingpo Peak."

In order to avoid upsetting Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi did not use his seniority to put pressure on him, but simply addressed him as a fellow Taoist.

He now feels a little regretful.

If he had known earlier that Fang Yi had such extraordinary medical skills, he would not have used the excuse of avoiding the Foundation Establishment Ceremony to practice.

"Yuezhi has met Uncle Fang. We haven't seen each other for a few days. Uncle Fang's cultivation has improved by three points."

"Greetings, Uncle Zhang and Naughty Lu." Fang Yi bowed in return, with some doubt in his words.

"Uncle Zhang, what brings you here?"

Zhang Heng glanced at the old monk, whose energy was gradually stabilizing.

He was more and more amazed in his heart. It was indeed as Lu Yuezhi said, the cultivators who specialized in spiritual medicine were not good at fighting.

But with such amazing skills, even if Fang Yi is not good at fighting, what does it matter? There are many people who have reached the foundation-building stage and are willing to help him.

This was even more so during the Beast Tide, which was enough to elevate his status to be on par with the true disciples of the sect.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, Junior Brother Li in the Ancestral Hall has experienced unstable soul lamp energy. I've been ordered by our Master to come here to investigate.

It depends on the specific situation.”

Fang Yi nodded slightly when he saw this. He had planned it many times, and the words from the audience naturally fell into his ears.

He considered it for a moment and then spoke.

"Uncle Zhang's arrival is just in time. Even with the help of Brother Li using the Golden Needle Soul Sealing Technique, he is almost at the end of his rope.

Now I use the technique of spring breeze and rain to boost its vitality, and then use the method of prolonging life of dead wood to lock that trace of vitality.

But it is not a long-term solution. I am afraid that Senior Brother Li is..."

(End of this chapter)