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

Chapter 214 Sharpening the Knife to the Pigs and Sheeps

After thinking it over for a while, Fang Yi put the visiting card away.

"Brother Yan and I have a deep friendship with Yuping Peak. Since you are interested in visiting me,
"Master Wang, go back and tell my brother that I will be at Fuguang Courtyard on Yuping Peak in three days, with a bed prepared for you."

"Yes! I will withdraw first according to the order of my uncle." Wang Ye showed a happy expression and spoke in a respectful tone, bending his waist a little lower.

"Well, thank you for making this trip, Brother Wang."

Seeing Wang Ye leaving on the flying sword, Old Wu rubbed the wooden crutch in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, he began to comfort her.

"Master Fang, Master Yan of Tianji Peak is highly regarded by Master Tianque, so his personality is inevitably a little bit...
If there is anything wrong with it, I hope you can be patient.

The importance of Master Yan in the heart of a Jindan Zhenren is probably even higher than that of the Jindan seeds in the sect."

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Wu, for your concern."

Fang Yi nodded, thinking of the whip marks on Song Qinghe and Wang Ye's bodies.

Yan Youtai is so cruel even to his subordinates and disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so one can imagine his character.

Seeing Fang Yi's humble tone and no impatience, Mr. Wu took his advice to heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Fang Yi had just established his foundation in Taoism and was full of vigor and energy.

Muran taught him to give in to a cultivator of the same level, which was a loss of face, and he would inevitably feel uncomfortable.

But Old Wu had no choice but to do so. Even if Fang Yi lost face, it was better than being hated by Yan Youtai.

With Yan Youtai's status, as long as he shows a certain attitude and only tries to please the cultivators who please him, Fang Yi will be exhausted from dealing with them.

"In that case, young master, just know what's going on, and I won't say any more.

There are many important matters in Chixia Garden, so I will go there first."

"Goodbye, Mr. Wu. Thank you for your help in Junior Brother Li Qingsong's matter this time." Fang Yi bowed.

Elder Wu paused and immediately raised a Red Cloud magical instrument. "It's just a small favor, Master Fang, don't take it to heart."

Old Wu was also very satisfied with this, as the hidden steward of Yuping Peak.

For him, it is also a good thing that Fang Yi still remembers the old times.

If not for this, he would not have been so patient in giving Fang Yi advice.

In the evening, Fuguang Garden.

A huge moon disk hangs in the sky, in a three-story ancient building with red walls and yellow tiles.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, holding a storage bag.

Looking at the elixirs, magic weapons, and magic stones in the storage bag, his brows raised slightly.

This was a spiritual object that Li Yuanzi took away from a secret vault of the Li family in Qianzhi Garden before his death.

After leaving Xuanyang Mountain, he was intercepted and killed by Qijie and Gu Jiushang.

Among them, there are several low-grade spirit stones, and the elixirs and spiritual objects are mainly first-grade, and there is not a single second-grade spiritual object.

If the price is converted and sold on the black market, the value will be at least 20% off. With this calculation, it is only about 500 to 600 low-grade spirit stones.

Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh.

“It should be that the Li family supported Li Yuanzi for his second attempt at the Foundation Establishment stage, which consumed a lot of the clan’s resources.

Otherwise, the harvest would be more than just five or six hundred spirit stones."

"Now I have time to take a look at the spiritual objects obtained from this foundation-building ceremony."

Half an hour later, looking at the several jade boxes floating in front of Fang Yi, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Nearly ten foundation-building forces sent gifts worth thousands of low-grade spirit stones, which are enough to exchange for a foundation-building spiritual item.

As expected, good things are in the hands of monks with high cultivation."

Fang Yi knew that such profits were due to the more than a hundred years of operation of Yuping Peak.

Eighty percent of the monks who came here to congratulate did so for Xiao Changce's sake.

If one only builds his own foundation and gains one third of the benefits, he can be said to have a rich network of contacts and be good at management.

There are several soul-sealing boxes suspended in the air, and the ones Fang Yi values ​​most are one piece of ice cypress wood and one piece of small green root.

They are all quasi-second-level spiritual objects and can be used as auxiliary materials for refining high-grade magical instruments.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand, and his magic power surged and spewed out.

The blue and gray spiritual light on the banner kept flowing, and finally turned into two chains, pulling the ice cypress wood and the small green root into it.

Every bit of wood vitality was squeezed out, and the green light on the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner became increasingly intense.

Seeing this, Fang Yi slapped his storage bag.

A jade box that sealed the soul was taken out by him.

click
The jade box was opened, and a brown, withered vine lay quietly inside.

This is exactly the second-grade low-grade spiritual object, the Soul-Withered Vine, obtained from Li Zhaofei.

Fang Yi's hand gestures changed, and the Ruin Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner swayed in front of him, pulling the Withered Soul Vine into the banner.

The blue and gray spiritual light evolved into the two energies of withering and flourishing, and transformed into a spiritual fish on the banner.

Two spirit fish swirled on the banner, collided, and devoured each other.

He continuously extracted the essence of three spiritual creatures, namely the Soul-Withered Vine, the Ice Cypress, and the Small Green Root, to nourish himself.

One after another, ancient and vast runes emerged from the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world.

The runes are connected to each other, as if to derive a tenth magic ban to impact the top-grade magic weapon.

The shadow of an ancient tree appeared on the treasure banner, its entire body was lush and green, with a faint green halo floating above the treetop.

Wow

Half an hour later, looking at the banner, the tenth magic ban had already evolved more than half.

Fang Yi shook his head, waved his hand, and shot out a green spiritual light.

click
click
The tenth magic ban collapsed, and the remaining plant essence was absorbed by the other bans in the treasure banner.

“It’s a pity that the quality of the spiritual materials used to forge this Ruins Realm’s Withered and Flourishing Banner is still a little lacking.

If I could obtain a piece of the second-grade, superior-grade Soul-Withering Vine, my life-defining magical weapon would have already been upgraded to a top-grade magical weapon.” Fang Yi knew in his heart that his life-defining magical weapon, the Ruins of the Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner, had already been refined to its limit.

It is only a step away from becoming a top-grade magic weapon.

If you want to advance, there are two ways.

The first is to collect wood-attributed spiritual objects, practice water-grinding techniques, and perform rituals and refine them for a long time to slowly condense the tenth magic ban.

Alternatively, he could collect another piece of second-grade, top-grade wood with withered attributes, and use it in conjunction with the second-grade, top-grade Green Flame Lotus leaves given by Xiao Changce.

After experiencing a period of growth and decline again, it will naturally be able to advance to a top-grade magical weapon.

Fang Yi looked at the two roads, so he would naturally take both roads.

“Unfortunately, although there is news about the Withered Soul Vine, the Ming family of Sanling Valley is under the control of three foundation-building masters.

I really can’t finish it all by myself.”

Fang Yi suppressed his thoughts and took the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner back into his dantian to nurture it.

Xiao Changce said frankly that the beast tide was very dangerous and all the foundation-building masters in Xuanyang Mountain had to go through it.

Even with his status, and with his senior brother Yu Xing, who was in the foundation-building stage, taking the blame, he only had five years left to practice in peace.

Fang Yi inhaled and exhaled the dense spiritual energy and refined it into magic power.

Now that he has advanced to the foundation-building stage in this life, he must also seize the time and transform the many secret techniques and methods left over from the previous life into the foundation of this life as much as possible.

Three days later.

Yuping Peak.

A rainbow bridge spanned from the horizon and landed in front of Fuguangyuan.

Looking at the familiar red walls and yellow tiles, and the old monk.

Yan Youtai nodded slightly and spoke politely.

"Old Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm here to bother you. I wonder where Junior Brother Fang is?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Mr. Wu's eyes. It was the first time he saw Yan Youtai being so polite.

Thinking of Fang Yi's gradually growing reputation in Xuanyang Mountain over the past few days, he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Greetings, Master Yan. My Master Fang has been waiting for you in Fuguang Garden for quite some time.

Please, Master Yan, follow me."

A hint of displeasure appeared in Yan Youtai's eyes.

The two foundation-building guards who were half a step behind him were also a little surprised. Given their master's status, why did Fang Yi come to greet him?

Dong Fusheng, the guard dressed in tight clothes, was about to start scolding, but was stopped by Yan Youtai.

When he thought of the stone statues reserved for the sermons in Qianzhi Garden, he saw the flowing clouds and running water, which had already entered the realm of the art of transforming spring breeze into rain and the art of prolonging the life of dead trees.

He suppressed his displeasure and muttered to himself.

"A second-level spiritual doctor who specializes in wood-attributed techniques, although his foundation is of low quality, is worthy of my respect."

After a stick of incense.

Old Wu led Yan Youtai to the backyard of Fuguangyuan.

In the backyard, there was already Yuping Peak, with specially hired spiritual musicians striking the chimes and spiritual dancers stretching their limbs and performing graceful movements.

Old Wu opened the gauze curtain beside the stone pavilion and bowed slightly.

"Master Yan, please come in. My young master has been waiting for a long time."

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

Yan Youtai waved his hand and addressed the two Foundation Establishment Guards. "Fusheng, Yunjiao, you two wait outside the pavilion."

Dong Fusheng and Liao Yunjiao, two foundation-building cultivators, also investigated Fang Yi.

It is known that the people in the pavilion are just cultivators who have just forged a low-grade foundation of Taoism and cannot pose a threat to Yan Youtai.

The two men bowed in unison. "We will obey the Master's orders."

Step, step, step
Hearing the footsteps, Fang Yi smiled slightly.

"Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your visit to my Fuguang Academy has brought honor to me."

Yan Youtai looked the foundation-building cultivator in front of him carefully from top to bottom.

He has a handsome face, a faint wood-attributed aura surrounding his body, and his magic power is pure.

It must be due to some chance that he cultivated a quasi-third-level wood-attributed technique, which should be more inclined towards healing and vitality.

From then on, he felt a little relieved.

“I’m taking the liberty to visit you this time because I have a favor to ask of you.

My senior brother has a spiritual pet that was severely injured and its foundation was greatly damaged. He had originally given up hope.

But some time ago, my useless disciple saw Junior Brother Fang in Qianzhi Garden, who had used his miraculous hands to bring a fellow disciple who had run out of lifespan back to health, and he defied all odds to extend the life of the disciple.

So, Senior Brother, I have come to bother you, so I ask for your help."

Yan Youtai took out a spirit-sealing jade box from his storage bag, placed the jade box on the stone table in the pavilion, and slowly opened it.

Pointing at the dark spiritual wood in the box, he spoke.

"Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I will give this second-grade, lower-grade red sandalwood heart to you, Junior Brother. Thank you for your help."

'Here he comes.'

Fang Yi glanced at Zi Tanxin and didn't care too much.

He knew very well that this spiritual pet was just an introduction. The real purpose was to use it to show his spiritual healing skills.

Push the soul-sealing box containing the red sandalwood heart back in front of Yan Youtai.

Fang Yi looked calm, with a hint of pride.

"Brother Yan, I have been studying the way of spiritual medicine since I entered the Qi training stage. Now that I have established a foundation for the Tao, my skills have also made some breakthroughs.

Senior brother, please take out your pet and I will give it my all.

If it doesn't work, I feel guilty accepting this second-level red sandalwood heart. Please take it back, Senior Brother!"

(End of this chapter)