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

Chapter 215: Saving Spiritual Beasts, Counting as a Monk
When Yan Youtai heard these words, he naturally didn't realize that his own situation had been figured out by the thick-hearted and black-hearted cultivator in front of him.

He is playing the long game to catch the big fish.

Yan Youtai glanced at Fang Yi and felt that his disciple had some vision.

"What Wang Ye said is correct. This Junior Brother Fang is a kind-hearted cultivator who cherishes old friendships."
I just don't know if the spiritual medicine skills can help me.

Yan Youtai slapped the spirit beast bag, and a green spiritual light emerged from the bag, transforming into a spirit turtle with a shell as big as a millstone.

"A second-level, low-grade demon beast, the Wood Moss Turtle? Brother Yan, what a great opportunity!"

Fang Yi's fingers channeled magical power, which turned into a strand of black hair that shot out and bound the wood moss turtle.

The black hair flowed along the meridians of the wood moss turtle, and its brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

After a while.

Fang Yi already knew the situation of this second-level spirit turtle.

'Such injuries should be caused by the forced stimulation of blood and essence in the past few days, which shortened his lifespan, and then the disguised fight seriously damaged his vitality.

Use this second-level spiritual pet, which is also an extremely rare wood-attributed spiritual pet, to test my spiritual medical skills.

This Yan Youtai is really wealthy.

Fang Yi thought about Yan Youtai, who had lost a lot of his vitality and lifespan, and seemed to be thinking about something.

'Although I don't know what the specific opportunity is, it must be at the cost of consuming essence, blood, and lifespan.
Now I know how to bait.'

Fang Yi's mind was full of thoughts, but time passed by like counting his breaths.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Ah, forgive my lack of skills.

Senior Brother Yan, your spirit pet has suffered serious damage to its vitality, thus shortening its lifespan.

Even if my junior fellow apprentice treated him, there was only a 10% to 20% chance of recovery, and he would never be able to recover completely.

Whether successful or not, it will cost a lot of money.

I have made a rough estimate of the spiritual objects needed, and I am afraid that it is enough for you to train another second-level spiritual pet, with some left over."

Yan Youtai's face lit up with joy. If Fang Yizheng had said that there was an 80 to 90 percent chance of recovery, he would have just walked away.

Maybe I'll have to teach him a lesson in the future.

This damage to one's life span cannot be easily cured.

As for the damage to his lifespan, he had sought treatment from a cultivator who had practiced the art of spiritual medicine.

But in the entire Dayun cultivation world, including many sects including Xuanyang, the most top-notch spiritual doctor is a Jindan Zhenren, and also a magic Zhenren.

That real person has a bad reputation. He is more like a poison practitioner than a spiritual doctor.

In this case, Yan Youtai naturally did not dare to deliver himself to the door.

He had seen several second-level spiritual doctors, but the effectiveness of their treatment was very limited.

What Fang Yi said now, that there is a 10% to 20% chance of recovery, is already the best news he has heard.

As for Fang Yi deceiving himself, Yan Youtai also thought about it, but in the blink of an eye, he dismissed the idea.

First, he sent a visiting card in advance, and Mr. Wu from Yuping Peak knew his identity and would naturally tell Fang Yi.

Secondly, if Fang Yi wanted to deceive himself, there was no need for him to dissuade himself from treating the spirit beast.
There is no grudge between the two, and no conflict of interest.

Moreover, when Yan Youtai came, he also did some investigation.

The Li family of Qianzhi Garden asked Fang Yi to help them in exchange for borrowing the spiritual spring.

By that time, he had already established his foundation, and Li Zhaofei's life span had also run out, so there was no need to pay any more attention to him.

But Fang Yi still came to the rescue, which showed that he was a good person. He also remembered the old friendship and arranged for Li Qingsong, a younger cultivator who had entered the sect together with him, to take refuge in Yuping Peak.

All these things, combined with what he saw today, gave Yan Youtai the most basic trust in Fang Yi.

He smiled proudly and pointed at the wood moss turtle and spoke.

"Brother Fang, go ahead. I have a connection with this wood moss turtle. As long as I have the slightest chance of success, I won't let it go."

After saying that, in order to show his financial strength, he once again took out ten medium-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and stacked them on the stone table.

"These few spirit stones are not a token of respect, but together with the red sandalwood heart, they will serve as the medical fee for Junior Brother Fang's treatment this time."

When Fang Yi saw this, his eyes lit up, and then he looked away with difficulty.

"goo"

He swallowed his saliva. "Since that's the case, Junior Brother, I'll give it my all."

Seeing this, Yan Youtai felt relieved. As long as someone was attracted to the spirit stone, it would naturally not escape from his grasp.

If he really wasn't interested in the spirit stone, given Master Tianji's suspicious nature, he would definitely suspect Fang Yi of having ulterior motives.

After all, even if there is a cultivator who is truly selfless and dedicated, he will not be able to reach the foundation-building stage in this world of immortal cultivation.

He was killed by other monks a long time ago.

Seeing Yan Youtai gradually feel relieved, Fang Yi felt certain.

Knowing that the fish is in the trap, the next step is to slowly drain its marrow and finally squeeze out as much benefit as possible.

Finally, see if there is an opportunity and swallow it whole, skin and bones included.

Fang Yi's life span after he established his foundation is 360 years. Even if he does not take any spiritual objects that extend his life span, he will still have more than 300 years left to live.

Yan Youtai only has 170 to 180 years left to live, so he just needs to heal himself.

Even if we fail to find an opportunity, it is enough to wear it out to death.

The world of immortal cultivation spans sixty years, and many talented cultivators are born every once in a while.

But the peak of these geniuses often does not last long. Even the most powerful cultivators will eventually reach old age.

With Yan Youtai's current background, if he is noticed by the Jindan Zhenren in the sect, he will have at least one Jindan Zhenren talisman on him.

With only this one talisman, Fang Yi knew that even if he used all his skills, he could only protect himself at most.

But so what.

Nearly two hundred years is enough time for him to find an opportunity. If Yan Youtai is an old man, it will be difficult to deal with him.

Then focus on the next generation.

Use the big to bully the small, use the strong to bully the weak. If there is no opportunity, just lie in wait.

Fang Yi was confident that within the next two hundred years, he would find an opportunity to swallow it and replenish his spiritual path. Suppressing his 'appetite', Fang Yi's body was filled with spiritual light.

He knew that only by making Yan Youtai believe that his spiritual medical skills could make up for his lifespan would he have the opportunity to "eat" later.

The Ruin Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand, and immediately magic power was consumed and released.

Among them, the dead air, ghost air and yin energy are concealed.

Rich vitality gathered on the spirit flag, creating layers of green halos.

Fang Yi held the spirit flag in his hand with a proud look on his face.

“Brother Yan, my life-saving magical instrument, the Creation Banner, is a replica of an ancient medical magical instrument.

Although the fighting effect is average, its ability to prolong life is extraordinary.

With my magical powers, it won't be difficult to save the life of this wood moss turtle and prevent its life span from being depleted."

Yan Youtai felt the rich vitality on the spirit flag and was certain in his heart.

Although he felt that Fang Yi's use of a medical magic weapon as his natal magic weapon must have extremely poor fighting ability, which was a behavior of missing the forest for the trees, he did not say much.

"In that case, Senior Brother, please wait patiently for Junior Brother's move."

"Brother Yan, don't worry."

Fang Yi unleashed a burst of magic power, and the spiritual light on the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner continued to flow.

A shadowy figure of a god or demon emerged, wearing a Tongtian crown, a Qingmu Changsheng robe, and holding a nine-section staff.

Behind the phantom, a green wheel was rotating, and ancient runes were moving in it.

Seeing the increasingly strong trust in Yan Youtai's eyes, Fang Yi nodded in his heart.

It was worth it to disguise the Bone Demon.

The Tongtian Crown was transformed from the Sanyin Crown, and the Bailian Human Skin Robe was transformed from the Qingmu Changsheng Robe.

As for the Nine-Section Staff?
It is made by dyeing white bone beads.

Among the entire demon god's phantom, only the Yimu Dharma Wheel is useful.

Fang Yi knew very well the importance of external packaging. If he could easily use a spell, he could save the wood moss turtle.

Not only will it attract people's attention, but it will also make the healed monk feel that it is nothing special.

The benefits that he could extract from Yan Youtai were very limited.

But as long as you have a strong reputation and keep a good pace, you won't have to worry about having to get reimbursement for your treatment expenses.

Now that he has grasped Yan Youtai's weakness, he is very calm.

Fang Yi's magic power continuously poured into the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins.

The shadowy figure of the demon god, wearing the Qingmu Changsheng robe and holding a nine-section staff, pointed with his finger.

The rich vitality turned into a lush spiritual seed in his hands.

The Yimu Dharma Wheel slowly rotates, drawing the spirit seeds into the wheel.

The spiritual seed took root and sprouted, turning into a thousand-petaled green lotus.

The green lotus withered and finally turned into a green gem, shooting out from the Dharma Wheel.

Well, the entire lotus seed opening, growing, and withering is just a condensation of vitality, without any effect at all. It is a useless phenomenon that Fang Yi deliberately condensed.

The only thing that was useful was the spirit bead disguised as the small Yimu divine light.

The emerald green gem merged into the body of the wood moss turtle, transforming into a water-like spiritual light, constantly nourishing the wood moss turtle's dried-up essence.

After a stick of incense.

When Yan Youtai saw that the wood moss turtle had regained some vitality, his face became more joyful.

"Oh!"

The spiritual light suddenly exploded, and he saw that the Creation Banner also fell from the sky.

"Junior Brother Fang, what are you doing??"

Fang Yi's face was pale, with beads of sweat as big as soybeans dripping from his temples.

He took out the jade bottle from the storage bag, tilted it out and poured out a Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing Pill and swallowed it.

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded as he gasped for breath.

"Junior brother has only just established his Dao foundation, and his magical powers are shallow. It is somewhat beyond his ability to activate the Creation Banner.

Fortunately, the mission was accomplished. Although the lost lifespan of the forest moss turtle has not been restored, its injuries will not worsen.

After that, you only need to use spiritual medicine and my secret method of nourishing with treasure banners, and you should be able to recover slowly."

Seeing that Fang Yi's vitality was greatly damaged, Yan Youtai hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his storage bag.

"Junior Brother Fang, don't be anxious. It will take time to heal this moss turtle.

We just need to follow the steps. This second-level Mu Yuan Dan is a top-grade elixir for strengthening the body and improving one's energy.

If Junior Brother damages his origin for Senior Brother's sake, then it will be Senior Brother's fault."

Fang Yi refused several times but finally accepted the elixir reluctantly and ignored Yan Youtai's inspection of Lin Taigui's injuries.

"Don't worry, brother. I just used a secret technique, which consumed some of my mana, but did not damage my essence.

Junior brother, just take a moment to calm down and you will be fine."

Yan Youtai withdrew his spiritual consciousness and could no longer suppress the joy in his heart.

"Hu!" He exhaled a breath of foul air.

"Junior brother, rest assured and recuperate. I won't bother you any more. I just don't know when this forest moss turtle will be cured again."

"A month later.

This month, Junior Brother needs to prepare elixirs to use with the Creation Banner to perform the secret technique."

"A month later?
Okay, in that case, thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Fang. I won't nag you any more."

After saying that, Yan Youtai left behind the second-grade red sandalwood heart and the mid-grade spirit stone.

He waved his hand and left with the two foundation-building guards.

(End of this chapter)