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

Chapter 223 Seeing Old Friends Again
A rare object from heaven and earth, it can also be used to refine magical power and stabilize the foundation.

What's more, what he wanted was a second-level wonder of heaven and earth.

Fang Yi pinched his eyebrows.

Even if one advances to the foundation-building stage, a second-level rare item in the world will cost at least a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Moreover, they are often out of stock at a high price. If one encounters a cultivator who is in urgent need of rare treasures from heaven and earth, the price may even double or triple.

A conservative estimate would be to prepare six thousand low-grade spirit stones for these three rare treasures of heaven and earth.

This is Fengling Fairy City, where all kinds of people gather, and it is known as the number one black market in Dayun's immortal cultivation world.

Otherwise, this spiritual object of heaven and earth would not be easily found.

But even the wonders of heaven and earth have a way to be found.

With Fang Yi's current wealth, it is a figure that makes his scalp tingle.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Second-level spiritual objects were mostly traded for medium-grade spiritual stones.

When exchanging low-grade spirit stones for medium-grade spirit stones, there is often an exchange premium of 5% to 10%.

At least one hundred and five spirit stones are needed to exchange for a medium-grade spirit stone.

Sixty medium-grade spirit stones, converted into low-grade spirit stones, are equivalent to more than six thousand low-grade spirit stones.
If one is an ordinary casual cultivator who has established a foundation and is not proficient in the various arts of cultivating immortals, the income from spirit stones will be limited.

It is almost impossible to accumulate such a large number of mid-grade spirit stones.

Even the foundation-building cultivators in big sects like Xuanyang Mountain.

Even if one only maintains daily practice to save spirit stones, it will still take half a century.

Fang Yi counted the spiritual objects in the storage bag.

The harvest from the Li family's secret vault in Qianzhi Garden has not yet been used, plus the spiritual objects in Geng Daojing's storage bag.

"More than ten medium-grade spirit stones, combined with the spirit stones I earned from treating Yan Youtai over the past five years."

The only spirit stones he could squeeze out of his body were more than twenty medium-grade spirit stones.

And he also needs to practice and refine the puppets.

There are also Qijie and Gu Jiushang, one of them is a terrestrial-grade bloodline monster, and the other is a top-notch master of the art of living puppets.

The progress of cultivation is extremely fast, but it is inseparable from the supply of spirit stones.

"Two second-level warriors are quite enjoyable when fighting, but they also consume a huge amount of spiritual objects on a daily basis."

Fang Yi felt a faint phantom pain in the corner of his forehead.

“I must spread my reputation as a spiritual doctor as soon as possible to earn spiritual stones.

Otherwise, even if a rare item appeared at an auction in Fengling Fairy City, I wouldn't have the spirit stones to acquire it.
What’s more, there are two wealthy individuals who swallow gold.”

Day two.

Outside the quiet room of Baimu Garden.

There were knocks on the door "Knock, knock, knock".

Gu Jiushang's voice rang out. "Master, Miss Nie is here to visit."

Fang Yi put away the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, and just as he stepped out of the room, he felt Nie Zhirou's resentful gaze.

"Master Fang, you practiced here all night?"

Looking through the door, Nie Zhirou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no other handsome male cultivators or beautiful female cultivators.

The key is that there are no handsome male cultivators. If it were any other female cultivator, Nie Zhirou would still have the confidence to compete.

But what if it’s a handsome male cultivator? ?

She was a little at a loss.

Nie Zhirou was quite confident about her appearance, but she almost made it clear yesterday, but she was still blown by the cold wind all night.

She couldn't help but feel suspicious. The world of immortal cultivation was vast and the habits of the cultivators were all kinds of strange.

Since ancient times, there have been three great masters who have ascended to heaven: Taoist Beifeng, Patriarch Longyang, and Lord Duanxiu. Their reputations spread far and wide.

It was quite normal for an unknown monk to have peculiar hobbies, and she showed respect for him.

But when it happened to her, Nie Zhirou couldn't accept it.

Competing with a female cultivator for a man is a completely different matter from competing with a male cultivator for a man.

Seeing that there were no new or strange competitors in the quiet room, and that his own young master was not interested in having an affair with someone else.

After a night of cold wind blowing in the west wing, the resentment that had arisen was quickly dissipated.

Nie Zhirou secretly made up her mind that whether for herself or for her family, she must capture Fang Yi tonight.

When Fang Yi saw Nie Zhirou, he first peeked into the quiet room.

Then his face turned red and pale.

Finally, a strange fighting spirit burned in his eyes again, and he was speechless.

"Miss Rou'er, you've arrived just in time. Please take me to the Xuanyang Mountain base.

This is the order from the sect, I will go and report it."

Nie Zhirou smoothed her hair and spoke softly, "This is easy, sir, please follow me."

An hour later.

Nie Zhirou led Fang Yi to a bluestone square where stood a nine-story building.

People come and go in front of the treasure tower, some riding magical beasts, some holding magic swords.

There was a faint glow of precious light around the bodies of many cultivators, and it was obvious that they were all wealthy.

Fang Yi's eyes turned.

There was a three-meter-high memorial archway in front of the building.

The plaque was engraved with six spiritual characters "Xuanyang Mountain - Kaogong Pavilion", with spiritual light flowing and a big sun shining brightly above it.

"A top-grade magical weapon?"

This archway is a top-grade magical weapon, and no one has ever sacrificed or refined it.

But the monks passing by were quite afraid of this jade archway.

"This fellow Daoist is polite and wishes to enter the Merit Examination Pavilion. If you are not a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, please pay a low-grade spirit stone."

In front of the archway, there were also several monks, all wearing white robes with the word "Xuan Yang" embroidered on the robes with golden and red silk.

The monk held his head high and chest out. Although his cultivation was only at the initial stage of Qi training, he dared to stop monks at the middle or even high level of Qi training and collect admission fees.

The monk who was stopped also smiled and handed over the spirit stones that had been prepared long ago.

"The sect's scheme, dividing the territory and ruling separately, has almost taken away half of Fengling Immortal City's autonomy. Can the Jindan Zhenren of the Immortal City really tolerate this?"

Fang Yi vaguely discovered the undercurrent in Fengling Fairy City.

Fang Yi didn't care about a few spirit stones, he also wanted to see what the scene was like in the eyes of a casual cultivator at the Examination Pavilion.

He exchanged it for two bronze tokens.

Under Nie Zhirou's somewhat surprised eyes, he walked into the pavilion.

The monk in white, seeing Fang Yi's unfathomable cultivation level, gave him a reminder.

"This token can only be used to accept tasks and exchange for merits on the first floor of the Merit Examination Pavilion.

If Brother Dao wants to go to the second floor, he can exchange for better elixirs or even spiritual objects for foundation building.

You only need to pay another one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist. I understand."

Entering the Examination Hall, Fang Yi saw a ten-foot-long Qingxuan sound-transmitting wall suspended in the center of the hall.

Spiritual characters appeared on the jade disk.

Mission information keeps appearing and disappearing.

The ones that appear are newly assigned tasks, and the ones that disappear are tasks that have already been accepted by monks.

"Task A: Long-term acquisition of second-tier water and wood attribute demon pills. Quantity is unlimited. Reward: 1,000 merits per pill."

"Mission C, Part 2: A herd of low-grade, first-rank rock rats has been discovered in Qingdan Creek. A suspected rat king is suspected. Cultivators are needed to investigate. Reward: Eligibility to redeem first-rank Five Elements spells."

"Mission C, Part 1: Hanshi Mountain is recruiting Qi-cultivating cultivators to resist the beast tide. Reward: Eligibility to exchange for a second-level cultivation technique."

"Mission C: Chixia Valley is recruiting monks to cultivate spiritual fields. Reward: Qualification to exchange for a first-level spiritual plant husband inheritance."

Fang Yi looked at the monks holding bronze tokens and accepting tasks under the jade disk, and he already had an idea in his mind.

The most common thing on the first floor is the qualification to exchange for various spells and skills.

The only Class A task is to hand in the second-level water and wood attribute demon pills, which are the main ingredients of the foundation-building pill.

'There are also cultivators in the sect who are proficient in business. The exchange of these skills and manuals may seem generous, but it costs almost nothing.

What's more, it's just the exchange qualification. If you want to exchange specifically, you need to invest real merits.

But many independent cultivators had no choice but to be continuously drained of their blood by the sect in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the path forward.'

Fang Yi turned his gaze and moved around the lobby.

There are all kinds of spiritual creatures, a dazzling array.

It floats above stone platforms of varying sizes, bound by golden films of light.

A monk in tight clothes stretched out his hand, and a piece of dark spiritual iron fell into his hand.

The monk nodded in satisfaction, and the bronze token in his hand flashed with light.

After deducting the corresponding merits, the restrictions on the stone platform slowly faded away.

'Fully automatic exchange?

This looks familiar, the Qian family of Xiaoxuan Mountain, or the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion?

Fang Yi swept his spiritual sense and found that this golden light film was connected to the Examination Pavilion.

In addition, there are several streams of spiritual energy from the cultivators, which are waiting to be unleashed.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

“Is this a quasi-third-level formation?

With the Foundation Establishment Master looking after them, it's no wonder so many cultivators are so honest."

Fang Yi's mind fluctuated, and he subconsciously tried to find the flaw in the formation, but after half a minute, he gave up.

"I don't know if this is a quasi-third-level formation, is it to guard against these ordinary cultivators, or to prevent the Fengling Immortal City from spying on me?"
The relationship between the sect and the Immortal City is indeed somewhat subtle.'

Fang Yi took a quick walk around the first floor of the Examination Hall.

He already had a clear idea of ​​the prices of many cultivation techniques, inherited arts, and elixirs.

'It's probably half a level higher than the normal market price.

However, there are many categories and the quality is guaranteed. The most important thing is that the inheritance is orderly, which is enough to attract the attention of casual cultivators.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the monks beside him.

"Junior Sister Chen, the small auction has begun. This time I must bid for a Bixuan Pill and reach the higher levels of Qi training."

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that this auction is hosted by Master Qian, who is known for his fairness. The spiritual objects being auctioned are also extremely rare."

A Dharma platform appeared in the center of the hall.

A foundation-building cultivator with a round body and almost the same length and width appeared on the stone platform.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi looked towards the stone platform and saw the foundation-building cultivator holding an abacus artifact.

The robes, crown, belt and boots all covered his body with golden color.

The monk bowed.

"My name is Qian Chuanzi. Hello fellow Taoists! I will be the host of this small auction.

The rules of this small auction are the same as before. The many spiritual objects auctioned can only be settled with the merits of my Xuanyang Mountain Examination Pavilion.

If the merits are not enough, they can be exchanged for spiritual objects, magic tools, talismans, and many other treasures.

I will estimate the specific price."

A sharp gleam appeared in Qian Chuanzi's eyes as he scanned the monks present one by one.

No matter which monk was swept by it, he would subconsciously lower his head.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Brother Fang, why are you here?"

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The crowd around Fang Yi retreated like a tide, leaving a clearing of ten feet in radius.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, not trying to hide it. "Junior Brother Qian, it's been a while. How's he doing lately?"

Qian Chuanzi was all smiles.

"Hehe, thanks to my senior brother, I was able to get rid of the fire poison. Now my cultivation has improved."

(End of this chapter)