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

Chapter 251: Zhirou's Bed
Thinking about the internal exchange catalog sent by Qian Chuanzi.

Several second-level spiritual waters were locked in the catalog, and only he could exchange them. Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"As expected of someone from Duobao Pavilion, I truly understand the power of spirit stones. With so much at stake, it's hard for me to refuse."
The Wei family of Changle Valley cannot afford such a price."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and spiritual light emerged.

The burly monk, with a pale face and poisonous fire all over his body, was suspended in the air, groaning in pain.

The magical power condensed into threads and then penetrated into the body of the sturdy monk along the acupuncture points.

The azure silk flowed through the meridians. Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the accumulated fire poison in the cultivator's body.

After a stick of incense.

The azure silk was withdrawn from the sturdy monk's body. He already knew the extent of the injury.
With a push of magic power, vitality gathered in his hands, and layers of green halo appeared.

The halo filled with rich vitality slowly seeped into the flesh, blood and bones of the sturdy monk.

After dozens of breaths, seeing that the monk's breathing gradually stabilized, he spoke.

"Master Wang, you are being attacked by the Earth Flame Snake's fire poison.

It has been half a year now, and the fire poison has invaded the Dantian Qi Sea, damaging the foundation.

Even if you can remove the fire poison, your cultivation will still decline."

The burly monk laughed bitterly.

"I know that Uncle Fang is a kind-hearted doctor, and he is well-known among the fellow disciples in the sect.

My junior nephew is also aware of his injuries. In order to escape from the mouth of the Earth Flame Snake, he had already used up all his magic weapons and elixirs.

I am short of money and cannot afford to buy the best elixir to remove the fire poison.

If Uncle Luo hadn't ordered that the reward be paid by the Examination Hall, I would be nothing but dry bones in the grave in half a year.

It's just a little bit of cultivation, life is more important, Uncle Fang, please go ahead and do it."

Fang Yi nodded slightly when he saw this. He knew Luo Shengyi's purpose very well, which was to comply with the sect rules and bring credit to himself.

Now, by some strange coincidence, he has won the hearts of a group of outer disciples who are struggling to survive in the beast tide.

Although it is not very useful, it is still a gain and can help spread your reputation faster.

"Nephew Wang, please be patient for a moment."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared behind him and swayed.

The shadow of a demon god wearing a Yimu robe and holding a green medicine furnace in his hand is looming on the banner.

He slapped his storage bag, and thirty-six golden needles shot out.

Hit the acupuncture points of the strong monk.

As the spiritual light on the golden needle magic weapon flowed, strands of fire poison were forced out.

Looking at the distorted face of the monk in front of him, Fang Yi sighed.

'After all, he was injured for too long, and his body was too deeply connected with the fire poison.

Even his soul was infected by the fire poison. If he continued to attack, he would probably die from the pain.
Fortunately, we were prepared.

The magical power of withering and flourishing circulated around him, and the withering and flourishing banner of the ruins world fluttered in his hand.

Vitality converged on the banner, rippling with layers of green halo. The shadowy figure of the demon god, clad in a Yimu robe and a crown of good fortune, stepped out from the banner.

The medicine furnace in the demon's hand turned slowly.

The purple spiritual flame with a hint of strangeness was burning the ancient medicine furnace.

A number of jade boxes of soul-sealing materials were suspended in the air, along with spirit-calming grass, purple millet wood, and blood-strengthening ginseng.
Each spiritual object gathered the essence of plants and trees and hovered in front of him.

With the roll of magic power, the elixirs fell into the medicine furnace one by one.

Looking at the purple smoke rising from the furnace, Fang Yi had a strange expression on his face.

"I never thought that one day my skills would be used to heal illnesses and save lives."

Wisps of purple smoke fell into the mouth and nose of the burly monk.

Seeing that the monk vaguely realized that something was wrong and the yellow-brown spiritual light around him was flowing subconsciously, Fang Yi spoke.

“Nephew Wang, don’t resist.

This is my secret recipe of purple millet spirit incense, which has the effect of calming the mind and relieving pain.
My nephew's soul has been invaded by fire poison. If it weren't for this treasure to help him, I'm afraid his soul would be severely damaged.

Even if the fire poison is removed, the mind and soul will still be in a state of confusion and stupidity."

Listening to Fang Yi's words, he thought that even if the foundation-building cultivator wanted to harm him, there was no need to do so.

The burly monk gave up resistance and allowed the strange purple spiritual smoke to enter his mouth and nose.

As the strong man inhaled the spiritual smoke, his face became blurred and he fell into an illusion.

This is certainly not the case of Yi Mu being angry!

Yimu's long-lasting vitality is the most advanced healing power in the "Life and Death Sutra" practiced by Fang Yi.

Cooperating with the power of withering and flourishing, it can not only replenish vitality, restore mana, but also increase cultivation.

But it consumes a huge amount of spirit stones. Although it can cure the strong monk, it is a losing business.

Purple millet nourishing smoke.

This was Fang Yi's forte in his previous life.

He developed the poisonous smoke that is both confusing and sinister based on his original job as a medical student in his first life.

At this time, using the Xujie Kurong Banner to lower the concentration can also have the effect of calming the mind.

The only problem is that the sequelae are serious and there is a slight possibility of addiction.

But now Fang Yi has lowered the concentration, which not only reduces costs.

Moreover, monks who smoke purple millet nourishing cigarettes only need to suffer for half a year to get rid of their smoking addiction.

The most important point is that the materials are cheap.

The three main ingredients for refining the Purple Millet Nourishing Spirit Smoke: Calming Spirit Grass, Purple Millet Wood, and Strengthening Blood Ginseng, are all first-grade spiritual medicines.

Furthermore, the spiritual smoke produced must be diluted to ensure that the monks do not become idiots due to inhaling and exhaling the spiritual smoke.
Maximize Fang Yi’s interests.

In the verdant medicine furnace, the elixir is rolling and wisps of purple mist are rising.

A strange and lingering medicinal fragrance flowed, and the medicinal gas fell.

After a while, the pale face of the burly monk turned red, the corners of his mouth became crooked, and he completely fell into a hazy illusion.

Fang Yi knew that he could not delay any longer, otherwise inhaling too much of the purple millet nourishing smoke would harm his soul.

The magic power in his hands condensed and turned into sky-blue silk, which merged into many acupoints.

As the azure silk flowed, the burly monk also fell into an illusion.

……

As time passed and purple smoke lingered, the monk was in a daze and the fire poison was constantly being eradicated.

A quarter of an hour later.

Seeing that the fire poison had been completely removed, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the shadowy figure of the demon god wearing the Creation Crown returned to the Ruins Realm's Withered Flourishing Banner. Looking at the burly monk with white eyes and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, his mouth twitched slightly.

"This is obviously a serious job, curing illnesses and saving lives, but why is the scene so strange?"

"Next person!"

Seeing Fang Yi heal another cultivator, an old cultivator surrounded by coldness hurriedly stepped forward.

"I am Xin Liwei, and I would be grateful to Uncle Fang for his help."

"Cold poison entered the body?"

Fang Yi saw the flags of withering and flourishing in this ruined world swaying, and the shadow of the demon god in robes appeared again.

Purple spiritual smoke rose from the medicine furnace in the devil's hand, and another cultivator's eyes were blurred, his eyes were crooked, and his mouth was crooked, and he fell into an illusion.

The sun sets in the west and a bright moon rises.

Silver moonlight sprinkles white.

A cool breeze blew through Baimu Garden, and the shadows of the bamboos swayed.

In the lotus pond next to the stone pavilion, dozens of koi fish are happily blowing bubbles in the rich vitality.

"Hua La La!" Green spiritual light flowed and purple mist bloomed.

As the last monk was cured, Fang Yi frowned.

Cold fire poison, demonic energy erosion
After being diagnosed and treated by these monks, he had a better understanding of the situation on the front line of the beast tide.

“It’s a bit weird.
According to the sect's records, although the Qingyun Mountains are vast, there are also many monsters.

However, there are very few spiritual places with fire attributes and ice attributes in the mountains.

Why are so many monks being eroded by fire poison and cold poison?"

After many monks left, Fang Yi sighed slightly in his heart.

"After all, he is just an ordinary foundation-building cultivator. If he can take charge of the Merit Examination Pavilion and review the information in the pavilion.

It should be possible to glimpse some of the truth behind this beast tide."

Fang Yi calmed down and looked at Nie Zhirou who had been waiting for a long time.

Nie Zhirou came to visit Baimuyuan and dressed up specially today.

She was dressed in a black gauze, with charming eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. Her skin was as white as cream, and she had a graceful figure with a gentle breeze.

He leaned against a green bamboo, gently waving the cloud fan in his hand.

Seeing that the treatment was over, Nie Zhirou took light lotus steps and arrived at the stone pavilion in a few breaths.

Leaning on his strong arms, her delicate hands caressed his thick chest.

"Master Fang, Zhirou has something important to report.

The old ancestor’s old injury has relapsed, and I’m afraid his life span will be less than a year.”

Fang Yi frowned slightly. The Nie family was also a help in his calculations.

According to his estimation, the Nie family's foundation-building ancestor still had at least five or six years of life left, which was enough for Nie Zhirou to control the family.

Now the old injury relapses?
"Is someone plotting something secretly? Which cultivator is targeting the Nie family?"

Nie Zhirou made several movements, and her gauze skirt was faintly visible...

Fang Yi is also a normal man, so he naturally won't give up the meat in his mouth.

With a big hand, he embraced the female cultivator in his arms, and his hot hands reached into her dress.

"No problem, I'll go there with you tomorrow.

Miss Rou, I asked you to inquire about the various spiritual doctors in Fengling Fairy City, and now there is a result."

Nie Zhirou's face flushed and her tone fluctuated.

“It’s Situ Zhong!
Master Fang, a cultivator from my Nie family has met Master Wei Qiong from the Wei family and has arranged to meet with the second-rank spiritual healer Situ Zhong at the Baihua Tower.
The two had a very pleasant conversation.”

"Situ Zhong, a second-level spiritual doctor? As expected, he's planning to ruin my reputation.

This is to get me out before Brother Luo comes out of retreat."

Seeing Fang Yi fall into deep thought again, Nie Zhirou immediately thought of how Zi Yan was nourished during the day.

She bit her silver teeth lightly, raised a silk handkerchief as a magical instrument, and covered the entire stone pavilion.

"Master Fang, this is the information the Nie family has collected about Situ Zhong and the Wei family of Changle Valley."

Nie Zhirou took out a jade slip with the scent of a young girl from her chest.

Fang Yi took the jade slip, probed his spiritual sense into it, and carefully browsed the information in the jade slip.

Seeing this, Nie Zhirou snorted coldly.

"A dull head, not understanding romance"

Then her eyes and brows became more gentle, and her white and tender hands slid down Fang Yi's strong chest.

My hands slide down
"Sigh~"

Fang Yi's body tensed up, and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Master Fang, let Zhirou serve you."

Nie Zhirou opened her lips slightly and bent down slightly.

Soon, the faint sound of water could be heard.
The next day, a cool breeze blew into Baimu Garden.

Bamboo shadows sway, koi fish swim freely

Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, Fang Yi woke up refreshed from the cloud bed in the stone pavilion.

"My lord, you are awake now. How was my concubine yesterday?"

Nie Zhirou was slightly pleased with herself, then bowed slightly and helped Fang Yi put on his clothes.

"Son."

Nie Zhirou stretched out her delicate hands, gently and carefully putting on the boots for her master.

A tease or two from time to time.

Beside the bed, small silver bells, black hemp ropes, and several torn gauze skirts were scattered on the ground.

Fang Yi stood up and opened his arms.

Nie Zhirou's mouth was red and swollen, her waist was sore and weak, and she struggled to tie the belt inlaid with white jade.

"Jingle Bell!"

Looking at the delicate jade body covered with silt and the occasional crisp sound of bells, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"This Feihua Pavilion has a lot of research on the art of sex."

Even though Zi Yan practiced body-refining techniques, her flexibility and physical strength were still not as strong as Nie Zhirou, a female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training.

(End of this chapter)