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

Chapter 257 Persuading Qingfeng
Master Qingfeng glanced at the two second-level spiritual doctors who volunteered in front of the altars in Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu.

His expression was slightly serious, and then he spoke.

"Old Ghost Geng, Aunt Xie, you two are so shameless.

The two Taoist friends Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding are independent cultivators who are in the process of building their foundation.

When did you become a monk of the Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu?

A hoarse female voice came from the Bishui Pavilion.

"Old Ghost Qingfeng, Fellow Daoist Meng Yuanhai, have already joined my Bishui Pavilion's Jiuquan Tower in the Immortal City.

How can this not help me, Bishui Pavilion?"

There was a sound of swords ringing from the place where the monks of Tiandaowu were, and Old Ghost Geng also spoke.

"Daoist She Yuanding has been fond of our Tiandaowu for a long time.

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Don't blame others for the lack of appeal of your Xuanyang Mountain Examination Hall."

"you!

"Okay, okay, okay, let me see the appeal of your Tiandaowu and Bishui Pavilion."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous aura rose from Master Qingfeng's body.

Sweeping towards Old Ghost Geng and Aunt Xie.

Obviously, as the cultivators with the highest status among the three sects in the Immortal City, they all received hints from the Jindan Zhenren in their sect.

Knowing that this Chenglu Terrace Dharma Assembly is of great significance.

"Crash!"

A strong blue wind whistled and flew out from Master Qingfeng's sleeves.

"Samadhi Xuanfeng! Qingfeng, you dare!"

"Buzz!"

Old Geng let out a ghostly cry, and a cold blade light rose from his hand.

Then he chopped towards the sweeping Samadhi Mysterious Wind.

The sword flashed everywhere, but was always firmly suppressed by Samadhi Xuanfeng.

"Thank you, Auntie, why don't you take action?"

"Here you come, Geng Laogui, you are really weak"

The sound of gurgling water was heard, and a stream of clear water gurgled and turned into a winding stream.

Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, who looked alert, were protected among them.

"Clear Water Creek?" Master Qingfeng scanned it with his spiritual sense. "Thank you, Auntie, you have made considerable progress."

On the cloud bed in the middle of the terrace.

Xia Zhengbai watched the three cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building fighting with interest.

There is no intention of intervening at all.

His lips moved slightly, and invisible sound waves were transmitted into the ears of a burly monk wearing armor behind him.

“Senior Brother Xiang Shu, Master Qingfeng of Xuanyang Mountain is truly fierce.

He was actually able to single-handedly defeat Aunt Xie of Bishui Pavilion and Old Ghost Geng of Tiandaowu."

The burly, muffled voice of the armor was heard.

"Junior brother, don't underestimate this Taoist Qingfeng, even if I fight him.

The odds of winning are only 60-40, with me winning 60-40.

"Hiss!" Xia Zhengbai took a breath and his eyes widened.

There was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Brother Xiang Shu, you are a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, how can you fight against a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator..."

Taoist Xiang Shu sighed slightly.

“Although Master is in charge of Fengling Immortal City, his inheritance is not as long as that of a great sect like Xuanyang Mountain.

Master Qingfeng was a rare mutated wind-type spiritual root, and practiced a third-level secret wind-attributed technique from Xuanyang Mountain.

The foundation is solid and the background is profound.

Junior Brother, there are differences between Foundation Establishment cultivators and other Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Xia Zhengbai's face was also somewhat melancholy when he heard this, but after a few short breaths, he cheered up again.

"Brother Xiang Shu, don't worry. This is precisely why Father made this choice.

Now, it depends on which one is stronger among Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu.

That’s how it’s going to be for my father.”

While many cultivators were watching the battle between the three foundation-building cultivators.

The magic power gathered on Fang Yi's ears.

The spiritual consciousness surged in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the hands hidden in the sleeves of the cultivator silently performed the magic formula.

Then came the Xiaosou Tianzhen Method, a secret method passed down by the Guifu Shengong Pavilion of the ten ancient sects.

He intercepted part of the communication between Xia Zhengbai and Master Xiang Shu.

'Sure enough, there is another secret behind this Chenglu Terrace Dharma Assembly.

Choice? Jindan parent-child.'

Fang Yi looked at Wei Jiuxiao who was thinking about something, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"We must take control of some of the power of the Examination Hall. Otherwise, the situation in the Immortal City will change, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators will probably just be pawns."

A quarter of an hour later.

Seeing that the three people were about to start a real fire fight, Xia Zhengbai swung the whisk in his hand, and it turned into three thousand silver threads.

A roll of silver thread faintly exudes power beyond that of a top-grade magic weapon.

Stop the sword light, clear water, and divine wind.

"magic weapon?"

Master Qingfeng, Old Ghost Geng, and Aunt Xie were all slightly stunned when their attacks were blocked by the whisk.

They immediately took back their magical powers and magic weapons.

After all, if we don’t give face to the magic weapon, we should give face to the True Man Jiuqu behind the magic weapon.

Seeing that the three of them stopped fighting.

Xia Zhengbai nodded slightly.

His face was a little pale. It was obvious that with his cultivation level at the initial stage of foundation building, it was quite stressful to drive a magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, please don't worry. If you can send another spiritual doctor, even if he is a casual cultivator, I will recognize him."

"This..." Old Ghost Geng and Aunt Xie looked unhappy, but they were concerned about the fighting power displayed by Master Qingfeng.

He also did not speak.

Seeing this, Master Qingfeng nodded slightly. "In that case, thank you very much for your understanding, Brother Xia."

Master Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the foundation-building monks around him.

"Do you know when Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding joined Aunt Xie and Old Man Geng?"

Wei Qiong remembered Wei Jiuxiao's instructions, stepped forward and spoke.

"Pavilion Master, as far as I know, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding have only been in the Jiuquan Tower of the Bishui Sect and the Battle Merit Hall of the Tiandaowu for a month."

"One month!" Master Qingfeng's face froze as he thought about the time he had received the Jindan decree. He then cast a long glance at Xia Zhengbai, who stood at the center of the altar with a vigorous figure.

He murmured, "The young are truly formidable."

He looked at Fang Yi and pondered for a moment.

"Junior Brother Fang, are you sure?"

"Senior Brother Qingfeng!"

Wei Jiuxiao suddenly spoke.

"Brother, since you are involved in the plans of the Jindan Zhenren in our sect, we should be cautious.

Fellow Daoist Situ is a skilled doctor with many years of experience, and countless monks have been cured by him.

With his help, removing the cold poison should be a sure thing."

Master Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fang Yi, thought about Situ Zhong's reputation in Fengling Fairy City, and spoke.

"In that case, please ask Junior Brother to invite Fellow Daoist Situ."

Seeing this, Wei Jiuxiao smiled and took out a jade talisman.

"Brother Qiong, please ask Fellow Daoist Situ to come over for a chat."

"Yes, Junior Brother, I obey your command."

Wei Qiong took the jade talisman, looked at Fang Yi and Qian Chuanzi provocatively, smiled jokingly, and walked aside.

Qian Chuanzi looked unhappy.

"Brother Fang, after all, it's because Sister Luo is not here, otherwise how could he be so arrogant?"

Fang Yi remained silent.

He looked at the monk frozen in the middle of the terrace, and then at Xia Zhengbai who was presiding over the ceremony, as if he was thinking about something.

"This water is really muddy. What on earth is the Jindan Zhenren in the sect planning?"

He knew that there was a third-rank master of celestial secrets in Xuanyang Mountain.

Moreover, the Tianji Dao has been passed down in Xuanyang Mountain for nearly a thousand years. It is hard to say what the plan is.

As for the matter of the cold poison, Fang Yi was confident.

"The Jiuqu True Man lineage doesn't need a pharmacist who can only remove cold poisons."

A quarter of an hour later.

Wei Qiong led a foundation-building monk who was wearing a brocade robe and had silver hair draped over his shoulders.

The monk bowed slightly. "Situ Zhong, greetings to Brother Qingfeng."

"Well! Fellow Daoist Situ is very polite. Junior Brother Wei, have you explained to Fellow Daoist what Xuanyang Mountain needs?"

Qingfeng stroked his long beard and spoke in a gentle tone.

There was none of the ferocity that he had just shown when he was fighting two people at once.

"Daoyou Wei Qiong has explained it to me clearly. I am willing to help the sect."

"Well, that's good. If you can win, you will severely humiliate the Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu.

Whether it is a spiritual object or a magic weapon, or a technique.

Even supporting you in establishing a foundation-building family is something we can discuss."

"I am willing to die for the Lord!"

Situ Zhong bowed deeply, his eyes extremely determined.

It was obvious that Master Qingfeng's ability to conquer others with force deeply moved him.

"Old Ghost Qingfeng, if you still can't find anyone, just give up. Why bother dithering?"

Seeing Aunt Xie's provocation, Master Qingfeng didn't pay much attention to her. He seemed to believe that talking was useless.

When I find the chance in the future, I will teach Aunt Xie a lesson.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Situ."

"Senior Brother Qingfeng," Fang Yi suddenly spoke. "I am also willing to serve the sect."

Wei Qiong smiled playfully.

"Service? Junior Brother Fang Yi, this fellow Daoist Situ Zhong is the most outstanding spiritual doctor in Fengling Immortal City.

Whether in medical skills or cultivation, they are much higher than you. Why not send Fellow Daoist Situ instead of you?"

Fang Yi ignored Wei Qiong's words and continued to speak to Master Qingfeng.

He knows.

The one who really has the final say in this Examination Hall is not the chatterbox Wei Qiong.

It’s not Wei Jiuxiao holding the jade sceptre.

Nor is it Luo Shengyi who achieved a breakthrough through seclusion.

But it was the Master Qingfeng in front of him, who had a kind face, gentle tone, but whose cultivation was profound and terrifying.

Fang Yi looked at Situ Zhong, who was standing beside him with silver hair.

"Fellow Daoist Situ, are you sure you can win?"

"This..." Situ Zhong hesitated several times, but under the gaze of Master Qingfeng who seemed kind but was actually extremely heavy, he did not dare to speak nonsense.

“My two Daoist friends, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, are both second-level spiritual doctors, and their skills are comparable to mine.

I'm not entirely sure I can defeat them both."

“How can it be so easy to determine the winner in the way of spiritual medicine?

Having Fellow Daoist Situ take action is already the best option for us."

Thinking of the loss he suffered in Baimu Garden and the fact that his son had his ear cut off, Wei Qiong pressed on step by step.

"Could it be that Junior Brother Fang Yi is absolutely sure?

Those are Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, the top spiritual doctors who have been famous in Fengling Immortal City for sixty years."

Fang Yi looked calm.

"I'm just not completely sure, but I haven't said it yet. I can only send a spiritual doctor."

"Nonsense! Junior Brother Fang Yi, if you behave like this, Xuanyang Mountain will lose all its reputation."

"Be quiet, Junior Brother Wei Qiong."

Master Qingfeng turned and looked at Wei Jiuxiao who was playing with the jade scepter magic weapon.

"Junior Brother Jiuxiao, what do you think?"

"This..." Wei Jiuxiao pondered for a moment. He also didn't want Fang Yi to go on stage.

Regardless of winning or losing, it shows that Fang Yi's medical skills are not as good as Situ Zhong's.

But the meaning of Master Qingfeng in his eyes was also very obvious.

He exhaled deeply and spoke helplessly.

"Jiuxiao believes that what Junior Brother Fang Yi said makes sense."

"Brother!" Wei Qiong couldn't believe that his brother didn't help him.

Master Qingfeng smiled brightly.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, you are quite interesting. Face?
As long as we can suppress the Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu, no matter how much face we have, we don’t need it.”

(End of this chapter)