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

Chapter 259 Dominate
"Hey!"

Xia Zhengbai felt a little headache and stopped keeping the secret.

"Brother Xiang Shu, how many cultivators are serving in Fengling Immortal City?

How many of them are infected with the cold poison?
This cold poison is not impossible to cure, but the price is too high."

Xia Zhengbai's face was serious and his tone was cold.

"A second-level Haoyang Pill can remove the cold poison. But how much is a Haoyang Pill worth?
One thousand low-grade spirit stones!!
There were twelve monks on the platform who were infected with the cold poison.
Brother, have you calculated how many spirit stones it will take?!"

"One, one, two thousand spirit stones!!!" Xiang Shu's pupils shrank and he spoke stutteringly.

"Oh my god, you need so many spirit stones!"

"Ok!"

Xia Zhengbai exhaled a breath of foul air. "Brother, do you understand?

Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding, and Situ Zhong all possessed either rare magical instruments, top-tier secret techniques, or precious trees of vitality.
The junior fellow admitted that the soul-lighting and pulse-exploring techniques, the medicine-spirit-circling-body technique, and the ancient wood health-preserving method were all top-notch secret techniques of spiritual medicine.

Fellow Daoists Meng, She, and Situ are also outstanding among the second-level spiritual doctors."

“But we don’t need it!”

Master Xiang Shu is ultimately a foundation-building master.

Although he was a little foolish due to the evil spirit in his head, he was definitely not stupid.

"Yes!" Xia Zhengbai felt a little pressure in his heart. As the son of a Jindan cultivator, he had outstanding aptitude for cultivation.

He is deeply loved by his father, True Man Jiuqu, and knows much more about the inside story of the beast tide than Master Xiangshu.

He looked at the center of the terrace, where five-colored spiritual light was flowing and the fragrance of vital medicine was gathering.

Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding and Situ Zhong, who had already begun to extract the cold poison, shook their heads slightly.

“Even if these three fellow Daoists can remove the cold poison, the cost will still be considerable.

Not to mention the Haoyang Pill which costs over a thousand spirit stones, even five hundred or three hundred spirit stones is a bit too expensive.

The three factions competed on Chenglu Terrace without paying any spirit stones.

But if we want to ask these three people to help us later, the cost of spirit stones will be a considerable expense."

"Did Fang Yi from Xuanyang Mountain win this battle?" Xiang Shu asked tentatively.

“No, it depends on the results.
If the elixir he brewed had 30%, no, only 10%, of the effect of Haoyang Pill.

The winner is him, otherwise Situ Chong would have won."

"Crash!"

Situ Zhong, with silver hair draped over his shoulders, activated the vital tree in his hand, and strands of vitality fell.

He extracted the last trace of cold poison from the young monk's body in front of him.

His eyes swept over She Yuanding who was activating the purple copper treasure furnace, and Meng Yuanhai who was holding the mirror in his hand.

A hint of pride appeared in his eyes.

Then Fang Yi began to melt the ice while brewing the elixir, and wrapped the monk inside with black medicinal mud.

Situ Zhong was a little surprised.

"It is truly a chance sent from heaven. It is fitting that I establish the Situ family."

Thinking of the benefits Wei Jiuxiao had promised him before, he moved his lips and transmitted his message.

“Fellow Daoist Fang, you are ultimately shallow in background and are forcing yourself to come to the fore.

Now that he has suffered the backlash, he must not be punished by the Jindan Zhenren in the sect in the future.

Why not come and lend me a hand? This is just the right time to activate this precious tree of vitality for cultivators who need wood spiritual roots.

Otherwise, I have also heard of the reputation of the Demon Battlefield."

As the voice reached his ears, Fang Yi paused in his action of refining the elixir.

Then he took out a flame orchid from the storage bag, and used magic power in his hands to refine the medicinal power in it.

Seeing Fang Yi remained indifferent, Situ Zhong's expression changed and his tone became cold and threatening.

"Fang Yi, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. Are you going to go against Master Qingfeng's instructions?

You are violating the order of Xuanyang Mountain's Jindan Master! !"

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi had already noticed Xia Zhengbai's attention to him, so why would he waste time with Situ Zhong?

“It seems that the Wei family told you a lot of information.

But Fellow Daoist Situ, if you continue to dawdle like this, you will be surpassed by Fellow Daoists Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding."

"You!! You are not worthy of being a consultant!!!"

Seeing Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, they also pulled out a cultivator's cold poison.

Situ Zhong snorted coldly and used all his strength to activate the ancient tree of vitality in his hand.

The branches and leaves of the ancient green trees swayed, and the essence of the plants gathered and turned into strands that kept hanging down.

A quarter of an hour later.

Seeing that Situ Zhong's treatment speed had widened the distance again, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding looked at each other.

Remembering what Aunt Xie and Master Geng had said, the two of them used their magical powers to transmit sound and began to communicate.

"Fellow Daoist She, shall we attack together?"

"Well, let's do it together. No matter who wins, you and I will split the benefits equally.

This is better than having Situ Zhong swallow all the benefits."

Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding quickly reached a consensus.

Immediately, Meng Yuanhai summoned his magic power and a scroll of spiritual light appeared in his hand.

On the ancient soul-reflecting mirror carved from sandalwood and inlaid with gold and jade, faint green spiritual patterns appeared.

The light of the ancient mirror shone onto the frozen bodies of the monks in front of him and She Yuanding.

The soul-reflecting mirror slowly turned, and in the projection on the mirror, the ice-blue cold poison on the cultivator's meridians became apparent.

Seeing Meng Yuanhai's full-strength attack, She Yuanding was not willing to be outdone and changed the magic spells in his hands.

Then he threw a small section of second-level red blood sandalwood into the medicine furnace.

The purple copper medicine furnace was wrapped in spiritual flames, and the spiritual smoke in the furnace was curling and seeping into the two pieces of ice.

Before long, the ice in front of the two of them slowly melted.

The cultivator whose face was dark and blue in the ice gradually gained more energy and his complexion became rosy again.

Three hours later.

Situ Zhong looked at the dimmed Life Treasure in his hand, a trace of pain in his eyes. Even with the second-grade Life Treasure Wood and the secret technique, he had already spent hundreds of spirit stones in just three hours.

However, looking at the four monks beside him whose complexions had regained some redness, he did not hide the smugness on his face at all.

Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding looked somewhat helpless. Even though they had tried their best, they only managed to heal three cultivators each.

The three of them removed the cold poison from ten Qi-cultivating monks.

Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding and Situ Zhong all looked at the ice coffin in front of Fang Yi that was gradually melting.

"If I could get the cultivator from that young man, I would be able to catch up with Situ Zhong."

'We can't let them succeed.

If I succeed in killing the monk in the ice coffin, I will be able to cure five monks and win the battle."

Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding and Situ Zhong attacked almost at the same time.

There is an ancient soul-reflecting mirror inlaid with gold and jade, a purple copper treasure furnace with the aroma of medicine lingering, and ancient green trees full of vitality.

At the same time, it rolled towards the ice coffin.

"Fang Daoyou, I'm here to help you!"

"Ok?"

Feeling the surging spiritual tide, Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, and then the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared behind him.

The spiritual banner fluttered, and from the banner walked out a shadowy figure of a demon god wearing Yimu robes and a crown of creation.

The phantom stretched out his arms, clenched his five fingers, and formed an immovable seal.

The wood-attributed spiritual power gathered and turned into a green light film, which stopped the ancient mirror, copper furnace, and spiritual wood that were coming in with great momentum.

"He is indeed a spiritual doctor, but his fighting skills are very poor."

Seeing that three treasures that were at least top-grade magical instruments were easily intercepted, Fang Yi shook his head and continued to apply ointment to the monk in the ice coffin.

He carefully prepared this ointment using the main, secondary, and auxiliary ingredients of the magical herbs.

Although the quality of the raw materials is not high, the medical skills required are not low at all.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please prioritize the overall situation! Don't let that person get the last cultivator infected with the cold poison."

Situ Zhong's tone was solemn, seeing that he couldn't break the defense for the time being.

His eyes rolled, and he held the Life-giving Treasure Wood and stood in front of Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding.

Now he has cured four cultivators, while even if She Yuanding and Meng Yuanhai join forces, they can only cure three people each.

Even if Fang Yi saved the last cultivator, it would still be 43.3.2.

He was still confident of victory, and for this reason alone, he couldn't let anyone else disturb Fang Yi.

An hour later.

Situ Zhong's face was a little pale, and the energy around him was fluctuating. In his hand was the ancient tree of vitality, but two branches were also cut off.

Obviously, he had to pay a high price to stop two monks of the same level who used the excuse of helping him.

But seeing Fang Yi's hands, he cast out a series of spells, gathering vitality and performing the technique of "Spring Breeze and Rain".

Nourished by the drizzling spiritual rain, the dark medicinal mud wrapped around the monk slowly cracked.

A look of victory appeared on his face.

"Hahaha! Meng Yuanhai, She Yuanding, thank you both for your generosity!"

Meng Yuanhai looked grim and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Huh? The outcome is still up to Brother Xia to judge, Brother Situ, don't be too proud."

"Four to three, Brother Meng, do you not even know how to do math?"

She Yuanding sighed helplessly and bowed to Xia Zhengbai who was at the highest point of the terrace.

"Brother Xia, the twelve cultivators who were severely affected by the cold poison have all been cured.

Please judge, brother."

Xia Zhengbai nodded slightly and extended a jade hand with distinct joints from his royal blue sleeves.

With a slight tap of her jade hand, twelve rays of silver light shot out and merged into the bodies of the twelve monks respectively.

Half an hour later.

Xia Zhengbai's face showed joy.

"Thank you all for your help, fellow Taoists. I am extremely satisfied with the result this time."

He saw that the attention of many cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, Tiandaowu, and various foundation-building forces was focused on him.

Xia Zhengbai looked at the monk wearing a white crane robe on the red auspicious cloud.

"Thank you very much for the help from Xuanyang Mountain this time, and also thank you for the help from fellow Daoist Qingfeng."

Master Qingfeng showed a look of joy, and glanced provocatively at Aunt Xie from Bishui Pavilion and Old Ghost Geng from Tiandaowu.

Then he bowed in return.

"Junior Brother Xia, you are too polite. My Xuanyang Mountain has a profound foundation and a long tradition. It is not comparable to other ordinary sects.

Aunt Xie, Old Ghost Geng, do you think what I said makes sense?"

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

Ignoring the loser's wails, Master Qingfeng turned his gaze to Wei Qiong and Wei Jiuxiao, his tone kind.

"Junior Brother Wei Qiong, Junior Brother Jiuxiao, this matter was handled beautifully. I will report the matter to the sect truthfully later.

Then I will make the decision for Fellow Daoist Situ. He can join the sect as an outer sect deacon.

In addition, I will also help find a second-level spiritual vein for him."

Wei Qiong looked at Qian Chuanzi arrogantly, then bowed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qingfeng, for your consideration!"

Wei Jiuxiao also curled the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously very satisfied with the result.

"It's over, Junior Brother Fang, you really are...ah."

Qian Chuanzi's face turned pale, as he had already thought of the difficulties Luo Shengyi would face in leaving Guangguan.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, you are mistaken." A hint of evil amusement appeared on Xia Zhengbai's face.

"Ok?"

Master Qingfeng's expression darkened as he looked at Fang Yi in the corner of the terrace with a strange tone.

"It's not Fellow Daoist Situ Zhong, could it be..."

(End of this chapter)