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

Chapter 270: Hiding one's incompetence is not a sign of stupidity

Fang Yi smiled coldly.

Under the command of Wei Qiong, the Wei family has been making small moves recently, but they have suppressed them all by themselves.

This time, we just happened to clean out a group of monks with ulterior motives in the Spiritual Medical Clinic and cut off one of their hands.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

"Brother Yu Xing, I hope you can be more sensible and not get involved in these matters.
Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"arrive."

Thousands of miles away from Fang Yifeng Lingxian City, a light of escape slowly descended in front of a mountain villa.

Looking at the plaque engraved with "Taisho Fukuchi" and the surrounding red spiritual mist, he seemed to be lost in thought.

'The second-level fire vein was locked away by the Feng Shui master to suppress the cold poison?
It seems this cold poison is very serious.'

He looked at the vermilion lacquer gate carved from fine spiritual wood. On either side of the gate stood a green jade lion.

The stone lion is steady and heavy, with a gleam of intelligence in its eyes and a sense of majesty that is hidden but not expressed.

'The quasi-second-level puppet also seems to be a Feng Shui tool, with the ability to regulate spiritual energy and suppress earth veins.

Feng Shui puppetry?

It's quite strange to see this almost lost branch of puppetry here.

As a second-level puppeteer, Fang Yi knew what the stone lion puppet was just by a glance.

'As expected of a Jindan-level parent and child, the pair of stone lion puppets in front of the door alone are worth more than just ordinary high-grade magical instruments.

but
Now it depends on whether the specific situation of Brother Xia Daoyou, who is my senior brother, is as I expected.

Fang Yi took out a red jade invitation.

Immediately, the magic power in his hand surged, and a faint red light appeared on the invitation card, and finally it turned into a jade butterfly and flew into Taisho Garden.

A corner of Taishoen Garden.

Surrounded by rockery and rugged rocks, a faint warmth drives away the coldness in the air.

Xia Zhengbai wore a lotus crown on his head and waved his long sleeves with cloud patterns, suppressing the fire mist in the crimson fire pool.

He pointed at the monk with a dark complexion and surrounded by cold air in the pool and spoke.

“Fellow Daoists Situ, Meng, and She are all second-level spiritual doctors, and their reputations are widely known in my Fengling Immortal City.

I wonder how likely I am to remove the cold poison Senior Brother Yang Xuan has contracted without damaging his vital energy.
Rest assured, fellow Daoists, if you succeed, Fengling Immortal City will certainly reward you generously."

"This"

Looking at the dark-faced monk in the fire pool, the three spiritual doctors all felt it was a difficult situation.

If this cold poison is easy to remove, Fengling Immortal City also has a second-grade mid-grade spiritual doctor. Why would they seek help from them?
The garden fell into silence.

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After a while, Situ Zhong hesitated for a moment and spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan, this cold poison has penetrated deep into your lungs and is extremely toxic. This requires further diagnosis and treatment."

"That's right, Brother Xia, please wait a moment."

Meng Yuanding also spoke. As a veteran medical doctor, he naturally saw the tricky part of Yang Xuan.

"Indeed, this cold poison is so strange that it is so deeply entangled with magic power.

If you are not careful, it will be difficult."

Xia Zhengbai frowned slightly and was about to speak when a red jade butterfly came into view.

With a wave of his sleeves, the jade butterfly turned into an invitation and fell into his hand.

"What's this? Fellow Daoist Fang is here." Xia Zhengbai showed a look of joy.

"My fellow Taoists, please treat the patient here first. I have something to do and will be away for a while.

Senior Brother Zhang, please entertain us."

Zhang Shizhong, wearing a green water robe, did not dare to be negligent.

"Junior brother, go ahead. I'll take care of Junior Brother Yang Xuan here."

After Xia Zhengbai left, Situ Zhong, Meng Yuanding and She Yuanding looked at each other and communicated with each other.

"Looking at Xia Zhengbai like this, it must be Fang Yi who has arrived? Fellow Daoist Meng, Fellow Daoist She and I have joined forces.

We can't let him succeed this time.

The last time we held the Chenglu Terrace Dharma Assembly, we could still call it a trick. If they do it again this time, there will be no excuse.”

"What Fellow Daoist Situ said makes sense. In the past six months, the number of cultivators seeking my treatment has decreased.

We absolutely cannot allow Fang Yi to continue to rise to power by stepping on our reputation."

"If we join forces, Fang Yi, a mere junior, won't be able to cause any trouble."

"Crack!"

Not long after, the vermilion lacquered door slowly opened, and Xia Zhengbai, playing with a string of jade beads in his hand, spoke with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I have been waiting for a long time.

Senior Brother Yang is already waiting in the garden, please follow me."

Following Xia Zhengbai along the bluestone road, they passed through a flower garden, two spiritual springs, and a gurgling spiritual stream.

Fang Yi felt a surge of burning fire coming towards him, as if it was going to set his eyebrows on fire.

He exerted a little bit of his magic power, and a green light appeared around his body, isolating the exploding fire spiritual power.

Then he looked at the towering strange mountains and rocks. The rocks were red gold in color and engraved with dense golden and red runes.

The runes are connected to each other, constantly drawing fire spiritual power from the ground.

"Acquired spiritual land?" Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed across Xia Zhengbai's face, as if he had not expected Fang Yi to have such insight.

“Friend Daoist Fang, you have a good eye. This is the spiritual land that my father, True Man Jiuqu, personally arranged.

Although it is only of the second rank, it can still speed up the cultivation of cultivators with fire spiritual roots by at least 10%.

"It's just that I've read more classics, but I can't compare to Daoist Xia's family background."

Fang Yi complimented him, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

"It seems that Master Jiuqu is no weakling among the masters of third-level formations."

The world of immortal cultivation is full of magical creations and supernatural powers. With coincidences and chances, the accumulation and evolution of spiritual energy can create various spiritual places.

Yin belongs to the ghost cave, fire belongs to the slurry pool, ice belongs to the cold pond, and wood belongs to the ancient forest.
Many spiritual lands are rich in spiritual energy, breeding rare treasures, and contain at least third-level spiritual veins. Once discovered, they will be fought over by all major forces. They are the foundation of the sect.

As far as Fang Yi knows.

The Xuanyang Mountain was the place where the sect was founded because it had a third-level Xuanyang Fire Pool, which served as the foundation to suppress the sect.

Spiritual land is rare, but has infinite uses.

Therefore, in ancient times, there were great masters of formations who learned from heaven and earth and developed a method of post-natal worship and refining spiritual lands.

The Vanity Cave in Fang Yi's natal magic weapon can also be regarded as a second-level spiritual land.

It is also an extremely rare spiritual land with the dual attributes of withering and flourishing.

"Fellow Daoist Fang has arrived! In this Crimson Origin Spirit Pond is Senior Brother Yang."

Xia Zhengbai stopped and looked at Fang Yi who was walking calmly behind him.

He had only seen this kind of composure in his father, True Man Jiuqu, and several Golden Core Daoists.

Such grace and elegance shouldn't appear on an ordinary foundation-building cultivator like Fang Yi.

Therefore, although he invited three spiritual doctors, Situ Zhong, Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, at the same time, he still favored Fang Yi the most.

Otherwise, given his status, he wouldn't have to greet him in person.

Xia Zhengbai pointed at the monk who was surrounded by anger but still had a dark complexion and spoke.

"In that crimson pool of fire is my Senior Brother Yang. Please help me, fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist Xia, please let me take a look at Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan's injuries first."

There was a gleam in Fang Yi's eyes.

Immediately, his magic power was consumed and the spiritual light in his hand condensed into strands of sky-blue silk, which went towards the acupoints of Yang Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the Crimson Yuan Fire Pool.

Meng Yuanhai and the other two looked at each other and felt ruthless.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, you must not do this. Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan cannot tolerate any interference right now."

As the words fell.

An ancient soul-reflecting mirror carved from sandalwood and inlaid with gold and jade was raised by Meng Yuanhai.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, and dark green spiritual patterns appeared.

"Shh!"

A faint green light shot out from the mirror and turned into a light film that enveloped the Crimson Yuan Fire Pool.

A vital precious tree appeared in Situ Zhong's hand. The precious tree moved, and the lush green light stopped the Tianqing silk.

She Yuanding stepped in front of Xia Zhengbai.

“Brother Xia Dao.

Just now, my fellow Taoists Situ Zhong, Meng Yuanhai and I have found a good method of diagnosis and treatment, and we are 80% sure that we can eliminate the cold poison.

But now, Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan has the Crimson Origin Fire Pool to suppress the cold poison, and the two meridians are connected, so they must not be disturbed."

"This"

Looking at Situ Zhong and the other two who were full of confidence, Xia Zhengbai hesitated.

Although he looked down on Fang Zhongyi, the cold poison that Yang Xuan was infected with involved a major matter, so it was not easy for him to make a decision alone.

Seeing this, Fang Yi's face darkened. He could open up a new branch in the Examination Pavilion.

It is a benefit that Wei Jiuxiao and Luo Shengyi have never gained after planning for decades.

In addition to the support of Master Qingfeng, the most important thing is that the sect values ​​its connection with Fengling Fairy City and the Jiuqu lineage.

Now that Situ Zhong has destroyed his foundation, he will naturally not sit idly by and wait for death.

"Eighty percent? Fellow Daoist Situ, please stop joking."

Fang Yi sneered and retracted the Tianqing silk.

"Fellow Daoists Situ Zhong, She Yuanding, and Meng Yuanhai, you and I are both foundation-building cultivators, and are proficient in medicine.

Using the simplest method of observing qi, it can be seen that Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan has been poisoned by cold that has penetrated into his bones.

So, after removing the cold poison, fellow Daoist has retained some of his fundamental vitality."

"This..." Situ Zhong gritted his teeth and decided to use the elixir he had saved.

"Sixty percent! Together with my fellow Daoists Meng and She, we can preserve sixty percent of his vitality.

This is an excellent result.”

"Sixty percent? Fellow Daoist Situ is joking again." Fang Yi smiled jokingly.

“So after Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan removes the cold poison, even if his realm doesn’t fall, there will be no hope for him to advance.

Is this result acceptable to Fellow Daoist Yang and Fellow Daoist Xia?"

"You!" Situ Zhong was furious, his face dark blue. "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Fang has any advice?"

"It's not a brilliant idea." Fang Yi paused and looked at Xia Zhengbai beside him.

"However, Fang has accumulated some experience in the way of spiritual medicine."

Fang Yi's eyes flashed, he knew very well.

Whether it is in Fengling Fairy City, Xuanyang Mountain, or even in Dayun Immortal Cultivation World.

As long as you want to gain a foothold, you must have your own foundation and appropriately display your own strengths.

He has a long life, so he can hide his shortcomings to some extent, but he must never act stupid.

Otherwise, the strong will prey on the weak, and he will become an opportunity in the eyes of others.

As the son of a Jindan Zhenren and a foundation-building cultivator, Xia Zhengbai has a wide range of knowledge.

Naturally, he knew that Yang Xuan's ability to retain 60% of his vitality was also a good result.

But according to what Fang Yi said, there seems to be another way.

As the fifth disciple of Jiuqu Zhenren, Yang Xuan has a good relationship with Xia Zhengbai.

If possible, he naturally did not want Yang Xuan's vitality to be seriously damaged and his cultivation to make no progress.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, is there another way to ensure Brother Yang's vitality?"

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

"Any loss of spiritual medicines and materials will be fully borne by my Jiuqu lineage.

In addition, if Fellow Daoist Fang can save Senior Brother Yang, it is possible that his cultivation will be improved in the future.

I owe Fellow Daoist Fang a favor."

(End of this chapter)