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

Chapter 289: Meeting an old friend, hunting
A Qi-cultivating cultivator, even one at the ninth level, would be of no use to the other party.

Only a master who has established a foundation can help him expand the Spiritual Medical Clinic and take charge of the Examination Hall.

He even took Xuanyang Mountain into his hands.

Fang Yi looked at Xu Qingshe, who was wearing a Qingyang crown, a red flame robe, and surrounded by pure fire energy.

He continued to speak.

"I forgot to congratulate Junior Brother Xu. After refining the false elixir cultivator's elixir fire, his cultivation has now advanced further and he is not far from the middle stage of foundation building.
I wonder when Junior Brother is going to take action against the Ming family of Sanling Valley? I’m sure you’ve been coveting that second-level soul-nourishing tree for a long time.”

Xu Qingshe threw a bottle of elixir from her sleeve and then leaned back in the sandalwood rocking chair, looking tired.

"Ming family?
Senior Brother, I rushed here from Xuanyang Mountain as soon as I received your message. I haven't rested a single day, spending the entire month refining the elixir for you.
Since I, your junior brother, have no merits and have worked hard, I would like to trouble you to take care of the affairs of the Ming family."

Fang Yi glanced at the tired Xu Qingshe and shook his head slightly.

He immediately took the jade bottle thrown to him, tilted the jade bottle, and a green pill the size of a longan fell into his hand.

He took a light sniff and felt the rich fragrance of the elixir.

"Second-level, low-grade Qingmu Yangling Pill, with a rich fragrance, mellow medicinal properties, and top quality.

Junior brother, your alchemy skills have improved again. I think you are not far from becoming a second-level mid-grade alchemist.

Fang Yi paused as he glanced at the bronze ring on Xu Qingshe's index finger.

"Ming Heng heard that the four foundation-building masters of the Ming family died at the hands of the Wei family cultivators.

Among the remaining three foundation-building masters, Mingxiang, Mingsu and Mingxing, Mingxiang is the most difficult to deal with.

The Ming family was founded by the fake Dan Zhenren and possesses the top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate, as the family heritage.

Junior Brother Xu, you are wealthy.

You should know that a cultivator who has been in the middle stage of foundation building for many years, possesses a top-grade magic weapon, and is in charge of the combat power of a second-level formation."

"Hey!"

Xu Qingshe frowned, feeling troubled by the power of the Ming family.

'Old Chen, this Ming family cultivator is so difficult to deal with, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find the second-level soul-nourishing tree.
Ming Xiang, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, holds a top-grade magic weapon and sits in the second-level magic circle.

With such a lineup, even if my cheap master Xiao Xuanshan, who is in the late foundation building stage, takes action, it will be difficult to get any benefits.'

The bronze ring glowed with light, and 'Old Chen' had a faint smile on his face.

"Xu boy, just listen to your senior brother Fang. He is a cultivator of longevity and has profound calculations.

Since I've notified you to come here, there must be a way to resolve this matter.

Just let him do what he wants. With your brain, the three of you combined are not enough to handle one of you.'

Xu Qingshe glanced at Fang Yi, who was calm and composed, and then glanced at 'Old Chen' with a smile on his face. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Brother Fang! We've been friends for decades, why are you playing tricks on me like this?"

Fang Yi also curled the corners of his mouth slightly and threw a jade slip to Xu Qingshe.

"This is the information about the Ming family compiled from several fellow Taoists in the Examination Pavilion.

Mingxiang is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, but his old injuries have not fully healed.

He had been friendly with me several times before, and he must have wanted me to treat him.

But first you have to help Luo Shengyi win the battle for the Examination Pavilion.

Only then, after taking charge of the Examination Hall, can I obtain the elixirs and magical medicines needed by the Prime Minister to lure the snake out of its hole."

Xu Qingshe's eyes lit up, and he withdrew his consciousness from the jade slip. Immediately, with a thought, a dark wooden ruler appeared in his hand.

"Brother Fang, if you want me to take action, the power of my Xuanyang Ruler has recovered a lot.

I am also capable of fighting against Wei Jiuxiao from the Wei family of Changle Valley.

I heard that Luo Shengyi is also a sword cultivator. If I join forces with him, I can severely injure Wei Jiuxiao."

Fang Yi looked deep in the eyes and waved his hand.

“No need for that, I have other plans for the fight between Luo Shengyi and Wei Jiuxiao.

With Luo Shengyi's current strength, he only needs to defeat Wu Tu Tun Yang Python, and the position of the head of the Kaogong Pavilion will fall into his pocket.

Don't expose yourself too early. If you attract the attention of the Ming Xiang, it will be difficult to provoke him to take action later.

Junior Brother Xu, you don't want to fail in obtaining the Soul Nurturing Tree, do you?

Seeing the faint aura of fire surrounding Xu Qingshe, Fang Yi frowned slightly, and then he urged his magic power, and the banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins world appeared.

Strands of pure vitality gather together.

On the banner appeared the shadow of an ancient demon god wearing a crown of creation, a green wooden robe, and holding a green medicine cauldron.

Fang Yi lightly tapped his fingertips and released a stream of magic power.

The demon god showed a look of compassion on his face, and the medicine cauldron tilted slightly, and a stream of spiritual light like water flowed out from the cauldron.

"Brother Fang, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the spiritual light was about to fall towards him, Xu Qingshe was shocked. A faint ferocious look appeared on his face, the muscles all over his body were tense, and a fierce and fiery aura was lingering around him.

"Crash!"

The evil energy of fire is surging.

In the reception room, the temperature continued to rise, and the air was filled with the feeling of explosion.

"Sure enough, the true fire of the fake elixir cultivator is not so easy to refine."

Fang Yi saw Xu Qingshe being stimulated by the spiritual light and the aura of fiery evil filling his body, and he understood what was going on.

"Junior Brother Xu, although your cultivation has improved somewhat from refining the fake elixir cultivator's elixir fire this time.

However, he was also infected by the evil fire left in the elixir fire, which disturbed his heart and made him angry and warlike.

If you believe in me, I can..."

"I believe in you, senior brother!" Xu Qingshe interrupted Fang Yi.

"We have known each other for decades, and I trust you. Please help me remove the fire poison."

Looking at the bronze ring with spiritual light flowing on Xu Qingshe's fingertips, Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly.

"Could it be that the old ghost in Junior Brother Xu's ring has already calculated this, waiting for a spiritual doctor to come and remove the fire poison from it?"
Otherwise, how could such an old monster not see that Junior Brother Xu was infected by the evil spirit of fire?
That's all

Fang Yi sighed, and then continued to activate the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner. The spiritual light fell slowly like water, constantly washing the body of the Xu Qing Snake.

"laugh!"

Wisps of gray smoke rose from Xu Qingshe's body.

His expression was sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his limbs.

Old Chen's slightly surprised voice came into Xu Qingshe's ears through the bronze ring.

"Xu boy, bear with it for me." This is the most advanced healing secret method of the Wood Dao, Jiamu Fati Xuanguang.

Your Senior Brother Fang is indeed a man of excellent character. It is worth your while to come all the way from Xuanyang to refine the elixir for him.'

"Mr. Chen, do you know that I'm being attacked by the Fire Evil Spirit?"

Xu Qingshe clenched his teeth, trying to endure the numbness and itching coming from all over his limbs.

His face was ferocious, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept dripping down.

The 'Old Chen' in the bronze ring had a calm expression.

'Of course I know that you are invaded by the fire evil, but this is inevitable.

Xu boy, with your spiritual root aptitude, even if you practice the "Heaven and Earth Baking Furnace Method" to refine the spiritual fire of heaven and earth to replenish your foundation.

But if you want to condense the golden elixir before your lifespan runs out, then this is the only way.

People's minds change. Whether you want to be friends with Fang Yi is your business.

But you asked me for the complete inheritance of "Yuan Chen Spiritual Art" and wanted to hand it over to Fang Yi.

Since this involves the inheritance of a third-level spiritual path, I will naturally test it a bit.'

Old Chen shot out a beam of spiritual light, which fell into Xu Qingshe's sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual light dissipated, and huge runes emerged. The runes combined with each other to turn into a silver stream of soul secrets.

'Now it seems that your senior brother Fang is a good person.

This mysterious light that cuts through the body of Jiamu will cause great damage to it even with the help of the medical magic weapon Creation Banner.

After you remove the Fire Evil, you can hand over this inheritance of "Yuan Chen Spiritual Art" to him as a reward.

Friendship can only be maintained through give and take.

Looking at the bronze ring, the frequency of spiritual light flow increased greatly.

Fang Yi knew that he had indeed been tricked by the old thing in the ring.

But he didn't care and continued to mobilize his magic power. His slender ten fingers quickly made different seals.

"Crash!"

The spiritual light in the medicine cauldron flowed like water, wrapping Xu Qingshe.

Lush forests and tall bamboos, swaying green lotuses, ancient trees towering into the sky, and all kinds of spiritual scenes flash by in the spiritual light.

"boom!"

An hour later, Xu Qingshe's whole body shook and he spat out a mouthful of hot red-gray fire.

"Zi~Zi~"

The fire evil fell on the bluestone floor and quickly corroded a hole.

"Crack!"

All the muscles and bones in his body vibrated, and Xu Qingshe stepped out of the divine light of Jiamu's body.

He bowed slightly, his words sincere. "Thank you, Brother Fang, for your help."

"Well, Junior Brother Xu, you were eroded by the fire evil. Although it has been completely eradicated now, it has damaged your vitality.

You are a second-level alchemist, so you can refine some elixirs to replenish your vitality."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and put away the Xujie Kurong Banner. After thinking for a moment, he threw out a storage bag.

“When Junior Brother is refining Qi-boosting pills, open an extra furnace of Three-Element Body-Building Pills.

You have a nephew who will need this elixir to replenish his vitality."

"Three Yuan Body-Building Pill? My nephew wants to practice body-building?"

Xu Qingshe was slightly stunned, then reached into the storage, took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Fang Yi.

"I still have ten of these Three Yuan Body-Building Pills. Brother Fang, do you think they are enough?

If it’s not enough, I’ll open another furnace.”

"Master Alchemist Fu Yu is indeed worthy of his reputation." Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly as he took the jade bottle.

"Ten elixirs are enough. Junior brother, go and rest."

Ten days later.

A wind and thunder flying boat was speeding in the sky, with five foundation-building monks sitting cross-legged on the boat.

Luo Shengyi wore a lavender robe with a brocade pattern of birds.

A golden magic sword was emitting sword light in his hand, and his tone was polite.

"Junior Brother Fang, this time, please surround and kill the Wu Earth Swallowing Yang Python. You don't have to attack head-on.

Just block the venom."

Considering that Fang Yi is a foundation-building cultivator who specializes in the art of spiritual medicine, he is not good at fighting.

She hesitated for a moment and continued to increase her bet.

“I heard that Junior Brother was collecting the skeletons of second-level monsters, and this is after strangling the Wu Tu Swallowing Yang Python.

I'll make the decision and give you a complete second-level, low-grade demon beast spirit skeleton."

"Thank you very much, Senior Sister Luo, for your kindness. I will definitely do my best."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, and his eyes swept over the remaining three foundation-building cultivators on the flying boat.

He had already known Qian Chuanzi and Yang Chi for a long time. Although they were not weak among the cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, they were not weak either.

But it was not very helpful in hunting down the second-level medium-grade monster. Instead, Fang Yi was a little surprised by another female cultivator in a pink gauze skirt.

'Master Baihua from Yunzefang Market?

While I was seizing the Spirit Source Pearl, he swallowed up 40% of the spiritual objects in Xuanyang Mountain's market, and was extremely skilled at taking advantage of the situation.

Luo Shengyi pulled Master Baihua to his side and introduced him.

"This is my close friend, Senior Sister Baihua. She was originally stationed in Yunze Market.

Unfortunately, the old demon from the White Bone Sect showed up, cut off the spiritual veins, and looted the spiritual objects in the sect.

After I have formed the elixir, I will certainly pull out the tendons and skin of these cultivators, and let them taste the pain of having their hearts pierced by thousands of swords!

Junior Brother Fang Yi, Senior Sister Baihua, this is the truth you are talking about."

When Fang Yi thought about the second-level spiritual vein in the withered and flourishing banner of the Ruins Realm, Master Baihua subconsciously touched the newly bought jade hairpin magic weapon on his hair.

"Junior sister, your words are polite. The demon cultivator who destroyed the spiritual vein is indeed guilty of a thousand deaths."

"Senior Sister Luo is right. The demon cultivator who stole our spiritual treasures should suffer the pain of having his heart pierced by ten thousand swords."

(End of this chapter)