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

Chapter 326 Lessons, Finding Traces

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the Five Poison Cauldron slowly turned, then smashed towards She Yuanding.

"boom!"

The air waves rolled, and yellowish smoke rose outside Qingzhi Tower.

Fang Yi's teasing voice echoed in the air.

"Fellow Daoist She, I see that you are full of energy and vitality. It doesn't seem like your vitality has been damaged, and you can't even use your spiritual healing skills?

Could it be"

Fang Yi paused, then raised his voice.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist She and Fellow Daoist Meng are also helpless against this spiritual poison?
This is also fine, as everyone has their own expertise and fellow Taoists have limited talents.

But my Xuanyang Mountain has a profound foundation. If you two fellow Taoists are willing, you can enter Qingzhi to learn the way of spiritual medicine."

‘Damn it! ’

Feeling the gazes of dozens of Foundation Establishment Masters descending upon him, Meng Yuanhai cursed inwardly.

He knew that his uninjured status had been exposed, so he no longer hesitated and quietly crushed a jade token.

The dim yellow smoke dissipated, and Meng Yuanhai felt ruthless.

As a second-level spiritual doctor, he is unable to treat monks and needs Fang Yi's help.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the Qingzhi Tower is not accessible to ordinary cultivators, so why not come directly to the Qingzhi Tower?

Meng Yuanhai knew that he was forced into a desperate situation.

If he loses again this time, there will be no place for him to stay in Fengling Fairy City.

He and She Yuanding looked at each other and felt ruthless.

He immediately stopped concealing his breath, straightened his back, held the soul mirror in his hand, and green light flowed around his body.

"Fang Yi, what does it have to do with you whether I'm injured or not?
I would like to ask you, this Taoist fellow Qingyuan was poisoned by a spiritual poison, can you cure it?

What if not?

Your Qingzhi Tower is unjustly called the best medical clinic in Fengling Immortal City by fellow Taoists. It is better to close it down as soon as possible!"

"Ah!"

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he looked like a majestic and unassuming master.

"Friend Meng Dao is not proficient in medicine, so today I will give you some pointers on behalf of your master!"

Fang Yi decided today to establish his authority by combining Meng Yuanhai and She Yuan.

Although his reputation had spread in Fengling Fairy City, most people knew about it among those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Qingzhi Tower was originally established to treat Qigong practitioners.

And in order to attract more "like-minded" spiritual doctors, today's event must be done beautifully.

Now Meng Yuanhai and his actions almost imply that he is inferior in skills to others, and Fang Yi now wants to make this fact a reality.

He looked at Master Qingyuan and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyuan, do you want me to treat your disciple?"

"This"

Master Qingyuan felt something was wrong, but thinking of the benefits promised by Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, he gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

"I'd like to trouble Doctor Fang to treat Hou'er."

After sensing the undisguised spiritual consciousness of dozens of Foundation Establishment masters and hundreds of Qi-cultivating cultivators looking at him from a distance.

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

He knew that today's goal had been achieved, and the stage built with Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding as the raft had been completed.

Next is your own ability.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyuan has such faith in me, I will definitely not let you down."

Fang Yi looked calm as he looked at Qin Yu behind him.

"Yu'er, the spiritual poison that this young friend Qinghou was infected with is quite interesting.

Please call Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei, and Qian Jiaozi from the building.

Today, I will show you how to deal with this kind of spiritual poison so that you won’t lose face as a teacher if you fail to master the skills in the future.

"Yes, Master. I will call a few fellow disciples over here right now!"

Qin Yu hated the cultivators who came to Qingzhi Tower to cause trouble.

If he were not just a Qi-cultivating cultivator and no match for a Foundation Establishment Master, he would have already blasted down his Green Lotus Flag.

But now that he had Fang Yi's support, his eyes turned and he looked at Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, his words sharp.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely practice the way of spiritual medicine well.

In the future, I will never pretend to be seriously weakened due to my lack of medical skills and bring shame to my school."

"Junior is seeking death!"

When Meng Yuanhai heard these sarcastic words, his face turned dark blue, and the pressure of a Foundation Establishment Master pressed down on Qin Yu.

Seeing this, Fang Yi took a step forward, waved his sleeves, and the green light flowed to stop the pressure.

“Fellow Daoist Meng, Yu’er is still young and forgot to save face for you.

As the Master, I have no choice but to do so."

"Snapped!"

The invisible spiritual consciousness was shaken.

The demonic power flowed, and a giant yellow jade hand suddenly appeared. Meng Yuanhai was shocked and was knocked into the bluestone road without noticing.

Fang Yi reached out and took Qijie into his arms, smoothing his shiny fur.

“As a master, I have no choice but to teach my fellow Taoist a lesson.

So that fellow Taoists know that even if Yu'er makes any mistakes, I, as his master, will discipline him.

Besides, Yu'er is right, it's not your place to interfere."

"Fang Yi!!"

A green light rose from under the bluestone road. Meng Yuanhai's robe activated itself and he was not harmed.

But his face turned red and his blood rushed to his forehead.

"What? Meng Yuanhai, do you have any objections?"

"Snapped!"

A shimmering green light swirled, and a large jade hand with distinct joints took shape. With a single slap, it slammed Meng Yuanhai into the ground once again. Fang Yi smiled coldly, a murderous aura etched in his eyes. Meng Yuanhai's usefulness had been completely exploited.

If they were not in Fengling Fairy City, he would have extracted his soul and refined his spirit long ago. How dare he make such a noise here?

"How is that possible? You are only in the initial stage of foundation building, how could you hide from my perception so easily?"

Meng Yuanhai gritted his teeth and used all his strength to activate the Soul Mirror. The bronze light was emitted, determined to teach Fang Yi a lesson.

"Ah!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Green Lotus Flag appeared in his hand. Green lotuses blossomed, and the faint lotus fragrance filled the air. He easily stopped the ancient soul-reflecting mirror.

Green spiritual light and yellow-brown demonic power flow, and the Green Wood Seal and the Wu Earth Seal appear together.

Then another familiar voice sounded.

"Snapped!"

Even with the protection of the robe, Meng Yuanhai's magic power suddenly stagnated when his invisible spiritual consciousness was shaken, and he was pressed into the ground by two large handprints, one green and one yellow.

On the top floor of Qingzhi Building, Xia Zhengbai burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this Fellow Daoist Fang really didn't give Meng Yuanhai any face at all.

But, Brother Xiang Shu, can you see how Fellow Daoist Fang accomplished this?"

Master Xiangshu was a burly man. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Junior Brother Xia, it must be the power of spiritual consciousness.

This Daoist Fellow Fang's spiritual awareness far surpassed Meng Yuanhai's, and he and his second-level demon pet attacked, disrupting Meng Yuanhai's five senses.

He didn't mobilize much spiritual power, and those three big hand seals were simply to make Meng Yuanhai lose face.

It’s quite interesting.”

"Divine consciousness?"

Xia Zhengbai shook the silver whisk in his hand slightly, thinking about the information he had found out.

“This is normal. According to Fengwenlou, before Fellow Daoist Fang advanced to the foundation-building stage, he was a puppeteer.

His spiritual medicine skills also started from studying the art of beast puppets. I previously gave him a second-grade low-grade Green Fang Earth-Stepping Elephant.

Now he may have entered the realm of a second-level low-grade puppeteer. So that's what he said about puppets before."

Xia Zhengbai's eyes were deep, and he looked at Fang Yi quietly.

In front of Qingzhi Tower.

Fang Yi didn't care at all about Xia Zhengbai's undisguised gaze.

Taking the opportunity to show off his puppetry skills was part of his plan. Otherwise, he would not be able to collect the flesh and blood of monsters openly to feed the Yin bones of the underworld corpse.

A spiritual land has formed in the Kuruo Small Cave Heaven with the accumulation of corpses, and with the blood and flesh of thousands of cultivators as nourishment, the Yin Bones of the Netherworld are now making rapid progress in their cultivation.

It is not far from the second-level upper grade, so the more blood and flesh the better.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, we are both second-level spiritual doctors. Isn't it too much for you to humiliate Brother Meng like this?"

She Yuanding felt sympathetic when he saw the monk being knocked into the ground three times in a row.

In public, under the gaze of so many monks, he was slapped into the ground.

As long as Meng Yuanhai still has some dignity, he will not be able to stay in Fengling Fairy City.

He had already heard the rumors in Fengling Fairy City.

The path of a miraculous doctor is based on reputation.

Unless Meng Yuanhai can defeat Fang Yi head-on, in Fengling Fairy City, where the Qingzhi Tower stands tall, no cultivator with some face and background would seek treatment from a loser.

Fang Yi's expression was calm as he leisurely stroked Qijie's silver fur. He glanced at Fan Dacheng, and Fan Dacheng understood.

Golden spiritual light flowed, Fan Dacheng's blood surged, he took a step forward and blocked She Yuanding.

"Fellow Daoist She, you'd better not get involved in this matter, lest you end up like a rat."

"you!"

She Yuanding almost wanted to take action, but Meng Yuanhai's end was too tragic, so he finally swallowed his anger.

He glanced at Qing Hou out of the corner of his eye and immediately confronted Fan Dacheng.

After counting the interest.

Meng Yuanhai crawled out from the ground, his face ashen, and was about to continue activating the Soul Mirror.

But when he saw Fang Yi's nonchalant eyes and the second-level demon pet ready to attack, he paused.

Thinking of Qing Hou, the disciple of Master Qingyuan, a sinister look flashed across his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this young man Qinghou has been poisoned. Doctor Meng is kind-hearted and will not bother with this young man!"

"Haha, Yu'er, did you hear that? Meng Yuanhai said he won't bother with you? I've never seen such a shameless Master in my life."

Fang Yi looked at Meng Yuanhai, who dared not say anything in anger, and the magic weapon in his sleeve, the tracking bead, slowly turned.

The invisible magic power surged on the orb, slowly intercepting and condensing the aura of Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding.

He waved his sleeves.

"Yu'er, don't delay any longer, go and call Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, and Huang Pengfei.

Today, I killed a ground mouse and I'm in a good mood. I'll teach you a few things."

"Yes, Master! Disciple will go right away."

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi looked at Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei and others who were standing with their hands hanging down and expressions of respect.

He nodded slightly, already feeling the consciousness of several great monks in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Everything is ready, except for this last ray of east wind. If the wind doesn't come, I will personally summon this ray of east wind."

Fang Yiyuan arrived at Tingyue, waved his sleeves, and a green chain rolled up. The pale-faced Qinghou fell into the air and floated in front of him.

The Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand, and with the activation of his magical power, he condensed strands of sky-blue silk that glowed with spiritual light.

Dozens of sky-blue silk threads flowed along the acupoints all over the body and penetrated into Qing Hou's body one by one.

After a while.

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. He retracted his Tianqing silk and looked at Master Qingyuan.

Master Qingyuan was shocked, and thinking of Meng Yuanhai's miserable condition, he spoke cautiously.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I wonder if my disciple Qing Hou can be saved?"

(End of this chapter)