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

Chapter 346: Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, accident
One month later.

Qingzhi Building, training room.

Fang Yi listened to the information told by the monk from Bishui Pavilion.

He frowned slightly and spoke after a moment of hesitation.

"According to what Daoist Xie Bochang said.

All the spiritual medicine clinics in the Immortal City, except for the three old shops Qinghe Hall, Qingnang Tower, and Dazhi Pavilion, are quite cooperative. "

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Yang wants to choose one of these three families to establish his authority.

But the three cultivators behind the scenes either have cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building or have combat power in the middle stage of foundation building.

Brother Fang, here are the specific information of the three spiritual medical clinics and the spiritual medicines they sell.

I wonder if Fellow Daoist Fang would rather establish his authority through his family."

Fang Yi took the jade slip and the soul-sealing box containing the spiritual ointment, and probed his spiritual sense into them.

Information about Qinghe Hall, Qingnang Tower, and Dazhi Pavilion flowed through his mind.

After a moment, he opened the jade box and used the Qi-inhalation and scent-smelling technique. Aura flowed through his nose, and a wisp of medicinal fragrance rose.

"This Qinghe Warming Ointment looks familiar, and this logo..."

Fang Yi's heart was surging, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

He took out the elixir from Qinghe Tower and spoke.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, please go back and tell Fellow Daoist Yang Xuan that the Qinghe Tower is the biggest conflict for us.

The Qinghe Warming Yang Cream he sells is the closest in potency to my elixir, making him one of our biggest competitors."

"Okay! I'll go back and tell Brother Yang!"

Three days later, in Fengling Fairy City, Sishui Alley, Qinghe Hall.

"The Wind Spirit Guards are on duty! Everyone else, stay away!"

It echoed in the alleys of Sishui like muffled thunder.

More than ten rays of light fell from the sky and transformed into Wind Spirit Guards wearing armor and black iron masks, hovering around Qinghe Hall.

The leading cultivator, Yang Xuan, lowered his eyes and looked towards Qinghe Hall, a well-known spiritual medical clinic in Fengling Fairy City.

"If you don't accept a toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. This is just the right way to make an example of someone."

His eyes turned fierce, and he immediately turned around and spoke to the silver-white little beast on the brown demonic cloud.

"Seventh Daoist Fellow, thank you for setting up the formation. This Baiye Master from the Qinghe Hall is a foundation-building sword cultivator who is extremely skilled in fighting.

If it escapes, or injures any kind monk in the city, it will be a disaster."

"Hmph!"

Qijie nodded slightly, with a simple and honest look on his face, his dark eyes stared at Yang Xuan who was wearing armor.

Yang Xuan's face froze, and the look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he visited merchants and collected tributes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he took out a small bag of clear water pears from his storage bag and handed it over.

"I don't know how Fellow Daoist Fang Yi managed to raise a pet like you. You're even more skilled at taking bribes than I am."

Qijie smiled innocently, and a yellow-brown spiritual light rolled up the spiritual fruit. He narrowed his eyes slightly, used his magic power to investigate, and then swallowed the sweet and refreshing green water pear in one gulp.

He wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, and Qijie's magic power was swallowed up. A map of mountains and rivers and the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd were sacrificed together.

"Crash!"

The treasure map of mountains and rivers was surrounded by the spiritual power of Wu Earth, slowly unfolding, and the shadows of mountains emerged.

The ancient and heavy runes on the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd flowed, the gourd tilted slightly, and golden spiritual sand gushed out like a tide.

Watching Qinghe Hall being gradually enveloped by the gray array space.

"A second-level, mid-grade formation?!"

Hiss, and he's not from the Spirit Turtle lineage, how could the Earth Pig have such talent in formation?
Fang Daoyou has a great opportunity

Yang Xuan changed his disdain for Qijie's excessive demands, and his eyes were filled with deep envy.

This is a second-level formation master!

Among the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, elixirs, talismans, formations and weapons are most closely related to cultivators.

Just relying on the skill of setting up the second-level formation, even if Qijie is only a second-level low-grade monster, his status can be comparable to his own.

If you have such a spiritual pet at home, let alone spiritual fruits, you can even worship it as an ancestor.

"Zheng!"

With a long sword roar, a sharp sword light slashed out. Master Baiye looked grim and walked slowly out of Qinghe Hall.

"Yang Xuan, what do you mean?
We in Qinghe Hall are doing our duty and keeping a safe distance. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by Jiuqu Zhenren for acting this way?"

"Hey, blame?"

In response to Master Baiye, a red smoke glass bead transformed into a fire lotus.

Yang Xuan sneered, activated the orb, and smashed it towards Master Baiye.

"Boom!"

The glazed fire lotus swayed, red mist swirled, and collided endlessly with the green magic sword.

“Bai Ye!
The fact that you refined inferior anti-cold elixir and harmed the monks in the city has been exposed!
Surrender, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

'Refine inferior elixirs?'

Master Baiye was shocked and immediately started cursing.

"Yang Xuan, you are lying!

My Qinghe Hall uses the finest spiritual materials to refine spiritual medicines.

Eighty to ninety percent of the spiritual materials were purchased from shops under Fengling City.

Inferior? !
Fuck you!
I still have this purchase order. Yang Xuan, do you dare to take ownership of it?"

"Brother Yang, why waste time talking to this casual cultivator? Act quickly to avoid any more trouble."

Xie Bochang, the foundation-building master of Bishui Pavilion, was half a step behind Yang Xuan.

Seeing Yang Xuan's expression froze and he was about to explain, he hurriedly began to persuade him.

In order to make an example of someone to scare the monkeys, Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower selected the spiritual medical clinic with the greatest competition.

Yang Xuan led the group with the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, and Qingzhi sent out Qijie, a second-level formation master.

Jiuquan Pavilion and Zhan Gong Hall each mobilized a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

One cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and three fighters in the early stage of foundation building.

Even though Master Baiye is famous and very good at fighting, he can use his natal magic sword to fight against a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Such a formation was sufficient to suppress them. The cyan sword light and the glazed orb collided endlessly, stirring up waves of spiritual energy.

Seeing that Master Baiye indeed had the combat power of the middle stage of foundation building, Yang Xuan waved his hand and gave the order.

"Wind Spirit Guards, listen up! You will assist Fellow Daoist Qijie in presiding over this Yellow Sand Formation.

Xie Bochang, Geng Huai, why don't you two take action?!
Do you want me to invite Aunt Xie and Fellow Daoist Geng to come here?"

The two of them looked slightly changed when they heard this.

Xie Bochang slapped his storage bag and raised a long green whip.

The magic weapon's spiritual light flowed and turned into a green spirit-swallowing python, which went towards Master Baiye to strangle him.

Geng Huai's face tightened. As a descendant of Geng Laogui, he knew a little about the secret cooperation between these major forces.

He slapped his storage bag and a tiger-head knife shot out.

The tiger-head knife was surrounded by murderous aura, and it fought against the green leaf sword together with the red flame glass bead.

"You bully the few with your numbers and oppress good cultivators. Yang Xuan, you have betrayed the trust of Master Jiuqu!"

"Ah!"

Yang Xuan glanced at the gray sand formation and sneered.

"Oppressing good monks?
Fellow Daoist Baiye, the blood of cultivators in your hands is several times more than mine, right?

Also, don't expect Qingnang Tower and Dazhi Pavilion to support you.

Aunt Xie from Jiuquan Tower and Old Ghost Geng from Tiandaowu have already gone to visit.

As for your friends who are independent cultivators, fellow Daoists from Qingzhi Tower went to stop them."

"you!"

“How do I?

If you don't accept my toast, I will have to drink the wine for you. Today, I will send you off!"

The magic power in Yang Xuan's hand surged, and a fist-sized photo bead emerged.

He spoke with a resolute expression.

"Master Baiye of Qinghe Tower colluded with the demon cultivators and used inferior spiritual medicine to harm the cultivators.
I, Yang Xuanzun, follow the laws of Fengling Fairy City and arrest him.

Devil cultivator, die!"

"Yang Xuan, you are so shameless for suppressing those who dissident you!"

Master Baiye cried out inwardly that something was wrong and used all his strength to activate the Qingye Sword. A dark blue light flashed in his eyes as he kept searching for flaws in the Yellow Sand Formation.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing continued.

The giant python pounced, the sword energy was everywhere, and the fire lotus was swaying.

As time passed, Master Baiye was gradually put at a disadvantage and had almost no power to resist.

'Damn!
There's no time for further delay!'

Master Baiye's face turned grim, his bones, flesh and blood crackled and his body suddenly rose three feet taller.

The dark and ghostly aura rose into the sky, the aura around him was powerful, and his cultivation level continued to rise.

The dark and strange spiritual patterns flowed on the Qingye Sword, and the aura continued to rise, emitting a pale spiritual light.

The top-grade magic weapon, the Ghost Bone Sword!
Master Baiye smiled cruelly, holding the Yinhun Bone Sword in his hand, and slashed down with one sword.

"Pfft!"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The white bone sword energy was everywhere in just a few breaths.

The Glazed Fire Lotus was beaten back to its original form, and the long whip magic weapon that turned into the Green Scaled Swallowing Wave Python was split into two halves, and the tiger-head knife was also covered with fine and dense cracks.

"Yang Xuan, you ruined my plans and forced me to this point. We still have a long way to go!
I hope you stay in Fengling Fairy City for the rest of your life!"

Master Baiye waved his hand, and the Ghost Bone Sword slashed out again.

Qijie had already received Fang Yi's instructions. She used her demonic power to secretly suppress the power of the Mountain and River Map and the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

"Boom!"

The yellow sand formation was easily broken up. Master Baiye didn't dare to stay any longer and turned into a streak of pale light and quickly left.

"A demon cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage?
Holding the Ghost Bone Sword, is that Master Qinghuai from the White Bone Sect? "

Yang Xuan looked alert and felt bitter in his heart.

If he had known earlier that Qinghetang was the secret agent of Baigumen, he would never have taken action against it.

It is not the first time that Fengling Fairy City has been doing magic business, as long as it does not take sides openly.

The three forces of Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu also turned a blind eye.

What's more, now that the half-demon cultivators from Nanli Kingdom have invaded, Xuanyang Mountain has already been colluding with the Baigu Sect and Hehuan Dao sects.

Yang Xuan glanced at the center of Fengling Fairy City, where there was a third-level spiritual vein, and it was the location of the cave of Jiuqu Zhenren.

"Sure enough, Master acquiesced to this matter."

Looking at the broken bricks and tiles of the Qinghe Tower, which had turned into ruins, Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and put away the glass bead.

He murmured in his mind.

'Fellow Daoist Baiye, you are a demon cultivator, why didn't you tell me earlier!

A genuine late-stage foundation-building demon cultivator, how dare Yang come to my house like this!

In Qingzhi Tower, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and Fang Yi strokes the silver-white little beast in his arms.

"The one from Qinghe Hall is a late-stage Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator? And he's also a cultivator from the White Bone Sect?"

"Hum! Hum!"

"That's good.
With the departure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, things in the Dark Market will be much easier to handle.”

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness probed into the small cave of the withered and prosperous banner in the ruins world.

Yin Gu had a sinister look on his face and was wearing a black robe. The corpse energy around him had condensed into substance and turned into black armor.

"Roar!"

Yin Gu was completely unaware of Fang Yi's peeping and roared continuously, and the bloody smell filled the mire of flesh and blood.

There was a bloodthirsty light in its eyes, and a pair of skinny, withered but extremely powerful hands, with dark corpse patterns flowing.

Thinking of the remaining information in Yin Bone's soul, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"I never thought that after sixty years, the person who presided over the White Bone Sect in the dark market of Fengling Fairy City would still be Master Qinghuai."

(End of this chapter)