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

Chapter 355: Retreat and Secretly Cross Chencang

Chang Sun Jie felt regretful. If the incense just now was three times stronger, this "hidden injury over the years" would be greatly improved.

The recovery now is already the limit.

Too much is as bad as too little. A second-level mid-grade spiritual doctor who is proficient in several top-level medical secrets would definitely make Fang Yi wary if he was too fake.

"In that case, Junior Brother, I will not bother you any more. Senior Sister Luo, Senior Brother Qian, and I will leave first."

Changsun Jie bowed and thanked him, left a medium-grade spirit stone as the consultation fee, and then left with Luo Shengyi and Qian Chuanzi.

His eyes were deep and he murmured in his heart.

"Brother Fang, we have a long way to go."

Half an hour later.

Qingzhi Tower, a quiet room.

Fang Yi threw the medical fee left by Chang Sun Jie and a medium-grade spirit stone to Gu Jiushang.

Although he knew that there was nothing wrong with the spirit stone, he was unwilling to keep it in his hands.

"Mr. Gu, take this spiritual stone and go to Baicaotang to buy spiritual medicine.

In addition, you and Xiaoqi should find an opportunity to go to Feihua Tower to find Junior Brother Xu and tell him not to return to Qingzhi Tower in the next few years.

And please pay attention to Changsun Jie. I feel something is wrong with him."

"Yes, sir!"

Gu Jiushang took the spirit stone and left with his wooden crutch.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. Unlike himself, Xu Qingshe was a person with genuine good fortune.

He carries the remnant soul of his Nascent Soul with him, practices ancient miraculous skills, and has a broken magic weapon in his hand before he has even established his foundation.

Moreover, he has a generous personality and has a close relationship with me. I cannot let that old ghost Changsun Jie take advantage of me.

He pondered for a moment and then threw out a green jade talisman.

"We still need to find an opponent for Chang Sun Jie."

After a stick of incense.

The fighting arena in Qingzhi Tower.

Fan Dacheng's blood and energy surged throughout his body, and his physical training in the early stage of foundation building weighed down on him like a heavy mountain.

He began to scold under the admiring and yearning gazes of dozens of Qigong practitioners below the altar.

"You are all cultivators in my Qingzhi Tower, and you are protected by Master Fang Yi, so you don't have to deal with the tasks in the Examination Pavilion.

There is also a spiritual salary in the building, which is to protect the spiritual doctors in the building in the future. This fighting method must not be neglected."

"Ok?"

Fan Dacheng paused for a moment, waved his hand, and the sound transmission talisman fell into his hand.

"Brother Fang is calling me? There's no time to lose."

He waved his hand.

“Today’s match has been postponed.
Xu Heng! "

"exist!"

The burly monk took a step forward. Xu Heng's face was serious, but he was not worried at all.

As Qin Yu's sworn brother, if he succeeded, all his family members would benefit greatly. However, due to his spiritual roots, he was unable to become the disciple of Master Ji.

But he also received a lot of care from Fan Dacheng.

Seeing Xu Heng's calm demeanor, Fan Dacheng nodded slightly, feeling that his efforts were not in vain.

"You will take charge of the rest of the affairs. I have something important to do first."

"Xu Heng obeys!"

Xu Heng bowed and waited until Fan Dacheng left before he straightened up.

A powerful voice came out of his mouth.

"Respected Master Dacheng has issued a decree that today, following the old custom, all of you fellow disciples will compete one-on-one.

Don't worry about your injuries, a doctor has been dispatched to the building and has prepared some medicine."

Qingzhi Tower, in the quiet room.

Fan Dacheng, who was of sturdy build, walked in a hurry. He exchanged glances with Qin Yu, who came here with him, in front of the door, and then they entered the quiet room together.

"Brother Fang, what's the matter with calling me here now?"

"Dacheng, take my token and go to the front line of the beast tide to find Brother Yan Youtai.

He said that my spiritual medical skills have also improved and have made some progress in treating his old injury, so he invited him to come to Qingzhi Tower."

Fang Yi took out a bronze token from his sleeve and handed it to Fan Dacheng.

Then he spoke to Qin Yu.

"Yu'er, I will be in seclusion from today on. If any fellow disciples come to visit me, tell them that I am in seclusion for cultivation.

Please take more care of the matter of Qingzhi Tower.

If anyone doesn't understand, go find fellow Daoist Yang Xuan."

"Yes, disciple obeys."

"Boom!"

Outside the training room, the bluestone gate slowly fell, and the blue spiritual light flowed and turned into a ban.

Qin Yu and Fan Dacheng looked at each other, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes.

Both of them have a close relationship with Fang Yi and can vaguely sense that something bad is about to happen.

Fan Dacheng had some doubts in his heart, but still spoke to comfort him.

"Yu'er, I'm going to the front line of the beast tide. Please take care of Qingzhi Tower.

This is the foundation of our cultivation. No matter what happens, given your Master's temperament, he will definitely be fully prepared.
Don't worry, I've known your master for sixty years, and I've never seen him suffer any loss."

Qin Yu felt slightly relieved after hearing this.

"Uncle Fan, don't worry. I will take good care of Qingzhi Tower."

"Well, in that case, I'll go ahead."

In a quiet room.

Fang Yi watched the golden light rise with his spiritual sense and nodded slightly.

"This is a good opportunity to let Yu'er practice a little.

The Cold Spirit Secret Realm erupted, and the Immortal City was in turmoil. While there was still time, it was a good opportunity to polish this unpolished gem.
I didn’t get this foundation-building pill this way.”

Fang Yi's gaze fell on the two jade bottles floating in front of him. One of them contained the foundation-building pill that Xu Qingshe had been asked to refine.

In order to maximize the quality, five pills could have been made, but now only two are produced.

But one has six dan patterns, and the other has four dan patterns, both are mid-grade foundation-building pills.

"Mid-level Dao foundation."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he passed through the restriction and landed on Qin Yu, who was dressed in a black robe and started to work. "A mid-level Dao foundation can be of great help to me.
There is no danger to your life, Yu'er, let me see how you can handle things."

A few months later.

The lobby of Qingzhi Building.

Qin Yu was dressed in a black robe, with a respectful expression, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Uncle Master Changsun, our master is in seclusion to recuperate, and I'm afraid he won't be free to meet with you now.

How about you leave a token behind, and I will report to you immediately after Master comes out of seclusion."

"Retreat to heal?"

Chang Sun Jie's face looked a little ugly. This was the third time he came to look for Fang Yi, but he was stopped by Qin Yu every time.

"Given Senior Brother Fang's spiritual medical skills, how could he have been in seclusion for such a long time?"

"Uncle Master, the Five Cherry Poison-Repelling Ointment that Master had previously refined is in short supply due to the extermination of the Ming family in Sanling Valley.
The master was trying to create a new second-tier elixir, but while testing it, he was injured by the scorpion venom he extracted.
Right now, I am concocting spiritual poison and brewing new medicine, so I don’t know the exact time I will come out of seclusion.”

Qin Yu spoke sincerely, and he also had some guesses about the Foundation Establishment Master in front of him.

"Scorpion venom?"

Thinking of the Five Poison Cauldron, he used the secret medical method of grafting to extract the spiritual poison from Qian Chuanzi's body.

Chang Sun Jie felt helpless, and his mind went through several changes. Finally, he smiled and spoke politely.

"In that case, I won't force it anymore.

Junior-Junior Brother Qin, please inform Senior Brother Fang as soon as he comes out of seclusion.

I have a wood-type spiritual object in my hand, which should be of great help to the other senior brother."

"Uncle Changsun, don't worry. I will definitely inform you as soon as Master comes out of seclusion."

Qin Yu spoke politely and watched Chang Sun Jie leave silently. After he disappeared around the corner of the street, he waved his sleeves and headed towards the backyard.

The backyard of Qingzhi Building.

An ancient spiritual banner fluttered in the wind, the withered and flourishing demon god was solemn and dignified, with a compassionate expression on his face, his six arms waving, and wisps of spiritual fragrance falling.

"disease!"

Fang Yi raised the Blue Lotus Flag, which transformed into a third-grade blue lotus and wrapped up Yan Youtai.

Fang Yi activated the Green Lotus Secret Method of Medical Science to save people from disasters, and combined it with Yimu's longevity energy to continuously nourish Yan Youtai's foundation.

"Buzz!"

A brilliant spiritual light rose, and the green lotus withered.

Yan Youtai was wearing an eight-diagram robe and a white jade crown on his head. He was surrounded by a faint light and stepped out of the green lotus.

His eyes were dim, and the Bagua disk, a magical artifact of heaven, was rotating in the sea of qi in his dantian.

Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li

"Gen, Dui, Zhen, Xun"

The Bagua runes flickered with light, spying on the energy around Fang Yi.

"Ancient trees grow luxuriantly, the seasons rotate, and a lush, evergreen aura gives rise to the path of longevity cultivation."

Yan Youtai thought about his own lifespan and sighed in his heart.

"If I can't condense the golden elixir, my lifespan will be far less than Fang Yi's.
Unfortunately, with the help of Tian Wu Jue's divination, he has completely disappeared.
Well, let's see how much of my life span I can make up for.

Yan Youtai made up his mind and spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang, your spiritual medical skills have improved greatly.

I wonder how much of my lost vitality and blood can be recovered?"

Fang Yi pondered for a moment.

Looking at Yan Youtai, who has sharp eyebrows, eyes like ink, and is extremely handsome.

The Qi around him was already on the verge of entering the late stage of foundation building, but half of his thick black hair had turned into withered silver threads.

"His lifespan has been shortened again. Is this due to the divination of the beast tide?"

"Brother Yan, this isn't just a loss of vitality, it's a damage to your foundation, shortening your lifespan.

Even if Junior Brother uses all his strength, he can only save 30% of his lifespan."

“30%?!”

Yan Youtai's eyes showed surprise, and he also sought treatment from other spiritual doctors.

But the answer given by the spiritual doctor was only 10% at most.

Thinking of the rich plant energy surrounding Fang Yi, he sighed in his heart.

"My numerous attempts were well worth it. Shou Xiu, who has practiced the art of spiritual medicine, is indeed adept at maintaining health."

Yan Youtai was about to speak and continue asking questions when he saw a young Qigong cultivator hurried into the backyard.

"Master! Master! Disciple has something important to report!"

Fang Yi frowned slightly and started to scold.

"Yu'er, why are you in such a hurry?
Didn't I tell you before that your Master Yan is here and that you shouldn't bother me unless it's something important?"

"It's okay, Junior Brother Qin has always been a good judge of his abilities. An Wen must have something important to tell you when he comes to look for Junior Brother this time.

Junior Brother Fang, please don't be so harsh on Junior Brother Qin."

Yan Youtai was in high spirits when he learned that his life span could be compensated by 30%.

It's rare to speak up for this Qi-cultivating cultivator whom I looked down upon in the past.

Fang Yi's tone softened upon seeing this.

"For the sake of your Uncle Yan, I will not punish you this time.

Tell me what is it that makes you so ignorant of the rules."

“Master, Uncle Changsun Jie is here to visit again.

This is the third time I have visited Qingzhi Pavilion in a few months.

The disciple thought, this

"Who! Changsun Jie!"

Yan Youtai's expression changed, and his aura surged.

A ray of spiritual light appeared in his hand, transforming into the shadow of a monk wearing linen clothes and a mustache.