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

Chapter 360 Threat, Deja Vu

Seeing that the monk, who looked like a withered old corpse, remained silent, Chen Dazhi's arrogance increased even more.

As the second-in-command of the Beast Taming Chen family, he is also Chen Dayong's blood brother.

Even if the master of the Dark Square, the late foundation-building great cultivator Qinghuai, was present, he still had to give him some face.

What’s more, he is just a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

He stroked the black-scaled blood-transforming beast with an ox head and a snake body, and spoke arrogantly.

"What? You, an old corpse half buried in the ground, are you going to refuse me?

Hey, old man, you better think it over carefully. I am not like some losers."

"Moo!"

As if responding to its master, the black-scaled blood beast howled to the sky, and its dull pressure pressed down on Fang Yi without any hesitation.

When Master Huiju saw this, he felt happy, thinking that evildoers need to be punished by evildoers.

Chen Dazhi, who used to be annoying and brainless, now became much more pleasing to the eye.

His white eyes rolled, and a plan came to mind. He started to fan the flames.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, Fellow Daoist Dazhi needs this Soul Sharpening Stone so much.

Why don't you just help him, and he'll give you some spirit stones later, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

"Spiritual stone?"

Fang Yi sneered. With his current wealth, if he could buy the spiritual objects he needed with spirit stones, why would he come to Xiaoyuanling?

As for that mid-grade foundation-building pill, if it weren't for Xu Qingshe, a genius in alchemy, who took action and spent a lot of effort, an ordinary person who has mastered the foundation-building stage would never be able to see one in his entire life.

He put the green soul-sharpening stone into his sleeve, and a cold look swept over him.

"Could it be that you, Daoist Fellow Huiju, are trying to force the sale?

It seems that we, the Foundation Establishment cultivators, should not participate in this secret photo shoot in Xiaoyuanling.
Otherwise, not only will you lose your money, but you will also lose your life and property here."

"you!"

The monk in the gray coffin was choked by this and his face turned black.

Forced buying and selling?

Minor foundation building repairs?

Just now, which old monster relied on his advanced cultivation to bully others and force them to buy such a rare spiritual object as the Purple Essence Marrow.

The dark face of the man on the gray coffin flushed, he was filled with anger and started cursing.

"Shameless old monster!"

“Thank you for the compliment, fellow Daoist!
Hey, I'm just a corpse cultivator, and my business is digging up people's graves and exterminating entire families. How can I have the dignity to do that? "

Fang Yi looked at Master Huiju and Chen Dazhi with a smile. His yellow eyes rolled, and his gaze crawled towards them like a venomous snake.

“However, I am an old man with no teachers above me and no descendants below me, so I don’t care about relatives, friends, or family property.

Fellow Taoists, you won’t mind, right?

If this is the case, fellow Daoists and younger generations, please be careful when you go out.
It is unavoidable that there will be shameless people who will bully the weak with their own strength."

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There was a moment of silence on the bone platform.

The monks looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Although the cultivators who came here to participate in the secret auction could control ghosts, refine souls, and kill people to steal treasures, they were ultimately foundation-building cultivators and had to maintain some dignity.

This is the first time I have seen such a fearless Foundation Establishment Master.

"Hahaha, Brother Corpse Dao is joking."

Chen Dazhi's expression changed and he quickly changed his words.

He has been rampant in Fengling Fairy City for a long time, and even the disciples of the big sects have to give him some face for the sake of his brother.

"Never mind. A real man can bend and stretch. I'll give him a break."

Chen Dazhi narrowed his eyes. After all, he was a foundation-building master, a casual cultivator, and had been a cultivator for hundreds of years and had seen countless people.

He had previously bullied others by taking advantage of his power, but he was just using his brother's name to gain some benefits and help his cultivation. He was not without any wisdom.

Now, he encountered an old monster like Corpse Master who had built his foundation. He had no master, no father, no relatives or friends, no weaknesses, and was extremely terrifying.

He has a second-level mid-grade black-scaled blood-transforming beast by his side, so he doesn't worry about being retaliated against.

But if the Corpse Master bullies the weak and attacks the young Qi-cultivating generation, the newly established Beast Taming Chen Family cannot afford such a loss.

Chen Dazhi suppressed his unhappiness, put on a smile, and surrendered himself in the face of the shocked and unbelievable gaze of the man on the coffin.

"Brother Shidao, please don't mind me. I'm just giving you some advice and I don't mean any harm.

If you don't want to trade the Soul Sharpening Stone, I won't force you.
It's just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, brother, please don't take it to heart."

"That's good."

A hoarse voice sounded, Fang Yi's dim eyes turned, and with a flick of his sleeves, he handed the Foundation Establishment Pill to the hands of the pink-clothed female cultivator.

"My fellow Taoist, we are even now."

"Brother Shi Dao, you are too polite. I am Shudan, and I feel a sense of familiarity with you. I wonder if we can have a private conversation."

Yu Shudan quickly put the foundation-building pill into the brocade bag on her chest.

She had a faint scent of powder, twisted her waist, and intentionally or unintentionally squeezed out a snow-white groove, and moved towards Fang Yi.

"No need for that. I only drink new tea and aged tea. Fellow Daoist Yu, you should find someone else who is destined to be with you."

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows, and looked at the graceful and charming female cultivator in pink with a strange and meaningful look.

"This pure yang energy, hey, it's fate."

"New tea? Old tea? What do you mean, Brother Shidao?"

Yu Shudan was shocked all over, feeling as if she was not wearing a robe, and her whole body was seen through by this strange gaze.

He quickly took a few steps back, secretly frightened, and muttered to himself.

'What did this old monster discover?
No, with the Sect Master covering up for him, how could a mere corpse-refining old monster see through it?'

Yu Shudan suppressed her panic.

"Since Brother Shi Dao has no intention, I will not force you."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, and for the sake of their old friend, he didn't pursue the matter any further. After all, that old friend was quite a troublesome person.
One day later.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Master Gray Coffin activated the token, a pale spiritual light bloomed, a gloomy aura filled the air, and the bone platform sank into Xiaoyuan Ridge.

"My fellow Taoists, this secret auction is over. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again next time."

"This white bone platform is the core of the Xiaoyuanling formation. It seems that we need an insider."

While Fang Yi was communicating with the Seven Rings in the spirit pet bag, he lowered his eyes, searching for a reliable chess piece.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Rays of light of various colors flew up. Whether they were foundation-building masters or Qi-cultivating cultivators, they all used their own methods to quickly leave Xiaoyuanling.

Although the secret auction has a full range of spiritual items, the prices are quite cheap.

But after all, it is presided over by the demonic forces, and when some benefits are gained, some disadvantages will be brought.

The most dangerous time will come after the auction.

Xiaoyuanling is located in the wilderness, and most of the people participating in the auction are evil spirits.

As the host, after losing the suppression of the great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage, killing people for treasures and killing each other became the norm.

"Boom!"

A few miles away from Xiaoyuanling, a pink light shot up into the sky.

"Despicable! Chen Dazhi, don't you care about the reputation of the Beastmaster Chen family?"

"face?"

Chen Dazhi smiled coldly and raised a dark token. At the same time, the black-scaled blood beast, with demonic energy surging all over its body, pounced towards Yu Shudan.

"My Beast Taming Chen family is upholding justice, and this is upright and aboveboard. This witch deserves death!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and his eyes fell on Bai Shijiu who was in a corner of the market town.

He pondered for a moment, then shot out a gray light from his hand silently.

One day later.

A gray light streaked through the air.

'Well, the ghost is still there.'

The escaping light dissipated, Fang Yi's face froze, the corpse energy around him surged, and he looked behind him.

"Huh? Fellow Daoist Chen, you've been following me for so long, are you trying to find my lair?"

"Old man, since you have discovered me, I will not be polite.
Hand over the Soul Sharpening Stone, otherwise..."

Chen Dazhi's face was grim as he slowly showed up and slapped his storage bag.

"Moo!"

A black-scaled blood beast with an ox head, a snake body and armored scales rushed out.

"Old man, this Soul Stone can refine the soul, it is a spiritual object of the soul path. With this treasure, I have a chance to break through to the middle stage of foundation building.

"Old Ghost, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not letting go."

"Chen Dazhi, are you so sure you can defeat me?"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the southwest corner, and his expression was strange.

"Fellow Daoist, please think carefully. If you fail, your Chen family will never have peace."

"peaceful?"

Chen Dazhi sneered, raised a bronze token with black light flowing on it, and slapped it towards Fang Yi.

“Hey, now that it’s come to this, I’ll tell you, old man.

That mid-grade foundation-building pill has fallen into my hands. With this treasure, my eldest brother's descendants will be able to advance to the foundation-building stage.

As for the remaining Qi-cultivating cultivators, they were merely blood relatives with no chance of building a foundation, so if they died, they died.
Besides, you don't have much time left, old man? If you can escape and ascend to heaven, then let's talk about other things."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, it seems that all the Foundation Establishment Masters in Xiaoyuan Ridge have underestimated you.

Cruel and ruthless, cold-blooded and merciless, he is a good material for a demonic cultivator."

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered as he activated his magic power, and his robe rustled.

Lingsang's brocade robe glowed with spiritual light and turned into thousands of ancient vines, winding and twisting, forming a large green net, which blocked the bronze token.

At the same time, gray corpse gas gushed out from his sleeves and turned into a large hand with distinct joints.

"Boom!"

Two gray corpse hands, surrounded by emerald green fire, slapped the black-scaled blood beast.

"Moo!"

The black-scaled blood-transforming beast with an ox head and a snake body roared towards the sky, and the black evil spirit gathered and turned into armor, protecting itself tightly.

Seeing that the Yin corpse's hand had returned empty-handed, Chen Dazhi felt relieved and immediately spoke wildly.

"Old Corpse Ghost, show me your arrogance! A mere Yin Corpse Handprint can't do anything to my spirit pet.
If you continue like this, you will die here.
Where is your refined corpse?"

Chen Dazhi's eyes rolled, and he immediately summoned his magic power and slapped his storage bag.

"call out!"

A ray of spiritual light shot out and turned into a ten-foot-long picture of hundreds of beasts embroidered with a red tiger, a black panther, a magpie, and a black snake. It exuded a strong demonic aura and slowly unfolded.

"Old man, so you were just bluffing in Xiaoyuanling?
I almost got tricked by you, a corpse cultivator, but you don't even have a single corpse to refine."

Chen Dazhi looked angry. This pretentious old man actually got the Soul Sharpening Stone, which hindered his own practice of "The Book of the Hundred Beasts".

"Go to hell!"

The mysterious and spiritual picture of hundreds of beasts embroidered with a red tiger, a black panther, a magpie, and a black snake shook.

One after another, the demon souls, with their fangs bared and claws spitting out demonic mist, pounced towards Fang Yi to kill him.

"Oh?"

A spiritual light flowed under Fang Yi's boots, and he appeared several feet away.

His eyes were deep, feeling the looming vitality of the transformation of heaven and man, and he smiled strangely.

"Dazhi Daoyou, your creditor has come to your door."

(End of this chapter)