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

Chapter 381 Illusion, No Regrets Falling into the Trap

Fang Yi smiled and did not refute. After that, Xiaoyuanling was suppressed by Li Wuhui and assisted in its management by Sanhai.

He changed the fingertip magic in his sleeve and stopped the wood magic [Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers].

After this incident, the two groups of monks became enemies, and we can be more assured about the affairs of this market from now on.

"Friend Li, it's all just a misunderstanding, why take it to heart?"

Fang Yi's eyes turned and he looked at Sanhai and scolded him.

"San Hai, why don't you apologize to Fellow Daoist Yu?"

Master Sanhai looked confused.

Although he didn't know why he was so impulsive, he was so rampant in front of a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and an old demon in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

But the matter was done, so he immediately made amends, bowed and spoke sincerely.

"San Hai's words slipped, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Yu!"

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The roof of the bone building was quiet.

Li Wuhui and Fang Yi looked at each other and then spoke.

"Danshu!"

Yu Shudan looked grim, but she finally bowed and spoke.

"Ignorance is not a crime, but I have a life-and-death feud with the Chen family. I hope that fellow Daoist Sanhai will remember this and not let it happen again."

"San Hai remembers this."

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly and spoke.

"San Hai, Fellow Daoist Yu has just arrived. Please take him for a stroll in the market."

"Shudan, go to the market with fellow Daoist Sanhai to buy some spiritual items. Let's prepare for the arrival of our fellow disciples from Xiaoyang Mountain."

Li Wuhui also spoke.

Seeing that the two had important matters to discuss, Sanhai and Yu Shudan each bowed and left.

"Uncle Master, I'm leaving now."

"Sir, Shudan goes ahead."

A quarter of an hour later.

Seeing the two of them going away, Fang Yi flicked his fingertips and the dark wood species fell to the ground.

"Crack!"

In the blink of an eye, the wood seeds took root and sprouted, and the lush green vines stretched out, turning into an ancient octagonal pavilion.

"Fellow Taoist, please."

Fang Yi took a step forward and sat on the rattan chair in the octagonal pavilion. He then took out a set of tea sets carved from cold jade from his storage bag.

Ku Rong's magic power surged and a ray of emerald green spiritual fire enveloped the jade pot.

"Gulu."

After a stick of incense, wisps of steam rose, and Fang Yi picked up the jade pot to brew the tender buds in the glass cup.

Fang Yi reached out and handed over a cup of spiritual tea.

"Fellow Daoist Wuhui, if this second-level spiritual tea, Snow Jade Bud, hadn't been given to me by a good friend, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy it."

"Xue Yuya?"

Li Wuhui's movement of raising his hand paused slightly, and then he quickly covered it up.

She picked up the jade cup and took a sip, her eyes a little blurry, not knowing what she was recalling.

After a while, a sigh containing a variety of emotions sounded slowly in the octagonal pavilion.

"The cold spring water from Xuanyang Mountain's Bingpo Peak contains snow jade buds that appear only every thirty years. It's been sixty years since I've tasted them."

Li Wuhui sighed inwardly.

"I wonder what Han Jing's current situation is."

"Senior Sister Han Jing has now advanced to the late stage of foundation building and is highly regarded by True Man Jiuhan.

However, although Senior Sister has many admirers, she is quite eccentric and still practices alone until now."

Fang Yi sipped the spiritual tea, as if he could see through what Li Wuhui was thinking, and suddenly spoke.

Li Wuhui looked at Fang Yi deeply and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please send San Hai and Yu Shudan away. If you have something to say, speak directly. There's no need to beat around the bush.

However, I am curious, why did the Three Bones Master call you "Uncle Master"? Could it be that you are a cultivator from the White Bone Sect, just like that old Yin Bone monster?

"Fellow Daoist Yin Gu is in seclusion to recuperate, and I am entrusted with full responsibility for the affairs of Xiaoyuanling Market."

"I see? I thought Yin Gu was secretly murdered by fellow Daoist?"

Li Wuhui stretched out his slender hand, picked up the jade pot, and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea.

This snow jade bud nourishes the soul and harmonizes the internal energy. Even back then, she had never tasted much of it.

"In the eyes of Daoist Fellow Wuhui, am I this kind of person?"

"Is it not?"

Li Wuhui rolled his eyes at Fang Yi and then sneered.

"Old Monster Fang, be frank, we know each other well."

Fang Yi choked, took out a bronze token from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Li Wuhui.

"This is the control token for the Fangshi Guardian Formation. I'm handing it over to you, fellow Daoist. I wonder how long it will take you to break through to the late Foundation Establishment stage?"

"If I can gather all the spiritual objects I need, it will take about five years."

Li Wuhui took the token, and with the help of his magic power, he had refined the token in just a few breaths.

"Five years?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he spoke.

"After the breakthrough, if the time is right, could you please send a cultivator on his way?"

"Oh?"

A hint of interest appeared on Li Wuhui's face, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Which unlucky monk could survive until now after being targeted by an old ghost like you?"

"We can talk about this matter again after you have a breakthrough," Fang Yi received a message from Gu Jiushang a few days ago.

Luo Shengyi was entangled with Changsun Jie, and as expected, he was seriously injured by a monster in the Hanling Secret Realm.

In this way, Luo Shengyi was seriously injured and Wei Jiuxiao could not stay for long.

"Boring!"

Li Wuhui said
“Let’s talk about the reward, Old Ghost Fang, no matter who you’re going to attack.

The price I paid was not low."

"A furnace of Xuanyang Huasheng Pills."

Fang Yi was confident. He also had a copy of "The Great Method of Heavenly Transformation" in his hand. He knew exactly what Li Wuhui needed.

"Xuan Yang Hua Sheng Dan? How did you know about this?"

Li Wuhui's expression changed slightly, and the sunflower needle emitted a faint cold light. After a while, she shook her head and put the sunflower needle away.

"Old Ghost Fang, I never thought you were also interested in the 'Great Method of Heavenly Transformation'. In this way, we can be considered fellow Taoists."

“Heh, the [Great Method of Heavenly Transformation] was passed down to the ancient Sunflower Ancestor. Its original intention was to comprehend the changes of yin and yang through the transformation of men and women.

From Yang to Yin, and then back to Yang, the cycle of Yin and Yang sharpens the heart of Taoism.
Fellow Daoist Wuhui, do you really think of yourself as a woman?"

Fang Yi's voice was calm, but it sounded like a thunder in Li Wuhui's ears.

"Yin and Yang change, but the heart of Tao remains unchanged"

Li Wuhui murmured, the energy in his body kept rising and falling, and there seemed to be something different in the feminine feeling of his whole body.

After a stick of incense, he calmed down, looked solemn, and bowed.

"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Fang. I have gone astray, and I owe you a favor this time.

Don't worry, fellow Daoist, when you break through to the late stage of foundation building, tell me the name of that cultivator and I will do my best to ensure that nothing is left behind."

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Li."

Fang Yi smiled slightly. He has always been a pragmatist.

Although he has some grudges with Li Wuhui, the difference in their fighting power is not that big, and neither of them can do anything to the other.

In this case, it would be better to make good use of Li Wuhui, the most top-notch cultivator among the foundation-building masters.

"As for the matters concerning the cultivators, we can discuss other matters after you achieve a breakthrough.

The most important thing now is that the news of Qinghuai's death has spread. The loss of a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building will have a significant impact on Xiaoyuanfang Market.

If we don't build our reputation again, the number of cultivators coming to the market will surely decrease, and our profits will surely drop significantly."

"What do fellow Taoists mean?"

Li Wuhui had a vague guess in his mind that the benefits offered by this old ghost were really hot to the touch.

"Establish your authority!"

Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered, his magic power surged, and the five-colored mist gathered into a topographic map.

With a touch of the fingertip, three red dots appeared on the topographic map.
“These three places are Changlefang run by the cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, the Beast Taming House opened by the Beast Taming Chen family, and Wulong Mountain where the robbery cultivators gather.

Although the monks of the Hehuan Sect are good at fighting, they are still inferior in terms of cultivation and fighting skills.

Master Chunyue, who is in charge of Changlefang and has reached the middle stage of foundation building, now has a beautiful lady escaped.

Changlefang is backed by the Hehuan Sect, and there are two mid-stage foundation-building cultivators in the market, so it is not easy to attack."

Fang Yi moved his fingertips, skipped over the Chen family, a beast tamer who was in the late foundation building stage, and landed on the phantom of a mountain.

“Wulong Mountain is the largest gathering place for Tribulation Cultivators in Fengling Immortal City, but it is a mixed bag.

There are nearly ten well-known foundation-building cultivators. These cultivators are quite clever and never provoke cultivators from larger sects.
Therefore, there is more freedom.”

Li Wuhui glanced at the three forces, his eyes thoughtful.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, what you mean is that you and I should work together to establish our authority in Wulong Mountain?"

"It's not me, it's Fellow Daoist Wuhui. You can do it alone."

“Only me?
Those are nearly ten well-known foundation-building cultivators who are good at fighting.

Only if Fellow Daoist Fang and I, together with Fellow Daoist Yin Gu, can we have a chance of eradicating it."

Li Wuhui's face looked grim. If Fang Yi really wanted to risk his life with just a little advice, he would immediately turn hostile.

Although the [Heavenly Transformation Method] is an extremely fast escape technique, it is not meant for thrills.

"It's not more than ten people who are Foundation Establishment Masters, it's just one Foundation Establishment Master."

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a scroll flew out and hovered in the air.

The ink painting scroll slowly unfolded, and a bearded man with a cross-shaped scar on his face appeared.

After spying on Xiaoyuanling Market for a long time, Fang Yi naturally had a plan in mind. He knew that there were several forces involved in the development of the area around the market.

With its back to the Xuanyang Mountain Examination Pavilion, it would cost a little, so naturally there would be cultivators to investigate.

"This scarred Zheng Qi, nicknamed Ghost-Head Knife, is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and ranks among the top cultivators in Wulong Mountain.

As long as fellow Taoist kills it, the reputation of Xiaoyuanling Dark Market will surely shock the world again.

By then, whether it is the spiritual stones or spiritual objects, or the spiritual objects for refining the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill that Daoyou needs, there will be no problem. "

Fang Yi skillfully painted a big picture. With the temptation of Xuanyang Huasheng Pill, Zheng Qi was only at the middle stage of foundation building.

Li Wuhui has always been arrogant, and he would never refuse a cultivator of the same level of cultivation.

Sure enough, Li Wuhui frowned slightly but did not directly refuse.

"Old Ghost Fang, this Xuanyang Huasheng Pill is a second-grade, top-grade elixir. It is very difficult to refine. Even in Xuanyang Mountain, there are only a few alchemists who can refine it.

Although you have mastered the art of spiritual medicine, the difference between spiritual medicine and alchemy is huge. Could it be that you are also an alchemist?"

"Of course I'm not an alchemist."

Fang Yi took out a white jade bottle from his storage bag.

The jade bottle tilted, and a foundation-building pill the size of a longan with six dan patterns on it emerged.

“A mid-grade foundation-building pill, to refine a six-patterned foundation-building pill, one must be at least a second-rank, upper-grade alchemist.

As long as there are enough spiritual materials, it should not be difficult to refine the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill.

but"

"Fang Laogui, you are very calculating. But what? If you have something to say, just speak frankly."

Li Wuhui gritted his teeth, knowing that he had fallen into Fang Yi's trap.

(End of this chapter)