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

Chapter 382: Transaction, Cultivation Breakthrough

Fang Yi shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Wuhui has misunderstood. I am also motivated by the market's profits. We are simply collaborating for a win-win situation."

Li Wuhui saw that Fang Yi was very thorough and could not find out the reason. He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Zheng Qi, the Ghost-Headed Knife Master, is only in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. With her skills and cultivation, it is not difficult for her to get rid of those who are in the upper Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Old Ghost Fang, give me the news about Zheng Qi."

Li Wuhui knew clearly that the old monster in front of him always planned before taking action. Since he had set his sights on Zheng Qi, he must have a lot of information in his hands.

"This matter is simple. Fellow Daoist Wuhui, please take a look at this scroll."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Zheng Qi has been practicing for hundreds of years and has made many moves to plunder spiritual creatures. Over time, it is inevitable that some creatures will slip through the net.

Xiaoyuanling is not far from Wulong Mountain. It is not difficult to gain his confidence by paying some spiritual objects in the dark market.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green light flew out and landed on the scroll with Zheng Qi's face painted on it.

Ink marks moved like dragons and snakes, and fine words emerged. Zheng Qi's cultivation, magic weapons, and power were marked on the scroll one by one.
"Fellow Daoist Wuhui, this Zheng Qi is a casual cultivator. Although he has advanced to the middle stage of foundation building, his foundation is not deep.
The only concern was his natal magical weapon, the Ghost Head Knife. This top-grade magical weapon had been infused with the souls of many cultivators.
In addition, he also refined a Yin Sha Spiritual Flame, which was a second-level spiritual flame with extraordinary power.

I heard that he had just established his Dao foundation when he used the Yin Sha Spiritual Flame to refine and kill a second-level demon beast."

Fang Yi warned solemnly.

“Although it may be a bit presumptuous, please leave the Ghost Head Knife and Yin Sha Fire behind when you kill Zheng Qi.

The alchemist who refined the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill is quite interested in this."

Li Wuhui suddenly realized, narrowed his eyes, and spoke.

“It seems that fellow Daoist is eyeing Zheng Qi’s spiritual flame magic weapon. No wonder there are nearly ten foundation-building cultivators in Wulong Mountain.

There are those with higher cultivation, and those with greater reputation, but they chose Zheng Qi, who is neither good nor bad."

Fang Yi pointed at the topographic map floating in the air and began to explain.

"Killing a mid-stage foundation building cultivator is enough.

If we are too strong and kill several foundation-building cultivators in a row, it will arouse the vigilance of the other two families.

"Then Master Chunyue and Lady Hua from Changlefang will most likely move closer to the Beast Taming Chen family."

"Okay, let's do as you say, Fellow Daoist Fang.

In one year at most, I will take Zheng Qi's life for you. I will also bring the Ghost Head Knife and the Yin Sha Spirit Flame back to the market.

But if you don't have the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill afterwards, don't blame me for turning against you."

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Xiaoyuanling Market is right here, and I can't run away. How could I lose the big picture for the small?"

Fang Yi spoke sincerely. One of the ghost-head knife and the Yin Sha Lingyan was the reward for Xu Qingshe's help.

"Okay, it's a deal. I'll have to ask Fellow Daoist Fang to take care of my men."

Li Wuhui thought about Yu Shudan and spoke.

"We have been discussing this. Two shops in the market are mine. Since Madam Hua has escaped, the Drunken Dream Pavilion will be mine."

"Just a little thing."

Fang Yi nodded in agreement, and recalled the vital energy that was taken from Yu Shudan when she was rescued, and seemed to be lost in thought.

"Yu Shudan wants to practice the art of Cai Bu? After being Cai Bu replenished with Yuan Yin, she wants to Cai Bu replenish Yin?"
He's quite ruthless, and a good candidate.'

When Li Wuhui saw Fang Yi agreed, his crimson robe fluttered, and after throwing out a jade talisman, he turned into a beam of light and left.

Seeing this deep look in his eyes, Fang Yi thought about the use of Xuanyang Huasheng Pill.

He was certain in his heart that Li Wuhui had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and urgently needed the Xuanyang Huasheng Pill to break through the bottleneck.

'Start to comprehend the true meaning?
The cultivators who practiced the "Great Method of Transformation of Heaven and Man" and forged a superior foundation of Taoism were indeed no ordinary people.

Fang Yi's eyes were slightly sharp, and his gaze fell on the small cave in the Dantian Qi Sea and the Withered and Flourishing Banner.

The gurgling Yin energy turned into an undercurrent, flowing underground. Yin dragons, ghost rats, residual souls of the foundation-building stage, and thousands of Yin souls were fighting each other.

"The twelve magical prohibitions of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner have been completed, transforming into a treasure prohibition.

If I want to survive the catastrophe of magic weapons, in addition to condensing my golden elixir, deepening my foundation and refining the acquired spiritual land is also a way.

That ghost-head knife was refined with the souls of at least three second-level, low-grade demon beasts. Obtaining this treasure is also a great benefit."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a ray of spiritual light fell on the ink scroll. The emerald green spiritual light flowed and turned into a book-like magical instrument, a jade scroll.

This green jade booklet is now a mid-grade magic weapon, recording the information about cultivators that Fang Yi has collected since he started practicing medicine.

Unfortunately, this Ghost Head Knife Zheng Qi changed his appearance and came to Qingzhi Pavilion to extract the evil spirit.

"crash"

Fang Yi pointed his finger and the book flipped, the information of Hua Niangzi and Chen Ju was printed in it, and the book became thicker.

one year later.

In the caves of Xiaoyuanling market town, moss spreads and flowers bloom.

The green mist rolled around, surrounding a handsome monk with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a graceful figure.

The banners of withering and flourishing in the ruins are swaying, and the vitality of Yi wood is falling like a waterfall.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, and with each breath he inhaled and exhaled, he continuously refined the Yimu Longevity Energy into magic power.

"Hurrah!"

The shadow of a large tung tree appeared behind him, with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.

"change!"

Fang Yi formed the seal of withering and flourishing with his hands, and the lush vitality was restrained, and wisps of withered energy dissipated from his limbs and bones.

As the decaying energy dissipated, all the flowers in the cave withered and the moss turned to ashes.

Fang Yi's eyes were tightly closed, his flesh and blood were withered, and fine and dense wrinkles appeared from his temples.

His complexion also turned dark, and his vitality was like a candle in the wind, fluctuating.

"Hmph!"

Qijie no longer had his usual relaxed composure; his aura was serious, the medicinal power flowing in and out. The Wu Earth Treasure Gourd gushed out spiritual sand, and the shadowy mountains of the Sand River Map materialized.

The two magical instruments were connected to each other, three rock pillars rose into the sky, and ancient and heavy runes appeared.

He used all his strength to activate the yellow sand formation, and the yellow sand flew around. The gray small space of the formation completely concealed and suppressed Fang Yi's changing aura.

Avoid letting the monks in the market discover the flaw.

"Hurrah!"

The shadow of the large cypress tree behind Fang Yi swayed, its branches and leaves withered, and it was no longer alive. Yellow-brown stripes spread across the ancient tree.

His magical aura also fell to a low point, and a bit of tenacious vitality appeared from the Dantian Qi sea three inches below the navel.

"Withering and flourishing. Life and death?"

His breath continued to rise from death to life, his face became rosy and lustrous, his wrinkles faded, and his flesh became fuller.

This cycle repeats itself, with the Qi going from strong to weak, from withered to flourishing, thus unfolding the changes of life and death, withering and flourishing.

Three days later.

Fang Yi slowly opened his eyes, and a three-foot-long ray of light shot out from his eyes.

"At the fifth level of foundation building, there is enough Yimu Longevity to help, and the speed of cultivation is greatly improved.

In this way, you will be one step closer to condensing the golden elixir and completely recovering your previous life’s cultivation.”

Fang Yi's eyes turned and fell on the stone surface in the cave that was used to spy on the market.

Seeing that everything in the market was the same as before, with only a few people around, he spoke.

"Xiao Qi, did Li Wuhui come to visit me during my retreat?"

"Hmph!"

When the silver-white little beast saw Fang Yi's breakthrough in cultivation, he breathed a sigh of relief and his expression relaxed.

The magic power turned into a cotton-like spiritual cloud, lifting it up, and then stuffed a black rock banana into its mouth, speaking vaguely.

"Hmph. Hmph."

"You haven't come to visit me yet? After a year, Zheng Qi hasn't been captured and killed yet?"

Fang Yi was a little confused. Zheng Qi from Wulong Mountain was only at the fourth or fifth level of foundation building.

With Li Wuhui's cultivation level at the sixth level of foundation building, it wouldn't be easy, but it would at most require some effort. How could it take a year?

He slapped his storage bag, and a sound transmission jade talisman flew out, and the magic formula at his fingertips changed.

"go with!"

Li Wuhui's aura fell on the jade talisman.

The jade talisman was wrapped in gray mist and turned into a thumb-sized skull. It laughed strangely a few times and flew out of the cave silently.

"Use this skull voice transmission method to send a message. If Zheng Qi's matter really turns out to be unexpected, we will replace him with a Foundation Establishment cultivator to establish his authority."

Fang Yi knew that the most important thing in the Xiaoyuanling dark market was reputation.

With a great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage in charge and long-term accumulation, many calamity cultivators and demon cultivators dared to come here to sell the stolen goods.

If the monks who sell stolen goods in the dark market continue to leave, no matter what happens next, the remaining spiritual objects of the several families that were exterminated will be dealt with.

Or if you purchase spiritual materials, the benefits will be greatly reduced.

"Never mind. Once I've solidified my foundation building skills at the fifth level, I'll go there myself."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his magic power was activated, constantly refining Yimu's longevity energy and turning it into cultivation.

One month later.

In the Xiaoyuanling cave, Fang Yi's body was changing from withering to flourishing, like a towering ancient tree, evolving through the four seasons.

The shadow of a hexagonal cold plum blossomed faintly in his eyes, and the magic gestures on his fingertips changed, using the [Plum Blossom Divination] to divine the whereabouts of Li Wuhui.

An hour later, a look of helplessness appeared on his handsome face.

"With Li Wuhui's cultivation level, the top level of the first-order divination cultivation level, it is still too low. He has not even detected the slightest bit of Qi."

"Ok?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and a ray of spiritual light shot out, revealing a three-foot-long gap in the gray formation in the cave.

A red jade talisman fell into his hands.

“Trouble
Although Zheng Qi was seriously injured, he was rescued by a foundation-building cultivator?
Does Zheng Qi have such a strong backer?"

After examining the jade talisman sent by Li Wuhui, Fang Yi frowned even more tightly.

He reached out and grabbed the silver-white little beast that was gnawing on the spiritual fruit into his arms.

Immediately, Qi began to flow throughout his body, with a dim yellow Qi lingering around him. Wrinkles appeared on his face, and a faint corpse aura was visible, transforming him into an old monk.

"This is?"

Fang Yi was just about to transform into a beam of light to escape when a pale beam of light shot up into the sky from a cave.

"Forging the foundation of the Dao, evolving the Dharma platform, which direction is this in? Bai Nineteen?"
The younger generation did have some luck, and a low-grade foundation-building pill was enough to build the foundation of Taoism.

This is just right, Bai Shijiu is the chief disciple of the Yin Gu Sect.

Considering the life span of a foundation-building cultivator of four centuries, and the fact that he can manage the Xiaoyuanling dark market, it will take at least two hundred years."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, spiritual light emerged, and he used the skull sound transmission method to transmit a message to Bai Shijiu.

"Xiao Qi, let's go and see who is trying to stop me from establishing my authority."

The silver-white little beast activated its demonic power, and a topaz-colored spiritual light enveloped the two of them. It used the earth escape technique to escape into the underground cave.

Wulong Mountain, Heisha Peak.

A young monk wearing a ghost-devouring robe and a black jade crown on his head had a lustful look on his face.

"Zheng Laoqi, how did you become enemies with that fairy? Tell me everything."

(End of this chapter)