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

Chapter 388: The matter is over, sacrifice to the corpse

"But Junior Brother, I'm afraid it's difficult to explain to the sect about the matter of Qing Huai, Hei Xin, and Hui Ju..."

Master Youhen wanted to say something but stopped himself, as he was very concerned about the True Man Yingu in Xiaoyuanling.

"This is indeed a difficult matter..."

Master Yinling looked a little solemn.

Jindan Zhenren is already the most powerful figure in Dayun Kingdom. He lives for 500 years and stirs up the situation in a region, deciding the rise and fall of various forces.

Even if it was a fake Dan Zhenren, he couldn't deal with it.

"Forget it, Senior Brother Youhen, I remember there was another person called Sanhai who was in charge of the foundation-building in Xiaoyuanling..."

"Three skeletons?"

A strange look appeared on Master Youhen's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing Master Youhen's strange expression, Yin Ling's heart skipped a beat.
"Brother, could it be that these three bones also have another secret?

If that’s the case, we’ll immediately return to the White Bone Gate to avoid getting sucked into this muddy pond…”

"Junior brother, you misunderstood. It was me who remembered something from the past."

Master Youhen smiled slightly and began to explain.

"This Junior Brother Sanhai established his foundation at the same time as me, but he provoked Senior Sister Youji and unexpectedly ended up in Xiaoyuan Market..."

"Provoking Senior Sister Youji?"

Master Yin Ling's eyes widened slightly, and he spoke in astonishment. "But is it Senior Sister You Ji, who is known as the White Bone Dragon Elephant in the sect and is the best in body training?
This Junior Brother Sanbi has a good appetite."

You Heng spoke with a hint of pride. "Besides that one, is there any other female cultivator in the sect whom I could call my Senior Sister?"

In the White Bone Building, the Ruins of the World's Withered and Flourishing Banner fluttered behind Fang Yi, and wisps of yin and ghostly energy turned into rolling clouds and mist.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, and he could sense Youhen and Yinling walking towards Zuimeng Pavilion with alert expressions on their faces.

"A second-grade, top-grade demon beast. The fact that Yin Ling and You Hen retreated so easily that day was definitely a scam."

Fang Yi shook his head, confirming his own guess. Although True Man Chi Ming's cultivation was not as good as True Man Jiuqu from Fengling County.

But after all, he is a real person who condensed the golden elixir and survived the catastrophe of forming the elixir. As the only heir who has the hope of inheriting his mantle, how could Master Yinling not have any trump card?

Although there may not be any magic weapon given, there must be another trump card.

"And that Youhen, he's full of spirit. He probably had some hidden cards in his fight with Li Wuhui that day."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. He slapped his storage bag and a gray light flew out, turning into a jade talisman.

"go with!"

His lips moved, and after conveying the latest information about Yin Ling and You Hen, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the jade talisman for transmitting sound became almost invisible and flew out of the market.

"A cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and a cultivator in the middle Foundation Establishment stage, but they brought with them a second-order, top-grade demon beast.

The spirit of the White Bone Sect is still just greed."

In Xiaoyuanling and Zuimeng Pavilion, the air is filled with the faint scent of cosmetics and the sound of soft music echoes.

Dozens of graceful ladies in translucent gauze clothes sang and danced gracefully on the three-story jade platform.

"Good! Good! Good!"

In a private room, Master Sanhai squinted his eyes, leaned in the arms of a plump female cultivator, and put his hands under her skirt.

Feeling the warm touch, he drank a glass of amber wine and spoke comfortably.

“This is the life I should be living.”

"Oh, Junior Brother Sanhai, you're feeling very comfortable. But if Senior Sister Youji knew you were in this market, I wonder what would happen."

A deep voice came from outside the box. Master Youhen pushed open the wooden door, looked at the plump female cultivator, and spoke slowly.

Master Sanhai's magic power flowed, and a dagger magic weapon appeared in his hand. He was about to get angry, but was locked by the aura of a cultivator in the late foundation building stage.

"Senior Brother Youhen?"

"Hey, Junior Brother, you remember me." Youhen glanced at the half-naked plump monk and spoke with a smile.

"Junior Brother Sanhai, I haven't seen you in sixty years, and your taste is still so unique."

"Hehe, Senior Brother, you know me. I have no hope in my path, and this is the only little hobby I have."

Putting the dagger into his sleeve, Master Sanhai forced a smile on his face.

"I wonder what's the important matter that Senior Brother is looking for me for? I will certainly tell you everything I know."

"Clap!"

Youhen flicked his long sleeves, a gust of cold wind blew, and the door of the wing room closed.

"San Hai, I won't waste my words with you. When did the three junior brothers Qing Huai, Hei Xin, and Hui Ju disappear from the Xiao Yuan Ling market?
Do you have any clues about the person who attacked the three brothers?"

"This..." Sanhai's expression froze, and then he spoke.

"Young Master Hei Xin was probably killed by Yu Shutai, the man known as the Mountain Master, from Wulong Mountain.

Senior Brothers Qinghuai and Huiju intend to sacrifice a wood spirit to hunt monsters and never return."

Master Youhen and Master Yinling looked at each other and knew that there must be something fishy.

Yu Shutai, the foundation-building cultivator from Wulong Mountain, had no grudge against Hei Xin, so why would he attack Hei Xin?

One of the main materials for refining the wood spirit is the second-grade, top-grade spirit bones of monsters.

But with Qinghuai's cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, and the help of Huiju in the middle stage of foundation building, at most the monster would escape. How could they both die and lose their lives?

But both of them were unwilling to delve into the matter. Once they did, they might come into conflict with the fake Dan Zhenren who suddenly appeared.

Master Youhen was able to cultivate to the eighth level of foundation building and was ready to condense the golden elixir, so he was naturally not a simple-minded person.

As a Jindan master, Master Yinling knows very well what kind of combat power a fake Dan master holding a magic weapon has.

After all, the deceased cultivator had no relationship with the two, nor any vested interests, so an explanation to the sect would suffice. Killing Master Qing Huai was, for the White Bone Sect cultivators at the foundation-building stage, a case of fratricide.

But for a Jindan Zhenren, Master Qinghuai had offended the majesty of heaven and deserved death.

Master Yinling took out a gray-white scroll from his storage bag, and with the power flowing through his fingertips, he recorded what Sanhai said.

"Junior Brother San Hai, leave your mark. I will report this matter to the sect."

"Okay!" Master Sanhai secretly moved his hands and left a mark of a white bone vajra on the gray scroll with a quick movement.

Master Yinling put the scroll away with satisfaction, and then his magic power was absorbed and the water vapor condensed, transforming into a beautiful female cultivator with white hair draped over her shoulders, a fluttering scarlet robe, and a golden needle in her hand.

"Junior Brother Sanhai, you have been cultivating in Xiaoyuan Ridge for a long time and have seen a lot. Do you recognize this female cultivator?"

"Who is this? Does he have any grudge against me?" Sanhai Shangren looked puzzled and didn't understand what he meant.

"I have never seen this female cultivator before."

"You really haven't seen it?" Master Youhen took a step forward and asked with a serious expression.

"Junior Brother Sanhai, this female cultivator has robbed a number of spiritual objects from our sect.

The Prison Hall of the sect is offering a special reward. Anyone who can find information about this female cultivator will be given a top-grade magical instrument."

Youhen slapped his storage bag, and a white bone fork flew out and hovered in the air, inhaling and exhaling Yin Qi.

"Junior brother, if you have any news, I will give you this Yin-Swallowing Bone Fork."

"A top-grade magic weapon?!" Master Sanhai stretched out his hands and gently stroked the back of the white bone fork.

After a while, a ray of spiritual light flew out from his sleeve and pushed the bone fork back in front of Master Youhen.

He looked at the white bone fork reluctantly and spoke reluctantly.

"Brother Youhen, I really didn't know this female cultivator. A female cultivator with such beauty, I will never forget her after meeting her once."

"Is that so?"

Master Yinling was a little disappointed. Li Wuhui's yin energy was extremely abundant, and it attracted the Netherworld Bone Banner.

If I can use the secret method in [Zhu Yan's White Bone Temple] to refine a corpse princess, I can then ask Master Chi Ming for help.

He was 80% sure that he could refine a quasi-magic weapon before breaking through to the Jindan realm.

"Forget it. Brother, let's go."

Master Yinling carefully scanned the three bones and saw that his gaze was lingering on the Swallowing Yin White Bone Fork.

"Apart from his unique taste, he is ultimately a monk who is not worthy of being on the stage. How could such a monk have the heart to deceive others?"

After an incense stick of time, San Hai saw two gray lights disappearing away from the window eaves.

"These two disaster stars are finally gone."

Sanhai felt a little relieved, and then his eyes fell on the plump female cultivator beside him.

"Master Sangu, please spare my life. I didn't hear anything just now."

Qing Wu knelt on the ground, tears in her eyes, making people feel pity. Her plump white breasts rubbed against San Hai Shangren's legs.

"Master, Master, Qingwu really doesn't know anything!"

"Qingwu, Qingwu, if you want to blame someone, blame Youhen and Yinling. Some things are only as good as the dead."

Master Sanhai showed a cruel look on his face, and a pale light flowed from his fingertips and fell on the plump Qingwu.

Half a breath later, Qing Wu's face turned pale, her graceful body stiffened, and the hot aura slowly dissipated.

"What a pity, I am quite satisfied with you, Qingwu."

"Since you are satisfied, why did Junior Brother Sanhai still decide to kill him?" A hoarse voice echoed in the room, and a thin ghost mist slowly rose.

Seeing Fang Yi and Bai Shijiu appear in the side room, Sanhai knelt down and saluted.

"Uncle Yin Gu, I have no other intentions, it's just... it's just..."

"You just can't bear to leave, right?" Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, took a step forward, and lay down on a sandalwood chair carved with pear blossoms.

"In this case, Uncle Master will grant your wish."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a gray spiritual light flew out and landed on Qingwu's cold body.

A series of Yin characters appeared on its plump body, including the Ten Refined Bones, Rouge Fragrance, and Small Green Root.
As many spiritual objects were refined into it, the sound of blood flowing gradually came from Qingwu's cold body, and her pale skin slowly regained its luster.

"Gurgle." Sanhai saw the corpse girl become more charming after refining. He swallowed his saliva and the brocade robe between his legs slowly bulged.

Recalling the Master You Ji in Yin Gu's memory, the White Bone Dragon Elephant, the best in body refining, that was a real giant elephant body.

A strange feeling arose in Fang Yi's heart. In his two lifetimes of cultivation, he had seen many evil cultivators with twisted minds.

But he is the first monk whose aesthetic sense is so distorted that the living cannot compare to the dead.

He waved his sleeves, and a yellow-brown stone staff appeared in front of Sanhai.

"Junior Brother San Hai has done a good job this time. I will give you the Brown Stone Staff, the top-grade magical instrument that I recently acquired from Yu Shutai.

If there are monks from the sect who come here to ask questions later."

"Brother Qinghuai and Brother Huiju were killed by monsters, and Brother Heixin died at the hands of Mountain Guest Yu Shutai. Yu Shutai has already been killed by Uncle."

"My nephew is quite clever."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Just an explanation was enough. After all, the White Bone Sect was a demonic sect, and strength was respected.

He pondered for a moment and gently patted Sanhai's shoulder.

"My nephew has done a great job. If you need anything in the future, you can come find me in the White Bone Tower."

"Uncle Yin Gu, please wait a moment. I have something to ask of you!"

(End of this chapter)