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

Chapter 391: Corpse Refining, Quirk
"It seems this isn't exciting enough. Master Chunyue of Changlefang and Chen Dayong of the Beast Taming Chen Family are not easy to deal with."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding his identity, and sent Bai Shijiu and Master Sanhai to deliver the invitation, intending to test the waters.

Whether Sanhai was injured by the beast tamer Chen family, or Bai Shijiu was killed by Hua Niangzi.

They have their own excuses to retaliate against the two companies.

Master Youhen and Master Yinling are still in the territory of Fengling Fairy City and have not gone far.

At this time, if a foundation-building master died in Xiaoyuanling, or was seriously injured.

At that time, he would offer the Chen family's beast-taming monsters or the concubines of Changlefang as rewards and invite the two of them to take action. Master Yinling, who had suffered heavy losses, would certainly not refuse.

"It's a shame we can only compete fairly. It's time to start preparing the spiritual objects for the secret auction."

Fang Yi's dim yellow eyes moved, and the aura of the late foundation building stage fell on Bai Shijiu and Sanhai.

His tone was cold.

"Nineteen, who do you want to tell me is so bold as to attack you?
I have been practicing for sixty years, and I am the first cultivator to dare to slap me in the face like this!"

Seeing Fang Yi bursting with rage and surrounded by murderous intent, Bai Shijiu was certain that it was worth it for him to suppress his magic power and blood, which resulted in the bruises on his face remaining until now.

"Master, you have to make the decision for your disciple!"

Bai Shijiu had tears in his eyes, his fists were clenched, veins bulged, and his tone was sad and angry.

"Disciple, following Master's orders, I will deliver the invitations to the secret photo shoot to all my fellow practitioners.

The first few fellow Taoists were quite polite and agreed to come to the market to secretly bid for support.

But that flower lady from Changlefang"

"How is Madam Hua?"

Fang Yi was a little curious, considering the fighting skills that Hua Niang had displayed in their previous fight.

The one in the middle stage of foundation building fought against the one in the early stage of foundation building. He had several high-quality magic weapons with him, and he was also a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, a major Jindan sect.

Since he took action, Bai Shijiu was a cultivator who had just established his Taoist foundation not long ago and had not even refined his own magic weapon to the highest level.

There is no possibility of escaping with one's life, but at least one should pay a sufficient price, with great loss of vitality, collapse of the foundation of Taoism, and decline of cultivation.
This way, he could take action himself, unite with Master Youhen and Master Yinling, seek justice, and re-establish the prestige of Xiaoyuanling Market.
Bai Shijiu failed to realize Fang Yi's malicious intentions and treated him as a disposable item.

Seeing his master's caring words, he was certain that the old man, who was nearing the end of his life, really wanted to pass on his legacy.

“Master, it was Master Chunyue from Changlefang who intervened and blocked the path of that lowly servant, Madam Hua.

Otherwise, I am afraid I won’t be able to return alive to see Master.”

"Master Chunyue?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, pondering Master Chunyue's message.

Just like Xiaoyuanling was opened up by Qinghuai, Changlefang was also established by Master Chunyue.

However, unlike Qinghuai, although Master Chunyue was born in the Hehuan Sect, he rarely took action after establishing Changlefang.

In the memory of Master Qinghuai's soul, the only time Master Chunyue took action was when a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building was causing trouble and was seriously injured by him.

"Junior Brother San Hai, you have been cultivating in Xiaoyuan Ridge for sixty years. Do you have any understanding of Master Chunyue?"

Master Sanhai pondered for a long time and shook his head helplessly.

"Reporting to Uncle Master, this Master Chunyue lives in seclusion and rarely takes action.

I don’t know the specific situation.”

After receiving the same information as Qinghuai's soul, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately sensed the withered and flourishing small cave in his life-saving magic weapon.

In the mire of flesh and blood, there was a sinister old man wearing bone armor, with dark pupils and a dark complexion.

The corpse qi swirled and flowed, turning into a placenta, wrapping it and making it beat, causing the yin bone to fall into a deep sleep.

Dark runes emerged, phosphorous fire appeared, and the corpse qi in the corpse-collecting spiritual land was continuously extracted.

The peak of the seventh level of foundation building.

A faint sense of the true meaning of death emerged, and as the placenta beat, the cultivation of Yin Bone continued to rise.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, as bottomless as a thousand-foot cold pond.

The Yin Bone was refined again with the help of several second-level spiritual objects, and was also nourished by the essence and blood of thousands of monks who had been buried in the corpse-heap for decades.

In at most half a year, you can take another step forward and enter the eighth level of foundation building.

There may not be many foundation-building cultivators in the Hehuan Sect who can fight against a corpse of this level.

It is absolutely impossible that Fengling Fairy City would open Changlefang, a dark market.

No matter how much profit is made in this dark market, it is of limited benefit to a cultivator who has reached the eighth level of foundation building and has begun to evolve yellow buds in his Taoist foundation.

The seeds of the Jindan stage of this level of cultivation must be nurtured in the third-level spiritual land of the sect to break through to the ninth level of foundation building.

It means traveling out and searching for opportunities to form a pill.

Fang Yi pondered in his heart, even if Master Chunyue of Changlefang had something to hide, his cultivation level was at most the sixth or seventh level of foundation building.

No matter how many there are, shallow water cannot raise big fish.

"After Li Wuhui breaks through, let him try a few things."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and then took out a piece of second-grade medium-quality animal bone from the storage bag.

"Nineteen, I already know about this matter. Madam Hua is bullying the weak and disregarding my dignity.

I will settle the score with him myself."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the three-foot-long animal bone began to steam, emitting a faint jade-like glow.

“This is the leg bone of a second-level, mid-grade demon beast.

I give you two choices. One is that I will give you this beast bone to use to refine your natal magic weapon. After your cultivation improves, you can seek revenge on Madam Hua yourself.

As for Master Chunyue, I will stop him.

Second, I will personally kill Madam Hua and give you all her magical weapons and spiritual objects.

But you and I are destined to be a master and a disciple."

"I choose one!"

Bai Shijiu spoke immediately.

He knew very well which was more important, the wealth of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building or the legacy of a fake elixir master.

"Okay!" Fang Yi nodded slightly. Since Bai Shijiu did not die at the hands of Hua Niangzi, he had to comfort her.

He waved his sleeves, and the three-foot-long animal bone with spiritual light fell into Bai Shijiu's hands.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you to finish off Madam Hua.
Nineteen, you are seriously injured, so please withdraw first."

"Yes, Master, I will take my leave."

Bai Shijiu bowed his head and slowly left the White Bone Building.

After Bai Shijiu left, seeing Fang Yi lowering his eyes to signal, Master Sanhai spoke.

"Uncle Master, although the beast-controlling Chen family has not attacked me, they are still coming with great force.
Chen Dayong, the patriarch of the Chen family, was clearly very satisfied with the Wuying Qiehan Cream.

But when I invited you, I declined, saying that the Chen family was also preparing for an auction on the same date."

Master Sanhai spoke respectfully and took out several bottles of pink ointment from his storage bag.

“In addition, several old bandit leaders in the middle stage of the foundation building period in Wulong Mountain have disappeared except for one cultivator in the late stage of the foundation building period.

The rest, including Xu Shan and Zhong Gui, all refused."

"So, Chen Dayong of the Beast Taming Chen Family..."

Fang Yi waved his hand to put the medicine bottle away. Chen Dayong was in the late stage of foundation building and had a second-level top-grade demon pet.

The combination of man and pet makes them the best among the great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

Now, he has gone against his usual behavior and let Sanhai return safely. Without any evidence, he cannot call on Master Yinling and Master Youhen to beat him up.

The Beast Taming Chen Family, Xiaoyuanling, and Changlefang are not in Fengling Fairy City.

But it is also under the jurisdiction of the lineage of the Immortal Jiuqu of the Immortal City. If there is no reason to attack the Chen family of Beast Taming.

Even if the Chen family is defeated, it will be difficult to open the Xiaoyuanling dark market.

'The cost outweighs the gain.'

Fang Yi frowned slightly. He would naturally not do such a loss-making business that would harm others and not benefit himself.

'In this case, I can only build a reputation through secret photo shoots and slowly gain a foothold.

Fortunately, they had Qingzhi Tower in their hands, and under the pretext of a secret auction, they stole the newly produced elixir from Qingzhi Tower.
Within ten years, we should be able to suppress the Beast Taming Chen Family and Changlefang.'

Fang Yi felt a little regretful.

Solving problems through fair competition is much more difficult than taking drastic action behind the scenes and directly causing problems.

"Thief San Hai, I already know about this matter, please withdraw.

After all, Nineteen has just established his foundation in Taoism and is unfamiliar with the affairs of the market. You will still be in charge of many matters of the secret auction."

"Uncle Master, rest assured. I will definitely give it my all."

Master Sanhai's tone hesitated slightly, and he spoke cautiously.

"Uncle, I have something to tell you about Nineteenth Junior Brother. I wonder if I should tell you or not?"

"Say!"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, and he already knew what Sanhai was thinking.

Master Sanhai saw that Fang Yi had a calm expression and was not angry, so he spoke.

“Since Uncle Master is interested in inheriting his legacy, he must choose the best of the best as his disciples.

Although Junior Brother Nineteen had forged a Dao foundation, it was only of a low grade. This time, he was severely humiliated by Lady Hua from Changlefang.

I wonder if Uncle Master would consider accepting more disciples."

"Oh, you're bringing up old things again.

I mentioned before that I wanted to take in another disciple, but it's amazing that you still remembered it, Sanhai."

"Master, you misunderstood. I just... I just..."

“Just what?
Just want to inherit my legacy?"

A hint of amusement appeared on Fang Yi's face, and his turbid eyes fell on Master Sanhai.

After his hands and feet are cold and his whole body is trembling with fear, he has learned his lesson.

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded, with a hint of sadness, and he spoke softly.

"Alas, I don't have much time left to live, you know that, Bai Shijiu knows that too.

The young man Youhen and the young man Yinling who had visited earlier also knew everything clearly.

Why can’t this be mentioned?”

Faint memories surged in Fang Yi's eyes, and a hint of sadness lingered.

“I am quite envious of Senior Brother Chi Ming, a disciple at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, and his son at the middle level of Foundation Establishment.

Even if he passes away, his legacy will still be there.
Since you have spoken, Sanhai, I will give you a chance.

Spread the word, one month later, all Qi-cultivating practitioners in the White Bone Sect can come and pay me a visit.

I want to see if it is a tiger or leopard hidden in the deep mountains, or a pool of mud."

"Disciple obeys your command!" Sanhai suppressed the excitement in his heart and bowed.

He will not be able to obtain the legacy of the Fake Dan Zhenren, but the younger generation in the clan still have a chance to try.

Such an opportunity to soar to the sky has not been seen in the White Bone Sect for more than a hundred years.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, looking at Master Sanhai who had not yet retreated with some confusion.

"Nephew, what else?"

A blush appeared on Master Sanhai's face, and he spoke hesitantly.

"Uncle Master, I don't know about the matter of the corpse girl."

Fang Yi's face froze.

　I went out to drink and attend a wedding during the National Day holiday, and I felt dizzy and could only barely write one chapter. Fellow Taoists, you can refresh the page and read it again.

　　
　
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