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

Chapter 393: Dayong's scheming, accepting a disciple

"it is good!"

Seeing that Xu Shan and Zhong Gui had surrendered, Chen Dayong did not force them too much.

He stretched out his hand and a ray of light shot out and landed on the shadow bead.

"Boom!"

Fine and dense cracks appeared on the image-retaining bead, and in just a few breaths, the bead turned into a handful of powder.

"Since we have the same goal, there's no need to keep this photo bead."

"Fellow Daoist Zhong Gui, please contact the cultivators in Wulong Mountain.

Around the fifteenth day of the intercalary month next year, there will be five-cherry cold-relieving ointment as bait, and there will definitely be monks going there.

Chen has only one request: no matter what method you use, please do not allow a Foundation Establishment Master to go to Xiaoyuan Ridge."

“Brother Dayong, Zhong Gui and I are only at the middle stage of foundation building.

It would have been fine in the past, but this time at the Xiaoyuanling secret photo shoot, there was the Wuying Quhan Cream as the finale.

Among the cultivators coming and going from the Dark Market, there must be some in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, so we two have no confidence in stopping them."

Zhong Gui was a little hesitant, even though Chen Dayong had the upper hand.

However, he was not willing to pay such a high price to fight with monks of the same level.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist."

Chen Dayong knew in his heart that Wulong Mountain was just a gathering place for calamity cultivators.

It is not the foundation of Zhong Gui and Xu Shan. If they offend the monks of Xiaoyuanling, they can just leave.

Chen Dayong slapped his storage bag, and a scarlet light flew out, turning into a jade slip covered with animal patterns, floating in the air.

"I asked the three of you to take action, so I naturally know the rules. I won't let you go back empty-handed."

"Buzz!"

Chen Dayong's fingertips changed the magic formulas, and the jade slip covered with animal patterns shook.

Along with the roars of dragons and tigers, spiritual characters rose from the jade slips, and the four spiritual characters of [The True Explanation of Taming Beasts] shone with spiritual light.

"Third-level technique?"

Xu Shan's face changed. The third-level martial arts technique is the most top-notch secret of Dayun Kingdom. Only a few major sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Baigumen have this foundation.

Unexpectedly, Chen Dayong had this opportunity and was willing to make it public.

"A third-level technique for taming beasts. No wonder Brother Chen was able to advance to the late stage of foundation building."

In the hall, whether it was Xu Shan, Zhong Gui, or Hua Niangzi.

They all had serious expressions, their minds focused, their spiritual consciousness surging, imprinting the spiritual texts that kept emerging from the jade slips in their hearts, for fear of missing out on the opportunity.

"No more? What's behind?"

The spiritual text that emerged from the jade slip suddenly stopped, and Xu Shan, Zhong Gui and others felt angry.

Chen Dayong waved his hand and retrieved the jade slip.

“My fellow Daoists, I have already seen half of the method of using monsters to break through bottlenecks.

My sincerity has been delivered, and now it is up to you fellow Taoists.
Chen promises that once the matter at Xiaoyuanling is resolved, he will definitely send the remaining half of the secret method to you."

"Brother Chen, what do you mean?

Although Xiaoyuanling Dark Market is valuable, it is not worth the trouble for you.
The inheritance of the third-level beast taming method, even my Hehuan Sect does not have this opportunity."

Hua Niangzi showed alertness on her face, unlike Xu Shan and Zhong Gui who had been bewildered by the secret method of breaking through the bottleneck.

She was born in the Hehuan Sect, which is also the top force in the Dayun Kingdom. There are Jindan Zhenren suppressing the sect, and the inheritance is long.

I know the preciousness of the third-level inheritance.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Hua. I, Chen, also have an opportunity to share with you."

Chen Dayong slapped his storage bag, and a green jade slip flew out and landed on the jade table in front of Madam Hua.

A quarter of an hour later, Madam Hua withdrew her consciousness and sighed slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, whatever actions you ask me to take, as long as they don't endanger my life, I will agree to them."

Half an hour later, three beams of light flew out from the Chen family hall.

Chen Dayong's eyes were deep and his whole body was filled with vigorous energy, connecting with a black-scaled dragon.

If there were any cultivators here, they would find that he definitely did not rely on monsters to break through to the late stage of foundation building.

He murmured.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? Building a foundation? Power? Only forming a pill is what I pursue."

One month later.

In the Xiaoyuanling cave, there is a ghost-crying locust tree that requires three people to hug. Its roots are twisted and embedded in the Yin meridians.

The lush treetops swayed in the cold wind, and the occasional sound of ghosts crying could be heard.

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Sanhai who was bowing in front of him. The energy in his body seemed to rise, as if he had made a breakthrough in the [Zhu Yan Bai Gu Guan].

"San Hai, how are the preparations for the disciple-recruiting exam going? How many cultivators are participating in this in Xiao Yuan Ridge?"

"Reporting to Master Uncle, I have already sent disciples to spread the news that Master Uncle is accepting a disciple."

Sanhai's face was slightly flushed and his words were respectful.

"In the market town, there are already more than twenty Qi-cultivating cultivators who have passed the initial screening and are waiting in the center of the market town."

"Oh?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, very satisfied with this number of disciples.

He ordered Sanhai that the cultivators who came to participate in the examination to recruit disciples must at least have the possibility of building a foundation.

There are more than 20 Qi-cultivating monks. Although their cultivation levels vary, they are all the best among the same level.

One out of ten will produce two or three foundation-building cultivators.

Fang Yi patted Sanhai's shoulder gently with a calm tone.

"San Hai has done a good job this time. Now that this matter is over, you can prepare all the materials for the Corpse Refining Sacrifice."

"Thank you, uncle master!" Sanhai looked surprised.

In Xiaoyuanling, on the bone altar, dozens of monks looked anxious.

Bai Twelve was wearing a gray robe, carrying a pale bone hammer on his back, and holding a jade slip in his hand.

Looking at the twenty or so White Bone Sect monks around him, dressed in brocade robes and with a sinister aura, holding jade slips identical to his own, he said, "Exclusive news?!!"

Bai Twelve gritted his teeth, knowing that he had been deceived by Cao Shiwu.

"Ok?"

His eyes turned cold as he saw a short, fat and portly monk showing his head on the bone altar.

"Cao Shiwu!"

Bai Twelve's magic power surged, and the Hundred Bone Hammer magic weapon fell into his hand. He took a few steps to block the short and fat monk.

"Cao Shiwu, return my bones to me!"

"Oh? Senior Brother Bai Twelve, my Cao family has always been doing business with Fengxin, and we are honest and trustworthy.
When did I owe you my ashes?"

Cao Shaocheng narrowed his eyes, and the spiritual light on his white bone robe flowed, revealing the aura of the ninth level of Qi training.

When doing business in the Cao family's Baigumen, cultivation has always been the first priority, and integrity is the second.

He had already dared to sell the information to Bai Twelve, so naturally he was not afraid of him turning against him.

"you!"

Bai Twelve's face turned ashen, and bone spurs appeared on the head of the bone hammer, flashing with cold light.

"Cao Shiwu, you are here for the disciple test of the Yin Gu Patriarch, right?

If Bai were to risk everything and fight you, I wonder what the Yin Bone Patriarch would think of you?

Compared to the legacy of a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, my spirit bones are insignificant."

"Bai Twelve, you are shameless!" Cao Shaocheng's face twitched slightly.

"Same here. No one can compare to you, Cao Shiwu. Your so-called exclusive secret is actually known to everyone."

There was a cold light in Bai Twelve's eyes. If Cao Shaocheng didn't give an explanation, he would definitely do whatever he wanted.

“Junior Brother Cao, I am different from you, I have a family to rely on.

News has come from the sect that the seventh, ninth, and tenth senior brothers have all achieved the foundation of Taoism.

If I can't become your disciple this time, I'm going to run away. I have nothing to worry about in Xiaoyuanling."

Seeing Bai Twelve's threat, the black skull in Cao Shaocheng's hand, which was emitting Yin energy, paused.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Bai Twelve is already in life and death crisis, but he has no scruples.

Cao Shaocheng pondered for a moment and forced a smile on his face.

"Hey! Bai Twelve, my family started out with the Fengxin business, but you should know that if we can do this business in the Baigu Sect, we won't be afraid of you turning against us.

We have settled the payment, and I have used the spirit bone to refine a magical instrument. It is absolutely impossible to return it!"

Seeing Bai Twelve's face darken, the magic power in his hand surged and the bone hammer was about to strike out.

A flash of concern flashed across Cao Shaocheng's eyes. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to inherit the mantle of a great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage.

He changed the subject and spoke politely.

"However, I have been friends with you for many years. I am willing to help you a little.

I also have a copy of secret information I obtained from Master Sanhai, which I can sell to you at a low price."

Seeing Bai Twelve's momentum slow down, Cao Shaocheng made up his mind and knew that he was determined to fight to the death.

"Don't worry, Brother Twelve, you can watch it live after the payment and goods are settled.

If you are not satisfied, you can immediately turn against me and fight me."

Seeing Cao Shaocheng's confident words, Bai Shier's heart moved slightly and he spoke.

"I don't trust you. Give me the jade slip first, and then pay me with the spirit stones and spiritual objects."

"Get something for nothing?" Cao Shaocheng's face turned cold, and ripples appeared on his robes. The black skull in his hand circulated with dark energy, and bursts of ghostly cries were heard.

"Bai Twelve, if you want to take action, just say so.

Cao has never done a business that lost money since he was a child. How can you make money out of nothing? I don't trust you. "

"Okay! I'll trust you again."

Seeing that Cao Shaocheng was unwilling to give in, Bai Shier hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"What's your price?"

Cao Shaocheng stretched out his fat index finger and thumb and rubbed them.

"Bai Twelve, this matter is related to the inheritance of the Yin Bone Ancestor. If you want information, you must show enough courage.
Cao is not asking for much. You should have some surplus from the previous spiritual bones.

I'll ask for another leg bone."

Bai Shier's face froze and his heart became ruthless. He had no way out.

He took out a bloody thigh bone from his sleeve and handed it to Cao Shiwu reluctantly.

"The thigh bone of a first-rank, superior-grade body refiner. Cao Shiwu, don't deceive me."

Cao Shiwu grabbed the leg bone with one hand, sensing the abundant bone marrow in the spiritual bone. His eyes lit up, and then he urged the skeleton in his hand to swallow the bones.

"With this treasure, the Blood Skull is one step closer to becoming a top-grade magical weapon."

Fang Yi hid his body and watched the transaction between Bai Shier and Cao Shiwu.

He estimated the usefulness of both in his mind.

There were more than twenty Qi-cultivating monks coming, and he was ready to take them all in.

Anyway, he has a long life span and does not need any successor. Naturally, the more Qi-cultivating monks working under him, the better.

Winning by quantity, who knows, maybe top talents will emerge.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi already knew the basics of many Qi training cultivators and had a clear idea of ​​them.

He waved his sleeves, and strands of yin energy spread out.

"Boom!"

A dull sound echoed, spiritual light flowed, and a magic platform glowing with jade light rose up.

Fang Yi took a step forward, his clothes fluttering, standing with his hands behind his back, appearing in front of many disciples.

"I am Yin Gu, you should know my name."

(End of this chapter)