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

Chapter 394: Twenty-four disciples, who will inherit the mantle?

"Crash!"

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a gray-white robe. The robe was covered with ferocious evil spirits, and was surrounded by evil spirits, making rustling sounds.

The overflowing Yin energy surged like a tide, and a dull pressure filled the entire bone altar.

His cloudy eyes turned. Although he looked old and it was rumored that his life span was coming to an end, he was interested in passing on his legacy.

But the tiger's power remains even after its death, let alone a great cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The Qigong practitioners on the bone altar, regardless of their thoughts, all had solemn expressions and bowed respectfully.

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Most of these disciples could be treated as abandoned pawns, but if there were any truly outstanding talents, he would not hesitate to train them.

"Oh, I haven't seen such a scene in a long time..."

Fang Yi chuckled, and invisible sound waves echoed as his magic power was exhaled.

'The art of phantom sound?
Oh no, this old monster in the late foundation building stage can crush all the cultivators on the stage with just a wave of his hand, and he actually has the audacity to launch a sneak attack?
He really has no shame at all!

The short, fat and portly Cao Shaocheng's exquisite jade ring tied with a red rope around his neck shook, protecting its master on its own, and a cool air circulated in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But the invisible sound waves echoed, and the exquisite jade ring could only delay for a while.

His eyelids grew heavier, and Cao Shaocheng's gaze fell on Bai Twelve, who was staring at him fiercely. His mouth felt bitter. This was really inexplicable.

'Master Sanhai has harmed me and received so many benefits, but the news is fake.

Three major tests? Ruining the reputation of my Cao family's Fengxin business!

I just hope Bai Shiermo can succeed in becoming my disciple, otherwise there will be big trouble...'

As his heavy eyelids drooped, Cao Shaocheng fell into an illusion.

……

'The last one.
It’s a mid-grade magical tool for concentrating the mind, but it’s worthy of being in the Fengxin business.

He can be responsible for gathering information in the dark market. Coincidentally, Cao Shaocheng and Bai Twelve have a deep grudge against each other, so arranging them together allows them to supervise each other.

Seeing Cao Shaocheng trapped in an illusion, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and several black and white flags shot out from his sleeves.

"Crash!"

The flags moved without wind, swallowing up clouds and mist, turning into a layer of cloud curtain, quickly separating the inside and outside of the bone altar.

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, and a faint aura of decay spread out.

Mu Dao Illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves Are Not Flowers.

The information Cao Shaocheng obtained from Master Sanhai was correct. Fang Yi did instruct others to prepare the venue for the three disciple-recruiting examinations.

However, the demonic cultivators always put their own interests first, and only leaked some assessment information indirectly. This was inevitable.

Fang Yi had naturally prepared for this. He used his foundation-building skills to activate illusions. In the illusion, he naturally knew the foundations of these cultivators.

"Crash..."

The sound of flipping pages was heard, and Fang Yi opened his lips slightly.

"My fellow disciples, you have come to worship Yin Gu as your master. What do you seek?"

"To seek support and avoid being hunted by fellow Foundation Establishment cultivators practicing the [White Bone Demonic Divine Technique]"

"The master of the clan who established the foundation arranged for me to seek the mantle of Uncle Yin Gu."

"Master wants to sacrifice a second-level white bone demon. After the Yin Bone Monster passed away, it will naturally become a top-grade white bone spirit object."

"Following the orders of Master Yin Ling, we are investigating the Yin Bone Monster's background to see how much his cultivation has recovered."

"Please Senior Yin Gu and have him offer sacrifices to the corpse princess for my uncle."

Fang Yi questioned the thoughts of the cultivator on the bone platform, and at the same time, he raised the green jade scroll and wrote in flowing ink, recording the purpose and thoughts of the Qi-cultivating cultivator.

After a while, looking at the densely packed words on the jade scroll, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

Although he knew that the life span of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building had been exhausted, his desire to accept a disciple to inherit his mantle would attract evil spirits.

But at the moment, among the twenty-four monks who had become disciples, only four of them had relatively simple thoughts: to avoid enemies and inherit their teachings.

The remaining twenty people either coveted his own body or were spies of other monks.

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly. Fortunately, he himself was also a black-hearted person, and he had no good intentions in recruiting disciples this time.

The end of his lifespan was a lie, the inheritance of his mantle was a lie, and the disciples he recruited were just a cover-up and meant to serve as cannon fodder.

"change!"

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the cloud curtain covering the bone altar fell down, turning into a partition of several meters in size, isolating each Qi-cultivating cultivator.

Fang Yi took a step forward and landed in front of a graceful female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

"Jingle Bell!"

A quiet bell rang, and the graceful female cultivator moaned and slowly woke up from her daze.

There was a hint of clarity in Qing Ning's eyes, and he sensed a mighty aura standing three meters away from him without any concealment.

"Am I a Foundation Establishment Master? Uncle Yin Gu!" Qing Ning shuddered, completely waking up from the illusion.

"Bai Shijiu, or Qing Ning, you were the first to wake up from the illusion.

You are good, very good!" Fang Yi's words were full of admiration.

"Qing Ning, from today on, you are my disciple. Practice hard and build your foundation as soon as possible. Don't let me down."

"Disciple!" The sudden good news filled Qing Ning's mind.

"Disciple! Disciple! I was accepted as a disciple by Master Yin Gu?!"
I, Qing Ning, actually have this opportunity!

"Hey! Disciple Qing Ning, don't you want to take me, an old fellow, as your master?"

Fang Yi coughed lightly, reached out and patted Qing Ning's shoulder, with a hint of kindness on his face.

"Me?! Disciple disciple!"

Green Lemon stammered.

She was only at the seventh level of Qi training, and she came to become a disciple this time because a junior sister who had a grudge against her had advanced to the foundation-building stage.

Someone wanted to sacrifice her and turn her into the skin of a beauty. She was desperate and heard that a great monk in the late foundation building stage was recruiting disciples, so she gave it a try.

"I must not miss this opportunity, otherwise I will fall into the hands of that bitch and be neither alive nor dead."

To obtain a piece of top-grade, first-grade spiritual material, the skin of a beautiful woman must be skinned twelve times by the same Qigong cultivator.

All the resentment and pain of the monk were sacrificed and refined into it.

There was a fierce look in Qingling's eyes. He bit off a little of the tip of his tongue. The intense pain came and mobilized his nerves.

She instantly regained consciousness, swallowed the blood and severed tongue, and bowed. "Disciple Qingning greets Master!"

Looking at the graceful female cultivator, who intentionally or unintentionally revealed a hint of her plump and white chest, the aura of her virginal yin, he actively seduced her.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and reached out to help him up.

"From now on, you and I will become one, master and disciple. My lineage of inheritance is the most important in mind and character, and I intend for you to inherit my mantle. You don't have to be so respectful."

"Legion!" Qing Ning's heart was greatly shocked, and her delicate hands tightly grasped Fang Yi's skinny hands.

"Master! Although my cultivation is shallow, I will definitely not let you down."

"Well, that's right. Only someone with this kind of mentality can be my Yin Bone disciple."

Fang Yi boasted, then took out a bottle of pills from his sleeve and stuffed it into the plump flesh of the lemon.

"Qing Ning, your cultivation is still a little low, so I will give you this bottle of Beast Marrow Qi-boosting Pill.

As a teacher, I have many enemies. In order to prevent those old guys from bullying the weak and interrupting the inheritance of my Taoist tradition.

I will accept more disciples later to keep it secret from the public. You should practice hard and don't let me down."

"Yes! Master's name, this disciple will definitely remember it in his heart."

Feeling the warm jade bottle in the valley on her chest, Qingning's heart became hotter and hotter.

A top-grade beast marrow qi-enhancing pill, which many foundation-building seeds in the sect have no chance of seeing.

If she had enough of these elixirs to help her, she was confident that she could complete her Qi training within ten years and break through the bottleneck of foundation building.

Thinking of this, Qing Ning felt Fang Yi's powerful energy and her legs softened.

The old appearance does not seem unacceptable.

"Master, your kindness is so great that I cannot repay you. I hope you will have mercy on me, Master."

Qingning's tone was gentle, her eyes were charming, and her plump body leaned towards Fang Yi's arms, determined to deepen their connection.

"Snapped!"

Fang Yi did not refuse the beauty in his arms. He waved his hand and patted Qingning's plump and full buttocks, rubbing it hard and feeling the warm touch.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Practice well and I will treat you well.
Now, I will accept a few fellow disciples for you, so that your former enemies won’t attack you.”

"Yes," Qing Ning replied softly. "Thank you, Master, for your love."

Fang Yi waved his hand slightly, took a step forward, and landed in front of the short, fat and strong Cao Shaocheng.

He raised his hand slightly, activated his magic power, and the sound of the pure bell rang out.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Yes, Bai Shiwu Cao Shaocheng, you have a strong will, you can be my disciple..."

Cao Shaocheng slowly opened his eyes and quickly woke up with the help of the exquisite jade ring tied with a red rope around his neck.

"Disciple Cao Shaocheng pays homage to Master."

"Ah."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, took out a bottle of beast marrow qi-enhancing pills from his arms, and pushed it into Cao Shaocheng's hand.

Seeing Cao Shaocheng's fat face filled with surprise, he was flattered.

Fang Yi has kind eyes and his words are full of hope.

"Shaocheng, your cultivation has reached the ninth level of Qi training, and your foundation is very solid.

I intend to take you in as my disciple and inherit my teachings. I will give you this bottle of Beast Marrow Qi-boosting Pill to strengthen your foundation."

Fang Yi patted Cao Shaocheng's shoulder lightly, his voice full of anticipation.

"I have many enemies, but my life span is running out. I will accept a few more disciples to protect you.

You should seize the time to practice diligently, build your foundation as soon as possible, and inherit my master's legacy."

"Yes, Shaocheng will definitely not let Master down."

Cao Shaocheng clenched the jade bottle tightly in his hand, and his feet felt dizzy.

A great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building took a fancy to this opportunity that fell from heaven. If one did not seize it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

His face was solemn and he spoke seriously.

"Master, I will definitely keep this secret and not reveal a single detail."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, told him to practice well, and then waved his sleeves and left in a leisurely manner.

There are more than twenty bottles of Beast Marrow Invigorating Qi Pills in the storage bag, most of which are the relics of Master Qinghuai, and some are taken from the warehouse in the market.

It is more than enough to be handed over to the new disciples.

A top-grade first-grade elixir is extremely valuable to Qi-cultivating cultivators, but is just so-so to those who have established their foundation.

……

After an incense stick of time, Bai Twelve showed surprise and held the bone hammer magic weapon tightly in his hand.

"Uncle Yin Gu?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Yes, your body is strong and you have a good chance of building your foundation..."

Bai Twelve, are you willing to take me as your master and inherit my Taoist legacy..."

"Disciple is willing!"

……

The fourth disciple...

The fifth disciple...

The twenty-fourth disciple...

……

An hour later, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and the rolling clouds dissipated.

Fang Yi opened his lips slightly, and his hoarse voice echoed above the altar.

"You are all old disciples now. If you want to inherit my mantle, go and fight for it.

I don't keep idle people under my tutelage!"

Cao Shaocheng, Bai Shier, Qing Ning and many other Qi-cultivating cultivators looked at each other, with deep meaning in their eyes, and they felt that they were superior to others.

……

(End of this chapter)