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

Chapter 396: Fawning, Lemon Serve

"Shaocheng, what happened?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, enjoying the warmth and softness coming from his lower body, and spoke slowly.

The pavilion has a door and is soundproofed, so neither Qing Ning nor Cao Shaocheng can detect each other.

This was not the first time that Cao Shaocheng had reported something like this. He wondered in his heart which of his fellow disciples had been shameless enough to climb onto Fang Yi's bed.

This kind of thing is too common in the White Bone Sect. Their master has been quite restrained before he held the Unobstructed Conference.

"Master, the soul lamps of Junior Brothers Seventeen, Nineteen, and Twenty-first, which were enshrined in the center of the town, went out a quarter of an hour ago."

"Seventeen? Nineteen? And twenty-one?"

Fang Yi had a vague impression of his twenty or so disciples.

The three disciples whose soul lamps were extinguished were all at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training, which was an average level among many disciples.

Because he is calm and has plenty of magical tools, he is assigned to be in charge of purchasing and transporting spiritual objects and rice.

In the Xiaoyuanling dark market, profit is the top priority. There are murders and arson, robbery and looting, and most of the businesses are profitable with no investment.

However, very few cultivators in the market are willing to engage in such businesses as cultivating spiritual rice and taming spiritual beasts, which have stable but meager incomes.

Therefore, there was a shortage of spiritual rice, so Fang Yi appointed three disciples to be responsible for purchasing spiritual rice in the market.

Fang Yi frowned slightly. The death of three disciples did not matter to him, but the purchase of spiritual rice could not be stopped.

"Shaocheng."

"Disciple is here!" Cao Shaocheng, who was standing outside the wooden door, had a solemn expression and spoke respectfully.

Fang Yi took out a bronze token from his sleeve, and with the help of his magic power, the token turned into a ray of light and flew into Cao Shaocheng's hands.

"Take my token and let your Senior Brother Black Soul go with you.

Seventeen, Nineteen, and Twenty-One are all cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training. Seventeen is quite good at escaping techniques.

Anyone who can stop these three of them is no ordinary cultivator."

Fang Yi already had a rough idea of ​​who was going to attack him.

In half a year, with the help of his twenty-five disciples, the Xiaoyuanling dark market has changed beyond recognition.

The number of spiritual objects consumed by the monks coming and going has increased by more than 50%.

There are more cultivators coming to Xiaoyuanling's dark market, but fewer cultivators going to other dark markets to sell stolen goods. Due to the conflict of interests, it is time to take action.

Fang Yisi, with his Yin Bone that had been completely consolidated and the Seven Rings of the second-level mid-grade, was full of confidence.

He sneered.

"Shaocheng, please handle this matter properly. Show me which cultivator is so bold...

Xiaoyuan Ridge has just been established, and it just needs a cultivator of sufficient weight to establish its authority."

"Yes, disciple, I will obey your command.

But what about Senior Brother Dark Soul?"

Cao Shaocheng looked puzzled. As far as he knew, there was no such person among his master's disciples.

Moreover, it was most likely the Foundation Establishment Master who was able to cause the deaths of the three junior brothers, the seventeenth, nineteenth, and twenty-first, at the same time.

If an ordinary cultivator were to try to investigate, it would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

"It's your Senior Brother Bai Nineteen. He has forged the foundation of Taoism, so he should have a Taoist name.

Now Black Soul is his name, and he is also the first disciple under the master to establish the foundation.
Shaocheng, you must work harder and build your foundation as soon as possible. An ordinary foundation like your senior brother cannot inherit my legacy."

"Disciple will definitely try his best and will not let Master down!"

Cao Shaocheng's face flushed and his eyes were filled with excitement. All the disciples who became Fang Yi's disciples had been trying their best to please Fang Yi in the past six months.

Several of them felt threatened even though they had the support of a foundation-building family.

Now that he had Fang Yi's affirmation, he felt at ease. As a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, he was a master of the world.

There's no way he could be fooled.

Fang Yi nodded slightly when he saw this. The cultivators of the White Bone Sect would not release their eagles until they saw the rabbit.

Even if there is a temptation of inheritance, one still has to make some promises from time to time, so that one can persevere and actively create income for the market.

Only when the market income is high can his storage bag be filled and his cultivation speed be improved.

Cao Shaocheng knew that he couldn't delay too much and disturb Fang Yi's interest.

He took out a soul-sealing jade box from his storage bag and placed it in front of the door.

"Master, I heard that you like Yin-attributed spiritual plants. In this jade box are the corpse soul mosses that I collected. I hope Master will accept them."

"Oh?" Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a dim yellow light appeared, sucking the Soul Sealing Box into his hand.
The magic power surged and the soul-sealing box slowly opened.

A palm-sized piece of corpse soul moss, surrounded by yin energy and stained with a little spiritual soil, lay quietly in the middle.

"A nearly century-old corpse moss? Shaocheng, you are truly filial."

Fang Yi showed satisfaction and waved his sleeves to put away the soul-sealing box.

Hearing the relief in his master's tone, Cao Changcheng felt delighted.

"Master's kindness to me is as great as a mountain. These few magical medicines are just external things.

The disciple has already asked the monks in the clan to make every effort to collect the whereabouts of the longevity spiritual object.

Master, rest assured, my clan has been doing the Fengxin business for hundreds of years, and we will definitely find a spiritual object to prolong your life for you."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Longevity-extending spiritual objects are rare, so it would be great if he could get one.

"Hey"

A hoarse voice sounded, Fang Yi sighed softly, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"Shaocheng, what would I have done if you were my disciple ten years ago?"

After a while, as if calming down, a jade slip flew out of Fang Yi's hand and fell into Cao Shaocheng's hand.

"This is what I have learned from practicing the [White Bone Magic]. Practice well and don't let me down."

"Master, rest assured, I will not let you down!"

After taking the jade slip, Cao Shaocheng was overjoyed and forgot about the price he paid for the Yinhun Moss.

He was thinking about sending a message to his family and dispatching some disciples to help, and he was determined to capture the murderer of his three junior brothers.

As Fang Yi's disciple, he already regarded the Xiaoyuanling dark market as his own.

Fang Yi saw Cao Shaocheng bow and leave, and nodded slightly.

He now has 25 monks who volunteered to serve him. An hour later, in the White Bone Tower.

The lime lips were bright red and a little cracked.

Fingerprints were all over the creamy skin.

Her graceful body was limp, and she lay beside the nanmu table, her snow-white jade rabbit rising and falling.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and used his magic power to calm the restlessness in his heart.

Nourishment from the spiritual objects of the Bone Sect.

His physical training improved by leaps and bounds, and now he has reached the peak of the second-level intermediate level, comparable to a cultivator at the sixth level of foundation building.

It is not far from the second-level upper grade.

Although Qing Ning had made some breakthroughs in her cultivation, she was only a female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training.

His physical condition was not good enough to fight and he was not able to enjoy the battle to his heart's content.

He waved his sleeves, and a piece of purple silk fluttered, wrapping Qing Ning's graceful body.

"Master." Qing Ning called softly.

"Well, Ning'er, you should practice well.

Your cultivation has improved over the past six months, but your body is still flawed."

Fang Yi took out a deep blue jade slip from his storage bag and placed it next to Qing Ning.

"This jade slip contains a [Ice Skin and Jade Bone Method], a quasi-second-level body-building technique that is sufficient to make up for your physical shortcomings.
Practice well, your master has recently acquired a second-level water-attribute demon pill."

"Second-level water-attribute demon pill?"

Qing Ning's eyes lit up. A second-level water-attributed demon beast's inner core could be used to produce a foundation-building pill even by an ordinary alchemist.

If a second-level alchemist has outstanding skills, it is common for him to produce three or four foundation-building pills.

"Master, you mean this demon pill?" Qing Ning said timidly.

"This demon beast inner elixir is naturally prepared for my successor.
Ning'er, don't worry, practice well and perfect the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, so that you can build your foundation as soon as possible."

There was a gleam in Fang Yi's eyes and his words were gentle.

There was uncontrollable excitement in her beautiful lemon eyes. She endured the pain and fatigue and crawled towards Fang Yi.

She opened her lips slightly, her breath was as sweet as orchid, and her lips were full and rosy.

"Hmm? Master??"

"Master has other important matters to attend to. Please practice diligently."

Fang Yi waved his hand, and a curtain of water stopped Qing Ning.

Beauty is just a spice on his path of cultivation, not enough to distract him from his main business.

Xiaoyuanling, Qinghun Cave, and the rugged rocks are filled with thick yin energy, which gathers and turns into a howling dark wind.

Cao Shaocheng's muscles were tense, holding a bronze token in his hand, his magic power surged and the bright green light isolated the negative energy.

As one of the rare second-level caves in Xiaoyuanling, Black Soul forged the foundation of Taoism and saved his life after returning from Changlefang.

Fang Yi gave the Qinghun Cave to Heihun for his daily practice.

Swish!
A gray-robed figure suddenly appeared behind Cao Shaocheng.

The thin figure held a bone magic sword in his hand, emitting sword light. He stared at Cao Shaocheng's dantian, heart, head and other vital parts, wanting to chop them down with one sword.

"Master's token?"

Black Soul looked at the bronze token in Cao Shaocheng's hand, which was engraved with the words "Yin Bone". His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"This time, Cao has escaped a disaster."

As Fang Yi's first disciple to establish a foundation for Taoism, whether it is Cao Shaocheng, Bai Twelve, or other disciples who have reached the ninth level of Qi training and are expected to establish a foundation, they are all potential enemies.

If Cao Shaocheng had not taken out the token engraved with the Yin Bone Rune, Black Soul would have accidentally injured one or two of his fellow disciples today.

Although Fang Yi was intimidating and it was difficult to take Cao Shaocheng's life, he could at least damage his vitality and delay the time for him to break through to the foundation-building stage.

The Black Soul gathered the flying bone sword into his sleeve, sighed slightly, and then released the restrained energy.

"Junior Brother Cao, what brings you to my Qinghun Cave? But Master has given you an order."

Cao Shaocheng was shocked when he sensed the sudden emergence of energy behind him.

"Gulu."

His throat moved and he swallowed hard.

Among Fang Yi's twenty-five disciples, Hei Hun, formerly known as Bai Shijiu, was the first to be accepted as a disciple and also the first to build his foundation.

Even though Fang Yi took a fancy to him and regarded him as his successor, Cao Shaocheng still regarded Black Soul as his biggest rival.

If it weren't for the order from his master, Cao Shaocheng would never be willing to come to the Qinghun Cave alone before building his foundation.

"Junior brother greets Senior Brother Black Soul!"

Cao Shaocheng bowed his head and spoke respectfully, keeping a very humble attitude.

He knew in his heart that the difference between a Qi-cultivating cultivator and a foundation-building cultivator was not even a little bit.

"Brother, seventeen, nineteen, and twenty-one, the soul lamps of three junior brothers have gone out."

Cao Shaocheng raised the bronze token in his hand and emphasized his tone.

"Junior brother, I ask you to go with me to investigate this matter and see who dares to pluck the whiskers of my Little Yuanling tiger."

"The soul lamps of the three junior brothers have gone out?"

Hei Hun felt a faint joy in his heart. His master had high standards, and every disciple he accepted had the potential to build a foundation.

He had long been dissatisfied with this. With each additional junior fellow apprentice, there would be more variables in the future fight for Fang Yi's inheritance.

But Fang Yi had a high level of cultivation and was very scheming. After beating the Black Soul several times, he showed no complaints.

At most, they could secretly set traps and plot against their fellow disciples, but they couldn't go too far.

Heihun looked at Cao Shaocheng deeply, a little gloomy.

"Junior brother, what a trick!"

　After three revisions, it was finally released. The review at Qidian is becoming more and more strict.

　　One more chapter added, two more chapters to go.

　　
　
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