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

Chapter 410: Inviting Guests, Expanding and Building
Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already got the Xiaoyuanling secret market and the spiritual objects obtained from the genocide of the clan in the early years. He could find an opportunity to sell them.

With a wave of his sleeves, the pink jade bottle containing the Five-Sakura Cold-Removing Ointment flew into the arms of Sanhai and Hehun, who looked excited.

Fang Yi took a quick glance and guessed that the two of them wanted to take advantage of the situation and extract benefits from the major foundation-building families.

He waved his hand nonchalantly. When the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Moreover, Xiaoyuanling was newly established and wanted to show its majesty.

"San Hai, Hei Hun, the two of you should leave as soon as possible, don't delay any longer."

The two men bowed their heads and showed respect on their faces.

"Master, rest assured, I will deliver it on time."

"Uncle Master, don't worry. The Beast Taming Chen family has been destroyed, and Changlefang has also been annexed by us.

Among the foundation-building masters in Xiaoyuanling, who doesn't respect and respect Master Uncle? Give him some respect."

"kindness"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, his voice hoarse. "Some things should be left in moderation. Don't delay important matters."

Under Fang Yi's deep gaze, Heihun and Sanhai were shocked and their muscles tensed, as if their souls and bodies had been seen through.

The two of them hurriedly promised that they would never delay the secret photo shoot.

……

After the two men left, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and raised the Five Poison Cauldron which was missing a leg and an ear.

"Buzz!"

The dark green ancient tripod slowly turned, with poisonous smoke swirling around it.

The gray miasma rolled and transformed into red-gold centipedes, black-armored spiders, and red-banded fire snakes, which climbed out continuously.
Fang Yi's eyes were deep, and he slapped the storage bag, and several soul-sealing jade boxes flew out and opened.

Ghost toad skin glowing with spiritual light, green centipede whiskers shrouded in black air, poisonous blood mushrooms surrounded by miasma. All kinds of poisonous spiritual creatures emerged.

"Qingzhilou's business is slowing down. Xiaoyuanling can sell spiritual poison to increase the loss of monks."

Xiaoyuanling has become the top black market in Fenglingxian City. Most of the cultivators at the foundation-building stage come here to purchase poisons.

He holds the third-level poison technique [Five Poisons Heart Devouring Technique] and has the cultivation level of a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor.

There is no shortage of poisonous substances in Xiaoyuanling. With the help of the Five Poison Cauldron, a top-grade poison weapon, refining spiritual poisons is a piece of cake.

Fang Yi pondered in his heart. The first and second level spiritual poisons he refined himself mostly used recipes that were chronic and insidious.

After flowing into the market, a large number of common spiritual poisons will inevitably be eliminated, and the number of cultivators going to Qingzhi Tower for treatment will also increase greatly.

The next day, it was drizzling in the center of Xiaoyuanlingfang.

On the bluestone road, more than ten monks from the White Bone Sect stood with their hands hanging down, their faces showing respect, letting the raindrops wet their hair.

Fang Yi looked at the Qinghuai Tower, which was carved from sandalwood and exuded a medicinal fragrance.

This building is located in the center of Xiaoyuanlingfang, with convenient transportation. It was originally the private property of Master Qinghuai.

Now that Qinghuai has fallen, the building naturally falls into Fang Yi's hands, and he lightly taps with his fingertips.

The three characters "Qinghuai Pavilion" on the plaque of the ancient building were erased, and three spiritual characters "Xuanshen Tower" were engraved on it with spiritual light flowing through it.

"Lime." Fang Yi exclaimed softly, waving his hand and throwing out a storage bag. "Master, please mobilize a second-level spiritual doctor who has been secretly trained in the sect.

From now on, you will lead the monks in the Xuanshen Building to manage it and sell spiritual medicines and spiritual objects.
However, it would be fine if it were just an ordinary elixir.

The Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment will be sold after the auction, and cultivators who wish to purchase it must exchange it for a second-level spiritual object."

"Yes, Master. Qing Ning knows."

She had lemon-green black hair draped over her shoulders and wore a cloud-gauze skirt as she respectfully took the storage bag.

She withdrew her magical powers and let the rain wet her skirt, revealing her graceful figure.

Fang Yi glanced at him, nodded slightly, and walked away with his sleeves fluttering.

"If any cultivator is dissatisfied, you can come find me."

Seeing Fang Yi disappear around the corner, a hint of disappointment appeared on Qingning's face.

She straightened her back, her magic power flowed, and her wet skirt became dry in the blink of an eye.

"Master."

Qing Ning probed her spiritual sense into the storage bag. After a few breaths, her eyes widened slightly and her face showed surprise.

Looking at the dark and purple jade bottles filled with spiritual poisons in the storage, and the few spiritual medicines in the corner of the storage bag.

Qing Ning murmured.

"This is not a medical pharmacist, he is clearly a spiritual poison master who specializes in poison.
I have been practicing for so long, but this is the first time I have seen so many poisons.

No wonder he was able to survive in the White Bone Sect after practicing medicine."

A month later, in Xiaoyuanling market, in front of a stone tablet about three meters high carved from spiritual jade.

Chen Ju, Xu Shan, and Zhong Gui.
Several foundation-building masters, tanned using secret methods, have their lifelike heads hung on it.

One after another, the foundation-building masters either rode flying boats to control the wind and thunder, or drove auspicious clouds and mist.

Every Foundation Establishment Master came down and looked at the ferocious head, with a deep worry in their eyes.

Afterwards, a Qigong monk with a distinguished appearance, tall stature and wearing a robe of the White Bone Sect came forward and saluted in front of the archway.

Leading the Foundation Establishment Master, he headed towards the center of the town.

Behind the Qingyu Archway.

Bai Shier was wearing a gray robe, with a jade scroll in front of him, flipping through the pages, recording and verifying the information of the visiting monks.

He was amazed at the sight of so many foundation-building cultivators smiling, looking gentle and without any arrogance.

"It is rumored that Master She of Wulong Mountain once killed a spirit creature from Fengling Fairy City.
The old demon Jiu from Chiyuku once single-handedly killed a master of foundation building.
The lone demon cultivator Huashi Shangren even had a record of destroying an entire foundation-building family.
I've really learned a lot today. These important people, even when Master Qinghuai was around, have never been so polite to me."

"What Junior Brother Twelve said makes sense. Each of these important figures is at least in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

If Master hadn't displayed his divine might, killing the rebellious Chen family cultivators and wiping out the bandit cultivators at Wulong Mountain, how could these old monsters have been so restrained?"

The short and fat Cao Shaocheng spoke with a smile.

"Twelfth Junior Brother, what do you think of my proposal to join forces? Fu Ziyin is cruel and ruthless. If you and I don't join forces, we will inevitably be defeated one by one.

Junior brother, are you willing to accept that you and I won't inherit even a single bit of Master's legacy?"

Bai Shier's face turned cold and he looked at the smiling Cao Shaocheng.

"I don't believe you!"

If Fang Yi had not issued an edict ordering the two of them to collect information about the visiting Foundation Establishment Master, he would have left long ago.

"Twelfth Junior Brother, don't you want to build your foundation?

With your current level of cultivation, accumulating merits is slow.

When you have accumulated enough merits, not to mention the mid-grade foundation-building pill, even ordinary foundation-building spiritual objects will have nothing to do with you."

Cao Shaocheng spoke to comfort him.

Three days ago, Fang Yi issued a decree, ordering him and Bai Shier to preside over the Fengxin Tower in the market town and investigate the news of the various forces in Xiaoyuanling.

Fengxin's business was lucrative, so he naturally worked very hard.

But with Bai Twelve, his enemy, staring at him intently, Cao Shaocheng didn't get any benefit from the spirit stone, but instead lost a lot.
If it were not related to the future inheritance of his mantle, he would have quit long ago, muddled through, and lived a lazy life.

Cao Shaocheng sighed in his heart.

After all, he was reluctant to give up the mantle of a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and Fang Yi also had a record of killing Chen Dayong, who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

He gritted his teeth and took out a three-foot-long monster spine from his sleeve.

"Twelfth Junior Brother, I was wrong earlier.

How about giving this quasi-second-level demon beast, the bone-transforming snake's demon bone, to Junior Brother as compensation?"

"A quasi-second-level bone-transforming snake?"

Bai Twelve's eyes lit up, he snatched the demon bone, put it into the storage bag, and then patted the storage bag with satisfaction.

All the previous losses were made up, and with this quasi-second-level spiritual bone, his magic weapon, the bone hammer, could be taken to a higher level.

Seeing this, Cao Shaocheng suppressed his heartache, forced a smile on his face, and spoke.

"Junior brother, we have made peace. I hope you can take care of the Fengxin Tower in this area as it accepts monks."

"Mobilize the spirit stones in the workshop? How many spirit stones do you want to mobilize?"

Bai Twelve's face was expressionless. "This matter still requires the Master's approval."

“Why bother Master with such a trivial matter?

Master has already issued a decree. As long as you and I agree, there is no need to report the withdrawal of spiritual objects worth no more than one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

The flesh on Cao Shaocheng's face trembled as he suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Junior Brother Bai, our Master is very busy, don't bother him with such trivial matters!"

"I don't believe you!"

"You!" Cao Shaocheng spoke in a foul voice with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Bai Twelve, just wait for me! If I don't make you regret it, I won't be named Cao!!"

"Brother Cao, please make yourself at your own convenience."

Bai Twelve narrowed his eyes slightly, and then continued to activate the book-based magic tool, meticulously recording the information of the monks coming and going.

Regret?

Bai Shier has a clear understanding of himself. If he wants to inherit Fang Yi's legacy, he has no backing in his own sect and his aptitude for cultivation is not top-notch.

His scheming and tactics are also average, making him no match for a cultivator like Cao Shaocheng.

Now, he has long since extinguished the idea of ​​monopolizing Fang Yi's legacy.

Bai Shier thought to himself that his master was nearing the end of his life and wanted to find a successor, but he also lacked monks who were willing to work hard and be patient.

You only need to put 120% of your energy into completing Fang Yi's orders. Over time, you will be able to rise to great heights.

But practicing peacefully is not a problem.

As for the Foundation Establishment Pill, as long as Xiaoyuanling is still there, there will be another exchange after this one.

Medium-grade foundation-building pills are rare, but he relies on his identity as the master of Xiaoyuanling and the disciple of Master Yin Gu.

It is not difficult to collect enough spiritual objects, ask a second-level alchemist monk to help, or work with others to refine spiritual pills.

Bai Twelve thought in his heart.

In Xiaoyuanling market, the strongest people are never the cultivators who have backers like Fu Ziyin and Cao Shaocheng.

He is not the Master of Three Bones, the Master of Black Soul, or other masters who have established their foundation.

Instead, it was Master Yin Gu who killed Chen Ju, Chen Dayong, and Huang Linjiao.

In the grotto, in a sparkling jade pool, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his skin glowing with the color of gold and jade.

He felt and endured the pain in the pool as the second-level body-building elixir Golden Body Liquid tempered his body.

While looking through the three yellow jade ancient mirrors connected to the Yinfeng Formation, he observed the changes of many cultivators in the market.

This was the first time that Xiao Yuanling held a secret auction under his command. Even though the life of a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage was at stake, he still had to be careful.

"Wow!"

The golden liquid splashed everywhere. Fang Yi felt that the golden body liquid had almost no medicinal power left, so he stepped out of the jade pool.

“The strength of the Dharma body has increased again, but after the body refining cultivation level has advanced to the second-level upper grade.

This Golden Body Strengthening Fluid is only a second-grade mid-grade elixir after all, its spiritual efficacy is much weaker, and the effect is very limited."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he looked through the cave towards the Qingye Mountains.

"There has been no news for several years, and I don't know if Junior Brother Xu achieved his wish on this trip."

(End of this chapter)