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

Chapter 411: Pressure on the Group, Rules

The next day.

On the roof of the White Bone Building, Fang Yi, wearing a green silk robe with elephant patterns, looked at the falling heavy snow.

A bony hand stretched out, and a snowflake fell into his hand, feeling the icy spiritual energy in the snowflake.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. As time passed, the impact of this Hanling Secret Realm became greater and greater.

"Tap Tap!"

In the corridor, hurried footsteps were heard, and a thin black soul in a gray robe slowly stepped forward and reported.

"Master, the time for the secret auction has arrived, and all six Foundation Establishment Masters invited by the market are here.

In addition, there were more than ten foundation-building masters who came uninvited. According to the master's previous instructions, they were also brought into the market to be entertained.

Now, fellow Foundation Establishment Daoists have been waiting for a long time. Please ask Master to go to the White Bone Altar and preside over the secret auction."

"In that case, the secret auction should begin. We cannot keep our fellow Foundation Establishment practitioners waiting for too long."

As he spoke, Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered and a grayish light emanated from his robe.

Wisps of spiritual light flowed and collided, turning into a brilliant beam of light that shot up into the sky, stirring up changes in the wind and clouds.

Fang Yi's robe rustled as he lifted his boots and stepped forward. The yellow corpse energy gathered and transformed into an ancient and ferocious stone bridge, falling towards the bone altar.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

A stone bridge stretched across the sky, and the heavy and steady sound of footsteps echoed in Xiaoyuanfang Market like muffled thunder.

On the altar of bones.

"Here it comes! Such terrifying cultivation!"

The evil spirit is lingering around, with a spirit snake wrapped around his waist, the She Master, the gloomy old demon Jiu, and the murderous Master Hua Shi.
Each of them is a top figure among the cultivators of the same level.

But on the stone bridge, the skinny old man with white hair and thin body walked slowly down, restraining his energy and smiling.

Afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

"tread!"

Fang Yi took his last step, and the ferocious stone bridge behind him also turned into a dim yellow light and dissipated.

Moisturizes things silently!
Seeing Fang Yi's control over his magic power like an antelope hanging its horns, the many monks on the bone altar had more and more concerns in their eyes.

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"cough!"

Fang Yi coughed lightly, breaking the dead silence on the bone altar, and a hoarse and powerful voice rang out.

“I’m sure you fellow Taoists have heard of my Yin Bone.

From today on, Xiaoyuanling will be presided over by me. I hope my fellow Taoists will give me some favor.

Within a ten-mile radius of the market town, there shall be no murder or theft of treasures."

Fang Yi's dim eyes swept across the eighteen foundation-building masters on the bone altar.

His turbid eyes dropped, and among the many people who had established their foundation, whether they were the ancestors of a clan that was rampant in one area, or the lawless foundation-building demon cultivators.

Under Fang Yi's cloudy gaze, they all tried their best to force a smile to show that they were harmless.

Hearing about someone is not as good as meeting them in person. Only these experienced and weathered masters of the foundation-building stage know the tip of the iceberg that this old monster in front of them intends to show.

A glimpse of the whole picture can reveal the whole picture. Just from this tip of the iceberg, you can know the foundation of the cultivator in front of you.

"This old monster is so terrifying. Chen Dayong's death was not unjust."

Many people who have established their foundation have inexplicably had such thoughts in their minds.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone slowed down, and he spoke calmly.

"I wonder if you fellow Taoists would be willing to give me, an old man with one foot half in the coffin, a bit of face?"

"Gulu."

I don’t know who among the more than 18 foundation-building masters swallowed his saliva.

Then all the monks looked at each other and their eyes fell on a handsome monk wearing an ivory-white mountain vine pattern robe, a green spirit snake around his waist, and a gentleman's crown on his head.

Master She gave a bitter smile in his heart, he never thought that the reputation he had accumulated in his daily life would have such an effect.

Thinking about the fact that he himself was also at the sixth level of foundation building, he had also fought with great cultivators at the late stage of foundation building.

He took a step forward and bowed.

"I, She Yuzhang, greet Brother Yingu.

Brother Dao is in charge of Xiaoyuanling. If he wants to change the old habits, we will naturally support him.

But the affairs of the Dark Market have their own rules, if so."

Seeing Fang Yi silent, She Yuzhang saw his own reflection in his dark eyes, and his fine hairs stood up instantly.

He secretly regretted why he was the first to speak out. Although this old monster didn't have much time left, his fighting skills were terrifying.

This kind of monk is more difficult to offend than monks with sufficient lifespan.

She Yuzhang gritted his teeth and softened his tone.

"I wonder if Brother Yin Gu has anything else important to do. My fellow Taoists and I also support you."

"Ha~"

Fang Yi chuckled softly, and like the gentle spring rain that moistens everything silently, he restrained his own energy.

By stopping the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was looking wary, his purpose of establishing authority had been achieved, but it was not a good idea to force him too much.

Otherwise, even with his background, it would be extremely difficult for him to deal with the eighteen foundation-building masters joining forces.

He looked like an ordinary 80-year-old man with a kind face.

"Thank you all for giving me this favor. The other rules of this dark market will naturally not change.

However, in my Xiaoyuan Ridge, cultivators are not allowed to fight. No matter what the grudge is, once discovered, you will go to accompany the fellow Taoists in front of the market."

Fang Yi's tone was flat, but no one dared to ignore it.

In the past, in Xiaoyuanling, there were occasional foundation-building masters lurking around seeking revenge and killing Qi-cultivating monks in the market.

Such behavior has caused some cautious Qigong practitioners to be unwilling to come to the dark market to sell stolen goods.

Master Qinghuai also intended to take action to intimidate, but the results were minimal.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.

Not to mention anything else, there are only six cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building on the bone altar.

Master She of Wulong Mountain, the old demon Jiu of Chiyu Cave, and the solitary demon cultivator Huashi Master.
Everyone is confident that they can escape from Master Qinghuai with their lives.

Therefore, although the reputation of Xiaoyuanling Dark Market has spread among many cultivators, many cultivators are still wary of it.

Even a master who has reached the foundation-building stage will reveal his identity if he is forced to fight with a cultivator of the same level.

How many people who can come to the dark market have clean hands?
Therefore, every time a Foundation Establishment Master takes action, it is a blow to the reputation of Xiaoyuanling Dark Market.

Fang Yi is not Qinghuai, so naturally he doesn't want to do so.

Fang Yi glanced around and saw that half of the Foundation Establishment cultivators had dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Robbing monks outside the dark market and robbing the robbers is also one of the sources of income for many people who have established their foundation.

Cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. Fang Yi had already made preparations.
With a slap of the storage bag, eighteen bottles of Five-Sakura Cold-Removing Ointment flew out and hovered in the air.

"Since fellow Taoists are willing to give me a favor, I am also willing to make friends with you.

This second-grade, low-grade spiritual medicine, the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment, is a top-tier treasure for removing cold poison and exploring the secret realm of the Cold Spirit."

Fang Yi pointed his finger and eighteen rays of light flew out.

The pink jade bottle, with a faint medicinal fragrance, fell into the arms of the foundation-building masters.

"I'm willing to take a small loss. I'm selling this Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment to you fellow Taoists at only twice the price in Fengling Immortal City."

"Oh? Is it really the Five-Sakura Cold-Removing Ointment?"

She Yuzhang raised her five fingers and opened the pink jade bottle.

A spiritual light flowed through his nose, and he performed the Qi-seeking method. The wisps of medicinal fragrance rose, and a warm and nourishing feeling came.

"Good stuff! Brother Yin Gu is truly unfathomable.

This Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment is extremely effective, but it has long been monopolized by major sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu.

I heard that the output is extremely low, and only a second-level great spiritual doctor named Fang Yi in Qingzhi Tower in Fengling Fairy City can refine it.

There are not enough places for the foundation-building masters in many major sects.

We, as independent cultivators, have no one to rely on, and we can only exchange one or two of them for the Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree, the main ingredient in refining this spiritual medicine."

She Yuzhang thought about the rich harvest from several explorations into the secret realm of Hanling, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

He took out several medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and flew in front of Fang Yi with spiritual light.

"Brother Yin Gu, a portion of the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment is being sold for nearly a hundred low-grade spirit stones on the black market.

The remaining spirit stones are a deposit. If you still have Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment, please take care of me."

She Yuzhang turned his head and looked at the pink jade bottles in the hands of the other foundation-building cultivators, his eyes filled with greed.

"Fellow Daoists, is there anyone willing to transfer the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment?
She Mou guarantees with his many years of reputation and increases the price by 30%!

The one who built the foundation on the bone altar is the master. He is a very smart person, even if he doesn't know how precious the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment is.

After seeing She Yuzhang's appearance, he quickly put away the spiritual ointment, took out the spiritual stone, and flew to Fang Yi.

After waving his sleeves and collecting many spirit stones, Fang Yi spoke.

“Don’t worry, Fellow Daoist She. Although the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment is hard to come by, my White Bone Sect also has a deep foundation and has inherited a second-level spiritual medicine legacy.

I have already made an agreement with that miracle doctor.

Starting today, a Xuanshen Pavilion will be opened in Xiaoyuanling, selling elixirs made by the second-rank great spiritual doctor in the sect.

Among them, there is not only Wuying Quhan Cream for sale.

There are also other spiritual medicines and poisons. If you fellow Taoists are interested, you can go and buy some."

"The White Bone Sect indeed has a profound foundation."

She Yuzhang showed admiration on his face, but silently produced a jade talisman for transmitting sound from his sleeve.

Inform your friends in the market and grab the elixir first.

Xuanyang Mountain is the most advanced Jindan sect in Dayun's immortal cultivation world. It is said that there is only one second-level spiritual doctor in the sect who can refine the Five-Sakura Cold-Repelling Ointment.

Although the White Bone Sect is also a top sect, it has a spiritual doctor in charge.

But the competition within the sect is fierce. When it comes to refining spiritual poisons, no one can surpass Fang Yi and Taxin of Qingzhi Tower.

Not to mention being able to surpass him in refining second-level elixirs, the difference is not too big, which already shows that he has a deep foundation.

You should know that the guy in Qingzhi Tower is vaguely known as a great doctor.

What is a great spiritual doctor? It means someone who has reached the pinnacle of the second-level spiritual doctor path, or someone who is gifted and has the potential to become a third-level master of medicine.

She Yuzhang's eyes were dim. If the White Bone Sect produced a second-level poison master who practiced the branch of spiritual medicine, he would believe it.

The great magic doctor?
Don't be ridiculous.
In front of Xuanshen Building.

Bao Tu, with a fair face and no beard, and a high protruding fontanel, was wearing a green round-necked brocade robe and walked into the Xuanshen Building.

Qing Ning in the building felt the monk's profound aura, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately bowed.

"Senior, this Xuanshen Building has not yet been opened. If you need any spiritual medicine, please wait a moment.

After Master Yin Gu presides over the auction, come here to buy spiritual objects."

"Master Yin Gu? Little girl, Master Yin Gu is your master?"

Bao Tu's brilliance shot out three feet, feeling the elixir that had been refined and isolated. After a while, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I was wondering how the White Bone Sect could produce a great spiritual doctor, but it turns out he's actually a second-level poison master."

(End of this chapter)