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

Chapter 443: Teaching Wei Qiong a Lesson, Secret Conspiracy by All Parties

"Humph!"

A small silver-white beast holding a bunch of brown bananas appeared on the wooden window at some point.

Qijie glanced at Wei Qiong and Meng Yuanhai with disdain, the topaz-colored demonic power surged, and the power of Wu Earth gathered, transforming into a large hand with distinct joints.

The five fingers of the Wu Earth Great Seal closed slowly but quickly, easily gripping the Xuan Yu Ruler.

"Buzz!"

The jade ruler vibrated, but thick earth spiritual patterns flowed and meandered, sealing the Xuanyu ruler's magic ban.

"My Xuanyu Ruler!"

Wei Qiong's face changed drastically, and he activated his magic power, but he could no longer sense any energy from the jade ruler.

"Second-level mid-grade demon pet? When?"

Meng Yuanhai's expression also changed drastically. He and Wei Qiong dared to come here because they knew that Xu Qingshe had already left.

Another second-level lower-grade body-refining cultivator, Fan Dacheng, was also not in Qingzhi Tower.

After entering the box, he also observed carefully. Fang Yi did not bring the spirit pet bag, and Qijie was nowhere to be seen.

Meng Yuanhai took a few steps back, and the ghostly light of the soul mirror fell, protecting himself tightly.

"Among our disciples, it is not yet time for others to teach us, but it is Junior Brother Wei Qiong who is quite lacking in discipline.

I, Fang, have done this with reluctance to discipline your brother."

Fang Yi spoke softly, his mind moving.

The little silver-white beast understood what he meant.

Qijie felt a little strange. How could a mere cultivator in the early stage of foundation building be so bold as to take action in Qingzhi Tower?

He knew best how terrifying his master was.

Not to mention one cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, even ten cultivators in the early stage of foundation building would not be able to cause any trouble.

The spiritual power of Wu Earth gathered and turned into a brown rock ruler the same size as the Xuan Yu ruler.

"Snapped!"

The rock ruler fell with a burst of clever force, and two teeth from Wei Qiong's mouth flew out mixed with blood.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The rock ruler kept falling, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Qiong's face swelled up and more than twenty teeth flew out.

"enough!
Junior Brother Fang, return the Black Jade Ruler. This matter ends here."

A deep blue light descended.

A young monk wore a Xiezhi crown, a robe with cloud sleeves and gold thread trim, and held a jade scepter in his hand.

The jade scepter magic weapon emitted a clear water light, and eleven magic prohibitions lit up one by one.

Seeing his cousin’s face disfigured beyond recognition, Wei Jiuxiao frowned, murderous intent surging in his chest.

To be on the safe side, he hid his body and followed behind Wei Qiong.

Unexpectedly, the situation was so good, but it suddenly turned around. Fang Yi's actions have already trampled on the face of the Wei family.

"Junior Brother Fang, we're from the same sect, but this is too much."

"Oh, too much?
It is not the turn of others to discipline Fang’s disciples.”

Fang Yi chuckled, holding the Green Lotus Flag in his hand, and fighting green lotuses fell.

"This Wei Qiong doesn't know that words can cause trouble. I'm just disciplining him on behalf of Senior Brother Jiuxiao. How could he be so excessive?"

With a turn of his eyes, Fang Yi's gaze fell on the jade scepter magic weapon.

"Sixth level of foundation building?
Senior Brother Wei Changle left behind the top-grade magic weapon Bishuigui before he passed away. No wonder Senior Brother Jiuxiao is so brave.

However, with such a background, you are not worthy of running wild in my Qingzhi Tower."

"Seven Commandments, send the guests off!"

The silver-white little beast's eyes focused, and it raised a Wu Earth treasure gourd, causing sand and rocks to fly and runes to flow.

The gray formation space evolves.

"go!"

Wei Jiuxiao's expression changed when he saw this. He had also witnessed the power of the Yellow Sand Formation and the battle at the Bishui Pavilion headquarters.

"Depending on the power of your spirit pet, Junior Brother Fang will let you be proud for a few days.

Without the supply of spiritual herbs, I wonder how you can continue to run Qingzhi Tower."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bishuigui emitted a deep blue light, and steam rose up, breaking a corner of the yellow sand formation.

Wei Jiuxiao immediately swung his sleeves, picked up Meng Yuanhai and Wei Qiong and left.

"Fang Yi, we have a long way to go!"

"There is ample time?"

Watching the azure light fade away, Fang Yi did not stop it.

In Fengling Fairy City, fellow disciples killed each other and beheaded the leader of the Kaogong Pavilion. The price to pay was too great.

If we kill him today, for the sake of Xuanyang Mountain’s reputation, Zhong He will come to us immediately.

If they can't take it down, the Law Enforcement Hall will step in. If that still doesn't work, the Fake Dan Zhenren will surely descend.

Would he sacrifice his long-established position, together with Qingzhi Tower, in exchange for the lives of two foundation-building masters?

Wei Jiuxiao and Wei Qiong are not worthy!
Fang Yi waved the Green Lotus Flag in his hand, spiritual light flowed, and streams of energy gathered.

Finally, it turned into two blue and one green, three thumb-sized spirit beads.

Holding the Qi Spirit Pearl, Fang Yi's eyes were deep.

"But there is still a long way to go."

An hour later, Huo Zhao's muscles and bones were in sync, his blood was surging, his face was rosy, and he was full of energy.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"The protective light is quite good. After being tempered by Wei Qiong, I will prepare to build my foundation."

"Thank you Master for your help!"

Huo Zhao's heart was suddenly enlightened. Fang Yi had just been deliberately honing himself, and his physical body had broken through in the face of life and death crisis.

He was confident that after practicing in seclusion, he would be able to glimpse the threshold of becoming a second-level body-refining cultivator.

"Although the [Erjiu Xuan Gong] is a fragment, it is not inferior to any other inheritance within the sect.

Zhao'er, you possess a golden-bone spirit body. After this tempering, the protective aura is as real as substance. You should have forged the foundation of the Dao before Yu'er."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and took out a yellow gourd from his storage bag.

"This is the Golden Body Spirit Liquid that your Uncle Xu refined for you. It nourishes your foundation. It is a second-grade, low-grade elixir, specially formulated to eliminate dryness.

If you are willing to endure some hardship, even a first-level body refiner can refine it."

Huo Zhao was startled and stared at the yellow gourd.

"I am not afraid of a little physical pain, Master, please help me.
That Wei Qiong is bullying the weak. Once my disciple has established his foundation, I will personally take revenge on him!"

"I am very pleased that you have such ambition.

However, although Wei Qiong was vulnerable to Xiao Qi, he was also a cultivator at the third level of foundation building.

If you want to settle the grudge, you still need to work harder."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the wood spiritual power gathered. A faint green light appeared, and thick vines twisted and turned, weaving into a wooden spiritual pool.

The yellow gourd poured out, and the spiritual liquid flowed into the spiritual pool, splashing golden water.

“Come in.

You are now full of energy and spirit, which is most suitable for refining the Golden Body Spirit Liquid for the first time.

As a teacher, I can lend you a helping hand."

"Thank you, Master."

Huo Zhao showed respect on his face, put the armor into the storage bag, and stepped into the spirit pool in three or two steps.

The golden body spirit liquid soaked into the body, and as the medicinal power flowed, a tingling sensation came, and Huo Zhao groaned.

"Ok?"

"Master, I didn't feel the pain you mentioned. How can this numb feeling be considered suffering?"

Huo Zhao was confused and spoke immediately.

"Master, please do as you please. I am a disciple who practices physical cultivation and can endure this pain!"

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, activated his withered magic power, changed the magic gestures on his fingertips, and a withered spiritual fire flew out.

The green spiritual fire swayed and fell into the shimmering wooden pool, stimulating the medicinal power within it.

The secret method of medicine: the method of precious qi transformation.

The surging medicinal power transformed into golden spiritual energy and flowed into Huo Zhao's eight extraordinary meridians, washing his skin, muscles, bones, blood, flesh and internal organs.

Black impurities were constantly washed out, and a tingling and numb feeling continued to spread, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at the flesh, coming from the eight extraordinary meridians.

"hiss!"

With a muffled groan, veins popped up all over Huo Zhao's body, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept sliding down from his temples.

He used all his strength to practice the [Erjiu Xuan Gong], endured the severe pain, and refined the medicinal power of the Golden Body Spirit Liquid.

When Fang Yi saw this, admiration flashed in his eyes.

He practiced the [Three Burials of the Golden Body], and his physical training was comparable to that of an eighth-level foundation-building cultivator. He was well aware of the pain of refining the golden body spirit liquid.

He originally asked Xu Qingshe to refine this spiritual liquid.

In order to maximize the efficacy of the medicine, the Xuanshuizhi that harmonizes the medicinal properties and the purple millet flower that suppresses pain were discarded.

The fact that he was able to endure the trials that transformed him was the result of his character honed over two lifetimes.

Although his disciple Huo Zhao has fought with cultivators since he became his disciple.

But for the sake of my own dignity, I have hardly suffered much, and now I can endure such pain, which shows that my character is really excellent.
With this kind of mentality, combined with the golden bone Taoist body, if properly tempered, his chances of forging a mid-level Taoist foundation are even better than Qin Yu's.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then waved his sleeves.

The Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner turned into the size of a palm, suspended above the wooden spirit pool, with rays of Yi wood's longevity energy hanging down.

The lingering vitality turned into a green light film, nourishing Huo Zhao's body.

The scorching hot golden spiritual liquid tore through the flesh and blood and tempered the bones. Yimu's longevity followed closely behind, regenerating the flesh and blood and making the meridians tough.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the green cloud bed lifted him up.

"Zhao'er, I've given you this opportunity. It depends on how far you can go.

With your foundation, the Golden Body Spirit Liquid and Yi Wood Longevity Energy, combined with the Treasure Qi Transmigration Method.

It’s enough for you to reach the foundation-building gate.”

Cang Yuan Mansion.

The winter plum blossoms are in full bloom, the fragrance of plum blossoms is everywhere, and the water is gurgling under the stone bridge.

Xia Zhengbai was playing with the folding fan magic weapon, his eyes deep as he listened to his subordinates' reports.

"Yuan Hai, you just said that Fang Yi and Wei Jiuxiao have completely fallen out?"

Meng Yuanhai bowed and spoke.

"That's the case, sir.

Under my restraint, Wei Qiong wanted to depose Fang Yi's second disciple Huo Zhao.

He never expected to be slapped in the face by a second-level mid-grade monster, and lost all his face.

If Wei Jiuxiao hadn't finally shown up, Wei Qiong would have suffered a great loss."

"What a shame, such a good opportunity."

Xia Zhengbai sighed, feeling quite regretful.

He deliberately concealed the fact that Meng Yuanhai had defected to him, and no one else knew about it except for a few core monks in his sect.

This time, he had lost a child, and he wanted to destroy Qingzhilou's other businesses, leaving Fang Yi with no other choice but to rely on himself.

If Huo Zhao was deposed by Wei Qiong, his chances of recruiting Fang Yi would increase by 40% to 50%.

“Without taking on this mortal feud, the Wei family might not go all out to suppress Qingzhi Tower.

Fang Yi has a wide circle of friends, and once Xu Qingshe returns, he alone can mediate and force the Wei family to retreat."

Xia Zhengbai pondered for a moment, then took out a token from his storage bag.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, take my token and go find Senior Brother Xiang Shu.

In the Immortal City's inner storehouse, there is also a second-grade, top-grade, Bishuichaosheng Pill, which is best at breaking through bottlenecks."

"What do you mean, sir?" Meng Yuanhai held the token with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing this, Xia Zhengbai explained.

"Wei Jiuxiao of the Examination Pavilion is now full of vigor and ambition, but his cultivation at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment has been stagnant for quite some time.

With the help of the Bi Shui Chao Sheng Ling Dan, he has an 80 to 90 percent chance of breaking through to the late stage of foundation building.

By then, Qingzhi Tower will surely become a thorn in their side."

(End of this chapter)