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

Chapter 449: Fulfilling the wish and teaching the disciples (two in one)

"boom!"

Two huge auras rose into the sky, and one of them turned into a golden statue with muscular body and high fighting spirit.

One of them turned into a green lotus with a hundred petals, full of green light and lush green, evolving into a scene of vitality and creation.

"It's done!
The strange phenomenon evolved, stirring up the situation, two mid-level Dao bases!"

Fang Yi laughed heartily. After decades of hard work, he finally reaped the rewards today.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao have built a mid-level Dao foundation, three foundations in one family. Such strength is enough for them to stand out in Xuanyang Mountain.

"Shh!"

Two beams of light streaked across the sky and landed in front of Fang Yi.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao bowed together.

"Disciple Qin Yu..."

"Disciple Huo Zhao..."

"Greetings, Master. Thank you for your years of cultivation..."

"Not bad……"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and two gentle forces pulled the two men up.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er...you are good...

Let’s go back to Qingzhi Tower first. I have something to tell you two…”

A green streak flew out from Fang Yi's sleeve, swept up everyone, and turned into a beam of light heading towards Qingzhi Tower.

……

After Fang Yi left, the strange phenomenon of foundation building in Xiaodongtian Pavilion was not concealed. The cultivators were noisy and discussions were heard one after another.

"Go check quickly, are you two mid-level Daoist masters? Which family are they from?"

"Fang Yi's disciples from Qingzhi Tower, his two disciples have average aptitudes, and both of them need non-top-grade spiritual roots. How could they possibly forge a mid-grade Dao foundation?"

"I heard one of them is a descendant sent by the Sun family of Hanshi Mountain? If Old Man Sun gets this news, I'm afraid he'll have sleepless nights."

In the evening, the moon is high in the sky.

In the backyard of Qingzhi Building, on the sandalwood table, jade plates were filled with various delicacies, including five-colored bones, thousand-treasure soup, and green jade bamboo shoots.
Gu Jiushang cooked the meal himself. As a second-level spiritual chef, he consumed a lot of spiritual materials and the food was delicious and fragrant.

Fang Yi sat on the ground, picked up the jade cup, drank a glass of amber wine, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Looking at Qin Yu, Huo Zhao and Li Heng who were sitting at the table with reserved expressions.

"Don't be so reserved, Yu'er and Zhao'er. You two are now also at the foundation-building stage. Just like your master, you are forging the foundation of the Tao.

You have a mid-level Dao foundation and are expected to achieve Dan formation in the future, so why act like a little girl like this?"

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao looked at each other.

Qin Yu spoke.

"I am just an ordinary outer sect disciple. Without Master's cultivation, how could I and Junior Brother Huo be where I am today?
It is the right thing for a disciple to respect his master.”

Huo Zhao was also full of gratitude. If Fang Yi had not taken him out of Hanshi Mountain to replenish his vitality and nourish his golden bone spirit body.

Up to now, it is still uncertain whether he can advance to the middle stage of Qi training.

To build a foundation for the Dao is just a foolish dream!
"Brother Qin is absolutely right. If Master had not rescued me from Hanshi Mountain and treated me like his own son, how could I be where I am today?"
Master, don't worry about the Qingzhi Tower. I've discussed this with Senior Brother Qin, and we're going to the Examination Pavilion to visit Master Zhonghe."

A hint of relief appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

Although this Xuanyang Mountain is full of strange things, [The Great Art of Incarnation of Heaven], [The Hundred-Day Banquet of Xuan Tao] and other evil skills appear from time to time.

But the sect's reputation is still much better than that of the Mingquan Sect.

In his previous life, he also had two disciples, and he spent a lot of time and effort in teaching them. Unfortunately, only a few of them remained untainted by the teachings.

In the end, the Mingquan Sect lost two foundation-building masters, and he gained two human skin robes.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment. After Qin Yu and Huo Zhao established their foundation, they were no longer ordinary cultivators. Many important matters in Qingzhi Tower could be handled by the two of them.

He said with a smile.

"You two are commendable for your filial piety, but by acting this way, you two will owe Senior Brother Zhong He a great favor."

Seeing Qin Yu and the other two were about to speak, Fang Yi waved his hand, confident that he had a plan in mind.

"Don't worry about the Wei family's affairs. Counting the time, there should be a result.
You two have the most important stable foundation right now.

After the foundation-building ceremony, I will take you two back to Xuanyang Mountain to pay a visit to the ancestor, Master Guangsheng.

This concerns the future of both of you, so don't be lazy."

The secret realm of Hanling is vast and boundless, covered in white. The cold wind blows up thousands of piles of snow, and the chill is biting.

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword emitted a cold light.

With a clanging sound of sword, the magic sword fell, the magic restriction of Bishuigui was broken, jade chips flew everywhere, and it was cut into two pieces.

The Xiezhi crown on Wei Jiuxiao's head was broken, his long hair was draped over his shoulders, and his robe was covered with sword marks.

Zhong He wore a Chaotian crown on his head, and his robe rustled in the cold wind.

The sharp and terrifying sword intent shot out from the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand, locking Wei Jiuxiao tightly.

"puff!"

Wei Jiuxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, ignoring the severe pain in his meridians.

His face was grim as he looked at the corpses of Wei family disciples scattered all over the ground, in disbelief.

"how so!"

"Zhong He! My Wei family has provided for you continuously, yet you are repaying me with hatred!"

"Why?"

Zhong He used the [Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique] with all his strength, and the golden magic sword emitted a cold light and slashed out again.

Wei Jiuxiao summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the Hanhai Pearl, and the spiritual energy gathered and turned into a blue water curtain, barely blocking the sword light.

"Crack!"

Seeing a crack appear on his natal magic weapon, he looked desperate and muttered to himself, knowing that he was doomed.

"How could this be
Everything is going smoothly in this Hanling Secret Realm, and the prosperity of the Wei family is just around the corner. How could this happen?"

Half an hour ago, in the Hanling Secret Realm.

Dozens of Wei family monks in cold-resistant robes worked together to drive the flying boat, quickly passing over the thousand-foot iceberg.

"arrive!"

Zhong He stopped on the flying boat.

He looked behind him and saw that half of the Wei family cultivators had been reduced in number, and nodded slightly in his heart.

"My fellow disciples, beneath this icy peak, there is a tribe of Snow-Swallowing Apes guarding a small vein of second-order Qingyuan iron ore.

I only want the Qingyuan Iron Essence in the mine, and the rest of the Spirit Iron will belong to you all."

"Thank you for your care, brother.
Everyone, cheer up! After we mine the Qingyuan Mine, we will return to our tribe."

Wei Jiuxiao wore a Xiezhi crown on his head, held a Bishuigui in his hand, and his cloud-sleeved robe with gold thread trim was stained with blood.

He looked at the bulging storage bags on his tribesmen's waists and felt satisfied.

Although this trip to the Hanling Secret Realm was dangerous and resulted in the loss of many clan members, they were led by Zhong He, a great cultivator at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The harvest obtained is enough to train two more foundation-building masters for the clan.

Although he is cold-blooded, as the patriarch of the Wei family in Changle Valley, he never refuses any such profitable opportunity.

"Junior Brother Jiuxiao, I stopped that second-grade, superior-grade Snow Swallowing Ape and the demon beast."

“Leave the remaining monsters to my junior brother.

Don't worry, Senior Brother, the elite members of the Wei Clan of Changle Valley are all here to help you. We will definitely not let you down."

Wei Jiuxiao spoke with full confidence.

"That's good."

Zhong He nodded slightly, activated his magic power, and raised a seven-foot green sword.

"Boom!"

The golden sword light fell, shattering the iceberg, and dozens of demon beast auras gushed out, and demonic power rolled.

Zhong He is a tall and strong man, wearing a cloak with gold edges.

He glanced at Wei Jiuxiao, who was in a dashing and high-spirited state, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Immediately, his spiritual consciousness jumped and fell into the angry and roaring group of snow-swallowing apes.

"Zheng!"

With a clang of sword light, the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword emitted a cold gleam. The golden sword light swirled, encircling the lushly furred, chilling Snow Swallowing Ape within the sword's glow.

"Roar!"

"Wei family cultivators, follow me!"

Wei Jiuxiao waved his sleeves and threw out the Bishuigui in his hand, stopping two second-level medium-grade snow-swallowing apes.

"kill!"

Five-colored spiritual light flowed on the ice peak, and flying swords, precious beads, jade rulers and various magical instruments were manipulated by the Wei family monks, fighting desperately with the snow-swallowing ape.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that the Snow-Swallowing Ape was at a disadvantage, Zhong He's mind moved.

"Zheng!"

The sound of a sword and the roar of the Snow-Swallowing Ape rang out at the same time.

The golden sword light turned, revealing a flaw, and the second-grade superior Snow-Swallowing Ape rushed towards Wei Jiuxiao to kill him.

The cold light of the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword flickered and turned into a golden thread that rolled up.

"what!!"

Screams rang out one after another, blood splattered everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, all the Qi-cultivating cultivators of the Wei family were dead.

Zhong He spread his sleeves for a moment, and a red vine fruit surrounded by fire flew out and flew towards the snow ape that had swallowed the second-grade top-grade fruit.

"Roar!"

With a roar from the ape, the Snow-Swallowing Apes tribe retreated skillfully, leaving only Zhong He and the grim-faced Wei Jiuxiao on the ice peak.

"Junior Brother Wei, please get on the road!"

"Zheng!"

"Crack!" The sound of the magic weapon breaking came along with severe pain.

"Zheng!"

With a sound of sword, the Hanhai Pearl was completely shattered. The impending crisis woke Wei Jiuxiao up from his illusion.

"Brother, tell me, tell me quickly. Who is it! Who wants to kill me, Wei Jiuxiao!!"

A second-grade, top-grade water magic talisman turned into ashes in Zhong He's sleeve.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Junior Brother Wei, why bother struggling? If you die in the illusion, you won't suffer so much."

"Pfft!"

The golden sword light flashed, and Wei Jiuxiao's ferocious head flew up, and warm blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.

Zhong He reached out and took it from Wei Jiuxiao's storage bag.

Golden spiritual light flowed, and as the magic power was absorbed and discharged, it washed away the mark of a blue gem.

As the storage bag tipped over, flying swords, pills, jade boxes, and talismans poured out one by one.

After a while, he withdrew his mind from the jade slip, feeling a little disappointed.

"It's all in vain. The [Hanhai Jing] that Junior Brother Fang paid a huge price for is nowhere to be found.

Indeed, the Wei family's ancestral home, Changle Valley, still exists, and the third-level water-attributed skills of the [Hanhai Jing] are likely hidden within the clan."

Zhong He pondered for a moment.

The fingertips changed the magic formula, and a force sucked Wei Jiuxiao's head and soul into his palm.

Several soul-locking runes glowed dimly, trapping the soul in the head, and finally placed it in a soul-sealing jade box.

"Leave this Wei Jiuxiao's soul to Junior Brother Fang to deal with himself, so that he won't feel that we haven't put in enough effort.
The Hanling Secret Realm ultimately requires his help."

Three days later.

Qingzhi Building, lobby.

A burly monk wearing a robe with golden cloud patterns and a gray silk cloak draped over his shoulders walked into Qingzhi Tower with his boots lifted.

A dull and rough voice sounded like thunder.

"Is Junior Brother Fang here?"

"Master Zhonghe?"

Looking at the cultivator surrounded by murderous aura, Qin Yu in the hall frowned and looked alert.

As they looked at each other with Huo Zhao, their magical powers surged.

The Green Lotus Banner radiated spiritual light, overflowing with vitality. Giant green lotuses fell from its branches, transforming into a sea of ​​lotuses. Huo Zhao activated his [Second Nine Mysterious Art], and his bronze armor materialized, with golden ripples rippling through his bones, flesh, and blood.

His blood was boiling as he held a black iron sword in his hand.

"You young man, why don't you go and report to the Master?
kindness?"

Feel the pure and vast magical power of the two monks.

Zhong He's expression changed slightly, and he gave up the idea of ​​teaching the two monks who were blocking the road a lesson.

He didn't care about Qin Yu and Huo Zhao's initial foundation building cultivation. It would only take two swords to defeat them.

But the depth of these two people's Taoism was beyond his expectations.

Magical power flowed in Zhong He's eyes, and the golden color stained his eyes. It was obvious that he was performing some kind of pupil technique.

"Such a foundation? Such a foundation?!"
Two mid-level Taoist monks?

How many people in Xuanyang Mountain have intermediate-grade Dao foundations? Fang Yi actually has two disciples with intermediate-grade Dao foundations?

Zhong He took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of a cane hitting the ground was heard, and Gu Jiushang, wearing a black robe, with old features and a hunched body, walked slowly towards them.

"Master Zhong He, the master has been waiting in the backyard for a long time."

"Hmph!"

A small silver-white animal emerged from Gu Jiu's sorrowful arms and leaped onto Huo Zhao's head.

Patting Huo Zhao's handsome cheek, Qijie snorted and asked the two to put away their magic weapons.

"Uncle Qijie? Master wants us to go together?"

Qin Yu nodded slightly, gracefully bowed to Zhong He, and said apologetically.

"Uncle Master Zhong He, Junior Brother Huo and I just had a misunderstanding. Please don't blame me."

After taking a look at the silver-white little beast whose aura was as heavy as a mountain and yet extremely flexible, the long sword at Zhong He's waist shook slightly.

It was a second-rank, top-grade demon beast, and it seemed to be refining a top-grade magical weapon, which could already pose a certain threat to itself.

"You and I are not from the same lineage, and both of you fellow Daoists are also at the Foundation Establishment stage. I am unworthy of the title of Uncle Master.

If Qin Yu and Huo Zhao are willing, please call Zhong "Senior Brother."

Huo Zhao glanced at Qin Yu and saw him nod slightly, then he spoke.

"In that case, Senior Brother Zhong, please follow me."

A quarter of an hour later, everyone walked along the bluestone path into the backyard.

Fang Yi sat beside the shimmering lotus pond, holding dozens of visiting cards in his hand. When he saw the monk enter, he waved and greeted him.

"Brother Zhong, long time no see."

Zhong He glanced at Gu Jiushang, and Fang Yi understood and took out a set of jade tea sets from the storage bag.

"Mr. Gu is my confidant and will not leak any information. If you are worried, Senior Brother, please do not worry."

Fang Yi considered for a moment, took the Seven Rings into his arms, and spoke.

"Master Gu, it's rare for Senior Brother to come here. Please go and prepare some spiritual fruits and spiritual dishes."

"And spiritual wine!"

Zhong He sat on the ground, glanced at the tea set with disdain, and added.

"Junior Brother Fang, I've put a lot of effort into this, but I absolutely must have this pot of spirit wine."

Fang Yi smiled and waved his hand, signaling Gu Jiushang to leave.

Then he pointed his fingertips, vitality emerged, the power of the wood spirit gathered, and a vine snaked out from the ground.

Green vines intertwined, twisting and turning in a matter of seconds, transforming into a verdant wooden table with the fragrance of plants.

Putting away the tea set, Fang Yi took out a pot of spirit wine from his sleeve. The amber wine splashed everywhere and flowed into the jade cup.

"Chiliu."

Zhong He threw a soul-sealing jade box onto the table, and then drank a bottle of wine impatiently.

Feel the hot alcohol in your stomach and spread throughout your body.

He squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Second-grade, top-grade amber wine, hey, this is the secret treasure of Master Chunyue of Lanyue Tower.

I have been to Lanyue several times, but I have only heard of this magical wine, never seen it, let alone tasted it. "

Zhong He said jokingly with a playful look on his face.

"Junior Brother Fang is so lucky."

Fang Yi's expression was calm, as this amber wine was delivered by Master Chunyue himself.

He glanced at Qin Yu, who was sitting upright with an expressionless face.

Fang Yi ignored Huo Zhao who was listening with curiosity on his face, and smiled in his heart. He thought that the body cultivator had a poor character and needed more training.

He pointed to the jade box.

"Brother Zhong, what is this?"

Zhong He reached out and grabbed the jade pot, and drank a few more cups of amber wine, his face flushed.

"Junior Brother Wei Jiuxiao of Changle Valley is on the verge of death while exploring the secret realm of Hanling. I have heard that Junior Brother Wei Jiuxiao has profound spiritual medical skills.

I have specially rescued him, please give him some treatment."

"Crack!"

Zhong He flicked his index finger, and a sword beam split the Fengling Jade Box into two halves.

"Gurgle. Gurgle" A head with disheveled hair rolled onto the rocks beside the lotus pond.

"What is this? Wei Jiuxiao?!"

Huo Zhao exclaimed in disbelief.

He and Qin Yu made all kinds of plans and regarded the cultivator as their mortal enemy.

That's it.
He died so easily, even his soul was sealed in his head.

Although Qin Yu did not lose his composure, his eyes were wide open.

A great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building can be ranked among the top 20 in Xuanyang Mountain. Such cultivators have transformed their magic power and comprehended the true meaning.

Armed with a top-grade magical weapon, he can act recklessly and easily destroy an entire clan.

He was below the Jindan Zhenren level and above millions of people, but he died like this.

Qin Yu glanced at his master cautiously. If he remembered correctly, Wei Jiuxiao had at least one top-grade magical weapon in his hand.

Before his own master established his own foundation, he used the dangers of Qingzhi Tower to encourage him to practice.

Old ginger is still spicy.
Qin Yu felt a strange feeling in his heart.

“I’m sorry to have made you laugh, Senior Brother Zhong. I, your disciple, have just established my Dao foundation, so my knowledge is a bit shallow.

I will accept this Senior Brother Wei Jiuxiao, and I will do my best to treat him."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at them, causing Huo Zhao to shudder and immediately sit up straight.

Then a green light rolled up his head, and he spoke slowly.

"However, Senior Brother, have you forgotten a spiritual object?"

“Of course, this family will not forget.

However, the [Hanhai Jing] is a third-level waterway skill. Although it is only incomplete, it was not brought to the master by Wei Jiuxiao.

The cultivators of the Wei family in Changle Valley are still of some use to me.

Junior brother, please wait for a while, and I will definitely offer it to you with both hands later."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, his eyes fell on Wei Jiuxiao's soul, he pondered for a moment, and then expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Zhong. I'll have to trouble you with the matters concerning the Examination Hall.

It just so happens that my two disciples have both achieved a mid-level Dao foundation, and I want to bring them back to the sect to meet Grandmaster Guangsheng."

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I have reported the matter of selecting the Pavilion Master to the sect.
Junior brother, don't forget my elixir."

Zhong He's eyes swept across Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, a flash of envy passing through his eyes.

“Junior brother, you have taught me the Dao, two disciples of the middle-grade Dao foundation.

Now that the mantle has been passed down, the sect has given us many rewards. I wonder how many fellow disciples envy me. I wish I could have a disciple like this.”

"Brother Zhong has the potential to achieve Dan, and he is infinitely stronger than me. Why are you acting like this?"

Half an hour later.

The wooden table was littered with cups and plates, and Zhong He had already left.

Fang Yi sat on the ground with his sleeves half rolled up, scattering grains of green rice and teasing the carp in the lotus pond.

Behind him, Qin Yu was wearing a black robe and was trying his best to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't express his excitement in words.

"If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to be so polite between you and me, master and disciple."

Qin Yu glanced at Huo Zhao, who was being trained by the Seven Rings in the Yellow Sand Formation, with a strange expression on his face.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept sliding down. The rough spiritual sand turned into a sandstorm, constantly grinding Huo Zhao's tough body.

"Master, did Wei Jiuxiao perish just like this?"

"Yeah," Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"This is a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage." Qin Yu's expression was complicated and he sighed softly.

He had forged a mid-level foundation in Taoism, lived to be four hundred years old, and felt somewhat content.

After all, Fang Yi only showed his low-level Taoist foundation.

His foundation is already better than his master's. In the future, he will surely surpass his master in cultivation if he works hard.

A strong clan surpasses its ancestors, how satisfying it is. Even if one acts cautiously in daily life, he is still tempered by the many things that happen in Qingzhi Tower.

His heart was inevitably a little unstable, and he felt elated and complacent.

And now.
Drink it on the head!

Qin Yu woke up instantly.

The master of foundation building is not invincible. If the cultivator is killed, he will die.
As they both had a mid-level Dao foundation, although Qin Yu was a little proud, he also knew the gap between himself and Wei Jiuxiao.

As the biggest enemy of the Qingzhi Tower, he calculated that his master was only at the lower level of Taoism and only needed to maintain the Qingzhi Tower.

The revenge of the Wei family will be settled together with his junior brother Huo Zhao after he breaks through to the late stage of foundation building.

Now, Wei Jiuxiao's fluttering hair and beard and ferocious face told him without a doubt.

Even if the middle-level Dao foundation
Even if you practice to the late stage of foundation building.
Even if you hold a top-grade magic weapon
To be killed is to die.
Looking at Qin Yu who seemed to have understood something, Fang Yi nodded slightly. As his eldest disciple, he would be in charge of the Examination Pavilion in the future.

Qin Yu is in charge of Qingzhi Tower, but don't underestimate the dangers of the cultivation world.

"Yu'er, have you come to any realization?"

Fang Yi said leisurely.

“The road to immortality is bumpy, but don’t slack off. So what if your Tao foundation is of the middle grade?
Without the Golden Elixir, you are just a pawn after all. Look at how glorious the Wei family was yesterday.
Without Wei Jiuxiao, everything will be blown away by the wind and rain."

Fang Yi took out two jade bottles from his sleeve and threw them over.

"This is the first lesson I will teach you after you establish your foundation. As cultivators, we must be cautious and diligent in our actions.
The road to immortality is treacherous and dangerous; if you are not careful, you will be doomed.
My master is at the lower level of Dao foundation, and the road ahead is bleak. You two must show me the scenery above the Jindan stage on my behalf."

"Master, rest assured. I will definitely condense the golden elixir before you pass away, which will greatly enhance your reputation."

Huo Zhao's words were interrupted in vain. Qin Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​pleading for his junior brother.

After building his foundation with the [Erjiu Xuan Gong], my junior fellow apprentice seems to be less and less willing to use his brain, and he deserves to be tortured.

Fang Yi paused, his eyes swept over Huo Zhao, completely unconcerned.

After practicing the [Life and Death Sutra], one’s life span is prolonged, not to mention that Huo Zhao may not be able to form an elixir.

Even if a fake pill is condensed, it may not be able to survive.

"Of those two bottles of spiritual medicine, the golden one is the second-grade lower-grade Golden Body Spiritual Liquid, which your junior brother uses to strengthen his body.

The green bottle is Qingmudan, which is used to replenish the foundation. Your uncle Xu specially left it here.
Refine and consolidate your cultivation well, then follow me back to Xuanyang Mountain to pay homage to the ancestor."

Having said that, Fang Yi flicked his sleeves and turned away.

Qijie's silver ears trembled slightly, and then his magic power was consumed and released. As the sandstorm swirled, it immediately became several points more ferocious.

Listening to Huo Zhao's intensified screams, Qin Yu shook his head slightly, sat cross-legged, swallowed a Qingmu Pill, and slowly refined it.

As for junior brother Huo Zhao?

A lesson should be learned.
One month later.

Xuanyang Mountain, Yuping Peak.

Fang Yi's face was solemn as he watched the funeral music playing and hundreds of monks in mourning.

"Master, has our great-grandmaster passed away?" Huo Zhao asked cautiously.

(End of this chapter)