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

Chapter 450 Inheritance of the Mantle
Fang Yi frowned. In the entire Yuping Peak, there was only one person who could be so impressive.

Xiao Changce, the master of Yuping Peak.

Fang Yi was hesitant, and activated the Plum Blossom Divination, changing the spells on his fingertips.

"Did he really die from exhaustion?"

With a slight frown, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green light swept up Qin Yu and Huo Zhao and fell towards Yuping Peak.

In the ancient and solemn mourning hall, several descendants of Xiao Changce were dressed in white mourning clothes, and brought dozens of young grandchildren who were also dressed in mourning, with sad faces.

"Mr. Wu" has fine lines all over his face, a hunched body, and a low energy level.

As the chief steward of Yuping Peak, he was leaning on a wooden crutch. When he saw Fang Yi leading two monks into the hall, his eyes lit up.

"Master Fang, you are back. Please burn some incense for me. Yuping Peak will depend on you for its future support."

Old Wu's gaze fell on Qin Yu, who was surrounded by the energy of plants and trees, and Huo Zhao, whose blood was surging.

"Master, who are these two foundation-building masters?"

Fang Yi took the incense, worshiped it respectfully, and then inserted it into the bronze furnace with the animal head. Sad music echoed in his ears.

"Could it be that the attempt to reach the Jindan stage really failed?"

Feeling the lifeless corpse in the bronze coffin, Fang Yi hesitated.

It is difficult to form a pill. Even if Xiao Changce has made many plans, failure is common.

It is normal for one or two of the ten cultivators who have completed the foundation-building stage to succeed in condensing the golden elixir.

A faint shadow of a cold plum blossom appeared in Fang Yi's eyes, and the [Life and Death Sutra] was activated, sensing the energy of the bronze coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

After a few breaths, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Master Wu, these are my two disciples, Qin Yu and Huo Zhao. They have now forged their Dao foundations, and I wanted to bring them back to see our Master."

Fang Yi's tone became harsh and he scolded.

"When will Master pass away?
If I hadn't returned to Xuanyang Mountain, I would have known nothing about this important matter.

"Master Wu, why didn't you tell me? Am I not your disciple?"

The ancient tree's aura was falling, and Fang Yi's cultivation at the fifth level of foundation building was not restrained at all, pressing down like a heavy mountain.

Old Wu leaned on his wooden crutch, smiled bitterly, and spoke tremblingly.

“Master Fang misunderstood.

The master passed away ten days ago, and I want to inform the young master immediately to fulfill my filial duty for the master.
but"

Old Wu’s expression became increasingly bitter.

“However, the journey to Fengling Immortal City is long, and the sect’s secret Qinghe sound transmission technique can only be performed by those who have at least reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

There are no more people who have reached the foundation-building stage on Yuping Peak.
I had no choice but to send the Qi training disciples from the peak to Fengling Fairy City to report.

"So, I misunderstood Mr. Wu."

Fang Yi looked apologetic.

Fengling Fairy City is far away, and without the foundation-building cultivator, it is difficult to use the sound transmission method on Yuping Peak.

Fang Yi made up his mind, and his eyes swept across the ancient bronze coffin in the center of the mourning hall, as if he was thinking about something.

On the surface, there were no foundation-building cultivators on Yuping Peak.

But considering that Xiao Changce has been running the sect for more than two hundred years and is also a disciple of Master Guangsheng, how could he not be able to invite the foundation-building cultivators from within the sect?

Helping to transmit the message is not a life-and-death fight.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er, burn a stick of incense for your master.

What a pity, I wanted you two to pay your respects to our Grandmaster."

Fang Yi sighed, his mind racing.

There are no foundation-building masters on Yuping Peak in public, but there are some in private.

Although Old Wu was hiding very deeply and had a magic weapon to cover him, Fang Yi still felt it.

Compared with decades ago, his cultivation has improved and he has already reached the seventh level of foundation building.

Who is this plotting against?

Or maybe 'Old Wu' has coveted Yuping Peak.

The spiritual veins in Xuanyang Mountain are precious and the competition is fierce.

Like Yuping Peak, it took more than two hundred years of painstaking management by the master who established the foundation, cultivating spiritual creatures, training vassals, and obtaining excellent spiritual veins.

Only a great cultivator at least in the late stage of foundation building can hope to hold on.

'Old Wu' is also considered a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain and has been in charge of all matters at Yuping Peak for decades.

If he showed the cultivation level of the seventh level of foundation building, and occupied Yuping Peak with the eighth or ninth level, he would gain a huge amount of cultivation resources.

In the evening, the silver sky hangs high in the sky, and the ancient trees on Yuping Peak are shrouded in darkness.

Changqing Garden.

Fang Yi was dressed in green and looked at the withered monk in front of him.

"Mr. Wu, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. What brings you here to see me?"

Old Wu held a green jade slip in his hand, hunched over, and spoke respectfully.

"Young Master Fang, before the master passed away, he instructed that from today on, you will be in charge of Yuping Peak.

Please follow me to the Red Rock Spiritual Land to refine the central magical restriction of Yuping Peak."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, cast two jade talismans to inform his disciples, and then bowed.

"In that case, thank you, Mr. Wu."

In the dim tunnel, clusters of torches flickered.

Fang Yi is a man of great skill and courage. With his current accumulated knowledge, magical pets and magical weapons, he is not afraid of what Old Wu has in mind.

If he could take charge of Yuping Peak, he would have a base in Xuanyang Mountain and could recruit monks from the sect he was friendly with.

It will also be of great benefit to compete for the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain in the future.

A great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, with two hundred years of accumulation, what a rich treasure.

Fang Yi knew clearly that the Blue Flame Lotus used to sacrifice to the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner was bestowed by Xiao Changce.

Among the treasures left behind, there is most likely a third-order spiritual lotus.

If all else fails, a third-level lotus spirit seed will do.

If one can obtain a third-order lotus spirit seed by offering sacrifices to the Blue Lotus Treasure Flag, and then use the secret wood refining method to assist, a magic weapon can be expected.

Fang Yi had a spirit pet bag hanging around his waist, in which Qijie was absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy, observing the changes in the outside world.

He followed slowly behind Old Wu, using his own foundation as a base, if Old Wu regarded himself as an ordinary fifth-level spiritual doctor.

It is enough to cause it to suffer a big loss.

"Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!" The boots stepped on the bluestone road, and the dull sound continued to echo in the cave.

As we went deeper, the feeling of heat became stronger.

Old Wu was dressed in a gray robe, silent, leaning on a wooden crutch, pulling up his long sleeves and wiping the sweat from his temples.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi and the other person arrived at the end of the cave. An ancient and heavy stone door, glowing red, blocked the two from entering the spiritual land.

"Master Fang, please wait a moment while I unleash the magic barrier."

Old Wu spoke apologetically, and then offered up a red orb, with mysterious runes flowing on the orb.

As the spells changed, the pearl merged into a gap on the stone gate.

"Buzz!"

The spiritual light on the stone gate keeps flowing.

Crimson runes kept moving, and compared with the previous one, the grade of the stone gate formation tool had been improved.

"Hmph!"

A voice came into the pet's ears from the spirit pet bag.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, with the Green Lotus Flag in his sleeve ready to be launched.

Although his level of formation skills is average, Qijie is extremely talented in formation skills and is already a mid-level second-level formation master.

One of the important things when returning to Xuanyang Mountain this time is to obtain the second-grade, top-grade, or even quasi-third-grade formation inheritance.

It allows the cultivation of the Seven Disciplines Formation to be further improved.

"Xiao Qi, investigate carefully and see what level this formation has reached now."

The spirit pet bag on Fang Yi's waist was not completely sealed. A faint fluctuation of spiritual consciousness flowed, and a small silver-white beast snorted softly.

Through the gap in the spirit pet bag, Qijie had already seen the formation.

In just a few breaths, pieces of information were quickly transmitted into Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness through the master-servant contract.

'Suspected to be a second-level, top-grade fire formation?
It's not the Red Sun Soul Transformation Formation from last time? The aura of a demon beast with earth-grade bloodline
Interesting. My master is really interesting. He uses formations to accumulate spiritual power to help him achieve Dan formation?

So, is there any trace of the inheritance of the formation?

Fang Yi's [Life and Death Sutra] was activated, and the blue-gray magic power in his meridians was restrained, and his qi and blood were sluggish.

The Dharma body is like an old tree hibernating, restraining its breath completely.

Afterwards, a wisp of medicinal fragrance emanated from the air, no different from that of an ordinary second-grade mid-grade spiritual doctor.

"Master, please wait a moment. I am old and frail. It is a bit difficult for me to open the formation."

The words fell.

Fang Yi saw that Mr. Wu’s face was flushed.

His whole body was filled with green light, and strands of spiritual light gathered on the wooden staff.

The spiritual light entangled and collided, turning into a lotus seed that took root, sprouted, and bloomed, and a seal of a red lotus emerged.

"go with!"

As Old Wu's mind moved, the seal began to flow and jump, merging into the gem above the stone gate.

"click"

"click"

The bluestone gate slowly opened, and a dull and heavy sound rang out in the cave.

"Buzz!"

The stone door opened completely.

The scorching hot wind, entangled with the misty spiritual energy, blew towards me.

"Master Fang, please! The master's relics are in the secret realm."

Old Wu bowed and then walked through the stone gate.

The scorching flames made Fang Yi's entire body appear red.

Rich fire attribute spiritual energy gathered and turned into many first-level spiritual materials, fire essence stone, small flame jade, crimson spirit iron, etc.
Lingsang's embroidered robe emitted a green light, isolating the discomfort brought by the fire-attributed spiritual power. A hint of astonishment flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

He was a little surprised.

"Why don't you do it? What is Mr. Wu planning with this move?
Let's see, maybe.'

Fang Yi's thoughts raced, and he immediately looked towards the Chiyan Spiritual Land.

The red magma flows gently and gathers into a lake about an acre in size.

"Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle." Bubbles of different sizes were born and burst in the lake.

In the center of the lake, there is an ancient three-story stone platform, suspended above it, emitting five-colored spiritual light.

A red long sword emitted cold light, constantly stirring the magma to change, continuously extracting the pure spiritual energy from the magma to cleanse itself.

Under the long sword, spiritual stones and magical tools were piled up into a mountain, and special spirit-sealing jade boxes were dotted on top like pearls.

"The master's robes and Dharma instruments are all on the stone platform. Master Fang, follow me."

Old Wu urged, then tapped lightly with his wooden stick.

"clang!"

A red rainbow bridge stretched out from the stone platform and finally landed at Fang Yi's feet.

Fang Yi showed a look of alertness, and then his spiritual sense swept across the entire Diyan Spiritual Land.

There is a red fire lotus in Linghu Lake, standing tall and graceful.

One after another, magical prohibitions spread out from the stone soul-transforming platform in the center of the lake, which was covered with runes, drawing pure fire spiritual power to nourish the spiritual lotus.

'Xiao Qi.'

He cried out in his heart, and after confirming that there was no hidden trick, he stepped out of the rainbow bridge and walked towards the center of the spiritual land.

Fang Yi's spiritual sense swept over the spiritual stone swords, talismans and elixirs on the rotating spiritual stone platform, and he understood everything.

He chuckled and looked at the corner of the stone platform, where an old monk with a respectful expression was standing.

"Old Wu, did Master really instruct me to inherit this mantle?

What did Master say before he passed away?"

Old Wu looked expectant and said respectfully.

"Young Master, the master passed away in a hurry, leaving only his legacy to be inherited by his most outstanding son.
Although Young Master Fang is not surnamed Xiao, he is indeed the master's bloodline. The foundation of Yuping Peak still depends on the support of Young Master.

"But I'm not of Master's bloodline?"

Fang Yi sighed.

(End of this chapter)