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

Chapter 451: Jindan Zhenren, Soul Lamp

“Old Wu, I grew up in the secular world of Shaoyang Prefecture, just like my junior sister Yang Caier from Bingpo Peak.

It was a casual Qi practitioner who introduced him to the path of cultivation, and he is not truly the Master’s bloodline.”

"How is this possible?" Old Wu said in disbelief, his hunched body shaking.

“I am now at the fifth level of foundation building. No cultivator in Yuping Peak can be my rival.

Why bother to deceive Mr. Wu?"

A red spiritual light flew out from Fang Yi's sleeve, fell into the lava lake, and gently rolled up, picking out a fire lotus.

Feeling the pure spiritual power in the lotus seeds, he did not hesitate and put a lotus seed into his mouth to chew it. A sweet taste spread in his mouth.

Fang Yi pointed at the spiritual object on the stone platform and spoke earnestly.

"Old Wu, this is what our master left for our descendants. I am deeply indebted to our master.

You really can’t have this spiritual object.”

"I see." Old Wu's face lit up.

"Before Young Master became my disciple, Master mentioned this to me, saying that it was not blood relationship.
However, I thought it was just to save the master's face."

Old Wu sighed and spoke bitterly.

“To be honest with Master Fang, after the master passed away, several great cultivators in the late foundation building stage have coveted Yuping Peak and have come to visit many times.

There is no one in the peak who has established a foundation, so I am afraid that this foundation built over hundreds of years cannot be maintained."

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"As for the cultivators who covet Yuping Peak, please give me a list of their names, Elder Wu. I will visit them one by one later.

At the same time, please ask Mr. Wu to select a successor from among Master’s descendants and train him well.

After he has established his foundation, he will inherit the Master's legacy."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the blue lotus flag flew out, emitting spiritual light and turning into runes.

The runes flowed and connected, casting a layer of magical restrictions on the soul-transferring platform.

“I will seal up the spiritual objects left by Master.

A man is innocent but possesses a treasure. I will inherit the spiritual object after my master's bloodline has established its foundation."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, took out a bottle of elixir from his storage bag, and with the help of his magic power, the jade bottle fell into the talisman and magic weapon on the stone platform.

He looked reluctant.

“When Master was alive, he helped me a lot, and I got a mid-grade foundation-building pill by chance.

This foundation-building elixir is my token of my appreciation."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and turned into a green light and left.

"I'll go ahead. I hope Mr. Wu will carefully select the heir to Master's bloodline."

In Changqing Courtyard, amidst the black walls and white tiles, the bamboo forest rustled.

Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, teasing the silver-white little beast.

Looking at the filial son and grandson in the mourning hall from afar, he cursed in his heart.

"This old man is probably pretending to be dead. Fortunately, I acted cautiously. If I had been greedy,
Oh, a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage actually only has such wealth?"

Fang Yi's eyes are deep.

How could he not know the foundation and wealth of a great cultivator at the ninth level of foundation building?

He practiced the [Scripture of Life and Death], and Xiao Changce had a lot of life left, so how could he not know it?

Even if his life span was exhausted, the life-saving magic weapon that this great cultivator of the ninth foundation-building stage had spent a hundred or two hundred years to nurture would also disappear without a trace?
Turning to the spirit stone platform, the red flame sword, although it is a top-grade magic weapon, is also contaminated with Xiao Changce's aura.

But it was obviously a ritual performed by a cultivator later. Judging from the power of the magic sword, it was most likely done by a Jindan Zhenren.

Fang Yi is not an ordinary foundation-building master.

As a veteran demon cultivator, he is a master at forging and fabricating things, passing inferior goods off as good ones.

Thinking of Mr. Wu's hidden cultivation, he shook his head slightly.

"Old man, what are you planning by being so secretive?

Haha, let’s see what my good master has planned next.”

Fang Yi made up his mind to be a filial son and a good grandson, and to protect the bloodline of Xiao Changce in Yuping Peak.

Xiao Changce only has a 60% to 70% chance of condensing the golden elixir.

But with his current wealth and background, he doesn't need to take risks for a few spiritual objects or spiritual veins.

In the Red Flame Spiritual Land, the heavy stone gate slowly fell down.

Mr. Wu sighed.

"Master, this disciple has a pure heart and excellent talent, and it was not in vain that I accepted him."

“This old man feels the same way.

This Fang Yi is pretty good."

A mighty aura filled the Red Rock Spiritual Land, and a huge sun rose from the magma.

Xiao Changce, wearing a red flame crown and a fire robe, walked out from the vast sun.

A red spiritual light shot out from his hand and fell into the lava lake.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The magma rolled, and a lush green lotus slowly rose and swayed.

The third-grade low-grade spiritual plant: the Blue Flame Lotus.

Xiao Changce's aura was connected with Baolian, his robe rustled, and the aura of a Jindan Zhenren was clearly revealed.

The Azure Flame Lotus swayed, and a small and exquisite red spirit snake coiled in the lotus platform.

The pink snake's tongue flicked out, and a childish and curious female voice came out from the snake's mouth.

"Ace, your disciple named Fang Yi is quite good. After you faked your death and passed away.

He was even willing to confess his identity to Old Wu. With so many spiritual objects, he was not tempted at all.
Is this the good man that A Ce was talking about?"

Xiao Changce looked relieved.

He placed the small and exquisite snake in his hand and gently stroked its scales, which were as smooth as jade.

Her eyes are gentle, and love flows in them.

"Fang is a good kid, and his filial piety is commendable.

It's a pity that I only built a low-grade Dao foundation, not a mid-grade foundation. My future cultivation will be difficult, and I have no hope of forming a pill."

Xiao Changzhe pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"With the help of this third-level spiritual object, the Blue Flame Lotus, I have already condensed the golden elixir.
But for some unknown reason, the monks in the sect all believed, as did Old Wu, that he was my illegitimate child.

Senior Brother Tianque asked me to hide my cultivation. Now, except for a few, all the cultivators in the sect think that my life span has run out. This huge family business of Yuping Peak must have been set its sights on me.
It's good to have such a disciple; it can save me a lot of trouble."

Ah Jiu's emerald snake eyes rolled back slightly, revealing a hint of white, her disdain evident. She swung her long tail, leaving red marks on Xiao Changce's arm.

"Ace, don't forget to give Fang kid some benefits.

After two hundred years of cultivation, Ajiu still saw the good man described in the storybook for the first time.
Still alive."

"A good person who is still alive?" Xiao Changce laughed.

"Don't worry, Ah Jiu, we'll see how Fang behaves later. If he behaves the same way,
I gave him a great opportunity."

Three days later.

Fang Yi, along with Qin Yu and Huo Zhao's disciples, stepped on the green auspicious clouds and sped through the air.

he reassured.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er, after you have established your foundation, you will need to light your soul lamp. From then on, you will be considered a core disciple of the sect and receive the sect's protection.

The person you are visiting at Lingyang Peak to pay your respects to is your ancestor, so don't be nervous."

"Yes, Master, I understand."

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao's muscles were tense and their auras were concentrated.

A Jindan Zhenren has a lifespan of 500 years. He watches the rise and fall of dynasties and holds the power of Xuanyang Mountain.

He is the real chess player in the Dayun immortal world. How can a foundation-building cultivator remain calm when meeting him?

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his magic power flowing out, and he cast a small purification spell.

"You two have mid-level Dao foundations, which are rare in the sect. There is no need to worry so much."

A quarter of an hour later.

Green auspicious clouds passed through a formation, and rich spiritual energy rushed towards us.

A sacred peak rises high into the clouds, with lush pines and bamboos on the mountain, and the rocks are silent, with spiritual objects entwined around.

Fang Yi brought the two of them to the stone platform on the top of Lingyang Peak.

Feeling the extremely rich spiritual energy that had already condensed into mist, a hint of surprise flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

'Quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein?

And it is only a line away from the fourth-level spiritual vein. The core of Xuanyang Mountain is better than before.

This inspiration has changed again.

Fang Yi's thoughts changed. The background of Xuanyang Mountain was a bit strange.

An ordinary quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein, coupled with a spirit-gathering formation of the same grade, is already capable of being cultivated by a Nascent Soul ancestor.

What's more, this quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein seems to be going one step further and transforming again.

"Oh? Here you are? Two of you with mid-level Dao foundations?

good! "

"Buzz!"

A huge pressure came over me.

A burly monk with dark skin and dressed in linen clothes walked out of the ancient ancestral hall.

With a light stomping of his feet, ochre-colored air waves gathered, and the monk rode on the ochre-colored air waves and came in front of everyone.

"My name is Huang Guangsheng, I am the fifth elder of Xuanyang Mountain, and also your ancestor."

After saying this, a tremendous pressure rose from his muscular body.

Huang Guangsheng slapped his storage bag, picked up an ancient bronze mirror, and gently tapped it with his calloused hands.

A yellow spiritual light shone into the ancient mirror.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, and ancient bronze characters appeared. The light on the mirror was extremely bright, and a dreamy and misty scene appeared.

"Don't resist."

After a stick of incense, Master Guangsheng took back the ancient mirror with satisfaction.

"The spirit is unobstructed, it's not a cultivator taking over the body.

Huo Zhao and Qin Yu, you two have a strong foundation. From today on, you are the core disciples of Xuanyang Mountain.
Light the soul lamp and leave your name in the ancestral hall."

With a wave of his sleeves, two ancient bronze oil lamps with lotus bases floated in front of Qin Yu and the other person.

The candle flame flickered, the soul lamp was lit, and Master Guangsheng nodded slightly.

He then looked at Fang Yi, pondered for a moment, and took out a jade talisman.

"Changce's disciples have average talent, but they are good at teaching.
I have also heard a lot about the affairs of Fengling Fairy City. Since the position of the head of the Examination Pavilion is vacant, you will fill it.

In addition, you are allowed to go to the Sutra Library in the sect and find a quasi-third-level inheritance."

Master Guangsheng exclaimed softly.

"Xuan Yi, take your nephew Fang to the Sutra Library to find a legacy."

In the Sutra Repository.

Yang Xuanyi was wearing a scarlet flame robe with golden threads, and looked at the handsome monk in front of him with curiosity.

"Master Fang, how did you manage to teach two disciples with a mid-level Dao foundation?
Throughout Xuanyang Mountain, apart from Master, who has reached the Jindan stage, I have never heard of a cultivator like this before."

Fang Yi took a step forward, picked up a jade slip, and probed his consciousness into it. After a few breaths, he put the jade slip down.

"This is Zhao'er and Yu'er's effort. I just provided some spiritual objects.
Uncle Yang, I wonder where the array formation inheritance is in the Sutra Library?"

Yang Xuanyi curled his lips in disdain.

If providing spiritual objects could cultivate mid-grade Taoist cultivators, then Jindan Zhenren would not have valued Qin Yu and Huo Zhao so much.

And bestow upon the next one a quasi-third-level inheritance.

"Forget it, if Junior Brother Fang doesn't want to talk, I won't force you. But, Junior Brother Fang, aren't you a master of spiritual medicine?

Why are you looking for the inheritance of formation techniques?"

Yang Xuanyi spoke to comfort him.

“A quasi-third-level inheritance would tempt even a fake Dan Zhenren.

If you, Fang Yi, were not a disciple of Senior Brother Xiao, the master would at most give you some spirit stones and magical tools.

"Master Fang Yi, are you sure you want to learn the art of formation?"

"Thank you, Uncle Yang. This formation technique is of great use to me. I hope you can give me some pointers."

Fang Yi bowed and said that the inheritance of the formation was what Qi Jie sought.

Qijie has become a second-level high-quality monster, his spiritual awareness and magic power have increased, and it would be helpful if he could inherit a quasi-third-level formation.

A second-grade, top-grade formation master is just around the corner.

When Yang Xuan saw this, he didn't ask any more questions, as people who practice cultivation often have secrets.

"Come with me. Master has bestowed upon you a token so that you can see for yourself that our Xuanyang Mountain has been established for a thousand years.

That’s where the real essence lies.”

　I'm stuck, sorting out the original Xuanyang Mountain plot, everyone please refresh.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)