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

Chapter 489: Jiazi Opportunity, Teaching Disciples (Two in One)

Looking at Master Yuechan, whose half body was infected by brown demonic power and whose chest was pierced by a vine.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a green light flew out from his sleeves, rolling up the remains of Master Yuechan.

"Are there any fellow Taoists who would like to learn something from me? I will accompany you to the end!"

Fang Yi's eyes were as bright as stars, carrying the power to kill Master Yuechan. His gaze was dignified as he carefully scanned the cultivators in the market.

Several monks with young faces gritted their teeth and shivered, and were barely restrained by the elders of their family.

Some monks even felt their legs go weak and fell onto the bluestone road.

He is a cultivator in the late foundation-building stage, and a rare figure in the entire Dayun cultivation world.

Now that he has fallen in Qingyuan Market, the evil cultivators in the market, no matter how bold they are, will erase the little thoughts in their hearts.

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There was complete silence in the Qingyuan Market.

Seeing this, Fang Yi slowly restrained his evil spirit and was surrounded by the fragrance of plants and trees.

He smiled gently, and his clear words rang out like the best of spring music.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoists. As long as you abide by the laws of Qingyuan Market, you will be safe.

I think that all you people who come to Qingyuan Market seek is peace of mind and freedom from the prying eyes of the robbers.
From today on, I believe there will be no blind cultivators who will trouble my Qingyuanfang."

"Brother Fang Yi is right. We came to this market just to find peace of mind."

Fang Yi looked down and saw a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a face full of flesh and a scar on his left eyebrow, his face flushed red.

He nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes.

Wang Ming was greatly encouraged by this.

Most of the cultivators who can come to Qingyuan Market are cruel and ruthless, and their hands are stained with the blood of their fellow cultivators.

So does he.

Now that there is an opportunity to please Fang Yi and kill a cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building, how could Wang Ming miss it?

For such a big shot, even a little bit of benefit that slips through his fingers is enough to make him rich.

"My fellow Daoists, the Qingyuan Market is just beginning to flourish, and it's inevitable that some ignorant villains will cause trouble.

Brother Fang Dao has established his prestige as a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his future in the market is limitless."

Wang Ming paused.

"Brother Fang, I wonder if there are any shops for sale in the market. I would like to purchase one.

In less than three years, the prices of shops in this market will be incomparable to today's prices!"

Fang Yi had a smile on his face. He went along with the fearful, suspicious, and wary looks from those around him.

"Qingyuanfang Market will open up some shops for rent and sale.

If you are interested, you can go to Duobao to purchase it in one month."

"A month later? I'll go back and prepare the spirit stones!"

Awakened by Fang Yi's words, most of the people who had reached the foundation-building stage and the clan leaders of various tribes had fiery looks in their eyes.

With a Jindan Zhenren as its backer and a master in the late foundation-building stage in charge, the Qingyuan Market has a bright future.

At that time, a shop in Qingyuan Market will be a treasure trove that can produce spirit stones.

Several foundation-building cultivators looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. The atmosphere in the market suddenly became hot and noisy.

"Master Fang, I wonder what the requirements are for purchasing this shop?"

"If it's rented, how many years will the legal deed last?"

"Fellow Daoist Fang, is the cave house in the market for sale?"

Fang Yi stretched out his hand and pressed it, and Qingyuanfang instantly became quiet.

"As for the matters concerning Qingyuanfang, I will discuss them with you after I have sorted out the beginning and the end."

After saying this, under the eager gazes of many cultivators, Fang Yi picked up the Seven Rings, turned into a green light, and rushed into the yellow sand formation on the Duobao Pavilion.

Qingyuan Market was only established a year ago and there is still a lot of work to be done.

Apart from the Qingmu Soul-Nourishing Array that guarded the market town and the Green Bamboo Garden at the center of the spiritual vein, there was no empty cave.
A grayish yellow wind blew, and Fang Yi stood in the air, concealing his body with a relaxed expression.

In his dark eyes, two battlefields were reflected, where the monks were fighting fiercely.

Yang Xuanyi activated a brown gem, and under Lu Wen's sinister gaze, he used the Thunder Hammer, which was wrapped in lightning, to create circular marks of varying sizes.

Fang Yi's eyes showed admiration.

"Yang Xuanyi is indeed a disciple of the Jindan True Person. He fought one against two and suppressed two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Fang Yi did not intervene, but only revealed his own plant energy slightly.

Xue Shan and Lu Wen have been forced into a desperate situation. If they intervene rashly, they will inevitably be suspected of seizing opportunities from others.

He turned his gaze and looked at Qin Yu and Huo Zhao.

"That's not bad."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the green light gathered, and he used the Five Lotus Qi-Nourishing Method.

Lotus flowers as warm and smooth as jade fall down, and the qi sea in the dantian is nourished, and the magic power is quickly restored.

Qin Yu's face showed excitement.

"Master!"

"Well! The cultivators who were causing trouble in Qingyuanfang have been sent away by me.

True Man Qing Sui of the White Bone Sect was also suppressed by Uncle Jiu Han.

You and Zhao'er grew up in Qingzhi Tower. Although you have some experience, you lack experience in fighting."

The finger gestures in Fang Yi's sleeves changed, and a faint aura of decay spread from his sleeves.

Mu Dao Illusion Technique: Wan Ye Fei Hua Jue.

Hou Jie was in a trance, feeling only the evil energy surging in his chest, and the dark green Soul-Shocking Thorn became more and more cunning.

Fang Yi continued to transmit the message.

"Yu'er, this cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building has a cultivation level that's neither too high nor too low, just right for you two to practice with."

Qin Yu nodded slightly. With Fang Yi backing him up, he had nothing to worry about. The magic in his hands was no longer focused on delaying.

With a touch of his fingertips, the vitality of the plants gathered and three dark spirit seeds were thrown out.

"Crack!"

The dark skin cracked, and in an instant, several purple vines with barbs, like poisonous snakes, attacked Hou Jie.

Looking at the purple light on the vines, Fang Yi showed satisfaction.

"Using the seeds of the second-level low-grade spiritual plant, the Blood Vine Technique, the power is greatly increased.
It is not far from the second-level medium-grade spell.

Furthermore, the seeds of this iron vine should be boiled with some magical medicine."

Fang Yi sniffed and smelled a hint of herbal fragrance.

"Second-level low-grade spiritual medicine Baiqi Yangshen Ointment?

good! good! "

Fang Yi looked delighted.

Astragalus Nourishing Mind Paste is a rare second-grade nourishing elixir. It nourishes the soul and replenishes vital energy when taken by cultivators.

But after taking the Baiqi Nourishing Spirit Paste, after an hour, due to the nourishment of the elixir, the soul will gradually become lazy and the magic power will flow slowly.

On ordinary days, the cave is protected by the formation and restrictions, so it is not a problem.

But in the battle of magic, the monks fight to the death, risking their lives, not to mention for an hour.

A quarter of an hour!

Breathe!
Both are fatal.

"Snapped!"

The long purple vine whipped down, Hou Jie frowned slightly, and the Jingshen Spear drew a dark green arc, cutting the vine into seven or eight pieces.

The colorless and odorless medicinal power slowly spread out.

"Oops! There's something...wrong with this blood vine technique."

Hou Jie was in a trance.

"Opportunity!" Qin Yu's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly spread the word. "Junior brother, take action!"

Huo Zhao spotted the flaw, and the blade of the black gold three-pointed knife in his hand flashed with cold light, and he stretched out like a poisonous dragon.

"Boom!"

The robe was torn and blood splattered everywhere.

"It's over!" Qin Yu and Huo Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the black gold three-pointed knife piercing through their chests.

With his five internal organs destroyed and his meridians broken, he would surely die from such injuries.

"If you want me to die, don't even think about having an easy life!"

A sharp pain came from his chest, and his life force was fading away. Hou Jie woke up in shock with a hideous look on his face.

"Buzz!"

A green rune appeared on his soul, and Hou Jie tried his best to make his soul explode, and two ghosts shot out.

"Hmm? Not good! Junior Brother Huo, be careful!"

Qin Yu practices the art of spiritual medicine and acts cautiously.

Moreover, the [Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra] was helpful together with the soul, and Huo Zhao discovered the Soul-Shocking Thorn a moment earlier.

The Green Lotus Flag rolled up, and green lotuses bloomed and withered, blocking a soul-stirring thorn.

"Spiritual magic? Damn it, this bastard has a hidden trick up his sleeve!"

In a split second, Huo Zhao was unable to mobilize his magic power and could only shield himself with his arms.

The runes on the bronze armor flowed, protecting itself and creating a thick light curtain.

"call out!"

The emerald green Soul-Shocking Spear flashed by and was about to hit Huo Zhao.

Fang Yi's voice of disappointment was heard.

"The road to immortality is rugged and dangerous. You must proceed with caution. How many times have I mentioned this?"

"Master!" Huo Zhao's face was filled with surprise. "Master, save me!"

"Humph!"

Fang Yi snorted coldly, his mind surged, the runes of the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword flowed in the sea of ​​qi in his dantian, and a dark blue streak flew out.

The secret technique of the soul: the Xuanyin Divine Sword!

"Zheng!"

A dark blue light flashed, and the Soul-Shocking Spear was split in two, leaving only one-fifth of the thorn tip, which pierced into Huo Zhao's soul.

"hiss!"

Huo Zhao's face was distorted and he groaned in pain.

"Junior Brother Huo!" Qin Yu showed concern on his face, and the magic power surged at his fingertips, and he was about to use the Qinglian Spirit-nourishing Energy.

"Qinglian nourishes the spirit? Yu'er, stop!"

Fang Yi waved his five fingers, and rays of green light gathered together. He flipped his palm and a large green wooden handprint fell.

Dust flew up as a jade-colored hand with distinct joints pressed Qin Yu into the ground.

Fang Yi said calmly.

“Don’t rush to consume the essence of the Green Water and Blue Lotus Flag to perform the secret technique.

The cultivator self-destructed his soul, and the Soul-Shocking Stab he unleashed was hit by my Xuanyin Divine Sword, which reduced its power by 90%.

The power dropped from the middle grade of the second level to the upper grade of the first level. For those who have established their foundation, it will only take some time to recover.

Zhao'er is thick-skinned and reckless, and he should be taught a lesson! "

Under the ground, Qin Yu swept his mind and saw that although Huo Zhao's face was ferocious, his spirit and energy were stable and his foundation was not damaged.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart was filled with anger.

“Junior Brother Huo, Master has taught us many times that we must not be at ease until the cultivator dies.

You didn't record even a single detail in your mind?"

"Gulu!"

The pain in his sea of ​​consciousness eased slightly, and he saw Fang Yi and Qin Yu staring at him sinisterly.

Huo Zhao shuddered and swallowed subconsciously.

"Master, Senior Brother, please listen to my explanation!"

"explain!?"

Qin Yusen smiled coldly, and a vine flew out from his sleeve, binding Huo Zhao, who was trembling with fear and dared not resist.

"Master, I will take Junior Brother Huo back to the cave and give him a good lesson!"

Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something, then looked at Qin Yu and Huo Zhao who were exchanging glances.

"Go ahead. I'll keep an eye on your great-grandmaster Yang Xuanyi's place. The dust has settled in Qingyuan Market not far away.

You two should cultivate yourself well."

"Yes, Master, I'll take my leave!" Qin Yu bowed.

A quarter of an hour later.

"die!"

The brown gem fell and shattered the Thunder Hammer and the Ghost Head Knife, which were covered with cracks and whose magic restrictions were beginning to break.

Yang Xuan's clothes fluttered as he watched Xue Shan and Lu Wen being beaten into a pulp, his face filled with joy.

"How dare you, a lowly fellow, challenge Xuanyang Mountain?"

Fang Yi glanced at the two Foundation Establishment Masters who were transformed into meat paste with their soul energy overflowing, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The souls and bodies of the two cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building activated the bone-scraping wind and blood coagulation techniques.

At least three second-grade low-grade spiritual objects can be condensed to refine human puppets and nourish the soul.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and activated the secret medical technique: the Five Lotus Qi Nourishing Method, to restore Yang Xuanyi's magic power and heal his hidden injuries.

"I'd like to thank Master Yang for his help this time."

"Hu!" Green mist fell and Yang Xuan exhaled a breath of foul air.

Feel the misty spiritual light evolving from the Wulian Qi-nourishing Method, which nourishes the body like a warm spiritual spring.

The pain in the meridians caused by excessive use of magic power also dissipated quickly.

Yang Xuanyi stretched lazily, looking comfortable.

“Well, Junior-Martial Brother Fang Yi, your medical skills make you the most respected in Xuanyang Mountain.

This Duobao Pavilion was originally the property of my Xuanyang Mountain, and some short-sighted cultivators took action against it.

Junior-Martial Brother Fang and I are from the same lineage, and Brother Qijie has helped me a lot, so it's only natural for me to lend a hand."

Yang Xuanyi swept across the sky above the market town, and the azure cold air had completely suppressed the thick leaden clouds that gathered the yin energy.

He hesitated for a moment.

“It just so happens that I have a request, and I wonder if Brother Qijie could lend me a hand.

After this battle, I have gained some insights into the art of formations."

"This is simple."

Fang Yi picked up the flesh of the sleeping silver-white beast, shook it with his hand and threw it away.

Throw the silver-white little beast into Yang Xuanyi's arms.

"Xiao Qi, Uncle Yang wants to see you!"

"Hum!"

Qijie looked at Fang Yi with sleepy eyes and contempt, then showed helplessness, somersaulted on all fours, and stood on top of Yang Xuanyi.

Above Qingyuanfang Market.

The crystal clear Ice Soul Sword emitted a cold light, slashing out sword beams.

Looking at Master Qingsui who was being suppressed and had almost no power to fight back, Master Jiuhan curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Qing Sui, I told you long ago to let Chi Ming come.

You? Not qualified! "

"Now, how many more swords can you take from me?"

"Ah!"

True Man Qing Sui snorted coldly, and saw all the information about the auras of several hidden hands in Qing Yuan Market.

He was speechless.

'The descendants of Jiuqu Old Ghost are also trash!

Despite their unintentional actions, several forces joined forces and were defeated miserably!

True Man Qing Sui wanted to leave.

After several fights, he was no match for Master Jiuhan, and it would be harmful rather than beneficial to continue like this.

"Wow!"

The magic power of Master Qing Sui surged like the tide, and hundreds of ghostly pale sword lights slashed down.

He immediately transformed into a ray of dark light and escaped, his hoarse voice rang out.

"Jiuhan, I admit defeat this time. Xuanyang Mountain holds the lion's share of Fengling Immortal City's dark market business!"

"Want to go?"

True Man Jiuhan waved his sleeves, and a talisman surrounded by cold air fell down. The spiritual light on the talisman flowed, and a ray of icy light was shot out.

"Crack! Click!"

The crystal clear ice crystals spread rapidly, freezing the quasi-third-level bone demon in a few breaths.

"Ah!"

Looking at the escaping True Man Qing Sui, True Man Jiu Han sneered and then turned into a beam of light and fell down.

evening.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky and the autumn wind is blowing.

In Qingyuan Market and Bizhu Garden, bamboo shadows sway and string music plays leisurely.

Dozens of beautiful girls with graceful figures twisted their waists and sang and danced gracefully.

Fang Yi stood up, bowed, and spoke respectfully.

“Thank you, Uncle Jiuhan, for your help this time!
If it weren't for my uncle's help, I wouldn't have been able to survive in Qingyuan Market, let alone save my life."

"It's just a small matter. The opening of the Qingyuan Dark Market will bring great benefits to our sect, and I agree with it.

But Qing Sui has no shame at all. I don't know what's wrong with him. He attacks a Foundation Establishment junior with the dignity of a Jindan True Person!"

True Man Jiuhan pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to signal the beautiful girl who was singing and dancing in the bamboo forest to leave.

Then he pointed his fingertips, steam rose, the power of the ice spirit gathered, and crystal clear icicles meandered out and connected with each other.

Within a few breaths, runes on an ice house jumped and fell upside down like a bronze tripod.

Seeing this, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and a ray of green wood spiritual light shot out.

A spiritual seed fell, and after a few breaths, a lush wooden table with the fragrance of Ganoderma lucidum grew out from the ground.

"Uncle Master, please!"

Fang Yi took out a pot of spiritual wine and several spiritual dishes from his storage bag.

The amber wine splashed everywhere and flowed into the jade cup, exuding the aroma of wine.

True Man Jiuhan held a cup of spiritual wine in his slender five fingers.

"Chiliu."

Feeling the hot alcohol in his stomach and spreading throughout his body, he squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Kang family's amber burning? Junior Brother Fang is really thoughtful."

"I have received such a favor from my uncle, but it is just a pot of spiritual wine, which is what my nephew should do."

Fang Yi took out two more pots of spirit wine from the storage bag.

The Kang family of Chiquan Mountain has been passed down for more than 500 years and is a famous winemaker in the Dayun cultivation world.

These three pots of Amber Roast are all second-grade high-quality spirit wines with excellent taste.

One pot costs eight hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the value of three pots is no less than that of ordinary top-grade magic weapons.

This kind of spiritual wine can replenish vitality and increase cultivation.

But compared with the price and taste, only the Jindan Zhenren of each sect can afford to enjoy it.

"Zi Liu."

True Man Jiuhan drank a pot of spiritual wine and looked at Fang Yi who was serving him food, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Fang, you have already entered the seventh level of foundation building and have earned a place in the sect.

At your age, you can cultivate the seeds of the Dan for me at Xuanyang Mountain."

True Man Jiuhan considered for a moment and gave some advice.

“You don’t have to worry about the Qingyuan Dark Market.

After this attack, the old ghost Qingsui was injured in his vitality, and I left behind only one of his natal demon gods.

No, I won’t dare to embarrass you, the younger generation, anymore.”

“Uncle Master, Qing Sui Zhenren finally condensed the True Pill, even if he couldn’t make a move.

There are also fake Dan Zhenren in the White Bone Sect."

Fang Yi looked troubled, as if worried about his own safety.

"Do it?"

True Man Jiuhan sneered.

"The incident at the Qingyuan Dark Market only accounted for 50% of the reason why that old monster took action this time.

The remaining 50% is to test the foundation of Xuanyang Mountain.

If we lose this time, we won’t make another move for decades.

Of course, the matter of wiping out the Dark Market ends here!"

"Testing the foundation of Xuanyang Mountain?
The four Jindan masters in the sect, Uncle Tianque, Uncle Hu Lei, Grandmaster Guangsheng, and you, have all been in Jindan for at least a hundred years.

What's the point of trying this?"

Fang Yi looked puzzled.

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

Xuanyang Mountain is the number one force in Dayun's immortal cultivation world, but after Xiao Changce condensed his elixir, he needed to hide his cultivation and bide his time.

The plan must be extremely great and profound.

In the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World, there is no force that can threaten Daoxuanyang Mountain.

So, there are only two possibilities left.

The beast tide in the Qingyun Mountains and the forces in the Dayu Kingdom next to the Dayun Kingdom.

"Is it because of the beast tide?" Fang Yi asked tentatively.

True Man Jiuhan chuckled, hinting at something.

"Junior Brother Fang, your cultivation is still too low, you need to practice hard in the next few days.

If you can complete your foundation building within sixty years, we will give you a great opportunity!"

"A great opportunity?" Fang Yi looked puzzled. "Uncle Jiuhan, what exactly is this opportunity?"

"Haha, you can't say that! You can't say that!"

True Man Jiuhan picked up a bottle of Amber Wine.

"I am about to leave as well. Calculating the time, True Man Jiuqu from Fengling Fairy City is about to return from Sudu Mountain.

With that old guy's violent temper, if he knew what I did to Fengling Fairy City.

No, that old guy must have known about it."

True Man Jiuhan took a step forward, transformed into a ray of azure light, and sped away.

"Junior Brother Fang, practice well and remember to complete your foundation building within sixty years."

"Jiuzi has reached the perfect foundation-building stage?"

Fang Yi frowned, and used his magic power to activate the [Plum Blossom Divination], hoping to gain something.

The hexagonal cold shadow flows in the void.

After a few breaths, Han Mei's shadow collapsed and Fang Yi got nothing.

"My divination skills have already reached the quasi-second level, yet I don't have any clue about this?"

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like an ancient cold pond, with no bottom to be seen.

"The Quasi-Fourth-Level Spiritual Vein has completed its foundation building in the past sixty years. There is an extraordinary opportunity for the Beast Tide, the Yu Kingdom Fire Worship Sect, the Medicine King Valley, and the entanglement within the sect."

Fang Yi pinched his eyebrows, as if thinking about something.

"If it is really as I guessed, this Dayun Immortal Cultivation World will be bustling.
The wind rises like a green duckweed."

Bizhuyuan, east wing.

Huo Zhao sat cross-legged in a green spiritual pool.

On the sandalwood table in the northeast corner of the wing room, in a bronze censer with an animal head, three second-grade low-quality incense sticks were smoking.

Qin Yu looked at Huo Zhao, whose aura was rising, and tried to persuade him earnestly.

"Junior brother, Master has taught you and me many times that the path to immortality is difficult and arduous. If you want to go further, you must act with caution.

How come you don’t remember anything during the day?
This time, I can save you one more time.

What about next time?
The master was refining a spiritual medicine, and it happened that a physical cultivator was testing the medicine.

If you continue like this, it will be your own fault! "

"Test medicine?"

Thinking of the painful experiences in the past, Huo Zhao shuddered and his face was full of smiles.

"Brother, you can't watch me jump into the fire pit!"

"Fire pit? What fire pit?!" A familiar voice came from outside the room.

"Master!" Huo Zhao's face turned bitter, and he looked at Qin Yu as if asking for help.

"I've met Master."

Qin Yu looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose. After bowing, he remained silent.

"Yu'er, you really care about your junior brother."

Fang Yi chuckled and took out a jade bottle from his sleeve. He tilted the jade bottle and the brown spiritual liquid poured into the jade pool.

“This Red Rock Soul Refining Liquid that Master has just refined, although it is only of the second-grade mid-grade, is very beneficial to the soul.

It’s just a side effect, it’s a bit painful.”

"Ok!"

Looking at Huo Zhao's clenched fists and the bulging veins on his forehead, Qin Yu ignored his pleading eyes.

Fang Yi changed the subject.

"Yu'er, I will be responsible for Zhao'er's spiritual injuries.

Duobao Pavilion will be renting or selling a shop in a month. Time is tight. You need to be meticulous and work hard to come up with a set of rules."

"Master, Junior Brother Huo was also careless for a moment!" Qin Yu said.

"A momentary oversight?
How many times has this happened?" Fang Yi waved his hand, and a green streak of light flung Qin Yu out of the room.

"Time and again, he has taken advantage of the [Erjiu Xuan Gong] to be tough and reckless, acting without scruples.

If he doesn't learn a lesson, the next time you see him, he might be a demon puppet in the hands of a White Bone Sect monk."

"Oh!"

Looking at the closed door and the soundproof barrier on it, Qin Yu looked helpless.

"Junior brother, you're on your own."

Two years later.

Qingyuan Market.

Twelve green rays of light rose from the sky, and an old monk with a hunched back struck out one Dragon-Fixing Stake after another.

(End of this chapter)