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

Chapter 503: Joining forces to seek spiritual veins and waiting for the east wind to arrive ( words long chapter)
"Third-level spiritual veins?"

Xu Qingshe remained silent.

Holding the [True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension] in his hand, he naturally knew why Fang Yi was seeking spiritual veins.

The third-level spirit seed is used to refine the foundation of Taoism, which is definitely not something that the second-level spirit vein can provide.

Only those with quasi-third-level spiritual veins or above and spiritual energy transformation are qualified.

The third-level spiritual vein is the lifeblood of each sect's Jindan Zhenren.

Descendants may die, favors may be owed, and a third-level spiritual vein can never be lent out, so how could a foundation-building cultivator be qualified to obtain it?

Xu Qingshe shook his head slightly.

"Brother Fang, although there is a third-order low-grade spiritual vein in Sudu Mountain.

There are also several quasi-third-level spiritual veins extending out.

But the third-level spiritual veins are precious and are full of legal prohibitions.

There are Master Hu Lei from the sect, Master Jiu Qu from Feng Ling Fairy City, and Master Lan Yan from Bi Shui Pavilion.

With three Jindan masters in charge, we foundation-building cultivators don’t have to dream about it anymore.

If it is a quasi-third-level cave dwelling, Junior Brother will sacrifice his dignity and use his connections to gain a better chance of getting it."

Xu Qingshe's face was heavy, and the joy of obtaining the secret method of refining the foundation of Taoism, [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension], quickly dissipated.

Although the secret method is wonderful, it must be successfully activated in order to improve the quality of the Tao foundation and benefit the Tao path.

Third-level fire spirit seeds, spirit veins, as well as real water and spirit soil for planting and cultivating the spirit seeds.

If Xu Qingshe were a quasi-third-level alchemist with a wealthy fortune, even if he obtained the secret technique, he would have to put it aside like those poor foundation-building masters.

"A quasi-third-level cave dwelling can only be used for cultivation. Without spiritual veins and spiritual eyes, it is of little use for cultivating the [Spiritual Root Ascension True Chapter]."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

A quasi-third-level spiritual vein involves spiritual fields, spiritual lands, spiritual springs, and caves. It is worlds apart from a cave of the same level.

"Is it possible to obtain that quasi-third-level spiritual vein?"

Fang Yi had no hope for the third-level spiritual vein of Sudu Mountain.

"Junior Brother Xu, the third-grade low-grade spiritual vein in Dadu Immortal City is used to fight against the beast tide.

A Feng Shui master took action, drawing out several quasi-third-level spiritual veins and setting up magical restrictions, using the identity of his junior brother, a quasi-third-level alchemist.

If you and I join forces, we should be qualified to occupy a quasi-spiritual vein."

"I am qualified, but there are no spare spiritual veins." Xu Qingshe looked helpless.

"The ancient city of Dadu is the front line of our human race's battle against demonic beasts, and it is also the most tragic place.

In order to attract the fake Dan Zhenren to contribute, the spiritual vein has been advanced to the third level lower grade for more than a hundred years.

Every quasi-third-level spiritual vein has been occupied by the fake Dan Zhenren, who regards them as treasures and has painstakingly cultivated them for hundreds of years. There are no telling how many fierce and severe prohibitions are placed on them.

My senior brother is a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor, and I am also a quasi-third-level alchemist, qualified to occupy the spiritual vein.

But no matter how many arts a cultivator has, he is ultimately no match for the fake elixir cultivator.

Moreover, there are no more vacant spiritual veins in the ancient city of Dadu."

Xu Qingshe pressed his eyebrows, feeling quite a headache.

Only a fake elixir cultivator can occupy a quasi-third-level spiritual vein.

If you cannot occupy a quasi-third-level spiritual vein, you will not be able to upgrade your Dao foundation.

The third-level spirit seeds are extremely rare, and this [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension] is also a rare inheritance of ancient witchcraft.

Any leak will inevitably lead to the involvement of the fake Dan Zhenren, causing many twists and turns.

"As long as you are qualified!"

A cold look flashed across Fang Yi's eyes.

He is determined to obtain the quasi-third-level spiritual vein!
[The True Chapter of Spiritual Roots' Ascension to Dao] Refining withered and flourishing spiritual seeds involves improving the quality of one's Dao foundation.

The more stable your foundation and the deeper your background, the fewer bottlenecks you will encounter in future practice, and the smoother your path to immortality will be.

Anyone who hinders his practice is his mortal enemy.

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Junior Brother Xu, do you know the specific information about the fake Dan Zhenren who occupies the quasi-third-level spiritual vein in the ancient city of Dadu?
Is there anyone nearing the end of his lifespan?"

"Hmm" Xu Qingshe fell into deep thought and looked at Fang Yi meaningfully.

"Junior brother usually spends his days in seclusion refining elixirs, so he doesn't know much about the fake elixir masters in Dadu Ancient City.
However, it seems that he is not a fake Dan Zhenren, and his life span is almost over."

Xu Qingshe pushed the yellow mud slab, which was filled with wild energy, in front of Fang Yi.

“I have recorded this secret method in my heart. Brother, please keep this inheritance.

Brother, please wait a few years. I have been refining elixirs in Sudu Mountain for many years and have some connections.

It's not difficult to find out the background of these fake Dan Zhenren after a little investigation."

Xu Qingshe's tone was slightly cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He had evolved a seven-layer foundation-building platform in his Dantian Qi Sea, and his foundation was solid, so he was not beyond improvement.

He also didn't want to miss the opportunity to improve his foundation in Taoism.

"Brother, should we recruit someone else? After all, he is a fake Dan Zhenren, and he has great magical powers."

"No need." Fang Yi said.

“Not to mention that third-level spirit seeds are hard to come by, the spiritual objects needed to nurture them are also extremely rare. How many foundation-building masters have such wealth?

There are many people with such wealth who have reached the foundation-building stage and have spent such a huge price just to ascend to the next level of the Dharma platform."

Fang Yi said meaningfully.

"Junior Brother Xu, a quasi-third-level spiritual vein contains the essence. According to the records in the [Spiritual Root Ascension True Chapter], it is enough to perform three secret techniques.

To be on the safe side, we need to leave some margin."

“Is it safe?”

After a moment of hesitation, Xu Qingshe nodded slightly.

“What Senior Brother said makes sense, as it involves the Dao foundation level and the quasi-third-level spiritual veins.

You and I should act more cautiously."

Xu Qingshe stood up and waved his sleeves. The furnace of heaven and earth filled with fire vibrated and turned into a red light that penetrated into his sleeves.

"disease!"

A red flying boat appeared under his feet.

"Brother, I will return to Dadu Ancient City first. Please wait for my news."

The flying boat soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Fang Yi glanced at the jade teapot containing ice spring root on the stone table, with a look of helplessness on his face, and he shook his head slightly.

"Are all Fire Dao cultivators so impulsive? I've seen Xiao Changce is very scheming, but he's not like that, is he?

The dry air has infected my soul, but is there still some lingering residue? That would save me a can of spiritual tea.
Hmm. You didn't ask me about the third-level spirit seed. Junior Brother Xu already knows the whereabouts of the third-level fire spirit seed."

"boom!"

The red flying boat sped across the sky again, and in the blink of an eye, it hovered above the Bizhu Garden.

A red cloud rolled up, and the jade teapot in the stone pavilion was swept away.

"I almost forgot about the spiritual tea that my senior brother made."

"Brother, I'll go ahead."

As soon as Xu Qingshe finished speaking, a strong wind blew, and the red flying boat turned into a beam of light and sped away.

Above the red flying boat, a bronze ring was suspended in the air, and the shadow of Old Chen's soul was looming.

With a little curiosity, 'Mr. Chen' asked.

"Xu boy, why did you leave Bizhu Garden so quickly this time?
In the past, you would have stayed for a month or two, tasted all the delicacies cooked by that housekeeper named Gu, and then packed them up to take away. How could you have left so easily?"

Xu Qingshe laughed, and his spiritual consciousness surged out.

"Mr. Chen, I got a great opportunity this time from Senior Brother Fang."

"Great opportunity?

Oh, I still don't understand these secretive Shou Xiu
If they can.”

"Hmm? This secret method?" Secret texts emerged in his mind, and 'Old Chen's' face froze.

"Ancient witchcraft inheritance?

The method of improving the foundation of Taoism. Your Dayun Immortal Cultivation Realm is located in a remote area. Where did you dig out this secret method?

Your Dayun Immortal Cultivation World is really quite strange."

"Your senior brother Fang rarely considers you."

Xu Qingshe's lips curled slightly, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen, as I said before, if you put yourself in someone else's shoes, you will eventually meet someone who shares your ideals."

"Have you forgotten the fellow disciples who harmed you before?"

Old Chen's soul flashed and entered the bronze ring.

The hoarse words penetrated into Xu Qingshe's ears along with the strong wind.

"The reason Fang Yi is able to share this opportunity with you this time is probably because of the spiritual vein.

Xu boy, don't be careless."

Xu Qingshe released a burst of magic power, and the flying boat under his feet accelerated by several points again.

"Mr. Chen, this is enough.
The way of immortality is to be private. It is rare to have one or two good friends to support each other.
Hey, my senior brother and I have a good understanding.

Senior Brother didn't ask me about the spirit seed, probably because he knew I was confident of obtaining a third-level spirit seed."

Qingyuan Market, evening.

The silver moon was hanging high in the sky, and Yang Xuanyi, covered in moonlight, walked into the Bizhu Garden.

The pungent smell of burning mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees penetrated into the nostrils.

Yang Xuanyi's eyes swept across the withered grass and the newly grown spiritual bamboo.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, who did you fight with?"

Beside the lotus pond, Fang Yi held a small silver-white animal in his arms with a smile on his face.

With a touch of the fingertips, a long green vine snaked out and turned into an ancient rattan table.

A green light swept across, and the aroma of wine filled the air. A pot of spiritual wine, two jade cups, and more than ten spiritual dishes were placed on the rattan wooden table.

"Uncle Yang misunderstood. Junior Brother Xu Qingshe came to visit during the day, and I was itching to show off my skills a bit."

"Xu Qingshe? The second-level, upper-grade great alchemist?"

Yang Xuanyi seemed to be thinking about something.

"I wonder why Junior Brother Fang asked me to come here so late at night?"

"Uncle Master Xuanyi, do you still remember the matter of the third-level spirit seed?" Fang Yi said.

"After my nephew advanced to the seventh level of foundation building, his cultivation progress was slow due to the quality of his foundation. He wanted to practice the [Soul Cleansing Method].
Uncle Zhang Hengyi once said that he had obtained a third-level spirit seed from the Green Vine Black-armored Turtle Clan in Sudu Mountain.

"[Soul Cleansing Method]?"

Yang Xuanyi seemed to be thinking about something.

The [Soul Cleansing Method] that has been passed down for thousands of years in Xuanyang Mountain uses the pure spiritual energy contained in high-level spiritual materials to cleanse the body's magic power.

It is a common method used by people who have built their foundation to break through bottlenecks.

Apart from the huge consumption of spirit stones, it has almost no disadvantages.

"Junior Brother Fang, are you trying to borrow the wood spiritual energy refined by the growth of third-level spiritual plants to refine your magic power?

Considering my nephew's wealth, this method is quite suitable.

but"

Yang Xuanyi took the jade cup handed to him by Fang Yi and drank the amber wine in one gulp.

"Chiliu."

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

"Great wine! Amber wine from the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain? Junior Brother Fang is really thoughtful."

Yang Xuanyi poured himself a drink, seeming to have some concerns.

He was quite familiar with the Dao foundation of Fang Yi, the great spiritual doctor, and his Dao foundation was of the lower grade that had evolved into the third level of the magic platform.

Master Guangsheng also felt quite sorry for such qualifications.

If it is a mid-level Taoist foundation, with Fang Yi's medical talent potentially reaching the third level, Xuanyang Mountain will definitely give his all to help him condense the fake pill.

unfortunately
After all, it is just a low-grade Taoist foundation.

Yang Xuanyi shook his head slightly in his heart.

Fang Yi was able to cultivate to the seventh level of foundation building in about two decades.

Ninety percent of the reason was that he was in charge of Qingzhi Tower in his early years. Because of the cold poison incident in the Hanling Secret Realm, he sold elixirs to dispel cold and made a lot of spirit stones.

Afterwards, he took charge of the Examination Pavilion and opened up the Qingyuan Market. In terms of wealth alone, he was also well-known for his wealth among the great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

Moreover, Fang Yi has a good friend who is a top-grade second-level alchemist, so he has no shortage of elixirs.

Now, it is most likely due to erysipelas congestion and reaching a bottleneck, which is also quite normal.

“However, Junior-Martial Brother Fang, the leader of the Green Vine Black-Armored Turtle clan is a quasi-third-rank beast king.

Trying to seize the spirit seed by force is extremely dangerous."

Yang Xuanyi began to persuade.

With Fang Yi's cultivation level of the seventh level of foundation building, no matter what he did, he could not be a match for a quasi-third-level monster.

If you act rashly, you may easily lose your life and property.

"Junior Brother Fang, when cultivators like me hit a bottleneck, we don't necessarily need to use high-level spiritual objects to refine our magic power.

My junior brother, a cultivator with the Wood Spiritual Root, is proficient in the ways of spiritual medicine, good at maintaining health, and has a long lifespan. Why bother to compete for supremacy? "

Fang Yi spoke softly.

"Uncle Xuanyi, if I follow what you said, how confident am I in condensing the True Pill?"

"Condensing the true pill?"

Yang Xuanyi's pupils trembled violently, as if he had not expected that Fang Yi would have such an ignorant idea.

"Junior Brother Fang, did I hear wrongly?
Condensing the true elixir?

"Master, do you know how many cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain have been able to condense true elixirs over the past thousand years?"

"If I remember correctly, within the thousand years of our sect, there have been seventeen Jindan Zhenren statues, including the plaques enshrined in the ancestral hall."

"Since you know this, Master Fang, you should understand how difficult it is to condense a true pill."

Yang Xuan's eyes widened.

"In Xuanyang Mountain, there are at least two thousand foundation-building masters who have forged the foundation of their Dao through thousands of years of inheritance.

There are only seventeen Jindan Zhenren who have condensed the true elixir and enjoyed five hundred years of freedom.

If we take one out of a hundred, there will be more than seventeen Jindan Zhenren."

Taking a deep breath and glancing at the silver-white little beast in Fang Yi's arms, Yang Xuanyi comforted him.

"Master Fang, don't have any more delusions.

Although the [Soul Cleansing Method] inherited by the sect is mysterious, it can only allow the nephew's cultivation to break through to the ninth level of foundation building.

Afterwards, with his nephew's foundation of Taoism, even if he used third-order spiritual plants to cleanse his origin, his foundation of Taoism would still be stable.

Not to mention refining a true pill, even refining a fake pill is almost impossible."

Although Yang Xuanyi felt a little reluctant, he still spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang, none of the fake Dan Zhenren in our sect have a low-grade Dao foundation, let alone a Jindan Zhenren."

"Uncle Yang, I won't accept this!"

The energy in Fang Yi's body surged, and the energy of the seventh level of foundation building gushed out.

“In the past thousand years, there have been seventeen Jindan Zhenren in our sect, but the Jade Pearl Zhenren of the Bishui Pavilion established his foundation with a low-grade Dao foundation?
Is there any special kind of true person who has achieved the Jindan stage?

If Master Yuzhu can do it, why can't I?"

Fang Yi bowed and spoke earnestly, "Uncle Master Yang, please help me!"

"You" Yang Xuanyi sighed in his heart.

Although the Jade Pearl Immortal of the Bishui Pavilion achieved enlightenment through a low-grade foundation, her Dharma body was special, that of a female Taoist.

He even took the nourishment from a fake elixir master before he could condense the real elixir.

How can this be compared with Fang Yi's inferior Taoist foundation?
But General Fang Yi's eyes showed determination and he had made up his mind. In the end, he did not refuse.

"Forget it. Since Junior Brother Fang has made up his mind, I will not be the bad guy in vain."

Yang Xuanyi took out a jade slip from his storage bag and poured his spiritual consciousness into it.

After an incense stick of time, he pushed the jade slip into Fang Yi's arms and put half a pot of burning amber into his arms.

“The information about the Green Vine Black-armored Turtle that Senior Brother Hengyi and I know is all in it.

My formation skills have already reached the second-level mid-grade level, and I want to return to Xuanyang Mountain to pay a visit to my master.

Take care, Master Fang! "

Yang Xuan bowed his head and spoke sincerely.

"I hope that my nephew will get his wish and add another Jindan Zhenren to Xuanyang Mountain."

After saying that, Yang Xuanyi ignored Fang Yi's attempts to keep him and turned into a beam of light and left.

After Yang Xuanyi disappeared into the sky, Fang Yi smiled slightly. "Then the Jindan masters in the sect should know that I have developed the 'Jiandan delusion'."

Next, it’s about the spiritual veins in Dadu Mountain.”

Fang Yi's eyes were deep as he cast out three jade talismans.

Clouds rolled, vapor rose, and the jade talisman transformed into an elegant cloud crane with azure feathers.

"Wow!"

The cloud crane flapped its long wings and flew towards Xuanyang Mountain, Sudu Mountain and Fengling Fairy City respectively.

“Although Junior Brother Xu is a quasi-third-level alchemist, he still doesn’t have a Jindan master to rely on.

Spiritual veins are precious and require a multi-pronged approach.

Fortunately, after years of practicing medicine and treating people with kindness, I have some human touch."

The bright sun rises in the east and the silver moon sets in the west. Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fengling Fairy City.

In the Lanyue Tower and the Baohua Garden, flowers are in full bloom and water is gurgling.

The fragrance of the luxurious purple peony is faint, the green lotus leaves are swaying, and the pink peach blossom petals are falling.
'A letter from the master?'

A plump female cultivator, wearing a robe with golden silk and colorful flowers, her golden hair swayed and her jade pendant jingled.

'I don't know why.'

Master Chunyue was talking and laughing as he strolled among the pavilions and waterside terraces with a monk with a young face and a powerful aura.

Dozens of young servants and beautiful maids followed behind the two men, some holding incense burners and some carrying spirit boxes.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, I have something important to attend to, so I'll go ahead.

Fellow Daoist, rest assured, the Jiuqu lineage has a deep foundation, and the Lanyue Tower only wants to keep to its own place and not add to the trouble."

Xia Zhengbai wore a black lotus crown on his head, a royal blue robe with wide sleeves and cloud patterns, and held a silver whisk in his hand, waving it freely.

Looking at the graceful and elegant female cultivator in the foundation-building stage in front of him, admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Chunyue, are you really not going to consider this?
I know you are good friends with Fang Yi from Xuanyang Mountain.

But if you are not doing this for Lanyue Tower, you should also consider your own path."

Xia Zhengbai had tried to persuade him many times, but Master Chunyue was as calm as a gentle breeze, without any ripples.

He frowned slightly, suppressing his dissatisfaction.
"Fellow Daoist Chunyue, Fang Yi is only at the lower level of Dao foundation. Although he has opened up the Qingyuan Market, it is only a temporary success.

In the future, let alone condensing a true elixir and enjoying a lifespan of 500 years, even condensing a fake elixir would be out of reach for Fang Yi.
If you can help me, after I condense the pill, I can also help you to further improve your cultivation."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Master Chunyue's eyes.

In the past few years, the struggle between Xia Zhengbai and Xia Zhengxuan of the Jiuqu lineage has become increasingly fierce.

The real person-level cultivators in Fengling Fairy City stood by and watched, while he himself was an eighth-level foundation-building cultivator and was in charge of the Lanyue Tower.

Both Xia Zhengbai and Xia Zhengxuan wanted to win him over.

"Brother Xia Dao, I will carefully consider what you said."

Waving the purple mandarin duck fan in his hand, Master Chunyue recited Fang Yi's message, made a few polite remarks, and pretended to be submissive.

She swayed her lotus steps lightly, turned around and left.

After Master Chunyue walked away, Xia Zhengbai waved away the servant boy behind him and his face darkened.

"Relying on Fang Yi's support, this bitch doesn't know what's good for her.

When I condense the true elixir, I will definitely capture you and bring you to Fang Yi to see if he dares to be so presumptuous.

The matter of the Hanling Secret Realm is over, what's so arrogant about a mere low-grade Dao foundation?"

Ten days later.

Sudu Mountain, the ancient city of Dadu, the thick city walls are full of potholes and bloodstains.

A blue cloud crane flapped its wings and landed outside a cave with pavilions and towers filled with spiritual energy.

"Wow!"

A layer of green magic ban turned into a light film and fell upside down, blocking the sound transmitting Yunhe.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Under the ban, the harsh sound of whipping echoed.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing bronze armor, with a tiger back and wolf waist, holding a long whip with barbs, was training more than 30 outer disciples of Xuanyang Mountain who were in the late stage of Qi training.

"Snapped!"

The dark whip shadow swung down, and a young monk with a slender figure and tight muscles crawled on the ground.

Whip marks deep enough to see the bone appeared, and trickles of blood escaped.

"Chen Shiqi, Qi training level eight, has made the slowest progress this year, so I will punish you with thirty lashes of the bone-penetrating whip.

Do you plead guilty?"

Ji Hong's face was fierce, and the momentum of the early stage of foundation building was overwhelming.

"Seventeen's confession of guilt is due to Seventeen's slacking in cultivation."

Chen Shiqi endured the pain, suppressed the hatred in his eyes, and bowed respectfully.

'The master is in seclusion, and you are so arrogant, you dog.

When I establish the foundation of the Dao, we will have a long future together! !

Ji Hong seemed not to notice the hatred in Chen Shiqi's eyes, and seemed to notice it but not care.

In the battle of Bishuipo, all the foundation-building cultivators under Yan Youtai were killed, leaving only him who had just established his foundation in Taoism and stayed in the cave.

Relying on Yan Youtai's power and reputation, even the great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building had to give him some face.

Ji Hong looked at the thirty or so Qi-refining monks kneeling on the ground, a hint of intoxication appearing on his face.

The taste of power is truly fascinating.

Among the Qi-refining cultivators kneeling on the ground, several had extraordinary backgrounds and were direct descendants of the masters who had reached the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Two years ago, he was still a ceremonial backer and did not take a cultivator like me, who had barely established his foundation, seriously.

But now.
"Snapped!"

Ji Hong swung the long whip in his hand and it landed on a handsome monk wearing a blue silk robe.

"Chu Xiang, at the ninth level of Qi training, is not solely focused on building a foundation for the Dao, but serving his master.

You've been hanging around in brothels and prostitutes. Your heart is not strong enough to follow the Tao. I'll punish you with thirty bone-piercing whips."

Seeing that Chu Xiang dared to be angry but not to speak out, Yan Youtai acted as he pleased, but as long as the monks under his command completed his orders, he would not be too harsh on them.

It is clear that Ji Hong abused public power for personal gain.

'This beast, when my uncle was alive, was like an old dog, trying to please me.
My uncle died in Bishuipo, and this beast turned his back on me.

Ji Hong sneered and whipped the whip in his hand even harder.

"What, Chu Xiang, do you dare to defy the master's rules?"

"Chu Xiang doesn't dare!"

"Don't dare to be the best."

"Snapped!"

The long whip fell, and in a few breaths, Chu Xiang, who dared not resist and restrained his magic power, was beaten until his skin and flesh were torn and blood splattered everywhere.

"You are nothing more than outer disciples of Xuanyang Mountain, with average spiritual roots.

Being able to cultivate to the late stage of Qi training is a great favor from the master.

After the battle of Bishuipo, the master's second-level Xuanyang Guard is now absent.

You must practice well to repay the kindness!"

"We will definitely remember the master's kindness! We will repay him with our lives!"

A huge shout was heard, and the faces of the Qigong practitioners flushed and they expressed their gratitude.

Although he was whipped from time to time, he didn't dare to pay attention to it.

Ji Hong was quite satisfied with this. He pointed his finger and a spark fell.

In a large bronze cauldron, a special nourishing incense was lit, and the curling smoke nourished the souls of the many Qigong practitioners.

“This second-level, low-grade nourishing incense is the best for nourishing the soul.

Practice hard and build your foundation as soon as possible, don't waste the master's kindness!"

"Wow!"

The sound of the sound-transmitting cloud crane continued to echo.

"Another cultivator like this is so ignorant that he comes to see the master to ask for a divination?
The master has already closed the door to visitors."

Ji Hong frowned slightly, hung the long black whip around his waist, and shot out a fireball to drive Yun He away.

'After the battle at Bishuipo, the master was in a bad mood and went into seclusion to practice and heal his wounds. This was already explained.

Don't pay attention to this kind of voice transmission, Yunhe, so as not to spoil the master's mood.'

"boom!"

The orange fireball exploded, and Yunhe emitted a hint of azure light. Fang Yi's voice rang out, echoing in the cave.

"Brother Yan, Fang has something to discuss with you."

"Oh no! This is the message from Master Fang Yi that the master instructed in advance." Ji Hong's face was pale, without a trace of blood.

Before Yan Youtai went into seclusion, he specifically instructed that Fang Yi's sound transmission jade talisman had the same status as that of a real person in the sect, and must not be intercepted.

Now, I am too proud of myself and I don’t know what punishment I will receive.

Exotic flowers are blooming and green lotuses are swaying.

Above the gurgling spiritual spring, Yan Youtai's face was covered with fine lines, and his long pale hair was like dead grass.

His eyes closed slightly, and with each swallow and exhale, the pure vitality was continuously refined to nourish his body.

The fine lines on the face seem to be slowly fading away.

"Junior Brother Fang?"

Yan Youtai opened his eyes and a three-foot-long ray of light shot out.

His spiritual sense swept through the cave, and his face turned dark as he looked at Yunhe with withered feathers.

"That ungrateful guy originally wanted to use Ji Hong's life to inspire more foundation-building seeds.

Now it seems that there is still a lack of discipline
You dare to stop Junior Brother Fang's Sound Transmission Crane!"

The Yin-Yang Bagua robe rustled as Yan Youtai took a step forward.

"Wow!"

The green magic ban dissipated, and the sound-transmitting cloud crane flapped its slender wings and slowly landed on the stone platform.

"After Junior Brother Fang opened up the Qingyuan Market, he has been in seclusion practicing. I wonder why he is looking for me this time?"

Yan Youtai unleashed a burst of magic power, the cloud crane dissipated, and Fang Yi's slender figure appeared and disappeared.

"Brother Yan, my junior brother's spiritual medicine skills have improved and reached the quasi-third level.

Now I have some thoughts about my senior brother’s old injury.

Thank you, Senior Brother, for collecting the elixirs and sending your men to Qingyuan Market."

"A quasi-third-level spiritual doctor has found a new way to heal my old injuries."

Yan Youtai held the jade talisman in his hand, with a look of joy on his face.

He didn't care about the more than ten kinds of valuable second-level spiritual materials on the jade talisman.

"Quasi-third-grade turtle beast essence blood, second-grade top-grade green machine grass, second-grade top-grade floating duckweed
Is this a quasi-third-level elixir?"

Long illness makes a good doctor. Yan Youtai is particularly sensitive to magical medicines because he often loses his essence and blood, which shortens his lifespan.

As far as replenishing essence, blood and vitality are concerned, his medical attainments are not inferior to those of a second-level spiritual doctor.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is made with blood essence as the main ingredient to replenish blood and raise marrow?"

A hint of expectation appeared in Yan Youtai's eyes. Fang Yi has always been well-targeted and steady in his actions.

When it comes to the improvement of spiritual medicine skills, there is at least 80% to 90% confidence.

'Unfortunately, Bishuibo suffered heavy losses in the battle with the third-level beast king Luo Yu.

Even for the third-grade, top-grade Cloud Smoke Wood, I only got a section of the treetops. Otherwise, I would have had to go to Qingyuan Market myself.

Yan Youtai pondered for a moment, and his cold anger was slightly suppressed.

"Ji Hong, you almost ruined my plan."

"Master, please forgive me!" Ji Hong prostrated himself on the ground, trembling, and spoke in extremely humble terms.

For him, a completely tamed foundation-building master, his life and property were held in the hands of Yan Youtai, and he had no dignity at all.

Yan Youtai's gaze was icy cold.

“The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven.

I will punish you with three hundred bone-piercing whips, and then take my decree and go to the city to buy the spiritual objects that Junior Brother Buyer needs.

If something goes wrong, you'll end it yourself."

"Thank you for the reward, my lord. I will never make any mistakes!"

After surviving the disaster, Ji Hong breathed a sigh of relief and expressed gratitude.

Yan Youtai didn't care about it at all.

A slave who had barely established his foundation. If it weren't for the battle at Bishuipo, all the other Xuanyang Guards who had established their foundation would have been wiped out.

This time, Ji Hong has no right to be punished by himself.

He randomly pointed at two Qi-cultivating monks and turned into a beam of light, returning to the spiritual spring.

The battle of Bishuipo had cost him a lot of vitality and lifespan. He had no time to waste on such a lowly servant.

"Chen Shiqi, Chu Xiang, you two will carry out the execution."

"Yes!"

Chu Xiang and Chen Shiqi looked at each other and saw the suppressed surprise in each other's eyes.

"Master Ji Hong, prepare to be punished!"

"Snapped!"

The long whip fell, and a blood mark appeared on Ji Hong, who had taken off his robe and was shirtless.

The powerful sound echoed in the courtyard.

"One! Thank you, Master, for your reward!"

"Snapped!"

"Two! Thank you, Master, for your reward!"

"Pah!" "Three, thank you for the reward, Master."

Xuanyang Mountain, Bingpo Peak.

The wind is cold and snow is falling in June.

Lu Yuezhi looked at Yunhe in front of her with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Master Fang's Jade Sound Transmission Talisman, Master and Grandmaster are out and no longer in the peak.
I don't know when I'll be back, I hope Uncle Fang is alright."

Qingyuanfang Market, in the Bizhu Courtyard.

Fang Yi looked at Qin Yu, who was standing in front of him with a respectful attitude in a black brocade robe, and spoke.

"Yu'er, how are the spiritual objects I asked you to prepare going?"

Qin Yu bowed.

"Master, the ingredients for refining the elixir are all ready.

But the three main materials are the quasi-third-grade turtle beast essence blood, the second-grade top-grade green grass, and the second-grade top-grade duckweed.

The disciple tried hard to collect the turtle beast's blood essence, but he only collected a portion that barely reached the second-level upper grade.

Green grass and duckweed are only of the second-grade mid-grade quality."

"That's all right, Yu'er, go and call the spiritual doctor under your command. I rarely have time to spare, so I'll just teach you a few things about medicine."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips. He was quite satisfied with this capable and experienced disciple.

"Yes, Master!" Qin Yu showed surprise, bowed, and turned to summon the spiritual doctor.

The Five Poison Cauldron slowly turned in Fang Yi's hands, looking at the withered and flourishing spirit seeds in the cauldron that were sealed by the vitality of Yi Wood.

His eyes were deep, like an ancient cold pond.

"According to the time, Senior Brother Yan, you should have received the sound transmission crane.

The battle at Bishuipo activated the divine spirit object, shortened his lifespan, and he was unable to escape for a while.

The demand for elixirs that nourish the body has also increased significantly."

“Hey, you’re coming here in person to ask for help.

How could it compare to being invited to the ancient city of Dadu by a quasi-third-level fortune-teller?
Junior Sister Yang and Chunyue took action to gather information within the sect and combine the power of Xuanyang Mountain and Hehuan Sect.

One good and one evil, they should be able to collect all the fake Dan Zhenren foundations in Dadu Ancient City."

Fang Yi was in a calm state of mind, holding the Awakening Orb and the Withering and Flourishing Water, two spiritual objects that could form a pill.

I still have more than two hundred years to live, which is enough time to slowly plan to improve my foundation in Taoism.

With the cultivation level of the third level of body refining, as long as he doesn't seek death, he can fight to the death with a Jindan Zhenren.

The Dayun Immortal Realm is big enough for him to roam freely.

　This is a big chapter of 8,000 words. There will be another chapter later, which will be published a little later. Fellow Taoists, please read it tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)