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

Chapter 504: Blood Essence Rising Marrow Cult Disciple, the East Wind has arrived and is waiting to fly high (Thanks to the leader Shui Zhihan 1988)
Qingyuan Market, Kuanzhai Alley.

"arrive!"

Qin Yu stopped and looked at the plaque that read "Qian Mansion", a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

He opened his lips slightly, and his clear voice echoed in the Qian Mansion. "Junior Brother Qian Jiaozi, are Junior Sister Mu Qingyi here?"

"Click~"

The heavy vermilion lacquered door slowly opened.

An octogenarian old man with a plump figure, wearing gold and silver belts, and a female cultivator in a green robe with an even plumper figure, hurried to the gate.

Qian Jiaozi bowed. "Qian Jiaozi greets Uncle Qin. Uncle Qin, if you need anything, just call me.
No need to work so hard"

"How about this? Junior Brother Qian doesn't welcome me?"

Looking at Qian Jiaozi and Mu Qingyi who were becoming more and more cautious, Qin Yu sighed inwardly.

Before he established his foundation, Qian Jiaozi occasionally behaved like a dishonest businessman and bought elixirs from him, and the two had a good relationship.

Mu Qingyi, the swordsman, seems aloof and cold.

In fact, seeing that he was thin-skinned, he kept saying lewd words and gathered the beautiful women in the house to tease him.

Since he established his foundation, he has been taking good care of him, even though he still remembers the friendship they had in the past.

However, the gap between a foundation-building cultivator and a Qi-cultivating cultivator was already a thick barrier, which made Qian Jiaozi and Mu Qingyi subconsciously remain respectful.

"That's it!
As Master said, time makes people grow old, time passes, things change and people change, and today I finally realized it."

Qin Yu shook his head slightly and took out a token from his sleeve.

"Junior Brother Qian, Senior Sister Mu, Master will be refining a spiritual medicine to replenish essence, blood, and vital energy in a month.

You two should make adequate preparations."

After saying that, Qin Yu waved his sleeves and left regardless of Qian Jiaozi's attempts to keep him.

He thought to himself that next time something like this happened, he could just ask the Xuanyang Guards in the neighborhood to notify them.

So that both of them won’t be unhappy.

Watching Qin Yu walk away, Qian Jiaozi looked at Mu Qingyi with some confusion.

"Why does Madam act like this?
I’m afraid Senior Brother Qin won’t come looking for us again from now on.”

Mu Qingyi's face was dazed, as if she was recalling the friendship they had shared in Qingzhi Tower when they worked all night long to refine elixirs together.

"Junior Brother Qin Yu is no longer the young Qi-refining cultivator who just joined Qingzhi Tower.

Uncle Master Fang Yi’s reputation is so great that it shocks everyone in Xuanyang Mountain.

Junior Brother Qin is Uncle Fang's eldest disciple. He has inherited the Taoist tradition, built a mid-level Taoist foundation, and is in charge of all matters in Qingyuan Market.

Any one of these is beyond the reach of you and me, a couple."

Mu Qingyi waved her hand to lift up her pale hair and sighed softly.

"You and I are just minor Qi cultivators, and we can no longer help Junior Brother Qin in the slightest.

How long can a friendship last without mutual support?

It would be better to end it sooner rather than later and keep your distance, so that Junior Brother Qin won't feel disgusted with you in the future."

Qian Jiaozi looked unwilling.

After Qian Chuanzi passed away, under the suppression of Zhou family of Xiaoxuan Mountain, the Qian family was left with only one foundation-building master to support it.

The fact that he was able to maintain his share in Duobao Pavilion and prevent it from being completely taken over was all thanks to his friendship with Qin Yu and the help of Fang Yi's power.

If we lose Qin Yu's deterrence again, this line will be broken.
The consequences for the Qian family would be unimaginable.

Qian Jiaozi hesitated for a moment. "I don't think Senior Brother Qin is that kind of person."

Mu Qingyi's eyes turned cold and sharp until Qian Jiaozi was speechless.

She then withdrew her gaze.

"Husband, do you dare to bet?

Bet on the friendship between you and me, Junior Brother Qin Yu, has not changed in the slightest over the years.
If there is even the slightest dissatisfaction, Junior Brother Qin Yu does not need to take action personally, as there are countless cultivators who are willing to please him.

I can tear you and me to pieces!"

"We are all cultivators in the late stage of Qi training. Qingyi and I have joined forces. How could we be afraid of those chickens and dogs?"

There was murderous intent in Qian Jiaozi's eyes, and he felt unwilling to give up.

Half of the spiritual medicines and other businesses he bought from the two shops under his command depended on Qin Yu.

If we lose Qin Yu's special care, the loss will be too great, more than just a serious injury.

"Do you think there are only Qi-cultivating cultivators?" Mu Qingyi frowned, pointed his finger, and released a small mind-clearing technique.

"My lord, you have lost your mind.

Junior Brother Qin’s most valuable identity is not that of a Foundation Establishment Master.

He is Uncle Fang's eldest disciple, and he is the heir of the spiritual medicine tradition!"

Seeing that Qian Jiaozi seemed to have lost something and was uneasy, Mu Qingyi's words became colder and colder.

"Qian Jiaozi, let me make it clear to you, if you still feel unwilling, I will divorce you today!
Yi'er, come with me, so that you won't be ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and die without a burial place."

"The Xiaoxuanshan Zhou family is so powerful, but they still submitted obediently under the decree of Uncle Fang Yi.

Li Heng was allowed to move Li Qingsong's remains as he pleased, and the family's reputation was trampled upon by a mere Qi-cultivating cultivator like Li Heng.

The bloodline left by Li Qingsong in the Zhou family is still being respected today.

Is this because Li Heng has outstanding talent and profound cultivation?"

Mu Qingyi said firmly. "No!!
This is because Uncle Fang is too famous and has great authority.

The Xiaoxuanshan Zhou family is unwilling, and also dares not to offend Uncle Fang."

Mu Qingyi turned and left.

"Qi training monk?
Oh, if I could get a little favor from Uncle Fang Yi, I don’t know how many people who have reached the foundation-building stage would be beaten to a bloody pulp.

What's the point of the lives of a mere Qi cultivator like you and me? "

Seeing Mu Qingyi getting angry, Qian Jiaozi subconsciously shook three times and hurriedly chased after him.

"My lady, please don't be angry. I am also Yi'er's brother, so I want to accumulate more wealth for my family.

There is no hope for you and me to build a foundation. Although Yi'er has a medium-grade spiritual root, her qualifications are quite different from yours and mine.

If she doesn't accumulate more wealth, Yi'er is afraid that her hope of building a foundation will be slim.

Madam, I can’t accept this.

We both have mid-grade spiritual roots, and I have my uncle's help, so why is the gap between me and Qin Yu getting bigger and bigger?"

Qian Jiaozi murmured softly.

“I do have the so-called talent in medicine, and my spiritual medicine skills have also broken through to the quasi-second level.

Junior Brother Qin was able to establish his foundation, 90% of the reason was because he was favored by Senior Uncle Fang Yi."

Seeing Mu Qingyi stop, Qian Jiaozi seemed to want to vent all the frustrations accumulated in his heart.

"Junior Brother Qin is a casual cultivator with mid-grade spiritual roots. How can you be qualified to forge a foundation for the Dao?

He was not qualified to obtain just one low-grade foundation-building pill.
What's more, Uncle Fang also gave me a mid-grade foundation-building pill!

That is a mid-grade foundation-building pill. Give it to me, and I can also build the foundation of Taoism!

Uncle’s friendship with Master Fang back then was…”

"Pa!" A slap came down, and a red palm print appeared on Qian Jiaozi's face.

"Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag Yi'er and me down!"

Mu Qingyi's robe rustled as a clear magic sword appeared in his hand.

"Uncle Fang, how can you say too much?
Qianjiaozi, I know you are holding a grudge, but today is the last time.

In which of the following matters, Junior Brother Qin Yu treated us unfairly, whether it was the shop you rented or the spiritual medicine you purchased at the lowest price?"

Thinking of her little daughter, Mu Qingyi's speech slowed down slightly.

"As for Yi'er's matter?
From today onwards, you will donate 50% of the profits from the two shops to Junior Brother Qin.

If he refuses to accept it, he will hand it over to his sworn brother, Fellow Daoist Xu Heng, who is currently serving in the Xuanyang Guards."

"If Yi'er can complete her Qi training before the sixtieth year, she will hopefully be able to solidify her Dao foundation.

With the friendship we have built over the years, I can ask Junior Brother Qin to help me exchange for a Foundation Establishment Pill.
As for the rest”

Mu Qingyi sighed slightly. "An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. You and I are just Qigong cultivators.

This is all I can do for Yi'er."

Mu Qingyi took a deep look at the coin, his eyes dim.

“With the advancement of the spiritual veins in Qingyuan Market, more and more cultivators are coming and going.

Don't you know how many monks are spying on these two shops?"

"If I follow my wife's wishes in everything, I will be crazy." Qian Jiaozi felt weak all over and lost the last bit of his spirit.

He murmured.

"Madam, I know that Senior Brother Qin has taken good care of us, and it's not that he is ungrateful.

I just."

"I'm simply unwilling to build my foundation."

"Huh! That's how it is."

Above the Qian Mansion, a spiritual cloud rolled and floated silently.

Qin Yu clenched his fists as he reflected everything into his sea of ​​consciousness. He felt a sharp pain in his palms and his expression changed several times.

He finally sighed softly and had a vague understanding.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand now."

A brown leopard puppet with red light in its eyes shook its head slightly.

Fang Yi's clear voice came out from the leopard's mouth.

“It’s not that I’m pointing fingers, but Yu’er, you’re standing too high. After becoming my disciple, things have gone too smoothly for you.

Do you still remember how the Qi training monks practiced, walking on thin ice?
Every spiritual herb and every spiritual stone will require a bloody fight."

"Master, what should I do?" Qin Yu's eyes were a little confused.

He had taken care of his old friend many times, but he never thought that this would be the result.

Several old friends are drifting further and further apart.

"Yu'er, do you think you are wrong?" Fang Yi said with a hint of smile.

"This disciple is not at fault!" Qin Yu's face showed determination. "I follow my heart. I wonder if Master has any advice?"

"Give me some advice?" The leopard puppet shook its tail and Fang Yi's indifferent voice came out.

“What advice is there?

Yu'er has practiced for decades. You have already established a solid foundation in the Dao. You are no longer a child. You can make your own decision.
We cultivators are climbing the rugged road to immortality, and what we cultivate is a heart of Tao without regrets.

You have no regrets in your heart, so what does it have to do with you?

Fang Yi glanced at the pure plant energy around Qin Yu, and a faint precious light appeared on his skin.

"Yu'er, you have been building your foundation for more than twenty years, and you have reached the third level of foundation building.

The magic weapon of my life has been properly sacrificed and refined, and the Green Water and Green Lotus Flag has become a top-grade magic weapon.

You have no shortage of talismans and elixirs, and no ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building can defeat you.

But if you want to advance your cultivation and condense the True Pill, you should go out and gain some experience."

"Master, if I go out to gain experience, how will I handle the affairs of Qingyuan Market?"

Qin Yu looked towards Qingyuan Market, hesitant. "I'm afraid all the things going on in Qingyuan Market will interfere with Master's cultivation."

"You are indeed filial."

The runes on the leopard puppet flowed, gradually condensed, and turned into a wooden sculpture, which was reintegrated into a beam of the Qian Mansion.

"You can leave all matters in the market to Zhao'er.

After being carefree for so long, it’s time to take care of some things.”

"Master, Junior Brother Huo acts rather boldly, and I'm afraid he won't be able to manage the many miscellaneous affairs of Qingyuan Square."

It’s not that Qin Yu is unwilling to give up the power in his hands.

After practicing till now, he also vaguely felt that if he continued to practice hard in seclusion, it would be difficult to practice and he would encounter a bottleneck sooner or later.

But he was really worried about Huo Zhao's muscular and brute temperament, so he put Huo Zhao in charge of all matters in Qingyuan Market.

Fang Yi's voice turned cold.

"Zhao'er is like this, because you, as his senior brother, spoiled him.
I let him be responsible for the blending of spiritual objects and merits in the Merit Examination Pavilion, hoping that the master who has established the foundation in the sect would temper his character.

You are such a good senior brother, you soften your heart when he asks you for help.

Hey, Zhao'er was my disciple in his early years.

As an illegitimate child, he struggled to survive in the Sun family of Hanshi Mountain, so how could he not have any scheming at all?"

Fang Yi glanced at Qin Yu, who seemed to be lost in thought, and joked.

"But since you are a good senior brother who handles things properly, he will not lose any of the benefits.

In this way, instead of wasting his own energy and energy on scheming against the foundation-building masters in the sect, he would rather spend his energy and energy on scheming against the foundation-building masters in the sect.

It would be better to ask for help from your good senior brother and solve the problem once and for all.
He is practicing in peace and comfort."

Fang Yi seemed to be fanning the flames. "Don't mention Yu'er about all the matters concerning my lineage.

Even Heng'er, who joined last, handles a lot more things than Zhao'er."

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The breeze blew, and Qin Yu's face turned pale as he thought about how Huo Zhao usually behaved.

He has always believed that Huo Zhao is not good at handling miscellaneous matters. As a senior brother, he should respect his master and be friendly to his fellow disciples.

Just bear with it a little more, I never thought about it.
"Master already knew about this, yet he didn't even remind his disciple!"

"Hehe." Fang Yi smiled without saying anything.

After hundreds of years of practice, it is rare to have a disciple who is both worry-free and filial. If you don’t make good use of him, it would be a waste of God’s gift.

He is also happy and worry-free.

Huo Zhao was thick-skinned and slippery, and was extremely tired. Qin Yu was there to protect him.

If Qin Yu had not gradually become obsessed with the affairs of Qingyuan Market and delayed his cultivation, he would not have used this matter to enlighten Qin Yu.

They are all masters who have established their foundation and have a lifespan of four hundred years, so they must be responsible for themselves.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the leopard-head puppet turned into a wooden sculpture and completely merged into the beam of the house.

Fang Yi's spiritual energy completely dissipated.

"Master!" Qin Yu's handsome face darkened as he finally reacted.

When it comes to the affairs of Qingyuan Market, even if Huo Zhao is a little scheming, the task he has is not as heavy as the one assigned to him by Fang Yi.

But when the master is busy, the disciples will do the work.

Qin Yu had no choice but to vent his anger on his good junior brother, Huo Zhao.

He bowed and said through gritted teeth.

“Thank you for your guidance, Master!
I will go find Junior Brother Huo right now to properly hand over all matters concerning Qingyun Market." In the Green Bamboo Garden, the sacred bamboos swayed and the autumn wind blew.

Fang Yi looked at the azure water mirror in front of him and nodded slightly.

"Zhao'er and Yu'er may be influenced by the [Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra] and the [Erjiu Xuan Gong].

Their personalities are completely different, like yin and yang, water and fire: one is calm and composed, the other is fiery.

Now, one of them is going out to gain some experience, and the other is honing his skills through the various things in Qingyuan Market.

It will also be very helpful for the future Danxin tribulation."

As for whether something goes wrong in Qingyuan Market, will someone take advantage of this opportunity to deceive their superiors and subordinates and enrich themselves?

The spiritual stone is tempting, and that is 100% certain to happen.

"It's just a few spirit stones lost." Fang Yi said calmly. "If it's really necessary, just kill a bunch of them.

It just so happens that the soul-nourishing beads needed to refine Junior Brother Xu require the soul of a cultivator."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and dozens of soul-sealing jade boxes floated in front of him.

Looking at the second-grade low-quality turtle blood and elixir in the jade box, Fang Yi nodded slightly and raised the Five Poison Cauldron.

"Now, the most important thing is to condense the spiritual medicine that Yan Youtai needs."

The long sigh of "Quasi-Third-Level Spirit Vein Xuantian Spirit Seed" echoed in the cave.

Ten days later.

In the Bizhu Garden, nestled within a rocky cave, the vegetation is lush and filled with spiritual energy.

The ancient cauldron covered with insect patterns turned, the withered and flourishing spiritual fire refined the spiritual medicine, and the wisps of medicinal fragrance rose.

"It's done!"

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, held up by a green auspicious cloud, looking at the clear red liquid in the Five Poison Cauldron.

"I wonder if blood essence and marrow fluid can achieve my goal."

A golden light flashed on his hand, and he reached into the cauldron and picked up a stream of medicinal liquid.

"call!"

A spiritual light flowed at the tip of the nose, and the fragrance of medicine penetrated into the nose like a spirit snake.

Fang Yi's face was sometimes green and sometimes gray.

He closed his eyes slightly, savoring the medicinal effects of the blood essence and marrow fluid.

"I downgraded the quasi-third-grade spiritual medicine twice and used it to refine this second-grade low-grade blood essence and marrow-raising ointment.

It can raise blood and nourish marrow, and has excellent effects, that is"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Small Yi Wood Divine Light and the Small Corruption Divine Light swept down at the same time.

Green light and dim yellow light fell repeatedly on the Five Poison Cauldron.

Spring brings birth, summer brings growth, autumn brings harvest, and winter brings storage. The meaning of the changing seasons emerges on the red medicinal liquid.

Three days later.

Looking at the Blood Essence and Marrow Rising Powder which had not changed at all, Fang Yi showed dissatisfaction.

"This medicine is so potent!"

He took out a jade bottle and collected the blood essence and marrow fluid in the cauldron. Fang Yi fell into deep thought.

"I use the [Life and Death Sutra] to activate the Small Yi Wood Divine Light and the Small Decaying Spiritual Light to simulate the rotation of the four seasons and the changes in the solar terms.

You can probably see the changes in the medicinal properties of this blood essence rising to the marrow fluid over the next few years.
If you want Yan Youtai to invite me, the effect of the medicine cannot last this long."

"Half a day!" Fang Yi's eyes flashed. "At most half a day, the efficacy of this blood essence marrow fluid must decrease by 30%
Within the next three days, the drug's effectiveness will decrease to 50%.
Only then will I be confident enough to ask Yan Youtai to invite me to the ancient city of Dadu."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a jade bottle tilted, and the boiling hot turtle blood fell into the cauldron.

He pondered for a moment, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world behind him fluttered, and several rays of spiritual light flew out from the small cave.

The aura dispersed.

Looking at the ancient roots in front of him that were emitting yin energy and covered with ghost faces, the blood moss surrounded by corpse qi, and the yellow ganoderma that was emitting withered energy.

Ghost face root, corpse blood moss, withered yellow ganoderma
"Three second-level poison spirits."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and picked out the yellow fungus that was surrounded by a withered aura.

"Compared to refining spiritual medicine, it is more convenient to combine spiritual poisons."

"Bang!" The withered and flourishing spiritual fire ignited and burned slowly, turning the Canghuang Ganoderma into medicinal liquid.

“This Cang Huang Zhi is a second-grade, low-grade poisonous herb that can neutralize medicinal properties.

While accelerating the absorption of the drug, it can also make the elixir evaporate ten times more.

Adding it to the blood essence and marrow fluid can neutralize the medicinal properties, making the liquid more effective and maintaining its effectiveness for a shorter time."

"If that doesn't work, try the Ghost Face Root and Corpse Blood Moss.
With my poison skills close to the third level, it shouldn't be difficult. At most, it will take some effort to find some pharmacists to test the medicine."

Half a month later, Bishui Pavilion was bustling with people.

More than ten Qigong monks, surrounded by the aroma of medicine, gathered in groups of two or three and whispered to each other.

"Brother Qian Jiaozi, you are good friends with Uncle Qin. I wonder why Uncle Qin summoned us this time?"

Qian Jiaozi laughed foolishly.

“I don’t know either.

However, the Master is of high esteem, and this time he summoned us here, no matter what the reason is, we will obey!"

"Brother Qian is right." Huang Pengfei, who was wearing a green robe, sighed.

“It’s just that the spiritual objects produced in the Hanling Secret Realm are becoming increasingly scarce.

The business of cold-relieving elixirs for us, the spiritual doctors, is becoming increasingly difficult."

"Tram! Tram! Tram!" The sound of footsteps rang out.

Qin Yu was wearing a black brocade robe, followed by Huo Zhao, who looked depressed.

"Disciple greets Uncle Qin, Uncle Huo!" Many cultivators saluted in unison with respectful gestures.

Qin Yu's eyes swept across the numerous Qi training cultivators, and paused slightly at Qian Jiaozi and Mu Qingyi.

Then he nodded slightly.

"Junior Brother Huo, you will be in charge this time. It's a good opportunity to practice and get familiar with the affairs of the First and Second Quarters."

Huo Zhao took a step forward with a bitter face, cursing in his heart.

'Who the hell made my senior brother ask me to take charge of these annoying chores.

It turns out that if I had just complied with him a little, my senior brother would not have come looking for me again.
Bastard, if I knew about this, I would definitely let him know the profoundness of [Erjiu Xuan Gong]

But under Qin Yu's sharp gaze, like a cold knife, Huo Zhao did not dare to be negligent and swept his spiritual sense over the cultivator in front of him.

Mu Qingyi, Huang Pengfei, Qian Jiaozi
"Hmm?" Huo Zhao frowned slightly. "Do you know why Ma Xianbao didn't come?

He dares not obey Master's command?"

"Boom!" A vast foundation-building energy gushed out, like a sacred mountain pressing down on one's head, toppling over.

"Huang Pengfei, I remember you and Ma Xianbao were good friends, do you know what happened?

Did this Ma Xianbao swallow the spirit bear heart or eat the blood leopard gallbladder? "

"Master, you have misunderstood." Huang Pengfei's clothes were soaked in an instant after being locked by Huo Zhao's magic power.

He answered tremblingly.

"Master Huo has misunderstood. Ma Xianbao, Fellow Daoist Ma's life span has run out. He passed away three days ago."

"Sitting in meditation and passing away?" Huo Zhao restrained his energy and looked at the pharmacist who was breathing heavily.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a bottle of elixir and a bronze token from his storage bag.

“I remember Ma Xianbao had a descendant with low-grade spiritual roots, Ma Zhiheng.

It is still in Qingyuan Market now."

Huang Pengfei sighed, feeling a bit sad for the other party.

The same is true for his descendants, who have very low-grade spiritual roots and are not even qualified to join Xuanyang Mountain.

Once he passes away, leaving behind such a huge fortune, it will surely attract people's covetousness.

"Uncle Master, Junior Brother Zhiheng's spiritual roots are of the lowest quality and he is not qualified to join our Xuanyang Mountain.
Now, he is in the market town mourning for his father."

Huo Zhao waved his sleeves, and a jade bottle and a token fell into Huang Pengfei's arms.

“Master nephew Ma Xianbao has been practicing in Qingzhi Tower for a long time. Although he has not achieved any merit, he has also worked hard.

Now that he has passed away, I cannot let his descendants feel disappointed, leaving Ma Zhiheng helpless and vulnerable to scrutiny."

"Junior Brother Huang."

"Disciple is here!" Huang Pengfei was shocked and looked at Huo Zhao with anticipation.

"After today's matter is over, you take my token and arrange for Ma Zhiheng to work at Duobao Pavilion."

Huo Zhao looked at the pharmacist with gratitude in his eyes and nodded slightly.

"If you, the younger generation, are not qualified enough and have such needs, you should also act in the same way."

"Thank you for your grace, Master Huo!" Huang Pengfei, Qian Jiaozi, Mu Qingyi and others bowed together.

Huang Pengfei was certain.

As a top-grade first-class spiritual doctor, he didn't care about the few low-grade spiritual stones in Duobao Pavilion.

Rather, it is the meaning represented by the actions of Huo Zhao, the foundation-building master.

It refers to the Qingyun Market lineage, including Master Fang Yi, Master Huo Zhao, and Master Qin Yu.
The protection of several foundation-building masters.

Huo Zhao nodded slightly. Since he knew Ma Zhiheng, he must have known that Ma Xianbao had passed away.

Acting in this way is just to establish authority and show favor, making it easier to act in the future.

Turning his head with a hint of pride, Huo Zhao looked at Qin Yu, only to see that Qin Yu's face was ashen, with a cold glint in his eyes as he looked at him.

"Oh no!" Huo Zhao thought to himself. "My true identity has been exposed!"

"Junior Brother Huo, you're very good!" Qin Yu gritted his teeth. "This is what you call an unkind person."

"Gurgle." Huo Zhao explained with difficulty after swallowing his saliva.

"Brother, you misunderstood!"

"Zhao'er, Yu'er, let our spiritual doctor come in."

Fang Yi, who had seen enough jokes, spoke with a smile.

“The Cold Spirit Secret Realm has now been completely explored, and only one in a hundred cultivators who could purchase the cold-relieving spiritual medicine remains.

I have newly refined the Blood Essence and Marrow Fluid to heal hidden injuries and nourish the meridians.
It's just the right time for these younger generations to learn a thing or two."

Half a month later.

A beam of light landed in front of the Qingyuan Market signboard.

Looking at the crowds of monks coming and going, Ji Hong's face looked a little gloomy.

"The master ordered me to bring back the elixir within ten days, but on my way back, I was harassed by a low-grade second-level Azure Cloud Crane.

Damn Qingyunhe, you've been delaying my important matters!"

Ji Hong stroked the faint red marks on his face

"I just hope that Pharmacist Fang can prepare the elixir faster. Otherwise..."

Thinking of Yan Youtai's cruel methods, he subconsciously shook and shuddered.

A quarter of an hour later.

Ji Hong looked at the crowded Qingzhi Building, waved his hand and grabbed a monk.

"My fellow Taoists, I wonder why this building is so crowded?"

Ma Zhiheng, dressed in a gray robe, felt the unfathomable aura of the burly monk.

Thinking of the decree given by Huo Zhao, he forced a smile on his face and began to introduce it.

"Senior, you asked the right person to ask me about everything in Qingyuan Market.

This Qingzhi Tower is the newly opened medical clinic by Master Huo Zhao of Xuanyang Mountain.

Among them is the Blood Essence and Marrow Fluid, which was developed by the ancestor Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain at a cost of sixty years. It can replenish essence and blood and heal hidden injuries."

Ma Zhiheng peeked in stealthily, looked around, and then lowered his voice quietly.

"I heard that the top-grade blood essence and marrow-raising fluid can also prolong life."

"Extend life!?" Ji Hong's eyelids jumped, and he took out several low-grade spirit stones from his sleeve and threw them into Ma Zhiheng's arms.

"Is the matter of extending life true or false?"

"That's Master Fang Yi!" Ma Zhiheng raised his voice, with longing in his eyes.

"That's Master Fang Yi, a quasi-third-level medical master.

Not to mention the Fengling Immortal City, even in the entire Dayun Immortal Cultivation World, there is no one who can rival the Master in the art of medicine."

"." A look of surprise appeared in Ji Hong's eyes.

He knew very well how much his master cared about his lifespan.

As for cheating?

After Ji Hong scanned Ma Zhiheng's cultivation level with his spiritual sense, he shook his head slightly.

A mere cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training would not dare to deceive himself, and he had already heard of Fang Yi's name.

'Go buy one and give it a try. If it really works, even if Master Fang takes a little longer to refine the elixir,

There is a magical medicine that can prolong life a little bit, and it can also avoid some punishment.'

Thinking of this, Ji Hong's foundation-building aura radiated, and he slowly walked into Qingzhi Tower under the awe-inspiring gazes of the Qi-cultivating cultivators.

"Boss, two doses of the second-level blood-nourishing and marrow-boosting fluid."

In the evening, the silver moon hangs high in the sky.

In the Bizhu Garden, Fang Yi's eyes turned black as he looked at the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was tied up with ropes in Huo Zhao's hands.

"Zhao'er, what happened? Who is this fellow Taoist?"

Huo Zhao shook the burly monk in his hand and threw Ji Hong to the ground.

"Master, this fellow Foundation Establishment Daoist is acting arrogantly and trying to force me to buy the Blood Nourishing and Marrow Uplifting Fluid.

After the disciple taught him a lesson, he said he was a disciple of Master Yan.

"Brother Yan?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura of the ancient trees around him pressed down on him.

"This junior brother came to my Qingzhi Tower to cause trouble, but Senior Brother Yan is dissatisfied with me?"

"Master Fang has misunderstood!" Ji Hong looked terrified and kowtowed repeatedly.

How could he not know the position Fang Yi held in Yan Youtai's heart?

If he offended Fang Yi and ruined his master's business, he would be in a state of being unable to live or die.

"Oh?" Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and murmured in his heart.

'The east wind has arrived.'

　Hey, I'm a little stuck, this chapter will be 1,000 words more, 7,000 words. There will be another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)