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

Chapter 505: Boiling medicine to nourish the soul, refining the corpse with blood, and putting fish into the jar (7600 chapters)

Fang Yi's eyes dropped.

"Zhao'er, put away the animal ropes. With me here, Ji Hong won't be able to cause any big trouble."

Huo Zhao glared at Ji Hong viciously. He was already upset because he had been in charge of the affairs of Qingyuan Market these days.

It's rare to have a foundation-building cultivator come to his door and help him loosen his muscles.

I never thought that we were from the same school.

"It's Master"

Huo Zhao nodded dejectedly, bent down to collect the rope and tie it around his waist.

Ji Hong stood up and stretched his muscles slightly.

He then took out a storage bag from his arms that was embroidered with gold and silver needles and was extremely luxurious.

He held it respectfully and handed it to Fang Yi.

“Master Fang, this is Ji Hong.

This is a sacred object that my master ordered me to bring. Please take a look and see if there is anything missing."

"Brother Yan's spiritual object?"

A green light rolled up, and the storage bag was sucked into Fang Yi's palm, and his body swallowed and exhaled.

More than ten rays of spiritual light flew out and transformed into many magical instruments such as alms bowls, jade boxes, and treasure bottles.

"Top-grade Dharma instrument water-purifying bowl, top-grade Dharma instrument small air-locking bottle, top-grade Dharma instrument small breath-sealing box.
Three top-grade magical instruments and more than ten mid-grade magical instruments.

Senior Brother Yan is very thorough, and each spiritual object is contained in a specially crafted magical vessel to ensure that the medicinal properties are preserved."

With a wave of his hand, Fang Yi took the bowl as a magical instrument.

The index finger skimmed the water like a dragonfly, stained with a little green turtle blood.

The tingling pain continued to penetrate through the skin and into the flesh.

"This water-type turtle blood has sufficient medicinal properties and is of quasi-third-grade quality."

The divine consciousness swept over the green grass in the small air-locking bottle and the floating duckweed in the small air-sealing box.
Fang Yi looked satisfied.

His body training method is quasi-third level, his muscles and bones are strong and tough, and his skin is tempered through thousands of hammerings.

Even if there is no intention to defend, the turtle beast's blood essence can infect flesh and blood, and its quality is extremely high.

"These spiritual objects are all second-grade, top-grade spiritual medicines, and are top-notch among their class."

Fang Yi looked at Ji Hong and spoke.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Ji, for sending me the spiritual items. I have some skills, so I will go and refine the spiritual medicine first.

Let Huo Zhao accompany Junior Brother to have some fun in the market."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi disappeared from Ji Hong's sight.

Looking at Huo Zhao who was quite irritable beside him, Ji Hong spoke cautiously.

"Brother Huo, I wonder when Master Fang will be able to finish refining the elixir.
The master is waiting anxiously."

"Master Yan?"

Huo Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling quite apprehensive towards Yan Youtai, a quasi-third-level celestial master.

“The elixir that Master is refining right now is Blood Essence and Marrow Rising Powder.

The refining of the second-level spiritual medicine has already been completed, as for the quasi-third-level spiritual medicine?
Once Master finishes refining the elixir, he will come out of seclusion."

Grottoes and caves.

The air is filled with spiritual energy, the moss is verdant, and ancient vines as thick as bowls are climbing on the rock walls.

A second-level soul-nourishing magic circle was set up in the gurgling spiritual spring.

A second-grade, top-grade green vine and black-armored turtle skeleton, with intricate runes all over its body, absorbing spiritual energy like a spiritual spring.

A handful of Xuantian spiritual seeds wrapped in brown spiritual soil.

The skin of the spirit seed is dark, and the deathly aura is faintly visible. Mysterious energy lingers around its body, and it floats in the spirit spring.

"disease!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and raised the Five Poison Cauldron.

“First, refine the Blood Essence and Marrow Rising Powder.

Yan Youtai is almost condensing his true elixir. The superior blood essence cultivated by Chi Yin is the spiritual object I need to advance my medical skills to the third level.
There are also those who need support from the leader, but they all need the full support of this big money sponsor."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the bowl of clean water tilted slightly, blood splattered everywhere, and the green turtle blood poured into the cauldron.

The green grass in the small air-locking bottle flew out.

Folding leaves, drawing veins, and quenching medicine, it turned into a ball of emerald green liquid and merged into the turtle blood.

Then there is the floating duckweed in the small seal box
Three days later.

The ancient Five Poisons Cauldron slowly rotates, constantly blending the medicinal properties.

The medicinal liquid was like jade, deposited in the cauldron, and the lingering medicinal fragrance filled the entire cave.

Old vines sprouted on the stone wall and magical herbs took root.

Fang Yi inhaled the fragrant medicinal aroma into his nostrils, and instantly felt that every part of his body was soaked in warm spiritual spring water.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

“It’s time to reduce the effect of the medicine.”

He took out a Ganoderma lucidum surrounded by a rotten aura from the storage bag.

"Bang!" With a rub of the index finger, a cluster of blue-gray withered true fire was ignited, burning the yellow ganoderma.

"go with!"

A trace of dim spiritual liquid fell into the cauldron. Under the collision of medicinal properties, the emerald-like liquid was stained with a slightly withered yellow color.

The potency of the medicine dropped visibly.

Seeing this, Fang Yi used his endless magical power to entangle several seals and cast them out.

"You can't be so blatant."

An hour later, a faint green light appeared in the cave.

The beads of sweat the size of soybeans on Fang Yi's temples ran down his cheeks, but before they could drip, they were turned into steam by the hot power of the medicine.

"Buzz!"

The ancient blue-gray tripod was filled with precious light, and the yellowish color in the blood essence and marrow fluid slowly dissipated, like a piece of green jade.

"receive!"

Fang Yi picked up the bowl of clean water and put the spiritual liquid into it.

Feeling the medicinal power evaporating from the bowl, Fang Yi wiped the sweat from his temples and felt a little emotional.

“Refining a quasi-third-level spiritual medicine is already difficult, and it also requires reducing its medicinal properties. If you refine it seriously, it will be difficult.

It has been a long time since I have produced such high-quality fake medicine."

Fang Yi chuckled, put away the bowl, and sighed.

"Fortunately, I have accumulated a lot of experience in my previous life, and I have mastered the [Medicine Mixing Technique], [Spiritual Transformation Technique], and [Poison Concealment Technique].
Many of the ingenious methods of making medicine have been perfected."

"Chi Yin!"

Fang Yi exclaimed softly.

The flag of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing was waving behind him, and a young man with a childish face and red hair walked out of the Withering and Flourishing Small Cave.

"Roar!"

With a soft roar, Chi Yin stared at Fang Yi with his round eyes, which were wet like a newborn animal.

"You'll benefit greatly this time!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a ball of green turtle blood was held in his palm.

This ball of turtle blood accounts for 50% of the turtle blood sent by Yan Youtai.

The essence and blood of a quasi-third-level monster is precious. Given Fang Yi's superb medical skills, if he doesn't want Yan Youtai to find out, he can only withhold 30%.

To integrate a plant of Canghuang Ganoderma, the medicinal liquid used is combined with the volatile medicinal properties.

By mixing in some second-level spiritual water, you can deduct an additional 20%.

"Roar!!"

Chi Yin sniffed with his tall nose, and then stared at the green turtle blood in Fang Yi's palm with desire, as its shape kept wriggling and changing.

"You've come at a lucky time. This portion of the blood essence of a quasi-third-level water-attributed spirit turtle is enough to nourish your foundation."

Fang Yi's magic power surged and the green spiritual light that sealed the blood essence in his palm dissipated.

Fifty percent of the quasi-third-level turtle blood rolled and turned into a trickle, falling into Chi Yin's mouth.

"Well"

Chi Yin showed satisfaction, and a hint of redness appeared on his pale face.

With the nourishment of the quasi-third-level turtle blood, mottled corpse patterns spread all over his body.

The thick gray corpse qi gathered and wrapped Chi Yin, turning into a giant cocoon that beat like a heart.

Seeing this, drops of blood from Fang Yi's fingertips glowed with golden light, passed through the giant cocoon, and merged into Chi Yin's eyebrows.

"As a second-grade, top-grade corpse puppet, the most important thing for Chi Yin now is to nourish himself with high-quality blood essence.

Nourishing the corpse with blood is the right way.

Only in this way can the possibility of Chi Yin condensing into a true pill be increased."

Feeling Chi Yin's ever-increasing aura and the slowly refining corpse energy, he nodded slightly.

"If one could obtain the blood essence of a third-rank fire-attributed demon beast, or the blood essence of a Fire Spiritual Root True Dan Zhenren, and then supplement it with the secret rituals in the [Ghost Axe Divine Craftsmanship Book],

Maybe I can cultivate a Netherworld Corpse that can condense a top-grade Corpse Pill."

Fang Yi shook his head and crossed out this unrealistic idea.

There is a world of difference between a Ningdan Zhenren and a third-level demon beast, and a Jiadan Zhenren.

Among the real people and beast kings with fire spiritual roots, there is no one who is not proficient in fighting.

With his current cultivation level, it is too wishful to want to hunt down a third-level monster.

In the Green Bamboo Garden, the autumn wind blows and the bamboo leaves rustle.

In the stone pavilion, Ji Hong's eyes widened as he stared at the bowl of clean water in Fang Yi's hand.

A small crack appeared in the Dharma barrier on the bowl, and the green medicinal liquid rolled over, emitting a faint fragrance.

Ji Hong took a slight sniff, and the fragrant medicinal power merged into his body.

In the past, in order to stand out among the Xuanyang Guards, he advanced too recklessly and suffered hidden injuries, which were now slowly healing.

The pain in the eight extraordinary meridians gradually dissipated, and the bone-piercing whip marks on the skin healed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Hong swallowed his saliva, his heart burning and his eyes filled with greed.

He had a premonition that if he could take this elixir, he would be able to replenish his vitality, further improve his cultivation, and have endless benefits.

He stuttered a bit. "Master Fang, this is it, this is it."

"This is the blood essence and marrow-raising fluid that Senior Brother Yan needs." "Cough. Cough. Cough."

Fang Yi's face was pale and bloodless, as if he was seriously injured.

With a wave of his hand, a green light brought the bowl of clean water to Ji Hong.

"Junior Brother Ji Hong, I have fulfilled my mission. The quasi-third-level elixir that Senior Brother Yan needed has been refined."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Looking at the sickly Fang Yi, Huo Zhao, who was standing beside him, showed concern. "Master, what happened to you?"

Fang Yi waved his hand and immediately swallowed a second-level Qingzhi pill that nourished his vitality.

“It’s okay, this Blood Essence and Marrow Fluid is a quasi-third-level elixir.

I refined it with the cultivation of the late foundation building stage, so my cultivation level is still a little low.
Fortunately, the elixir has been refined, and after some recuperation, it will be fine."

Huo Zhao's aura condensed, his body glowed with golden light, and his powerful aura locked onto Ji Hong, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

He regarded Fang Yi as his father and respected him very much. If Ji Hong had not come to visit, Fang Yi would not have lost his vitality.

After decades of apprenticeship, this was the first time he saw Fang Yi’s vitality depleted like this.

Ji Hong's expression changed slightly. He had been troubled by Huo Zhao these days.

Now that the elixir is in hand, there is a limit to my patience. If Huo Zhao continues to push his luck, I will be in trouble.
"Zheng!"

In his sleeve was a bronze ancient spear of the highest grade magical weapon, emitting cold light.

He respected Fang Yi because of Yan Youtai's imperial decree.

Huo Zhao was not qualified to be killed.

Previously in Qingzhi Tower, Ji Hong did not use the top-grade magic weapon given by Yan Youtai because he knew that it would be unreasonable for him to force himself to buy the elixir.

But now and then.

If Huo Zhao took action, he would be hitting his master Yan Youtai in the face.

Just as the bronze spear was about to lure Huo Zhao into action, it was knocked down by a magical power as vast as an ancient tree.

"Buzz!"

The bronze Gu Go was knocked into the ground.

Fang Yi's eyes swept over Ji Hong until his scalp tingled at the burly man, and then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

His disciple was a bit impulsive, but he was not someone a mere foundation-building servant could calculate.

"Zhao'er, stop messing around and let your teacher recuperate for a while."

Fang Yi spoke slowly.

"Junior Brother Ji, this Blood Essence Rising Marrow Powder is fully stimulating its medicinal properties. Even with the Pure Water Bowl and the secret method to seal it, the medicinal power is still radiating.
It would be better to send it to Dadu Ancient City as soon as possible so that Senior Brother Yan can refine it."

Ji Hong was startled when Yan Youtai was mentioned, and dared not delay any further. He bowed and took the bowl of clean water.

"This is a matter of great importance. Master Fang, I will not bother you any further and will proceed ahead."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his storage bag, summoned a flying boat wrapped in electric light, and transformed it into a purple beam of light.

In an instant, it disappeared into the horizon.

Looking at the blood-red halo on the flying boat, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

“Brother Yan’s men are fighting so hard?

Using the Blood Burning Method to propel a flying magical instrument is depleting your vital energy like this, and there is no hope for you to reach the middle stage of foundation building in the future."

"Master!"

Huo Zhao had a smile on his face and looked at Fang Yi in a flattering manner.

"Master, there are so many things going on in Qingyuan Market, I am a little overwhelmed.
I wonder if Master can ask Senior Brother Qin to help me a little."

"Discuss this with your Senior Brother Qin. Don't draw attention to me."

Fang Yi waved his hand and turned to leave.

The refining of blood essence and marrow fluid is completed.

However, the Xuantian spirit seed has not been nourished yet, the spirit puppet as a trump card has not been replenished, and the third-grade top-grade Yunyan wood heart has also been dealt with.

I don't have the time to waste with this lazy guy.

"Master, please help your disciple~~"

Fang Yi's body trembled, the sweet voice penetrated his eardrums, his hair stood on end, and goose bumps kept popping up.

It was really scary to hear such a sound coming from Huo Zhao, an eight-foot tall man.

Fang Yi stopped and clenched his five fingers into fists in his sleeves, feeling inexplicably itchy.

Seeing Fang Yi stop, Huo Zhao spoke with a rather aggrieved tone.

"Master, you don't know how difficult my disciple's life has been recently.

The animals pulling the millstones are all miserable because they have no disciples.
I don't know where this bastard came from, this damn bastard, slandered Brother Qin in front of him.

They said I should experience some hardship, handle some mundane things, and temper my temper!"

"I bother!"

Huo Zhao gritted his teeth and became more and more indignant.

"I don't know what kind of wicked person that bastard is.

Senior Brother Qin Yu actually believed it!

I actually believed it!!!"

Fang Yi turned his neck, looked at Huo Zhao with a dim gaze, and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"What a bastard? What a damn bastard?"

Huo Zhao nodded heavily and spoke earnestly.

"That's the kind of bastard who got struck by lightning!"

Counting on his fingers, Huo Zhao listed the things he had been doing recently one by one.

"The new Qingzhi Building has opened in the market. Merits and spiritual items can be exchanged in the Examination Pavilion.
Purchasing second-level spiritual medicines and collecting various rare spiritual objects."

The more Huo Zhao talked, the angrier he became.

"Don't tell me, it was that bastard who was struck by lightning. If I knew about it.

I must take him."

"What do we do with him?" Fang Yi's face turned ashen, and his muscles and bones crackled. Huo Zhao stiffened, and he paused, a vague suspicion rising in his mind that made the hairs on his back stand on end.

"Gurgle." He swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously.

"Master, is it you?"

Fang Yi smiled.

"Zhao'er, how many cultivators in Qingyuan Market are there who can command Dong Yu'er?"

Huo Zhao's face was filled with horror. He frantically summoned his magic power and turned into a streak of light, sprinting away.

"Master, I still have some spiritual medicine being refined in my cave, so I'll go ahead."

"Refine medicine? You're such a reckless person?"

Fang Yi stretched out his hand and a large green wooden handprint came down.

"Boom!" Dust flew up, and a human-shaped groove appeared on the first-level terrazzo floor.

“Xiao Qi!
Haven't you been studying the second-level ice formation and red flame formation recently? You just happen to be in need of a cultivator of sufficient quality to try out the formation."

With a slap of the spirit pet bag, a jade-colored light flew out and turned into a silver-white little beast.

Fang Yi pointed at Huo Zhao and shook his head slightly.

"Zhao'er's physical cultivation is about to break through to the second-level intermediate level, which is just right for him to use the formation to hone his magic power."

"Master!!"

"Hum!"

Qijie looked at Huo Zhao with a smile, and with a little excitement, he took out two array plates with flowing array patterns and lingering ice and fire auras.

"It's over! This is really a dire situation!"

Huo Zhao's expression became increasingly ugly. Qijie's attainments in formations were enough to make him feel like he was in heaven.

Although he can improve his Dharma body, he can also practice the [Erjiu Xuan Gong] on a daily basis to strengthen his Dharma body and bones.

"Master, Master!

You are a man of high moral character, a man of great generosity, and a man of great generosity."

"Whoosh!" The cold wind was howling!
"Wow!" The fire is raging!
Chains moved around, dragging Huo Zhao, whose five fingers were tangled on the ground and whose body was stiff, into the formation.

Demonic clouds rolled around him, Qijie took out a spiritual fruit and chewed it comfortably.

"Well"

After a brief pause, Qijie sent out a jade talisman to transmit sound.

The second-order medium-grade ice formation and red flame formation evolved into the ninth level of ice and fire, with astonishing lethality.

It's rare that Fang Yi is willing to let Huo Zhao try out the formation. He has to find a spiritual doctor to heal him so that he can hold on for a little longer.

Given Qin Yu's filial piety and Fang Yi's order, he would never let Huo Zhao go into battle.

"Hum."

Taking out another bottle of elixir, Qijie felt the flaws in the formation and the incoordination of the magic power under Huo Zhao's bombardment.

He waved his hand to create a formation pattern to fill the gap.

Ignoring Huo Zhao's screams, Qijie felt the warm sunlight and exclaimed in admiration.

What a beautiful day.
Three days later.

Behind him, a large Chinese tallow tree with twisted branches, lush leaves, and rising from the ground is faintly visible.

Rays of vitality fell, nourishing the Xuantian spirit seed in the spiritual spring, and constantly maintaining and strengthening the remaining vitality in the spirit seed.

"The methods for cultivating the Xuantian Spirit Seed are recorded in the "Life and Death Scripture", "Spirit Root Ascension True Chapter", and the inheritance of the Ghost Axe Divine Work Pavilion."

Fang Yi's eyes were filled with anticipation as he sighed, "I wonder if I can cultivate a Xuantian Spiritual Plant.
If you really raise a mysterious spiritual creature."

Thinking about the mysteriousness of the mysterious spiritual objects recorded in ancient books, even after hundreds of years of practice.

Fang Yi's heart was also burning with excitement.

Ten days later.

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

In a cave filled with pavilions and spiritual energy.

Ji Hong, exhausted and pale, knelt on the ground.

He held the bowl of clean water filled with green medicinal liquid high in his hands.

"Master, this is the Blood Essence and Marrow Rising Powder refined by Master Fang."

Yan Youtai took off a wooden hairpin from his temple, tapped it lightly with the medicine liquid, and the eleven magic prohibitions on the hairpin lit up one by one.

After a few breaths, he looked at the wooden hairpin and saw that there was no poison at all.

Yan Youtai stretched out his skinny hands, grabbed the bowl impatiently, and drank it in one gulp.

"boom!"

The surging medicinal power circulates through the eight extraordinary meridians, constantly nourishing hidden injuries and continuously restoring the lost essence and blood.

Like spring rain, it nourishes the dry and cracked earth.

Yan Youtai closed his eyes tightly and continued to refine the medicinal power of the blood essence and marrow fluid.

As time passed, the sundial in the cave began to turn.

The dry white hair on the temples gradually turned a little black at the roots, and the fine lines on the face also began to disappear one by one.

Seeing this, Ji Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

My master's lost vitality is constantly recovering, and this blood-essence marrow-raising fluid is the perfect remedy for the disease.

In this way, even if Qingyunhe delays him for some time, he will not be punished.

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

"call!"

Yan Youtai exhaled a breath of foul air, felt the abundant energy in his limbs, and frowned slightly.

This is still different from the medicinal properties described in Fang Yi's jade slip.

This blood essence and marrow-raising fluid can only be considered to have barely reached the level of a quasi-third-grade spiritual medicine.

There is a huge gap between the quality of the elixirs sent to Qingyuan Market and the quality of the elixirs.

"Junior Brother Fang has always been a steady and prudent person. How could something like this happen?"

Yan Youtai's eyes became fierce.

"Ji Hong, does Junior Brother Fang have any other instructions?"

Ji Hong, who had been crawling on the ground for seven days and whose legs and feet were numb, did not dare to be negligent and spoke respectfully.

"Master, Master Fang seems to have damaged his vitality while refining this blood essence and marrow fluid.

When I sent you back the elixir, I seemed to have explained that the method of refining this elixir was unique.
It seems to be continuously releasing medicinal properties, so that I can be sent back to the ancient city of Dadu as soon as possible."

"The medicinal properties dissipate so quickly?" Yan Youtai thought for a moment and waved his hand to send out a jade talisman.

A quarter of an hour later.

An old pharmacist who was in the foundation-building stage, leaning on a wooden crutch and wearing a herbal robe, walked into the cave in a hurry.

Cen Shan bowed and said flatteringly.

"Master Yan, I wonder why you called me."

Yan Youtai nodded slightly. As a quasi-third-level Tianji master with Xuanyang Mountain as his backer, it was natural that he had to please people.

Cen Shan is not the first, nor will he be the last.

"Fellow Daoist Cen, I have a magical medicine here. Please analyze it for me.

If the results satisfy me, I can rent you the second-grade, mid-grade medicinal field in Poyang Ridge that you requested for twenty years."

Cen Shan looked surprised.

The medicinal fields in Poyangling are high-quality medicinal fields that have just been reclaimed in the ancient city of Dadu, and the soil is abundant.

If he could rent it for twenty years, he, Cen Shan, might be able to use the profits to buy some elixir to break through the previous level and take his cultivation to the next level.

"Master Yan, please give me your instructions.
I am not bragging, my medical skills are top-notch even in the ancient city of Dadu.

Why should Master go to far away places and look for another miraculous healer?"

Cen Shan's heart was burning with excitement. He was born as a casual cultivator and had cultivated to the fifth level of foundation building, which was almost the limit of his potential.

If you can get hold of the most advanced Jindan seeds in Xuanyang Mountain, you can take advantage of the east wind.

I don’t know how many benefits there are.

"you?"

Yan Youtai did not comment.

How can a second-level mid-grade spiritual doctor compare with Fang Yi, a cultivator who has reached the quasi-third-level medical skills with his foundation-building body?

During this period of sixty years, he did seek medical treatment from a spiritual doctor.

The ancient city of Dadu is located at the forefront of the human-demon struggle. While the brutal fighting is going on, the major Jindan sects are also aware of this and are using benefits to lure people and relax their suppression of independent cultivators.

In the ancient city, 90% of the ambitious foundation-building cultivators in the Dayun immortal world gathered, and there were even cultivators who could condense fake pills.

But, nothing was found.

Yan Youtai is not a kind-hearted person. If he had no other choice, he would not leave his own flaws to Fang Yi's hands.

He waved his hand and threw out a wooden hairpin magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Cen, there's some medicinal liquid left on this Hundred Herbs Hairpin.

My request is not high, as long as fellow Daoist can analyze why the efficacy of this spiritual prescription has decreased."

Cen Shan took the wooden hairpin, slightly activated his magic power, and was a little dumbfounded.

'As expected of Xuanyang Mountain, it is the most famous Jindan seed, and its price is terrifyingly high.

This Hundred Herbs Hairpin is used to test medicines. Even a second-level spiritual doctor like me can only refine it to a mid-grade magical weapon.

Occasionally, there are fellow practitioners who are wealthy and powerful, and who are able to refine top-grade magical instruments.

This Yan Youtai actually refined a top-grade magical weapon! !

'What a waste!'

A little bit of green spiritual liquid was stained on the fingertips of Master Cen Shan.

While his spiritual consciousness was immersed in it, spiritual light flowed through his fingertips, sensing the changes in the medicinal properties.

On the other hand, I secretly regretted it in my heart.

The second-grade, medium-quality medicinal fields in Poyang Ridge are only rented for twenty years. Is the remuneration too low?

"Ok?"

"This is it!" Cen Shan suddenly looked up, saying in disbelief. "Master Yan, this is a quasi-third-level elixir?!

When did a master of medicine emerge in the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World?

Yan Youtai's expression was indifferent.

"I don't need you to worry about this matter, but do you know why the efficacy of this spiritual recipe is decreasing?"

Cen Shan's movements froze, his face darkening. He was only a second-rank mid-grade pharmacist, so what qualifications did he have?

Go and taste a magical medicine carefully brewed by a quasi-third-level medical master.

He was quite self-aware. Even if he gave up his life and soul, he could not exchange it for half of the main ingredient of this elixir.

Cen Shan smiled bitterly.

"Master Yan, you think too highly of me. I'm just a second-level pharmacist. How can I possibly tell the quality of a quasi-third-level elixir?"

"Is that so?" Yan Youtai felt annoyed.

It’s not that he didn’t want to invite Fang Yi to Sudu Mountain, but Fang Yi had clearly rejected his invitations many times.

As it involves his own lifespan and life and property, even with his status, he is unwilling to force Fang Yi.

"Junior Brother Fang! How should I treat you?" Yan Youtai's magic power surged and his face changed from gloomy to bright.

Finally, he exhaled a breath of foul air, waved away Cen Shan, and his eyes fell on the burly monk who was still crawling on the ground.

"Ji Hong is not doing his job well, so go to the torture chamber and receive three hundred bone-piercing whips."

Ji Hong shuddered, gritted his teeth, kowtowed, and thanked loudly for the reward. "Thank you, Master, for the reward!"

Three days later.

In the mysterious cave, between the pavilions and waterside terraces, there are leisurely sounds of stringed instruments and dozens of graceful maids swaying their waists and singing and dancing.

Yan Youtai hosted a banquet for the second-level spiritual doctors in the ancient city of Dadu, among whom there were also one or two second-level alchemists.

"Fellow Daoists, do you have a solution to this spiritual method?"

"Master Yan, it's not that I and the others are not dedicated, but the master of medicine who prepared this elixir has profound skills.

When you fully stimulate the main ingredient's ability to replenish vital energy, it's quite common for the medicinal effect to dissipate."

The pharmacists passed the Hundred Herb Hairpin around to each other, and finally an octogenarian, who seemed to have the highest prestige, spoke.

"Master Yan, this magical recipe must reduce its medicinal power.

Otherwise, the only solution is to invite that senior to come over, and after the elixir is refined, Master Yan will refine it immediately.

If supplemented with the secrets of medicine, the efficacy can be further increased."

Yan Youtai looked at the five or six medical doctors in front of him, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Is there no other way?"

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There was silence in the pavilion. Several pharmacists looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Master, Master Fang's disciple, Master Qin Yu, is here to visit."

Chu Xiang's respectful voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Qin Yu?" Yan Youtai raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand to let Cen Shan retreat.

"Why did he come to see me?"

Qingyuan Market, Grottoes and Caves.

A turtle skeleton with green vines and black armor, with complex runes all over its body, absorbs spiritual energy like a spiritual spring.

"According to the time, Yu'er should have arrived at Dadu Ancient City.

Yan Youtai must have known that I wanted to collect third-level spirit seeds and practice the spirit cleansing method."

Fang Yi slowly walked to the spiritual spring, waved his hand, and the green vine and black-armored turtle floated in the air.

"This second-grade, top-grade Green Vine Black-Armored Turtle Spirit Skeleton has already been initially refined and transformed into a Spirit Embryo for refining a Spirit Puppet.

Although they gained a lot in the battle of Bishuipo, they also lost a quasi-third-level Wu Tu Swallowing Yang Python spirit puppet.

Now let’s fill in the cards first.”

He immediately slapped the storage bag, and dozens of soul-sealing jade boxes flew out.

"Crack!"

When the jade box was opened, many second-level spiritual objects such as black gold silk, hundred-refined leather, and purple blood stone emerged.

The five-colored strange lights are brilliant, and the spiritual powers of gold, wood, water, fire and earth gather together.

"Qingyuan Market is becoming more and more prosperous. The spiritual objects collected here are of higher quality than when we were refining the Yinming Snake.

Even stronger.”

"Buzz!"

The ancient bronze tripod was raised for sacrifice.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the green vine and black-shelled turtle fell into the cauldron, and was repeatedly refined by the blue-gray withering and flourishing true fire.

Three days later.

In the ancient city of Dadu, a purple lightning flashed out.

On the flying boat, Master Zi Dian was wearing a dark green robe.

Looking at the golden scroll and the photo beads in his hands, he shook his head slightly.

“Junior Brother Yan is overestimating a cultivator at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.

He personally spoke and took a picture, and also asked for the order of Master Hu Lei. He also told me not to use force.

A hint of curiosity arose in Master Zi Dian's heart.

"I wonder how Fang Yi, with his low-grade Dao foundation, can be so talented in the art of spiritual medicine."

Qingyuan Market.

Amidst the drizzle, azure spiritual light shone over the market place, crashing like a tide. A faint implication emerged that the sky gave birth to water, nourishing all things.

In the market town, several foundation-building spiritual consciousnesses rose up and talked with each other.

"What a magnificent foundation-building celestial phenomenon!"

"Which fellow Daoist is building his foundation?"

"Looking at the direction of the cave, it seems to be Master Fang's disciple."

　I'm stuck and haven't updated much yet. I apologize to everyone. I'll add 1600 more words to make up for it. I'll work hard on the next chapter.

　　For the next chapter, I will try my best to update the 7000-word chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)