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

Chapter 508: The Sect Leader's Matter Affects the Entire Body (Three-in-One)

"Master? Junior Brother Fang has such a big idea!"

Zhang Hengyi frowned, looking dissatisfied.

Then he looked through the magic ban and looked at Li Heng, who was neither arrogant nor impatient, and was concentrating on practicing hard. His brows relaxed again.

“Junior Brother Fang Yi, you are good at teaching the younger generation, and you have three disciples under your command.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao both forged a mid-grade Dao foundation, while the young disciple Li Heng used his top-grade water spiritual roots to evolve a seven-layer foundation-building platform, forging a top-grade Dao foundation.

In the future, he will be a Jindan Zhenren with a strong foundation in Xuanyang Mountain."

Zhang Heng showed his approval and was quite moved. "If everyone could be like Junior Brother Fang, Xuanyang Mountain would have nothing to worry about."

The words gradually became as soft as the buzz of a mosquito, so faint that Fang Yi could only vaguely hear the word "fire".

"Master Hengyi, thank you for your kind words.

Heng'er has outstanding talent and practices diligently. I am just a disciple who happened to be there and can give him some guidance.

Being able to forge a superior foundation for the Dao is also a sign of Heng'er's profound good fortune."

Looking at Fang Yi, who was as gentle as jade, well-mannered and a gentleman, a hint of envy flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes.

'Senior Brother Changce is so lucky to have a disciple with a top-grade Taoist foundation to inherit the Taoist tradition.

This Fang Yi is also a great man of his time.'

The admiration in Zhang Heng's eyes grew stronger.

As the only Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain, he is well aware of the sect's secrets and the disciples' character and cultivation.

After a brief pause, he spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, why do you seek the position of Sect Leader?
If it is to pass on bloodline, establish a family, and continue the bloodline.

Uncle Master can make the decision and allocate a second-grade, superior spiritual vein to my nephew."

Fang Yi stroked the silver-white little beast in his arms, his eyes deep, like an ancient pool with no bottom to be seen.

He was categorical.

"The road to immortality is bumpy, and my nephew is determined to take a step further and condense the true elixir!"

"Go one step further? Condensing the true elixir?"

Zhang Hengyi's robe rustled, and the aura of the Golden Core True Person was like a vast ancient tree, pressing down on him.

"Crack! Click!"

Under the overwhelming power, the sacred bamboo in the courtyard broke, the green lotus withered, and all the plants and trees were destroyed.

Only Xia Yi was left, his muscles tense and his fingers clenched.

"Fang Yi!"

The fingertips changed the magic formula, and the shocking sound as huge as bells and tripods came out from Zhang Heng's mouth word by word.

"You are only at the lower level of the Dao foundation. With some luck and the help of the sect, you have been able to cultivate to the seventh level of the foundation building.

How dare you hope to condense the pill?
I don't know what it means, a loach wants to turn into a dragon, a toad wants to swallow the moon! "

"Why not!" Under the overwhelming pressure, Fang Yi completely blocked his body cultivation.

With only an ordinary foundation-building body, he was able to resist the pain in his soul under the pressure of a Jindan True Person.

He straightened his back, his energy was resolute, and he spoke passionately.

"Uncle Hengyi, is there a special kind of Jindan True Person? If I don't have good aptitude, can I not form a Dan?"

"Do you have the guts?" Zhang Heng sneered, his aura rising even more.

“Of course I have it!
You are just a middle-grade spiritual root. When you practice the same technique, your cultivation speed is only 70% of that of a high-grade spiritual root.

How does a mere mid-grade spiritual root compare to a ground-grade spiritual root? How does it compare to an innate spiritual body?"

"Uncle Master, the road to immortality is long. No matter how fast you walk, you may not reach the end."

Fang Yi locked the Qi in his body, and sweat from his temples ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the yellow earth.

"boom!"

How could a low-grade Taoist foundation-building master covet the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain?

Zhang Heng's face was gloomy, and the energy in his body continued to rise, grinding Fang Yi's flesh, blood, and soul like a mill.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, do you know how dangerous it is to form a pill?

For a cultivator with low-grade spiritual roots, even if he cultivates to the peak of the ninth level of foundation building, even forming a pill is still a life-or-death struggle?"

Fang Yi's face showed determination as he bowed. "Uncle Hengyi, please lend me a hand."

“Help you?
Do you know, nephew, what kind of reward will be bestowed upon you if you raise a disciple with a high-grade Dao foundation?"

Seeing that intimidation didn't work, Zhang Heng changed his tone, spoke gently, and tried to tempt him.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, that is a magic weapon. Don't lose the big picture for the small one."

"Uncle Hengyi, I have made up my mind. Please support me." Fang Yi's face showed an expression of perseverance, like a plum blossom that stands proudly in the snow.

Zhang Heng's deep gaze fell on Fang Yi.

"Brother Fang, have you made up your mind? Are you determined not to change?"

"My mind is made up, and I won't change it!" Fang Yi said firmly.

"You are so stubborn!" Zhang Heng shouted angrily, as if scolding Fang Yi for not knowing what is good for him.

"Uncle Master, please forgive me! I only ask for the position of Sect Leader and help in forming the Dan.

Jade Pearl of the Bishui Pavilion has a low-grade Dao foundation and condenses the elixir. The disciple believes that his cultivation foundation is not inferior to hers!

If Master Yuzhu can do it, so can I, your disciple!"

"Forgive me? Ha." Zhang Heng's robe rustled, and a powerful aura pressed down towards Fang Yi.

When Fang Yi's robe became wet, veins popped out on his forehead and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept dripping.

Within a few breaths, a puddle the size of a palm gathered in the dust.

When Fang Yi's body trembled slightly, Zhang Heng's energy flowed and he suddenly chuckled.

"That's right! Senior Brother Xiao has a disciple."

Like ice melting snow, the condensed energy disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Heng waved his sleeves, activated his Dan-Jing magic power, and cast a third-level Spring Breeze Rain spell.

Nourished by the vitality of plants and trees, Fang Yi's skin glowed with precious light, and the fatigue in his mind completely dissipated in a few breaths.

"Sure enough... For thousands of years, this righteous path has been testing its successors with this method..."

Fang Yi did not feel complacent for seeing through Zhang Heng's thoughts.

When testing younger disciples, the techniques don’t have to be old, as long as they are useful.

If it is other foundation-building cultivators.

Even Li Heng, who had built a superior foundation of Taoism, had many plans.

It is also difficult to suppress distracting thoughts and hide the truth in front of Zhang Hengyi, a Jindan Zhenren.

One force can bring down ten.

He can earn Zhang Hengyi's admiration.

It is the ability of the [Scripture of Life and Death] to conceal the Qi, the quasi-third-level body refining cultivation, and the intentional calculation.

Two lifetimes of practice.

In his previous life in the Mingquan Sect, he reached the perfection of the Jindan stage. Among all the living beings in the Dayun immortal world, no one knew the terrifying power of the Jindan Zhenren better than Fang Yi.

Zhang Heng picked up the jade cup and drank the wine in it.

"Junior Brother Fang, you have a fine character and excellent perseverance. You are also quite adept at teaching disciples, and have made great contributions to the sect.

As for the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain, my master, Master Guangsheng, and I are willing to support you."

Seeing Fang Yi's happy expression, Zhang Heng said with regret.

"But not now!"

Fang Yi frowned slightly and asked, "Why not?"

Zhang Hengyi's eyes were deep.

"Junior Brother Fang, my Xuanyang Mountain has governed the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World for over a thousand years, and our sect has produced countless True Dan and True Immortals.

But why are all the monks who hold the position of head monks fake Dan Zhenren?"

"The Fake Dan Zhenren's future is cut off. Is this to prevent the sect's mundane affairs from interfering with the True Dan Zhenren's cultivation?"

Fang Yi picked up the jade pot, and the amber wine poured out, pouring another cup of spiritual wine for Zhang Hengyi.

'Also to balance the real people in the sect'

Fang Yi swallowed half of the sentence and did not say it out loud.

A Jindan Zhenren is also a cultivator.

Neither the spiritual objects needed for daily practice nor the development of disciples and future generations require support from the sect.

In Xuanyang Mountain.

The ones Fang Yi knew included Master Hu Lei, Master Guang Sheng, Master Jiu Han, and Master Tian Que.

And Xiao Changce, who concealed his aura, condensed the golden elixir Zhang Hengyi.

Among the six real people, even fellow brothers and even masters and apprentices, they all have different positions.

If the position of the head of the sect falls into the hands of a True Dan Zhenren, he will inevitably tend to be close to the younger generations of his bloodline, which will make the other Zhenren dissatisfied.

Xuanyang Mountain is the top sect in Dayun's immortal cultivation world, and the number of cultivators in the sect is also limited.

To boost their combat power, Master Hu Lei and Master Jiu Han simultaneously refine their magical weapons and mobilize their disciples. Which Master will the sect support first?
To whom should True Man Guangsheng and True Man Jiuhan offer the spiritual objects they want to collect first?
The way of talismans and the way of weapons both require the fur of third-level monsters. Which real person is the main one?

There are countless such dilemmas.

But if Zhendan Zhenren took charge of the Xuanyang Mountain's leadership.

The monks in the sect will inevitably tend to favor the headmaster who has the power to distribute salaries and open most of the sect's treasure houses.

In order to avoid internal friction among the immortals, Xuanyang Mountain has been able to be passed down for thousands of years. It has its own rules and there is a tacit understanding among the immortals.

If there is only one True Dan Zhenren guarding the Taoist tradition, his words will naturally be final, and all matters in Xuanyang can be decided by him alone.

If there is more than one True Dan Zhenren, you should naturally select a Fake Dan Zhenren with a good reputation.

Even cultivators who have completed their foundation building will be in charge of Xuanyang Mountain and balance the interests of all parties to avoid as much as possible the creation of gaps among the True Dan True People who suppress their foundation.

"This child is teachable!" Zhang Hengyi felt more and more regretful.

A glimpse of the whole picture shows that with such talent and his support, he may be able to take charge of Xuanyang Mountain.

Unfortunately, the sect is about to plan a major event, and now is the most prosperous time in Xuanyang Mountain, which has been here for a thousand years.

A cultivator who has not yet completed the foundation-building stage is not qualified to be the head of Xuanyang Mountain.

"Brother Fang Yi, please change your request. Don't mention the matter of the Sect Leader anymore.
Furthermore, the fact that Li Heng had forged a supreme Dao foundation cannot be disclosed without the order of the Immortal Master within the sect."

"Sure enough, Xuanyang Mountain is planning something big!"

Fang Yi understood it in his mind, and combined with the information about Xuanyang Mountain collected over the past decades, he confirmed his guess.

'Apart from my cheap master Xiao Changce, is there any other real person in Xuanyang Mountain who has hidden his cultivation?
Even if there is none, according to Zhang Heng's idea, Heng'er must conceal his Qi when condensing the golden elixir.'

"Yes, disciple understands." Fang Yi bowed and did not force the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain.

His request for the position of the headmaster this time was just a test.

Success is gratifying.

The real people of Xuanyang Mountain wanted to prevent their leader from being bribed by ordinary spiritual creatures.

The caves of the masters of all generations have third-level spiritual veins and are protected by the treasures inherited from the sect.

The treatment is no less than that of a True Dan Zhenren.

What if it doesn’t work?

Fang Yi also had other plans in mind.

The position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain is precious, so it is naturally impossible for a low-grade Taoist master to become one.

Fang Yi's eyes were dim.

He was determined to get the position of the sect leader, and the sect leader he wanted was a Jindan Zhenren who could completely take charge of Xuanyang Mountain.

In this way, in the Dayun world of immortal cultivation, it is possible to complete the formation of the elixir and condense the Nascent Soul.

"A low-grade Dao foundation is not acceptable, but a medium-grade Dao foundation is acceptable."

Under Zhang Heng's gaze, Fang Yi hesitated for a few times, and suddenly released his energy.

“Uncle Hengyi, a low-grade foundation-building cultivator, has little hope of achieving elixir formation and is unqualified for the position of sect leader.

What if it is a mid-level Dao base?"

"Mid-level Dao foundation?" Zhang Heng looked down at Fang Yi, sizing him up inch by inch. "Junior Brother Fang, stop joking.

When the nephew entered the inner sect and lit the soul lamp, the sect had already sent monks to investigate thoroughly.

I have a medium-grade wood spiritual root. Although I have taken Senior Brother Xiao as my teacher, I have mediocre luck. I excel in the ways of spiritual medicine and puppetry."

A green gem was emitting spiritual light in Zhang Heng's sleeve. A cold look appeared in his eyes and he spoke softly.

"My nephew's qualifications and experience, Feng Xin Lou in the sect knows at least 80% or 90% of it, if not 100%.

Could it be that Junior Brother Fang Yi wants to tell me?

As a cultivator with medium-grade wood spiritual roots, he had no teacher or elders to care for him and was born in an ordinary family.

Yet, under the watchful eyes of a Jindan True Person, he managed to cultivate a mid-grade Dao foundation that is difficult for a cultivator with top-grade spiritual roots to achieve?!"

"Uncle Hengyi is joking. My nephew has evolved a three-layered platform in his Dantian Qi Sea, but he only has a low-grade Dao foundation.

But there is always a way out."

Fang Yi Kurong activated his magic power and two magic weapons flew out from his sleeves.

The banner of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fluttered behind him, and green clouds and mist spread out. Under Zhang Heng's momentum, the bamboo joints were broken and the dead grass and trees sprouted and grew leaves.

The blue lotus flag moved without wind, and was full of spiritual light. Big blue lotuses fell down, turning into a lotus sea of ​​acres.

The lotus sea is rippled, the green leaves reach the sky, a lush green lotus platform is emitting vitality, and is connected to the banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins.

"They are of good quality, just two top-grade magical instruments that have the potential to become magical treasures." Zhang Heng frowned slightly and raised the gem in his sleeve to seal the Bizhuxuan.

Compared with the position of the head of the sect that Fang Yi is seeking, preventing the news about Li Heng in Qingyuan Market from being leaked is the most important thing.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and layers of green light gathered together.

"Of course there's more to it than that! Uncle Master, please look!"

"boom!"

The faint vitality of the grass and trees gathered, and a pillar of green light shot up into the sky. The green wood spiritual light flowed and turned into a blue and white Tai Chi diagram.

The ancient banners of the ruins swayed, the runes evolved, and the lush vitality fell and landed on the lotus platform.

"Crash!"

The green light blooms, and the lotus platform sways with vitality.

One by one, jade-colored lotus seeds shot out from the lotus platform.

The lotus seeds take root and sprout, the lotus leaves unfold, the buds bloom, and the lotus fragrance fills the air.

The ancient and tenacious vitality fills the entire Bizhu Courtyard.

"Hmm?" Zhang Heng's expression changed slightly. "Such pure mana! Dao foundation without regrets, how is that possible?!"

Behind Fang Yi, the clear light condensed into a three-layer jade altar. Above the altar, there was a layer of clouds and mist, and the illusory altar was looming.

"Uncle Hengyi, I was fortunate enough to get this opportunity, and I hope to improve my foundation and develop a mid-level Dao foundation.

I wonder if I can compete for the position of the headmaster."

As if to increase the persuasiveness, Fang Yi held up a palm-sized Five Poison Cauldron.

A few drops of emerald green blood essence and marrow fluid rolled, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance rose from the cauldron.

"A quasi-third-level spiritual medicine? It's also a top-notch spiritual medicine that replenishes essence and blood and heals hidden injuries!"

Zhang Heng looked at Fang Yi deeply, as if he wanted to imprint Fang Yi, the man with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and gentle face like jade, into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He sighed.

"Fang, you are indeed the descendant of Brother Changce. Hey, you are really well hidden.
Is this the sect's secret third-level precious elixir, the Xuanyang Shengdao Pill?"

Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly.

If it was the Xuanyang Shengdao Pill, it would not be a three-and-a-half-layer platform now, but a genuine mid-grade Dao foundation.

“That’s all.
If I hadn't condensed the golden elixir, I might have explored a few more.

Now, everyone has their own opportunities. Junior Brother Fang, you can develop a mid-level Dao foundation."

Zhang Heng paused after speaking, his peripheral vision lingering on a large bluestone about ten feet long beside the lotus pond at Bizhuxuan.

"Nephew Fang Yi, your path to enlightenment is expected to progress even further. The spirit of Brother Chang Ce in heaven would also be extremely pleased.
However, the matter of the Xuanyang Mountain Sect Leader..."

With the magic power flowing in and out, Zhang Heng pointed with his finger, and the scene of lotus leaves reaching the sky disappeared in an instant.

"Nephew, please take a good rest. This matter has far-reaching implications. Let me think about it for a while."

"I hope that Master Hengyi will help me. I will take my leave first."

Fang Yi bowed and spoke earnestly. Then, without further delay, he turned and left.

There was silence in the backyard of Bizhuxuan. Occasionally, the autumn wind blew, and the newly grown bamboos made rustling sounds.

Zhang Hengyi's consciousness fell on the large bluestone beside the lotus pond and he shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Changce, since you are here, why hide it? If the younger generation knew about it, they would just laugh at you."

"Hey, besides my junior brother, which junior dares to laugh at me?"

Xiao Changce was wearing a crimson robe with a crystal clear little green snake wrapped around his neck. He walked slowly out from behind the big bluestone.

Xiao Changce lifted his robe and sat down beside the stone table, then picked up the jade pot on the table.

"Gulu.Gulu"

His Adam's apple moved, and the amber wine wet his robe.

After drinking half a pot of spiritual wine, Xiao Changce sighed with satisfaction, hinting at something.

"Chiquanshan Kang family's amber roast? Junior Brother Hengyi, my disciple Fang Yi is so filial.

Thank you for taking care of this position of the Sect Leader, Junior Brother."

"Brother Xiao, you know that you, me, and our master, the three Jindan True Immortals, hold the most power in our sect.

Senior Brothers Tianque, Hulei, and Jiuhan will never allow our master's lineage to take the position of head."

"Not allowed?" Xiao Changce sneered. "If it's a head-on fight, it's fine if my disciple is inferior to others.

If he can successfully practice the secret technique and improve his foundation, he will have a chance of achieving a mid-level Taoist foundation.

If any old fellow in the sect dares to stand in his way and bully the weak, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Practice secret techniques?
Fang Yi can make up for his foundation, is it because of my senior brother's care? "

Zhang Heng's eyes flickered, and his gaze dropped.

"Slurp~" Xiao Changce raised his head and drank a glass of spirit wine, sighing.

"It was a coincidence, and I never thought that Fang Yi could practice that secret technique to such a level.

All he needs to reach a mid-level Dao foundation is a third-level spirit seed with matching attributes."

"Third-level spirit seed?" Zhang Heng's face suddenly understood.

"I see. No wonder Fang Yi asked me about the third-order spirit seed after Senior Brother's 'passing away' more than twenty years ago."

Thinking about the news from Master Hu Lei in the ancient city of Dadu, Zhang Heng frowned.

"Brother Changce, you see, it's not that easy for Fang Yi to improve his Dao foundation.

The spiritual seed he was eyeing was owned by the Green Vine Black-Armored Turtle Clan of Sudu Mountain.
Now, the Green Vine Black Armor Turtle clan has been annihilated by the third-level beast king, Qingxiao Cloud Crane Luoyu."

"Extermination of the clan?! Qingxiao Yunhe Luoyu?" Xiao Changce's face paused, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Bizhuxuan, the east wing cave.

In the side room, a green ban spread, isolating the inside and the outside.

A green auspicious cloud lifted Fang Yi up.

"Hey. My scheming master is here too. Counting Zhang Hengyi who has condensed the golden elixir.

I wonder which unlucky monk will run into the edge of the knife."

Fang Yi pondered in his heart.

"Today I have informed Zhang Hengyi that I am interested in the position of Sect Leader.

Coincidentally, my master was also here, which saved me a lot of time explaining the Dao foundation cultivation."

Fang Yi looked at Master Zi Dian with a leisurely gaze, as if looking through the forbidden magic.

"Then we'll go to Sudu and resolve the spiritual vein issue.

Yan Youtai has invited me, and Heng'er has also forged a top-grade foundation for the Dao. Master Hu Lei should give me some respect."

As for the other three Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain, they did not want Fang Yi to take the position of the head.

"It's just that the benefits are not enough. I am not far from becoming a third-level spiritual doctor."

Three days later.

In Bizhuxuan, Zhang Heng, wearing a Yimu Cangling robe, spoke with a smile and took out a decree carved from spiritual wood.

"Junior Brother Fang, I have thought about what you said about the Sect Leader earlier and am willing to support you.

However, Xiao Lie, who now holds the position of the head, is a fake Dan Zhenren, who is very good at fighting. He is in his prime and has more than a hundred years of life left.

If my nephew can forge a mid-level Dao foundation, Xiao Lie will step down on his own accord."

Zhang Heng glanced at Li Heng, who was standing aside with his hands hanging down but listening intently.

He was able to condense the golden elixir and had practiced for hundreds of years, so he was definitely not an unintelligent person.

Although he was not optimistic, Fang Yi was able to defeat Xiao Lie, who was in his prime and had more than a hundred years to live.

But Fang Yi, as the master of Li Heng, a top-grade Taoist cultivator, is also a disciple of Xiao Changce.

He was also willing to give some face and make a break.

Even if Fang Yi succeeds in upgrading his Dao foundation and achieving a mid-level Dao foundation.

But how many of them have a mid-level Dao foundation and can condense a true elixir?

How many people have condensed fake pills?

If one wants to enter the upper echelons of Xuanyang Mountain, one must be worshipped by the sect, and building a mid-level Taoist foundation is just the beginning.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang!"

Fang Yi looked delighted as he took the token. With this token in hand, things would become much easier from now on.

"Zhang Hengyi must have known about the extermination of the Green Vine Black-armored Turtle clan in Sudu Mountain. Otherwise, he would never have let it go so easily."

As for Xiao Lie?

Fang Yi didn't care at all. He didn't really have a mid-level Dao foundation, nor was he an ordinary foundation.

A fake elixir master who has not yet condensed the real elixir, even if he has a real person in the sect as a backer.

He is not afraid either.

Zhang Hengyi felt more and more sorry when he saw Fang Yi's measured behavior.

The Green Vine and Black-Armored Turtle clan in Sudu was wiped out by the third-level demon king Luo Yu. The matter of the spiritual seed is illusory.

Even if he received the teachings from Xiao Changce, it would still be difficult to reach the middle level of the Taoist foundation.

"boom!"

A vast aura enveloped the area, and Li Chenzi's voice echoed.

"Fang Yi, get out here!"

"Hmm?" Zhang Heng frowned slightly and waved his hand to issue a decree.

"Li Chenzi from Fengling Immortal City, has this lineage of Nine-Bend Immortals completely turned to the Blue Water Pavilion?"

Above the market town, Li Chenzi was wearing a robe with a pattern of mountains and rivers turning into the moon, a five-colored scarf on his head, and his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the Qingyuan Market and the slowly rising Qingmu Soul-Nourishing Array, Li Chenzi frowned slightly.

"Fang Yi, I'll give you three breaths. If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for not caring about Xuanyang Mountain's reputation!"

"three!"

"two!"

"Boom!"

Li Chenzi flicked his sleeves, and the rich Wu Earth spiritual power gathered and turned into a large handprint with brown spiritual light that fell down.

"Li Chenzi, are you bullying me because there is no one in Xuanyang Mountain?"

In the Bizhuxuan, a flash of lightning rose up. Zidian Zhenren held a thunder bead in his hand and a jade-colored sound transmission note in his sleeve.

He felt helpless.

If it weren't for Zhang Heng's order, he would not be willing to fight with Li Chenzi.

"Purple Lightning?" Li Chenzi sneered. "I wonder who Fang Yi relies on to be so bold.

So it's you, Zidian?"

(End of this chapter)