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

Chapter 515: The Same Return Method in Xuanji Garden, You Come and I Go, Each with His Own Thoughts (Two in One)

In the Xuanji Cave, between the waterside pavilions, there is a hundred-foot jade platform, with dozens of graceful beauties dancing to the music.

The wine flows and the water flows, and the music of stringed instruments never stops in the ears.

"Junior Brother Fang, come and sit over here."

Yan Youtai smiled and waved in greeting. He then lifted his robe and sat down in the main seat at the center of the jade stage.

Fang Yi glanced around.

Seven or eight monks came into view under the jade platform. Many of them were either octogenarians, or had white hair, or were holding jade beads.
But without exception, their cultivation was profound, and none of them was lower than the middle stage of foundation building.

Fang Yi sniffed lightly, and the faint aroma of medicine was absorbed into his nasal cavity.

"A fellow spiritual doctor? His rank is quite high."

Medical practitioners, because they have been refining elixirs for many years, are contaminated by the medicinal aroma and carry a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Junior Brother Fang, all the fellow Taoists have already gathered here half a year ago, and are now waiting for you.

"Hurry up and take a seat now," Yan Youtai urged.

Fang Yi's gaze fell on the sandalwood table that Yan Youtai pointed at.

There are ten seats in the courtyard, four on each side and two in the middle, forming an "concave" shape.

Although on every sandalwood table, there are jade pots of spiritual wine, top-grade spiritual medicine, spiritual fruits and sweet springs.

But there is no doubt that the two most central positions are the most honorable and have the highest status.

One after another, spiritual consciousness, some hot, some cold, and some malicious, fell towards Fang Yi.

"Foundation building seven levels, foundation building seven levels, foundation building nine levels, foundation building eight levels."

The eight foundation-building masters had a tacit understanding and joined forces to send their spiritual consciousness towards Fang Yi.

Yan Youtai has high aspirations, has reached the ninth level of foundation building, and is a quasi-third-rank celestial master. He is an almost certain future Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain.

The monks who were invited by him must have extraordinary qualities.

Seeing Yan Youtai smiling without saying anything, Fang Yi frowned slightly. On his robe of mountains and rivers, the shadow of a mountain appeared, emitting a foot of faint light, blocking the spiritual consciousness of everyone in front of him.

"Humph!"

The eight foundation-building masters groaned in unison and withdrew their spiritual consciousness.

"My fellow Taoists, why be so polite when we first meet?" Fang Yi took a step forward and calmly sat down next to Yan Youtai under the pressure of the eight late foundation-building cultivators.

"Brother Yan, it seems that the cultivators you invited do not welcome me?"

“Junior Brother Fang misunderstood.

Fellow Daoists, I just heard that Junior Brother defeated Huang Yanzi in Fengling Immortal City, and I'm just a little curious."

Yan Youtai wore a square pure crown on his head, a Yin-Yang Bagua robe on his body, a green jade brocade belt around his waist, and Dengyun stepping boots on his feet.

His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, his eyes were like black ink, and the gray hair on his temples gave him a hint of evil.

"Junior Brother Fang, you said you were in seclusion earlier, but now you've finally come out."

"Brother Yan, please don't blame me. I came out of seclusion just to see you."

Fang Yi's face was slightly tense, as if he was worried that Yan Youtai would be dissatisfied.

"Don't be offended, Junior Brother. It was just a joke." Yan Youtai said in a slightly serious tone, hinting at something.

"In the battle at Fengling Immortal City, Junior Brother defeated Huang Yanzi, but it also greatly enhanced the reputation of our Xuanyang Mountain.

My senior brothers didn't know that my junior brother, who is so proficient in medicine, has the ability to fight like this."

"Me? Defeat Huang Yanzi?" Fang Yi looked strange. "Brother, are you kidding me?"

"Junior Brother Fang, don't be so modest." Yan Youtai said with admiration.

Fang Yi's heart was as calm as water, his brows were furrowed, and he gave a wry smile.

"Brother Yan, please stop joking. He is just a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage. How can he be attacked by a fake Dan Zhenren?

Junior Brother was able to win, firstly due to the ability of Master Zidian, and secondly due to the help of Uncle Zhang Hengyi."

"Zhang Hengyi's help?"

Yan Youtai raised his eyebrows. He had been in Sudu Mountain for many years. How could he not have the foundation of Zidian Zhenren? He was the bottom cultivator among the Jiadan Zhenren.

In a head-on fight, the fact that he was able to escape from Huang Yanzi's hands was due to the good luck of Master Zi Dian.

Yan Youtai pondered for a moment and then asked.

"How did Junior Brother Hengyi help me? What secret technique did he perform?
The secret technique that allowed Junior Brother Zi Dian to defeat Huang Yanzi is quasi-third level?"

"Master Zi Dian didn't tell my senior brother?" Fang Yi said in astonishment and disbelief.

"During the battle at Fengling Fairy City, Senior Brother Zidian performed a third-level magic technique, the [Thunder Peng Transformation Technique].

If Huang Yanzi had not activated the magic weapon, he would have been performing a secret method of the mountain way.

Senior Brother Zi Dian can beat Huang Yanzi to death."

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the slender Chu Xiang, wearing the red Xuanyang armor, walked quickly into the water pavilion.

He bent his body slightly, lowered his eyebrows and looked submissive, and whispered a few words in Yan Youtai's ear.

Yan Youtai suddenly clenched his hands in his sleeves, then quickly separated them.

Feeling Yan Youtai's subtle but frequently fluctuating aura, Fang Yi glanced sideways slightly.

"Who angered Yan Youtai?"

Half an incense stick later, the singing and dancing on the jade stage had long stopped, and a dark cloud-like aura covered the entire Tianji Garden.

Yan Youtai waved his sleeves and stood up.

He apologized.

"Please wait a moment, my fellow Taoists. I have to leave for a moment due to an emergency."

"Brother Yan, business is more important!"

"That's right, that's right. Brothers, please don't delay our work for us."

"Brother Yan, please go ahead. We will wait patiently for your return."

Amidst the constant stream of flattering voices, Yan Youtai bowed, turned around and left angrily without any hesitation.

In the water pavilion, the sounds of bells and drums rang out, and the dancers were replaced by a group of young girls with graceful figures and plump bodies.

Fang Yi's expression was calm as he enjoyed the singing and dancing in a gentle and elegant manner.

A dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

"I wonder what right this undeservedly famous person has to make us waste half a year waiting here?"

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The sounds of drinking and chewing, as well as the sounds of stringed instruments on the jade platform, all disappeared at the same time, and silence suddenly fell under the jade platform.

"Who is this fellow Taoist?"

Fang Yi smiled and looked at the first person on his right, a monk with a burly figure wearing brown tights.

"I'm Ding Yan!" Ding Yan straightened his chest and leaned casually on the sandalwood chair.

"Ding Yan?" Fang Yi seemed to be lost in thought. "But is he the Clan Leader of the Ding Clan of Chihuo River, Fellow Daoist Ding Yan?"

Ding Yan raised his chin and spoke proudly. "You, a spiritual doctor, do have some knowledge, but I am a cultivator of the Ding family.
In order to wait for you, Brother Yan made all the fellow Taoists wait for another half a year.

Brother Yan Dao is a generous person, he can tolerate it, but I can't!"

Ding Yan took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and a red spiritual light flashed, and the jade slip stood solemnly on the sandalwood table in front of Fang Yi.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I heard that you are quite good at handling spiritual herbs.

Fellow Daoists present here, time is precious. If you are sensible, please follow the jade slip and give each of you a set of second-level spiritual medicine."

"A set of second-grade spiritual medicine?" Fang Yi's eyes grew warmer. "Fellow Daoist Ding, do you know how much a set of second-grade spiritual medicine is worth?"

Ding Yan's fiery gaze swept across all the cultivators present, and paused slightly at the empty seat on Yan Youtai.

Immediately, a slight feeling of heat spread throughout his body, and the heat in his eyes increased by three points.

"How valuable is a set of second-level spiritual medicine that can restore vitality, detoxify, heal injuries, and regulate the body? How could Ding not know this?

But if it is not like this, how can we show our sincerity?"

"Huh? Sincerity?"

Fang Yi's eyes turned cold as he swept over the cultivators present.

It seemed as if they had already reached a tacit understanding. The eight people who were building their foundation were vaguely connected in energy, as if to force themselves to submit.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, you have such a big appetite!"

"Chu Xiang, you performed well just now."

In the Xuanji Cave, Xiaoxuan Tower, an ancient bronze mirror slowly turned.

Yan Youtai stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, without a trace of anger.

He looked at the ancient mirror and saw Ding Yan and several foundation-building monks acting aggressively, muttering to himself.

"My junior fellow apprentice is becoming more and more promising.

At the seventh level of foundation building, one can activate magic weapons and help Zi Dian defeat Huang Yanzi.

Now that he has broken through the eighth level of foundation building, Zhang Hengyi has condensed the golden elixir to help him.

There are two people in the same family who have reached the Dan stage. I don’t know if they still take me, their senior brother, seriously.”

"Master has a high level of cultivation and noble status, so condensing the True Pill will be a natural process for him.

How dare Fang Yi disrespect his master?"

Chu Xiang knelt on the ground, crawling more and more humbly, trying his best to restrain his energy.

He felt a trace of sympathy for Fang Yi. As his master's hair turned gray, he became more and more arbitrary in his actions.

Fang Yi is a third-rank spiritual doctor. He traveled thousands of miles to ask Master Hu Lei for an order to come to the ancient city of Dadu.

After arriving, he had some concerns again. The main ingredients of the Blood Essence and Marrow Rising Powder were clearly ready.

But he gave an order not to let Fang Yi know.

"Chu Xiang, do you think I'm crazy?" Yan Youtai stretched out his skinny hand to touch the silver hair at his temples and laughed strangely.

"I dare not!" Chu Xiang was shocked and immediately restrained his anger and responded respectfully.

"Don't dare? Hey."

Yan Youtai's smile became more and more weird. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the wild aura of Tianwu Jue lingered, and the voice of the devil's chanting was looming.

He gently stroked the scarlet jade slip and a bloody gem in his hand.

"Chu Xiang, you're so boring. Let's see how capable my good junior brother is."

"Yan Youtai is suspicious!"

Seeing Ding Yan acting without any scruples, Fang Yi recalled the vitality hidden in Yan Youtai's body just now, and he felt solemn in his heart.

"There seems to be a secret method that forcibly seizes and extends part of the lifespan."

Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

As their lifespans are increasingly depleted, there are only a handful of people in the sect who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage in the Wood Dao, but there are even fewer cultivators who can break through to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Considering the time it's taken, I should be suspicious."

Fang Yi held a large, blue-gray cauldron in his hand, its light shone forth with undisguised preciousness. The [Life and Death Sutra] slowly circulated, sensing a hidden corner of the Mysterious Garden, beneath layers of forbidden laws.

A familiar energy, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, fluctuating.

Fang Yi understood clearly that no matter how well he concealed himself, there would not be a single flaw.

However, there are only a few cultivators with wood spiritual roots in the sect, and cultivators who can break through to the late stage of foundation building are even rarer.

Zhang Hengyi condensed the golden elixir.

The only two cultivators in the sect who have wood spiritual roots and are in the late stage of foundation building are Chang Sun Jie and I.
Given Yan Youtai's suspicious nature, even if I had no flaws, he would definitely try to find out.'

Ding Yan took a few steps and came in front of Fang Yi.

"What? Fellow Daoist Fang doesn't want to compensate us?

That’s quite a compliment!”

"You want to flatter me? Ding Yan, are you worthy?!" Fang Yi's robe rustled, and the aura of ancient trees around him was connected with the Five Poison Cauldron.

"Ding Yan, you were able to cultivate to the ninth level of foundation building because of some good fortune.

Don’t lose your life because of a momentary anger.”

"boom!"

The shadow of a tender and juicy third-grade green lotus swayed behind Fang Yi.

The green lotus blossomed, and lotus seeds fell from the lotus pod, stretching and spreading. Within a few breaths, an acre of green lotus sea filled the entire Xuanji Garden.

Fang Yi held the blue lotus flag in his hand, and was covered in green light, standing like a deep and majestic mountain.

“Ding Yan, we are both cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage, but there is a huge gap between you and me.

Can it be easily compensated by having a higher level of cultivation?"

"Third-level Wood Dao technique?" Ding Yan's ears trembled slightly, and he was certain in his heart.

"I want to see how you, a cultivator who has just broken through to the eighth level of foundation building, can teach me a lesson when your cultivation isn't even stable yet!"

A red gourd flew out from his sleeve. Ding Yan's expression changed slightly, and a surging purple spiritual fire gushed out.

"call!"

The heat wave rolled, and the purple spiritual fire turned into fire snakes, pouncing towards Fang Yi and biting him.

"Little Doyle"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the spiritual power of plants and trees gathered. The blue lotus flag dropped with ripples, and blue lotuses swayed.

The purple spiritual flame ignited the green lotus, and the heat scorched it. Within a few breaths, the green lotus withered and then bloomed again.

"clang!"

The sound of bells and tripods rang out, and Fang Yi activated the Five Poison Cauldron and smashed it down towards Ding Yan.

"Magic weapon!?" Ding Yan exclaimed with an ugly expression.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I'm here to help you!"

"Zheng!" A sword sounded, and the thin monk sitting on the chair pointed his finger. A golden sword light turned into a sword net and pressed towards the Five Poison Cauldron.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and jade clashing echoed, and the flying sword was blasted with a crack on the sword body by the Five Poison Cauldron.

The thin swordsman's face turned dark, and he immediately stood up, changing the magic gestures in his hands.

"Fang Yi, you are too arrogant!"

Feeling Yan Youtai's increasingly strong aura in the Xuanji Cave.

Fang Yi felt neither happy nor sad. With a thought, a silver light flew out from the pet bag on his waist.

"Roar!"

A beast roar filled with wild energy echoed, and a silver-white beast with a majestic aura and a gourd magic weapon on its head stepped on a demonic cloud and locked onto the thin sword cultivator.

"A peak-level second-level demon beast?!"

"Xu Bai, do you want to intervene?" Fang Yi's gaze fell on the little beast sword cultivator.

As a casual cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building, he also had an impression of Xu Bai.

"Since you all think I'm unworthy of my position, then let's have a fight!"

Fang Yi knew it in his heart.

Since Yan Youtai was suspicious, he could not leave easily without explaining himself.

The magic gestures at his fingertips changed, and hundreds of energy roots connected to Xu Bai and Ding Yan.

The aerial roots twisted and turned, connecting the qi of the three people in an instant.

"burst!"

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and an invisible force followed the air root and fell towards Ding Yan and Xu Bai.

"puff!"

The magic power backfired and Ding Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xu Bai on the other side was in an even worse condition. Not only was he vomiting blood, but his cultivation was also unstable.

Fang Yi's face turned pale, and a green spiritual flag fluttered behind him, with rays of Yimu immortal energy falling down.

In an instant, his Qi rose again and his complexion returned to its rosy color.

"My fellow Daoists, since you want to know how I can help Senior Brother Zi Dian defeat Huang Yanzi.

Then give it a try!"

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his Qi roots waved. Amid the horrified faces of Ding Yan, Xu Bai and many other cultivators, the magic gestures on his fingertips changed.

"Yi Mu Tong Gui Fa!"

"Blow it up!!!"

"Boom!"

The air roots exploded rapidly, causing Ding Yan and Xu Bai's energy to become increasingly weak.

Ding Yan and Xu Bai activated their magic weapons, trying to break the qi root, but this qi root was the condensation of magic power.

After one of the roots was broken, two more roots spread out again, connecting the qi of the two people.

"boom!"

In Xuanji Garden, the sounds of roars and explosions were endless. In a blink of an eye, the aura around Ding Yan had dropped to an extreme point.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xu Bai's face turned pale. His cultivation level, which had just broken through to the seventh level of foundation building, fell again.

"My cultivation!"

Xu Bai showed a vicious look, originally wanting to please Yan Youtai.

I never thought that a spiritual doctor would act so cruelly and cause him to end up like this.

"Fang Yi, die!!"

"Zheng!" The golden flying sword was full of murderous intent, emitting cold light, and pounced towards Fang Yi.

"Just you?" Fang Yi said with arrogance. "You are just a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. You don't know what's good for you.

Let Fang take you on your way!"

"Crash!"

The banner of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fluttered, and hundreds of twisted ancient vines entangled, turning into a withered and yellow giant hand.

Wood Dao Secret Technique: Small Dry Vine Hand.

The withered yellow hand seemed to be closing slowly but actually was closing quickly. Xu Bai was in a trance and his protective robes broke apart. He was about to be captured and killed.

"Brother Yan, save me!"

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, Xu Bai's hair stood on end. He ignored the previous agreement and looked terrified.

"Junior Brother Fang, please show mercy!"

A silver light rose up and turned into a magic ban, slightly blocking the withered vine hand.

Then Yan Youtai showed up, glanced at the third-grade green lotus behind Fang Yi with a hidden look, and felt a little relieved.

He gave a wry smile.

"Junior Brother Fang, I was only away for a moment. What happened?"

"What do you mean, Senior Brother Yan?" Fang Yi looked dissatisfied.

He murmured in his heart. 'Finally appeared.'

"Ding Yan and Xu Bai acted without any scruples in attacking Senior Brother's cave.

But Senior Brother acquiesced?"

Fang Yi's face was gloomy and he stared at Yan Youtai with a sharp gaze.

"Brother Yan, if you are dissatisfied with me, why did you invite me to the ancient city of Dadu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi immediately stood up, raised his boots and walked towards the door.

"Can't leave!"

Seeing that Yan Youtai didn't say anything, Ding Yan made up his mind and a red magic sword popped out from his sleeve.

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

"Crack!"

Fang Yi showed impatience and called out softly, "Xiao Qi!"

"Boom!" A huge Wu Earth handprint surrounded by demonic power fell down, and the red magic sword, along with Ding Yan, whose vitality was greatly damaged, were knocked into the stone slab.

"Junior Brother Fang! I have absolutely no such intention!" Yan Youtai's expression changed slightly.

Fang Yi said nothing, showing dissatisfaction on his face, and turned into a beam of green light and left.

Asking others to do things for you is not as good as asking yourself for help. Take this opportunity to solve the problem of the second-level superior spiritual vein.

In Xuanjiyuan, in the waterside pavilion, there were only three people left.

Yan Youtai narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Third-grade green lotus, although full of vitality, does not have the gnarled appearance of an ancient tree, nor does it have the appearance of vigorous vitality.

It seems that my junior fellow disciple is not the withered Taoist. It is me who is too suspicious.

Yan Youtai felt a little relieved.

"It seems that the cultivator who practices the Wood Dao longevity method is Zhang Hengyi."

He took out two soul-sealing jade boxes from his sleeves and threw them into the arms of Ding Yan and Xu Bai.

"This is the spiritual object I promised you two. Today's affairs are over."

Purple Light Courtyard.

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly and said to Gu Jiushang beside him.

"Qingfeng, clean up the cave and inform Junior Brother Xu that I'm going to rent a cave.
In addition, spread the news that Junior Brother Xu and I are interested in the quasi-third-level spiritual vein in Nanyunbo.
The fish should be hooked."

(End of this chapter)