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

Chapter 518: Trouble in the Garden, Master Hu Lei

A few broken and worn runes were engraved on the half-broken pestle, stained with the aura of time.

Fang Yi reached out and took the pestle, feeling its rough touch, and his spiritual consciousness poured into it.

'. It is used to treat dead skin and muscles, chills and fever caused by stroke, as if in a car or boat, to eliminate evil spirits, soothe the five internal organs, and benefit the essence of children.'

One after another, vigorous spiritual characters were imprinted into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Fang Yi showed joy on his face and withdrew his consciousness from the pestle.

[Introduction to Cang Yuanzi's Small Medicine] As a third-level inheritance, it is a note left by a medical master named Cang Yuanzi.

Although it is incomplete, the remaining chapters are the notes left by Cang Yuanzi, which contain the growth path of a third-level medical master, and every word is precious.

After just a cursory glance, Fang Yi had some insights into the roles of the main, secondary, and auxiliary herbs, the cold, hot, warm, and tonic properties, and the harmony of medicinal properties.

"Thank you, Uncle Xuanyi. This article [Introduction to Cang Yuanzi's Small Medicine] has been very helpful to me.

With his help, the time it takes for me to achieve a breakthrough in my spiritual medicine can be reduced by at least several years."

Yang Xuanyi's lips curled slightly, and he waved his hand. "It's nothing more than a small matter. This is what my nephew deserves. I also gained a lot from the Fengling Immortal City incident."

Fang Yi understood that Yang Xuanyi was asking for Qi Jie to teach him the [Wu Yang Formation Book].

"Xiao Qi, Uncle Xuanyi is discussing the inheritance of the [Wu Yang Formation Book] with you. Don't mess around, and have a good conversation."

Qijie's dark eyes turned slightly as he looked at the spiritual banana in his hand, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph~"

It snorted softly, considering that Yang Xuanyi often offered spiritual fruits as an offering and was a humble person.

Although he was a little clumsy in formations, Qijie stretched out his hoof and patted Yang Xuanyi's shoulder.

He immediately looked reluctant, hesitated for a while, and finally agreed.

Yang Xuanyi was delighted in his heart, but he suppressed it in an instant and remained calm.

"Thank you so much, Brother Qijie."

He had a very good relationship with Zhang Hengyi, and he vaguely received a reminder that this formation technique would be of great use to Xuanyang Mountain.

If he could improve his formation skills, it would be of great benefit to his cultivation and status in the sect.

The disciples of the Jindan Zhenren are also divided into different levels in Xuanyang Mountain.

The strongest ones like Zhang Hengyi are in a class of their own.

The next level is the true seeds of Xuanyang Mountain, such as Yan Youtai and Changsun Jie, who have the probability of becoming true disciples of Ningdan.

The third class is those who have forged a mid-level foundation of Taoism and are ordinary disciples under the command of a true master of the Jindan realm.

The status is only slightly better than that of ordinary foundation building.

Yang Xuanyi glanced across the cave, and the recently solidified lava rocks were particularly eye-catching.

Feeling the broken plants and trees, the concentration of spiritual energy barely reached the lower level of the second level.

A cultivator at the eighth level of foundation building does not live in a cave residence in Xuanyang Mountain, but rents a business inn. There must be a big secret behind this.

Yang Xuanyi pondered for a moment and did not speak.

His relationship with Zhang Hengyi is well known to all the foundation-building masters in the sect.

He came here this time to study the art of formation. If Fang Yi didn't speak up, he wouldn't be able to interfere.

Looking at Yang Xuanyi who couldn't wait to take the seven rings and enter the cave, Fang Yi took out a sound-transmitting jade talisman from his fingertips.

After a while, in a quiet room.

Gu Jiushang was dressed in tight clothes, with a sturdy figure and a face that looked like a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had already reached the sixth level of Qi training.

"Master, what is your command for calling me here?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. "Qingfeng, it's been several days. Does Ke Qionggui have any news about the cave?"

"My lord, there is no news." Gu Jiushang hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"According to my inquiries, Ke Qionggui has been in seclusion since returning to the cave.

She returned all the spiritual objects Yan Youtai had given her, and she did not deliberately conceal them."

"Not hiding it?" Fang Yi seemed to be lost in thought. "This Ke Qionggui doesn't want to get involved in your dispute with Yan Youtai."

"Qingfeng, spread the news in the ancient city that I have been noticed by Master Hengyi and Guangsheng.

The two Immortals were worried that I would be bullied, so they specially sent Yang Xuanyi to Dadu Ancient City to be under my command.

Gu Jiushang looked through the magic ban and towards the room where Yang Xuanyi was, feeling vaguely worried.

"Master, if Yang Xuanyi knew about this, would it damage our friendship?
After all, it involves two Jindan Zhenren, so being so careless is a bit risky.
Moreover, even if the news is released, Yan Youtai's status will not cause much harm."

"Qing Feng, don't worry. Just do as I say."

"As for the blame after taking advantage of the situation?

Zhang Hengyi and Huang Guangsheng, two Jindan Zhenren, sent Yang Xuanyi to Dadu Ancient City with a plan in mind.

Fang Yi smiled slightly, not caring at all.

As long as he is Li Heng's master and has the hope of becoming a third-level spiritual doctor, the two immortals will not care.

He hinted at something. "Yan Youtai is not the only cultivator who holds great power and authority in the ancient city.
A Jindan Zhenren is the real chess player.

If it involves a true disciple of the sect, the real master will handle the matter."

"Yes, sir!" Gu Jiushang bowed and turned to leave.

As a cultivator in the late foundation building stage and born in Xuanyang Mountain, it was easy for him to spread the news.

"Well, Qingfeng, don't forget to collect the blood essence of monsters."

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

There must be a reason why he changed his previous behavior this time and wanted to fight with Yan Youtai.

The foundation he now has on the table includes an eighth-level foundation-building cultivator, a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor, and a second-level top-grade demon beast.

It is already stuck in the bag and cannot be concealed.

There are limits on the spiritual objects used to refine magic weapons, protective talismans, caves for cultivation, and the offerings and support from the sect in Xuanyang Mountain.

When you reach the late stage of foundation building, if you want to make progress, you can no longer be like dust.

'I am planning to become the head of Xuanyang Mountain, so I must establish a strong reputation and set a standard.

Otherwise, how can a nameless person gain the support of fellow monks and the tacit approval of Jindan Zhenren?

Fang Yi understood.

After becoming a true disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, if you want to make further progress in your practice, you cannot retreat from this step.

One step back, one step back.

Until he loses his position as a true healer, at most he can be used as a spiritual doctor to be exploited by others.

In the eyes of Xuanyang Mountain's Jindan Zhenren, Qi training cultivators are just numbers, and foundation building cultivators are just chess pieces that can be discarded.

But fighting Yan Youtai head-on is also a bad strategy.

A quasi-third-level fortune teller, if he has no scruples, can invite the cultivator.

Fang Yi made a slight calculation and saw that there were so many cultivators that it made his scalp tingle and he was worried.

"When Yang Xuanyi has benefited and his formation technique has improved, and his reputation as a doctor has spread, then it's time to take action."

A few moments.

There was no one in the quiet room, only an ancient and vast spiritual flag with a faint glow, emitting spiritual light.

In the small cave of withering and flourishing.

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness continued to connect with the treasure ban, sensing the many spiritual places in this cave.

The Soul-Nourishing Pond, the Corpse-Piling Spiritual Land, the Third-Level Bitter Cold Plum, and other spiritual places and plants come into view.

"Chi Yin is nourished by blood essence and is not far from reaching the second level of perfection."

There was a gleam of light in Fang Yi's eyes, and his consciousness fell on the mire of flesh and blood.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The placenta transformed from Chi Yin was beating, and the scarlet quagmire of flesh and blood was filled with a sinister aura.

The third-grade corpse lotus swayed, and the lotus stem was like an umbilical cord, constantly extracting pure blood essence from the mire of flesh and blood.

The magical power around Fang Yi's body flowed and turned into a gray-green Tai Chi diagram, which flowed endlessly.

Looking at the blood pool, the gurgling Yin Qi continued to gush out, and the Chi Yin's Qi continued to rise.

He raised a red gourd filled with the blood of hundreds of beasts, and a scarlet blood fountain gushed out like a waterfall.

In the deep mire of flesh and blood, the fetal membrane was beating and was filled with the fragrant blood of animals.

Fang Yi looked at the increasingly enchanting third-grade corpse lotus with a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Suidu Mountain is the front line of the war between monsters and beasts. The beast blood is of extremely high quality and easy to collect.

Moreover, the price is 20% lower than that in Qingyuan Market.

If this continues, within three years at most, Chi Yin's cultivation will be able to advance further and be on par with cultivators at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, Gu Jiushang was also not far from a breakthrough.

Human puppets, spirit pets, corpses, and even himself, will all reach their limits in the foundation-building realm.

Cooperate with the nurturing spirit puppet.

The opportunities that a foundation-building cultivator can obtain are ultimately limited.

Take this [Introduction to Cang Yuanzi's Small Medicine] for example, even if it is a third-level incomplete inheritance.

If there is no approval from the real masters in the sect, such inheritance will be difficult to obtain no matter how many merits you have.

Fang Yi knew that if he wanted to grow again and condense the golden elixir, the support of Xuanyang Mountain was indispensable.

In the world of immortal cultivation in Dayun, there is no future for independent cultivators.

Zhang Heng possessed first-class spiritual roots and forged a superior foundation for the Dao. With the full support of the sect's masters, he was able to condense the golden elixir.

Xiao Changce also received support from his sect.

Huang Guangsheng was also like this. His spiritual plant skills broke through the third level and he received support from the sect before he could condense the real pill.

Fang Yi knew what he was doing and wanted to condense the golden elixir.

He already has two Jindan spiritual objects in his hands, and he is also planning to acquire a top-grade Dao foundation.

But the support within the sect was far inferior to Zhang Hengyi's.

In this way, if Fang wants to plan for the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain, he will have the opportunity to use the spiritual land for forming elixirs that has been accumulated and continuously improved over thousands of years in Xuanyang Mountain.

The magic formula at his fingertips changed, a ray of precious light appeared, and blue and gray spiritual light flowed.

The shadow of the Ruin Realm's withered and flourishing banner appeared behind him.

"disease!"

A dim yellow mist swirled around, and strange and profound runes flowed on the banner.

The secret method of the corpse way: offering true blood as sacrifice!
"boom!"

The banners of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fell and exploded, transforming into eerie and profound runes that fell. The corpse energy trapped in the corpse field flowed like a mighty river towards the mire of flesh and blood.

"Roar!"

Chi Yin, who has a young face, is becoming more and more energetic.

Gray-black corpse qi surged, and on the enchanting third-grade corpse lotus, there was a young boy with a green face, fangs, red hair and draped over his shoulders, his pupils dark and bloodthirsty.

Black spots the size of copper coins continued to evolve on the fair skin, condensing into a layer of tough corpse armor.

Fang Yi's face was solemn. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and hit his chest. A mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood mist and merging into Chi Yin's soul.

"puff!"

This was not the first time he had used the corpse path's [True Blood Offering] method.

"Gulu.Gulu"

A greedy sucking sound came from the third-grade corpse lotus, yin energy flowed, and the shadow of an ancient and evil bronze altar appeared.

Strange and wild chants echoed, and phantoms shrouded in wild auras emerged.

One day later.

Looking at Chi Yin, whose aura was rising and whose heart, blood, and soul were filled with admiration, Fang Yiwei nodded.

Refined daily with fresh blood, and nourished until the corpse pill is solidified, it can be activated from the heart without fear of backlash.

Ten days later.

Under the publicity of the cultivator Gu Jiushang, the news that a Jindan Zhenren disciple visited Fang Yi to seek treatment for his old injuries spread among the foundation-building cultivators in the ancient city of Dadu.

One by one, the foundation-building cultivators, and even the fake dan immortals, set their sights on Huitong Trading Company.

The reputation of Fang Yi gradually began to spread in Duobao Tower, Futang and Jinxiufang, which were run by Xuanyang Mountain.

Huitong Commercial Bank, Cave No. 13, Type A.

"puff!"

The spiritual energy of Wu Earth overflowed and the formation pattern collapsed.

Yang Xuan's face looked a little grim. He and Qijie had been practicing formations for nearly a month.

I gradually gained some understanding of the second-grade superior magic array.

However, the spiritual energy of this cave barely reached the second level, which was too thin, let alone setting up a second-level top-grade formation.

Even a second-level mid-grade magic array could only be formed with difficulty.

Although the solution can be solved by using the Spirit Explosion Method and exploding the Spirit Stones, even a wealthy Foundation Establishment Master cannot afford to lose hundreds of Spirit Stones in a single day.
"Crack~"

Fang Yi entered the yard and crushed a weathered rock.

"Uncle Yang, I came here to ask for a favor."

Yang Xuanyi suppressed his annoyance and said, "What brings you here, my nephew?
If you can help me, I will do my best."

Fang Yi smiled slightly. "I hope Uncle Xuanyi can go to Ziyuan Garden for me."

Yang Xuanyi looked at Fang Yi meaningfully. It had already been a month in the ancient city of Dadu.

Although he didn't know about the undercurrent between Fang Yi and Yan Youtai, he had some guesses about the rental of the cave.

After a brief pause, he looked at the silver-white little beast beside him, thinking about his ever-improving formation skills.

“Since my nephew has asked, how could I refuse?

Coincidentally, I also want to ask whether the monks in the ancient city of Dadu are really lawless."

"Uncle Master Xuanyi, don't worry." Fang Yi smiled slightly, and immediately set up a layer of magic ban to separate the inside and the outside.

Afterwards, he pulled Yang Xuanyi aside to have a detailed conversation. An hour later, a brown beam of light shot out.

In the ancient city of Dadu, a seven-story tower is suspended in the air. On the ancient and majestic tower hangs a plaque carved from sacred wood.

Ziyuan Garden!
"Boom~"

Purple lightning whizzed down, and a large hand like a palm-leaf fan reached out and grasped the lightning in its hand.

A monk wearing a purple brocade robe with dragon patterns, with a burly figure, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, walked out slowly.

Even though the robe was luxurious, it inexplicably looked rustic when worn by Master Hu Lei.

"Yang Xuanyi, a disciple of Master Guangsheng from Xuanyang Mountain's Patriarchal Hall, greets Uncle Master Hu Lei."

Yang Xuan bowed and spoke respectfully.

Master Hu Lei scratched his head, a look of doubt appearing in his dark eyes.

"You kid, you're only in the middle stage of foundation building. Why are you coming to Sudu Mountain instead of staying in Xuanyang Mountain?"

"Well"

Master Hu Lei shook his head, not caring at all, with a slight accent.

"Never mind, this is your old man's business, I won't interfere.
The old man still needs to practice, so if you have something to say, please speak up sooner. If it’s not something important, please don’t bother me.”

Yang Xuanyi felt a little strange, although he had heard that Master Hu Lei was a mortal pig butcher in his early years.

Later, by chance, he became a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, and was therefore ridiculed for being vulgar in his early years.

I didn't expect it to be so ridiculous.

Yang Xuanyi smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

"Uncle Hu Lei, please make the decision for Xuan Yi!
I, the disciple, came to Sudu Mountain to practice, but I never expected that the caves in the sect could not be rented.

Now, I can only barely rent a cave at Huitong Merchant House."

"Ahem! Pah!"

Master Hu Lei coughed lightly several times, cleared his throat, and spat out a mouthful of white phlegm.

His accent completely disappeared, and his powerful voice rang out.

"Thirty-six second-grade superior cave dwellings, and not a single one was left behind?"

Yang Xuanyi smiled bitterly and nodded slightly.

“It’s not just my nephew, I heard that several of my fellow apprentices are also like this.

The nephew went to the storage room to ask, and Senior Brother Canghuai said that the cave was being cleaned and the formation was being inspected.

Temporarily unavailable for rent"

Master Hu Lei frowned slightly, and an inexplicable pressure came over him.

“I know about this.

Go and practice well, and when there are results, your uncle will give you an explanation."

"More uncle-master." Yang Xuan bowed and thought about Fang Yi's instructions, then turned into a ray of light and left.

evening.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and strands of moonlight are falling.

In Huitong Commercial Center, in Cave No. 13.

Xu Qingshe restrained his energy, and the anger between his eyebrows gradually dissipated.

"Brother Fang, Yang Xuanyi's actions can persuade Master Hu Lei to punish Yan Youtai?

I heard that Master Hu Lei and Master Tian Que have a very good relationship.

This Yan Youtai is the heir appointed by Master Tianque!"

"If it were within the Xuanyang Mountain Gate, even if Uncle Yang Xuanyi took action, Master Hu Lei would not embarrass Yan Youtai."

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, and he was confident.

“But this is Mount Sudu, the front line of the human-demon battlefield.

Junior Brother Qingshe, do you know that the sect’s view of fortune-tellers is not just about their ability to fight, but also about their magic skills?”

Xu Qingshe was lost in thought. "Brother Fang, are you planning something?"

Fang Yi smiled slightly.

Yan Youtai is a quasi-third-level fortune teller with a bright future and strong backing.

Relying solely on his own accumulated foundation, even with the addition of the alchemist Xu Qingshe and the disciple of Master Guangsheng Yang Xuanyi, it is still far from enough.

But if this is used to attack Yan Youtai, it would be a disregard for the overall situation and would persecute fellow disciples.

This is its Achilles' heel.

The next day.

Ziyuan Garden.

Master Hu Lei frowned and looked at the alchemist in front of him, a surge of anger rising.

"Xu boy, what happened to you?"

Xu Qingshe, wearing a scarlet flame robe and with a depressed look on his face, spoke.

"Uncle Hu Lei, why don't you rent any caves in the city to me?

But what was my fault?"

"Are you talking about renting a cave again?" Master Hu Lei's expression was grim, his eyes moving around, seemingly falling on the storage yard.

"The kid from the Tianque family needs to be punished!"

"It's fine if the little bastard is plotting against ordinary foundation building, but he actually attacked the true disciples. He really deserves to be punished!"

He pondered for a moment, thinking about his long-standing friendship with Master Tianque.

Master Hu Lei waved his hand.

"Xu kid, please leave first. I will give you a result within three days."

Dadu Ancient City, Miscellaneous Hall.

Cang Huai was wearing a linen robe, holding a token with the eight trigrams printed on it, and looked hesitant.

"Junior Brother Yan asked me to delay for a while, and now it's almost a month.

If you are delaying, if it is Fang Yi."

"who!"

Cang Huai is a fake Dan Zhenren, and he feels a huge aura coming at him.

"boom!"

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a burly monk appeared.

"You don't even recognize me?" Master Hu Lei's body was flashing with lightning, and his eyes were deep.

"Cang Huai! Give me an explanation. Why can't I, a cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain, rent a second-level cave?"

"This..." Cang Huai's face turned bitter and he didn't dare to hide it.

"It was Junior Brother Yan who asked me to act this way. I really can't refuse."

(End of this chapter)