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

Chapter 522 Yuan Rong Nine Injuries, Xuanhe Pure Yuan Method (Three in One)

"For my own good?"

Gu Jiushang's face was gloomy, his murderous intent was not concealed at all, and the cold aura caused the temperature in the box to plummet.

"Xie Yuanrong, if you really want to do this for my own good, don't contact me again!"

"Hehe~" Xie Yuanrong chuckled and took out a blue gem from his sleeve.

With a surge of magic power, a gray-fur water-drawing leopard phantom on the orb roared to the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, this Water-Drawing Leopard's inner elixir is of the lower second-grade quality. Once you get this treasure, you will have a good chance of building your foundation.
How could Xie deceive you with such a benefit? "

Seeing Gu Jiushang pause, Xie Yuanrong continued speaking.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, Xie has no ill intentions, but one of my senior brothers wants to befriend Master Fang.

Therefore, I have specifically requested information from you. This is a small matter, and with Brother Gu’s status, I think it would be a piece of cake.”

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Smoke was rising from the incense burner on the wooden table, and the box was silent.

As time passed, Gu Jiushang's expression changed several times. After his eyes fell on the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard several times, he left with difficulty.

Xie Yuanrong smiled as he drank the spiritual tea in his hand, the sweet taste soaking his taste buds.

He knows.

There is a first time and a second time for accepting benefits. Gu Qingfeng actually accepted a portion of the main medicine for foundation building.

I will definitely not refuse the second one.

Now, I just have some concerns in my heart.

It’s not that Gu Qingfeng isn’t greedy, he’s just afraid of Fang Yi.

"Gu Daoyou, this opportunity is rare and will never come again."

Xie Yuanrong played with the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard in his hand and spoke sincerely.

"Xie promises you that he will never harm Master Fang Yi.
"With Xie's cultivation level, how can I be a match for Master Fang Yi?"

Gu Qingfeng's expression changed several times, and he seemed to be wavering. He was trying to convince himself and murmured in a low voice.

"I'm doing this for Master Fang Yi's own good. Master Fang Yi will definitely not blame me."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard.

"Hey! Don't worry, Brother Gu."

A green light rose from Xie Yuanrong's hand, turning into a light curtain that blocked Gu Qingfeng's hands.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?" Gu Jiushang's face was grim. "Are you going to go back on your word?"

"Don't worry. Don't worry." Xie Yuanrong's eyes were filled with disdain, and a silver rune flashed by.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, since I have taken out this inner elixir as a reward, I will not go back on my word.

However, since it is a reward, fellow Daoist needs to give a few answers."

"Xie Yuanrong, ask!" Gu Jiushang stared at the inner elixir without blinking, his eyes fixed on it.

"Master Fang Yi, what are these people doing collecting spiritual herbs in various markets?"

Xie Yuanrong asked. "Also, has he received an order from the sect's master to return to Xuanyang Mountain?"

"Hmm" Gu Jiushang's expression changed slightly, but when he saw the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard being pushed in front of him, he gritted his teeth.

“The master collects elixirs in order to reach the third level of medical skills.

As for the fate of the real person?

It seems that the master sent a letter to Master Hengyi, but it was not Master Hengyi who invited him."

"Master Hengyi?" Xie Yuanrong's expression changed slightly, and he pushed the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard into Gu Jiushang's arms.

"There is one more thing, if there is a fake Dan Zhenren who wants to keep Fellow Daoist Fang Yi.

According to your opinion, is there any way?"

Gu Jiushang held the Water-Drawing Leopard's inner elixir tightly in his hand, feeling the abundant water spiritual power in the inner elixir, and a look of obsession appeared in his eyes.

He scanned with his spiritual sense and confirmed that the grade of the inner elixir was correct. After his spiritual power was sufficient, he took out a soul-sealing jade box from his storage bag and placed the inner elixir in it.

Afterwards, he affixed more than ten Qi-locking talismans in succession and carefully put the spirit-sealing box into the storage bag.

"Leave the master behind?" Gu Jiushang's eyes sank slightly, and a greedy look emerged.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, how can I keep you here? I know a secret.

But let’s be clear, I have already answered the question about inner alchemy, and this new question has a different price tag.

Daoist friends, it’s not nice of you to make me pay for nothing.”

Xie Yuanrong frowned slightly, as if frightened by Gu Jiushang's greed.

A second-level water-attributed demon beast's inner core has already made the foundation-building seed risk its life in a fight for life and death.

This Gu Qingfeng still thinks it’s not enough!

He pondered for a moment, took out a jade box from his storage bag, and placed it on the sandalwood table.

With a push of his palm, the jade box opened with a click.

A palm-sized Buyuan ginseng plant with its roots wrapped in brown spiritual soil lay in it.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, is this three hundred year old ginseng enough to replenish essence?"

"Enough, enough!" Gu Jiushang's face was full of smiles. He reached out to pick up the Buyuan Ginseng, and a familiar green light curtain rose.

Under Xie Yuanrong's sharp gaze, he smiled awkwardly.

"I know the rules. Give me the information first, then take the spiritual object."

Gu Jiushang glanced across the box and subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, you made the right choice by finding Gu. No one else will ever know about the master's affairs.

The master returned to Xuanyang Mountain this time, apparently to collect third-level spirit seeds and use the sect's quasi-third-level spirit veins to practice the [Soul Cleansing Method].
If you can solve this problem, it won't be difficult for me to stay."

"Third-level spirit seed? [Soul Cleansing Method]?" Xie Yuanrong's eyes were deep, with runes flowing in his pupils.

He looked confused and spoke in an inaudible voice.

"I see. No wonder, the matter of Xuanzhen Cave Mansion..."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I have told you all the news. Do you know about this spiritual object?" Gu Jiushang looked at the Buyuan Ginseng with his mouth watering.

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng has resolved my doubts. Naturally, there will be no shortage of these spiritual objects."

Xie Yuanrong waved his sleeves, and a green light rolled up the Buyuan Ginseng and fell into Gu Jiushang's arms.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist." Gu Jiushang's face flushed with excitement. "If it's nothing important, Qingfeng will go ahead."

"Fellow Daoist, please do as you please." Xie Yuanrong pointed his finger, and after the ban in the box was lifted, Gu Jiushang left quickly with a happy look on his face and light steps.

"Master, both of these foundation-building spiritual objects are extremely valuable. Are you just going to let Gu Qingfeng leave like this?"

A slender figure, dressed in a black brocade robe, walked out from a corner of the box.

“It’s okay, as long as the goal is achieved.”

Xie Yuanrong chuckled, and the muscles and bones all over his body changed. The muscles and skin on his face slowly faded away like melting wax.

Revealing a head full of silver hair and a face full of wrinkles.

The large green sleeves brushed across his facial features, revealing Yan Youtai's true face.

"Chu Xiang, I just secretly explored the background of Gu Qingfeng with my spiritual sense.

The second level of the Golden Dao technique, the sixth level of Qi training.

There are whip marks on the body left by punishment. It must be because he was punished by Junior Brother Fang and he is still resentful.

Afterwards, you and Junior Brother Xie should interact with him more often. You can’t miss this hidden gem.”

"Yes, master!" The slender figure bowed and spoke earnestly.

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

"Buzz!"

A ray of spiritual light descended, the clouds and mist rolled, and a narrow path appeared.

Gu Jiushang looked happy and walked slowly onto the path.

"Master, you are back!"

Inside the cave, Gu Jiushang, who was dressed in a green robe, fixed his gaze slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the figure of 'Gu Jiushang', who was dressed in a black robe, who was walking slowly towards him.

The black-robed 'Gu Jiushang' smiled slightly, his muscles and bones crackled, his body rose taller, and his face regained the color of sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes.

As Fang Yi waved his sleeves, a green cloud brought the two sealed jade boxes to Gu Jiushang.

"Brother, after Yan Youtai pretended to be Xie Yuanrong to test him, although the possibility was not great, he tried again.

But you still have to be careful in your daily actions.

Keep these two spiritual objects for now. Once you reach the ninth level of Qi training, I will ask Yan Youtai to refine the foundation-building pill for you."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and continued speaking.

“In addition, you can leak some of my information in exchange for some spiritual objects.

It would be best if you could show some talent, hoping to build a mid-level foundation.
Most ordinary foundation-building cultivators have little intention to follow me, but it is normal for those with a mid-level foundation to have ambitions.

Yan Youtai finally has me by his side, and he's been hiding behind me, so naturally I have to reassure him.
As for Chu Xiang, you can also get to know him more and get to know his background better."

"Yes, sir." Gu Jiushang bowed and took the spiritual object.

The next day.

Mysterious cave.

In the dim stone prison filled with the smell of blood, Yan Youtai activated a magic tool called a purifying bottle, and the warm blood of monsters continued to pour into the jade pool.

"Da da da!"

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and Ji Hong, with an anxious look on his face, walked hurriedly into the stone prison.

"Master, I have something important to report!"

Ji Hong knelt on the rough ground and spoke respectfully.

"Daoyou Wu Ziyan from Huitong Merchants has sent a message that Fang Yi will no longer renew the lease on the cave residence.

In three days at most, I will leave."

"Three days?"

Yan Youtai frowned, pondered for a moment, threw out a bottle of pills, and turned into a green light to escape outside.

"Ji Hong, Chen Shisan still has some of his essence remaining.

Give him this Baozhi Shengyuan Pill, and then extract his essence and blood to brew Guiyuan Blood Wine."

Half an hour later.

Ji Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up after confirming that Yan Youtai had gone far away.

Looking at the stone prison, the whip marks and blood scabs on Chen Shisan's body on the "cross" torture rack had already solidified.

The black nail magic tool for opening grooves and letting out blood, runes are flowing, but no blood is flowing out.

Chen Shisan is almost at the end of his life.

"Chen Shisan, you have a good heart."

Ji Hong's pupils shrank slightly. This repeated extraction of essence was like extracting bone marrow, replenishing it with elixir, and then extracting it again.
It's a repetitive cycle, with bones and marrow being drained out, making life worse than death.

If it were him, he would never have been able to hold on until now.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, don't blame my master for ordering that your essence can be extracted three more times.

In this way, after extracting the bones and marrow twelve times, the descendants of your family will definitely have a bright future."

Chen Shisan's eyes were dull and his muscles twitched occasionally, like a dead body.

Ji Hong grinned grimly, pried open his teeth with his left hand, and stuffed in a Baozhi Shengyuan Pill the size of a longan.

"Chen Shisan, are you going to rebel against the Lord?

It seems I need to bring your wife and children to see you."

"No!" Chen Shisan struggled with his limbs waving, but was bound by chains made of blood-colored runes.

"No?" Ji Hong smiled coldly, "That depends on your performance.

Chen Shisan, if the twelve extractions of essence and blood as the master said cannot be completed.

After that, let the monks in your clan make up for it."

After a few breaths, bright red blood began to flow from the torture rack on the stone prison again.

Ji Hong's triumphant laughter and the sound of whipping echoed throughout the cell. "Very good, very good! Refining the elixir carefully and draining all your essence and blood will allow you to die."

In the ancient city of Dadu, on Chiyue Avenue, the ground is paved with bluestone and monks are bustling about.

Fang Yi, who was buying spiritual herbs, looked at the monk who was blocking his way with a puzzled look on his face.

"Brother Yan, why are you looking for me so urgently?"

Yan Youtai smiled politely. "Junior Brother Fang, my hidden injury has flared up. Could you please treat me?"

"The hidden injury has flared up, but is it the old injury?" Fang Yi frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Brother Yan, you arrived just in time. If you had been a few days later, I would have returned to Xuanyang Mountain.

So, brother, follow me."

Yan Youtai glanced at Gu Jiushang, who was standing with his hands hanging down, and spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang, why don't you go to my Xuanji Cave? There's more spiritual energy there, so it'll be easier to practice medical techniques."

"That's fine. Senior Brother Yan, just lead the way." Fang Yi nodded slightly and spoke.

After a while, a group of four people entered the Xuanji Cave Mansion and the core quiet room.

The misty spiritual energy hit him in the face, and his eyes swept across the emerald spiritual spring in the training room and the spiritual field planted with quasi-third-level chalcedony rice.

Fang Yi felt the spiritual energy in the cave, which had already turned into clouds and mist.

"The name of the Quasi-Third-Level Cave Residence is indeed well-deserved."

Yan Youtai led Fang Yi to the stone table and spoke.

“Junior Brother Fang, a quasi-third-level cave dwelling is rare, and naturally far superior to a second-level cave dwelling.

With the same cultivation level of the ninth level of foundation building, practicing in a quasi-third-level cave dwelling, absorbing spiritual energy and nourishing the body's ability, it is at least 20% stronger."

"Senior Brother Yan, time is precious, don't delay." Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"After that, I have to return to Xuanyang Mountain. Brother, please don't resist. I will treat you."

"Return to Xuanyang Mountain?" Seeing Fang Yi's determination to leave, Yan Youtai's eyes narrowed, and he muttered in his heart, thinking of a spiritual object in his storage bag.

"Brother Fang, you've spent so much money, please don't let me down."

A trace of heartache flashed through his mind, and then he looked at Fang Yi. "Junior Brother Fang, please!"

The green magic power in Fang Yi's hands was condensed, the spiritual light in his hands flowed, and the grass and trees were full of vitality.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Rays of green spiritual light transformed into azure silk threads, extremely tough, penetrating through the robe and into Yan Youtai's body.

"Crack!"

A sense of withered and old age emerged, the sound of grass and trees being broken was heard, and a layer of dim aura covered the sky-blue silk.

In just a few breaths, the Tianqing silk withered and turned into spiritual energy and scattered.

Such pure death energy.
And it seems different from before, a barely detectable trace of essence, blood and energy?

Illusion? Or.'

Fang Yi frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, absorbed the scattered spiritual energy into his palm, and transformed it into a fist-sized ball of air that rolled around.

The spiritual consciousness probed into it, feeling the remaining energy in the spiritual energy.

'Alien blood sperm!
This taste, a red-blooded leopard? A soul-devouring tiger? A green-fanged earth-thumping elephant? Such a chaotic mess of blood, essence, and energy.
No, there seems to be some monkey-like monsters?

Ok?
There seems to be blood essence of human cultivators?

Fang Yi's face was solemn as he pointed to the spiritual spring where the clouds were shrouded and the water was gurgling.

"Brother Yan, I haven't seen you in years. How could you be so injured?
This ordinary sky-blue silk is no longer able to detect the situation in my senior brother's meridians and body.

Junior Brother, I need to borrow the spiritual spring in the cave."

"Junior brother, please do as you please."

Yan Youtai waved his sleeves, and an ancient bronze token fell into the spiritual spring.

"Buzz!"

The silver magic ban dissipated, and the green spring water rushed into the sky and turned into a drizzle of spiritual rain falling down.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

There was a gleam in Fang Yi's eyes, and he held a large green-gray tripod in his hand.

The Jade Toad worships the moon, the Golden Centipede exhales, and the Black Spider dances with its eight legs to weave a spiritual web.
Strange visions emerged one after another, and the treasure restrictions in the Five Poison Cauldron were pushed to the extreme.

Fang Yi's eyes were dark, like an ancient cold pond, so deep that the bottom could not be seen.

"Let me see, Yan Youtai, what exactly are you hiding?"

In his slender hands, the spells kept changing, and one green seal after another was cast out, connecting in the cave.

He uttered a faint and mysterious sound, connecting with the spiritual veins.

"Sanmu Yanxuan, the spirit realm gathers spirits!"

"disease!"

The banner of withering prosperity in the ruins world shot out from Fang Yi's sleeve.

A phantom of a demon god with three heads and six arms, surrounded by vitality, stepped out.

The spiritual rain wet his hair, and Fang Yi's clothes fluttered in the howling wind.

The Blue Lotus Flag was also raised, and vitality gathered and transformed into green lotus seeds, falling into the spiritual spring.

The lotus seeds took root, sprouted, grew branches and leaves, and in the blink of an eye, the green lotus swayed and turned into a sea of ​​lotus, covering the entire cave.

"True Dan Dharma Realm?" Yan Youtai's pupils shrank slightly, and he understood.

“No wonder Junior Brother was noticed by the Jindan True Master in the sect, and was given the position of True Transmission with a lower-grade Dao foundation.

If it weren't for the fact that my Dao base was holding me back, and I was much slower at refining spiritual energy than a mid-level Dao base, I'm afraid I could have reached the Jindan realm long ago."

"It's just a pseudo-law domain evolved with the help of the power of magic weapons." Fang Yi shook his head slightly and spoke humbly.

"Brother Yan, you're joking. Without this Quasi-Level Three Spiritual Spring, I wouldn't be able to hold on in this pseudo-law domain for long."

"Brother, the most important thing now is to treat the old injury."

"go with!"

The shadow of the demon god in the withered and flourishing banner stepped out and landed on the emerald green spiritual spring, held up by a delicate green lotus.

The demon god, surrounded by wild aura, showed compassion on his face, waving his six slender arms and forming magic seals.

"Boom!"

The majestic sound of bells and tripods resounded throughout the heavens and earth, the blue lotus sea swayed, and the shadow of the demon god exploded.

The Blue Lotus Flag, the Ruins of the World's Withering and Flourishing Banner, and the Five Poison Cauldron, the three treasures are connected in energy and help each other.

Fang Yi stepped on the lotus sea, and a shadow of a third-grade blue lotus, stained with his original energy, appeared behind him.

Yan Youtai's eyes fixed, erasing the last trace of doubt in his heart.

'The lotus foundation, the three-tiered platform, is indeed the [Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra].

The eighth level of foundation building, evolving into a pseudo-law domain, there is absolutely no way there is more hidden
So, this Fang Yi is indeed not the Taoist Ku.

Come to think of it, if Fang Yi really had the same foundation and luck as Taoist Ku, he would definitely be a genius of the time and it would be impossible for him to stay in the outer sect for long.

Later, relying on Qingzhi Tower, he almost failed to defeat Wei Jiuxiao, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.'

Yan Youtai felt helpless, but with the help of the secret treasure of Tianji Dao in his sea of ​​consciousness, he was absolutely sure.

If he could capture and kill Taoist Ku, it would be of great benefit to him. The opportunity he would gain would allow him to further improve his foundation and glimpse the Golden Elixir realm.

'That's all.

There are two remaining wood spiritual root cultivators in the sect. Chang Sun Jie practices the luck and disaster type of skills, which has nothing to do with the energy of the withered Taoist.

I think the Taoist withered is either Zhang Hengyi or he has already left.
So, after the last gourd of [Guiyuan Blood Wine] is brewed, I will have Fang Yi heal my hidden injuries and then prepare to condense the pill.'

"Brother Yan, I will use my medical secrets later. It will be painful, so please don't resist."

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers, and strands of sky-blue silk condensed.

In the sea of ​​lotus, green lotuses bloom, wither, turn into lotus seeds, and then sprout branches and leaves again, and the cycle repeats itself.

As the water level in the spiritual spring gradually decreases, the vitality gathered becomes more condensed with each cycle.

Medical Secrets: Pulse Diagnosis by Hair

Fang Yi cast a spell of magic, and ancient runes flowed.

With the blessing of the sea of ​​lotus, tiny runes emerged from the azure silk.

"go with!"

He waved his sleeves, and thirty-six crystal clear sky-blue silk threads flew out.

Yan Youtai saw the sky-blue hair shooting towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly, sensing an ancient stone tablet in his Dantian Qi Sea.

He gathered his Qi and relaxed his limbs, but the Tianqing silk was still used to penetrate into the vital points all over his body.

Dazhui, Tanhai, and Yuguan points
Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the power of the Tianqing Silk, he concentrated all his energy on Yan Youtai's body, exploring the essence, blood and qi that he had just sensed.

In the center of the azure silk, there was an imperceptible trace of crimson, which was then captured again.

"Blood of all beasts?!"

Fang Yi was shocked.

It was difficult for Gu Jiushang to purchase blood essence. He guessed that some demonic cultivators came here secretly to buy goods, or some cultivators came here to sacrifice and refine blood magic tools.

But I never thought
'It's actually a blood sacrifice?

The person who competed with me for the monster blood essence these days, causing the blood essence price to skyrocket, was Yan Youtai?

'No wonder, Senior Brother Gu raised the price but still couldn't compete with the blood essence
He originally wanted to do something dirty, rob that 'evil cultivator', or report him to the real master in the sect.

But if Yan Youtai, then it will be troublesome'

Thinking of the hungry corpse Chiyin in the Kuruo Cave, Fang Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Otherwise, let Yan Youtai practice this magic secret method and compete with me for the best monster blood.
Blood sacrifice is the most depleting of the blood of all beasts. Yan Youtai has a high status. If this continues...
How do I offer sacrifices to the dead and cultivate the spiritual land where the dead are gathered?

A few moments.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the sky-blue silk was gathered into his sleeves.

"Brother Yan, I will first help suppress the hidden injuries and replenish my vitality, and then I will refine the elixir."

Yan Youtai nodded. "Thank you, Junior Brother Fang."

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron vibrated, Fang Yi summoned his magic power, and green ripples rolled towards Yan Youtai like gurgling water.

He murmured in his mind.

'Brother Yan, you are born into a righteous family in Xuanyang Mountain, and your family background is good. It is better not to practice the true magic method.

Let me handle the pain of this blood sacrifice.

"boom!"

Fang Yi's long hair was flying, and his robe of mountains and rivers fluttered in the strong wind.

The secret art of medicine: Xuanhe Jingyuan Method!

Fang Yi's face was solemn, and he concentrated on manipulating the green ripples, turning them into a gurgling river, constantly cleansing Yan Youtai's body.

With the eighth level of foundation building cultivation, the pseudo-true pill domain, and the Five Poison Cauldron fully activated, the Azure Lotus Treasure Flag and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner were linked together, unleashing the power of the ultimate medical instrument.
Without arousing Yan Youtai's suspicion.

It had been a long time since he had used almost all his strength like this.

"Crash!"

The spiritual river rolls, the grass and trees are nourished, and the Yi wood's vitality falls down, while constantly nourishing Yan Youtai's body.

Invisible traces of blood and energy were eliminated by Xuanhe Jingyuan's method.

Feeling the hidden injuries on his body recovering visibly, the withered white hair on his temples began to show a hint of black at the roots.

Yan Youtai's eyes were filled with joy.

"As expected of Junior Brother Fang, a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor, far superior to the useless spiritual doctors in the city."

'Hmm. No!'

Yan Youtai's expression changed slightly as he felt his blood and energy being dissipated along with the hidden injury.

"Junior Brother Fang!"

Fang Yi tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face. "Brother Yan, is there something wrong?
Without the help of this quasi-third-level spiritual spring, I would not be able to perform this Xuanhe Jingyuan method.
Don't worry, Senior Brother, the Xuanhe Jingyuan method is now a quasi-third-level medical secret method, which is best for refining the foundation."

(End of this chapter)