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

Chapter 539: Inheriting the Dao and Planting Spiritual Seeds

Upon hearing that Zhang Hengyi was willing to lend a hand as a True Person and exchange the two Fake Dan True Persons for spiritual objects, Fang Yi's eyes lit up and his mind changed.

"Is it possible to obtain the third-level medical inheritance of the Bishui Pavilion, the [Bihai Qingteng Sutra]?"

In Hanquan Tower, Zhang Hengyi hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"This matter is probably difficult. If you, Junior Brother Fang, had not demonstrated your quasi-third-level medical skills on ordinary days, there would still be some possibility.
Now, there is no way that the real people of Bishui Pavilion can help the enemy."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that what Zhang Heng said was right.

Given the involvement of Xuanyang Mountain and Bishui Pavilion, if there were no threat from the beast tide outside and the other factions were not holding them back, the two factions would have to fight to the death.

Seeing Fang Yi lost in thought, Zhang Heng glanced strangely at Xu Qingshe who was silent beside him.

After the two chatted for a while, Xu Qingshe tactfully left the building.

Zhang Hengyi reached into his sleeves and took out a wooden token that looked like it was full of life.

"Junior Brother Fang, I see you are also nostalgic for the past, and Master Guangsheng has come here to give you some instructions.

If you can occupy the spiritual vein and advance your Dao foundation to the middle level, my lineage can provide you with a spiritual object for forming a pill."

"A spiritual object that can form a pill?!" A look of surprise appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

Although he had two spiritual objects for forming the elixir, the [Water of Withering and Flourishing] and the [Awakening Orb], the human puppet and the demon beast under his command did not have this opportunity.

"Well, it's not a Jindan spiritual object taken from the sect, but a Jindan spiritual object obtained for you by the combined efforts of the Jindan True Immortals of my lineage."

Zhang Heng's mind moved slightly, and a ball of green mist lifted the ancient wooden order and brought it in front of Fang Yi.

His expression was solemn, and he looked majestic without being angry. An ancient and vast aura surged out of him, like a huge peak pressing down on the monk in front of him.

The majestic voice, like a warning and a consolation, echoed in Fang Yi's ears.

“But you must understand, nephew, that if you receive this kind of benefit, the future generations of cultivators in my ancestral hall will have a bright future and may even be able to achieve elixir formation.

Fang Yi, you also need to make three moves to plan for him to have the chance to form a pill."

“That’s what should happen.

The torch is passed on. Today, my uncle and grandmaster have helped me, and in the future, I will help the younger generation."

Fang Yi bowed his head and spoke sincerely.

He became more and more delighted. Zhang Hengyi's words indicated that the three real people of the Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall had included it in the core inheritance.

With the help of the three real people, not to mention anything else, the third-level spiritual land for condensing the pill will no longer be an obstacle.

Fang Yi raised his five fingers and made a vow that after condensing the pill, he would help the three younger generations of the Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall to plan opportunities for condensing the pill.

Zhang Heng's eyes were as sharp as knives, sweeping over the respectful monks in front of him inch by inch.

In Yi Mu's robe, a gem was slowly turning, and a faint blue light was flowing.

The lower-grade magic weapon is the Shenzhu, which is a rare magic weapon for the soul.

Asking the gods to explore the heart can help you find out what the monks are thinking and saying, whether they are following their true heart or deceiving others with lies.

"The [Inquiring into the Heart and Asking the Gods] within the God Pearl has no reaction. This means my lineage will have another core successor."

Zhang Hengyi recalled that before crossing the mountain, Master Guangsheng asked Master Tianque to take action to find out what Fang Yi had done in Xuanyang Mountain since he started practicing.

Helped Fan Dacheng occupy the spiritual land, accepted Li Qingsong's descendants as disciples, and distributed spiritual medicine to help Yang Caier practice.
And the cave I just promised to Zuo Ziheng
All of these events flowed through Zhang Hengyi's mind.

Xuanyang Mountain is not like the Demonic Path, and the inheritance of the Patriarch's Hall is even more precious.

The intrigues and life-and-death struggles among ordinary foundation-building cultivators and even fake elixir masters can be tolerated by the masters who suppress their power in the sect.

Or perhaps the Immortals of the Wu Sect were deliberately letting things go, and the cultivators of the Xuanyang Mountain Sect wouldn't necessarily experience such a brutal fight.
But the successors of the Taoist tradition are different.

The lineage of the Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall has been passing down this Taoism since the founding of Xuanyang Mountain.

Thousands of years of inheritance, including the good Dao veins, the hidden heritage, the collected skills, and the hidden secrets
Every bit and every cent is the accumulation of the hard work of generations of monks, and the torch must not be cut off because of the wrong trust of one generation of monks.
In this way, the successor of the Taoist tradition is either trained from a young age or his disciples stand out. Their Taoist heart, cultivation, and foundation are all top-notch.

There is absolutely no way he could be a heartless, lawless person who would betray his teacher and ancestors.
"Junior Brother Fang Yi, you are not bad."

Zhang Hengyi praised with a smile on his face, and the cold atmosphere in the building dissipated like a spring breeze.

"From today on, Junior Brother Fang, you are the heir of the Taoist lineage of the Ancestral Hall.

There are some secrets, I will tell you a few."

"Please give me some advice, uncle." Fang Yi's expression became more respectful.

Having practiced for two lifetimes, he knew best how much heritage and weight a Taoist lineage that had been passed down for thousands of years had accumulated.

The spiritual objects planted by the immortals of past generations, the magic weapons used for sacrifice, the fire veins and spiritual places discovered, or the monks who made friends with them.
Every single one of them is a help to his cultivation, and no ordinary cultivator can compare to him.
Zhang Hengyi raised a flag made of white mist and with a blue stone pole to block out the sun.

As the clouds and mist rolled, the entire Hanquan Tower seemed to be immersed in fog, the energy was upside down and chaotic, and no one could explore.

No one could hear the two monks talking.

The Golden Crow flew, the Jade Rabbit walked, day and night rotated, and seven days passed like this.

The chaotic scene in Hanquan Tower dissipated, and Zhang Heng was holding four monks in one sleeve.

He had a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with Fang Yi.

"Junior Brother Fang, take these four monks away with you, so that you won't be bullied by the servants of the Bishui Pavilion.
As for the third-level spiritual soil you need, if the Bishui Pavilion and Fengling Fairy City don't have it, I will open the secret vault within the sect for you.
You should practice diligently, and Master Guangsheng will arrange for you a place to form a dan in the sect."

"Thank you for your help, uncle." Fang Yi bowed his head.

Zhang Heng weighed the four cultivators, took off the storage bags from Wu Li and Li Yu's waists, and threw them into Fang Yi's arms.

“I won’t stay on Heiyuan Island for long, I still need to go to Dadu Ancient City.

The spiritual objects and stones you get in exchange for two fake dan masters are enough for you to practice until you reach dan.

As for the wealth of Wu Li and Li Yu, my uncle has no shortage of spiritual objects, so there is no need for you to show respect to them.

Junior-Martial Brother Fang, you should separate from Qingfeng, Zidian, and that Xu Qingshe, and try to win their hearts.

I will take care of the problem of the monks from Black Abyss Island for you.

As for the demon beast lineage, it is not easy for Master Guangsheng and I to take action."

Looking at the escaping light in the distance, Fang Yi murmured.

"With Zhang Hengyi and Huang Guangsheng standing in the open as our backers, the matter of Heiyuan Island will not be troubled any more.

The rest depends on how much benefit we can get from the monks of the two factions."

Fang Yi looked at the silent Black Abyss Island.

The abandoned spiritual field, the empty fire vein alchemy room, and the occasional breeze that blows, causing the ancient trees to sway.

"Spiritual lands, medicinal fields, alchemy rooms, and instrument pavilions all yield valuables, so we can call upon monks to cultivate them.
This spiritual land of Black Abyss Island is enough to support three to five false elixir masters and more than twenty foundation-building masters.
Such a great foundation cannot be left to waste."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and several sound transmission jade talismans flew out.

"Cry!" A distant crane cry sounded, and the spiritual light on the jade talisman flowed, transforming into a group of blue sky sound-transmitting cranes with slender feathers and elegant postures.
After moving his lips and imprinting his words into the crane, Fang Yi pointed his fingertips, and the sound of blue-white wings flapping was heard, and one by one the sound-transmitting cranes flapped their wings and flew up.

Qingyuan Market
Fengling Fairy City
Dadu Ancient City
Xuanyang Mountain.
The cranes fly in groups of two or three with clear goals in mind, heading to various places.
In an instant, Yunhe turned into a black dot in the sky. Fang Yi raised his boots and took a step forward, turning into a spiritual light and escaping towards the center of the Black Abyss Island.

After a while, in the magnificent hall.

Master Zidian's face was filled with joy. "Brother Fang, Uncle Hengyi has already left with Li Yu and Wu Li.

I will send a message right now, asking the cultivators in my clan to come to this Black Abyss Island."

Fang Yi nodded slightly and looked at Xu Qingshe beside him.

"Junior Brother Xu, if you have any good friends or juniors, you can call them over.

Now, Black Abyss Island is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt, and there is no shortage of spiritual places and caves."

Xu Qingshe pondered for a moment, then took out five red pill beads from his sleeve and rushed out of the hall.

"In that case, please leave five second-level caves for me."

"This is simple. There are a total of twenty-four vacant second-level cave dwellings on Black Abyss Island."

Fang Yi turned to look at the two fake Dan masters standing beside him. "Uncle Qingfeng, Junior Brother Zidian, how many second-level cave dwellings do you two need?"

"My Cao family has a shallow foundation, and there are only three people in the clan who have reached the foundation-building stage." Zidian Zhenren said. "Thank you, Senior Brother, for leaving three second-level caves for me."

True Man Qingfeng hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Junior Brother Fang promised me a quasi-third-level cave dwelling, so I shouldn't have been greedy.

But since my nephew is kind-hearted, I, your uncle, will have the audacity to take two more second-level caves."

"So there are still fourteen second-level caves left." Fang Yi pinched his brows and calculated in his mind.

'Yu'er went out to gain experience, Zhao'er stayed in Qingyun Market, Heng'er lived in Xuanyang Mountain for a long time, even though each of them left a second-level cave, plus Dacheng and Cai'er who had already sent a letter to convey the message.

There are still nine empty caves.

Fang Yi was speechless. He had too many spiritual caves and mansions, but not enough cultivators to use them, which was also a big worry.

The spiritual land of Black Abyss Island not only has benefits, but also has the responsibility to stop the beast tide.

If there are no cultivators on the island, once they are seen as weaknesses by monsters and beasts, there will be endless troubles.

Fang Yi's mind was turning, and he had a vague idea.

"After all, my foundation is a little weak. The cave abode is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I will discuss other matters after all the foundation-building monks under my command have arrived."

He took off two storage bags from his waist, and with a push of his magic power, the storage bags floated in the air.

"Master Hengyi didn't accept the storage bags from Li Yu and Wu Li, as all three of them had taken action in the previous battle.

The spiritual objects in this storage bag will be divided equally among the four of us."

After saying this, before Xu Qingshe and the others could speak, a green light shot out from Fang Yi's sleeves, continuously cleansing the marks on the two storage bags.

A quarter of an hour later.

As the green light shone on the storage bag, the bag opened.

Pills, talismans, elixirs, magic tools, etc. were all wrapped in spiritual light and suspended in the air. Fang Yi's eyes swept over them, and his mind moved slightly.

The scattered spirit stones and common elixirs and talismans were evenly divided into four parts, each part was worth more than two thousand low-grade spirit stones.

"This is too poor." Master Zi Dian muttered and put the spirit stone into his pocket.

If the mark on the storage bag had not been intact and it had not been opened in front of him, he would have suspected whether this was the property of the fake Dan Zhenren.

A breeze blew the spirit stone into his sleeve, and Master Qingfeng showed a look of satisfaction.

"Wu Li is a body-refining cultivator. Tempering his body consumes a huge amount of energy. He also sacrificed a life-saving magic weapon. His wealth is already quite good.

As for Li Yu?

Since the establishment of the Bishui Pavilion, it has been led by female cultivators. Wouldn't he be considered by the sect for his wealth?"

Fang Yi looked towards the center of the hall.

The three colors of spiritual light converged in the air, leaving behind two talismans, a brown shield, and a fist-sized piece of green spiritual jade.

He scooped up with his five fingers, and the three spiritual objects gathered in front of the four people.

"These two have some wealth. They have a top-grade earth-attributed magical weapon, two quasi-third-level Wujia talismans, and a piece of third-level low-grade Bi Tao jade."

Fang Yi reached out and took off the Bi Tao Jade.

"I'd appreciate it if you, my fellow disciples, would share this piece of Jadeite Jade with me. I have great use for it. Would you mind paying me 4,000 Spirit Stones?"

Zi Dian, Qing Feng and the others nodded slightly, and both of them were prepared to manage the spiritual land of Heiyuan Island for a long time.

In this way, it is extremely important for the various forces on the island to get along with each other, define the merits, and divide the benefits.

Fang Yi contributed the most in this battle, so a piece of third-level spiritual jade was what he deserved.

After Fang Yi put away the seal of the Bi Tao Jade, True Man Qing Feng spoke.

"These two quasi-third-level Wujia Spirit Talismans would be of benefit to Zuo. How would you rate them at market price?"

"Can!"

"Brother Qingfeng, take it yourself."

Afterwards, True Man Zi Dian spent two thousand spirit stones to exchange for the shield, which was of the highest grade magical weapon level.

The next day.

In the ancient city of Dadu, monks in armor are patrolling on the mottled stone walls.

A streak of green light came towards the ancient city at lightning speed.

"who!"

"Who is so arrogant?"

Zhang Hengyi's undisguised aura alarmed the three Jindan masters in the ancient city who were on the verge of a fight.

The expressions of Jade Pearl and Nine-Curve Immortal both changed, and they communicated with each other.

Master Hu Lei's face was filled with joy. "Junior Brother Hengyi, is Fang Yi so highly regarded by the Ancestral Hall?"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Hengyi had already arrived in the ancient city, and the green light under his feet turned into auspicious clouds supporting him.

His cold voice, filled with murderous intent, resounded throughout the ancient city.

"Yuzhu, Jiuqu, are you two planning to start a war with Xuanyang Mountain?"

The seasons rotate, flowers bloom and fall, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

On Heiyuan Island, with the arrival of the Cao family monks, monks began to cultivate the spiritual fields and plant spiritual plants one after another.

In the Dan Pavilion's instrument room, a faint red light gradually appeared and fire energy gathered.

Hanquan Tower.

Fang Yi looked at the cultivator in front of him with anticipation.

Yang Xuanyi took out an ancient tripod from his storage bag. The powerful earth energy was accumulated in the tripod, and the plump brown spiritual soil was flowing with a sense of abundance.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is the third-grade low-grade spiritual soil: Fengze Soil, which Senior Brother Hengyi obtained from the Bishui Pavilion.

This soil is best for nourishing spiritual plants. My senior brother said it will be of great use to my nephew."

His tone paused slightly, and Yang Xuanyi looked enviously at the cultivator in front of him, who had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and the aroma of medicine lingered in his eyes.

As far as he knew, there had been no one who would be the heir of the Taoist lineage of the Patriarch Hall since Zhang Hengyi condensed the True Pill.

In this way, the two real people planned opportunities for him, what a blessing it was.

“Master Guangsheng instructed that he has already reserved the Jindan spiritual land in the sect for you.

When you have completed your foundation building, you can go to the spiritual land to form the elixir.

In addition, please tell me what kind of spiritual object my nephew needs to form the elixir.

Master Guangsheng and Senior Brother Hengyi set out to collect them.

If the secret treasury within the sect cannot be exchanged, and there is no trace of it in the Great Cloud Nation, the two Immortals will go to the neighboring Immortal Cultivation Realm to collect it."

Fang Yi took the ancient tripod, probed his spiritual sense into it, and felt the abundant earth energy.

"With the help of this Fengze soil, I can fill the last link and practice spiritual cultivation in seclusion to achieve the true path of ascension."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang, for taking the trouble to come back. Fang Yi thanks you again." Fang Yi put away the ancient tripod and bowed to express his gratitude.

Yang Xuanyi returned the greeting. "It's nothing more than a small matter. After you condense your elixir, please remember to give me a good share."

"Master Xuanyi and I have been friends for many years. How could I possibly forget him?"

Fang Yi smiled and took out a cave token from his sleeve. The token was engraved with the spiritual pattern [甲１１].

"Xiao Qi's formation has improved, so Uncle Xuanyi is staying here to study the [Wuyang Formation Book]."

Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the formation and put the token away.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble my nephew and fellow Daoist Qijie."

Watching the brown light escaping towards a cave.

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and a water mirror about ten feet in size appeared. The azure light reflected a silver-white little beast.

The silver-white little beast worked tirelessly to mobilize its demonic power, driving the formation flags into the spiritual veins. The formation patterns spread, and the dense spiritual energy was continuously extracted.

Seeing Qijie's bitter expression, Fang Yi shook his head slightly and sent out a sound transmission note.

"Xiao Qi, I've summoned a coolie for you. How you use him from now on will depend on your ability."

Footsteps were heard in the stairwell, and Gu Jiushang walked into the Yuntai.

"Master, Yan Youtai sent me a message asking me to find out about you.

I wonder what kind of information was leaked to him?"

"Yan Youtai? I want to improve my Dao foundation, but I don't want him to disturb me."

Fang Yi said, "Brother Gu, please tell him that Junior Brother Xu and I are both in seclusion, and we don't know when we'll be able to come out.

As for the matter of healing his old injuries, I will discuss it with him when he comes to Black Abyss Island.
Dacheng also sent a message saying that he would come to Heiyuan Island after finishing all the matters in the clan.

Senior Brother, please let me take over the Chaoyangpo Cave on the island. There is a spiritual spring in the cave that will help with his hidden injuries."

"As for other matters, I will discuss them after I leave seclusion."

In the evening, the silver moonlight shines down, and the island is dotted with lights.

In Qingzhi Garden.

Fang Yi had black hair draped over his shoulders and wore a plain white robe, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Light three incense sticks to nourish the spirit in the bronze censer with the animal head, and sit cross-legged next to the spirit eye.

Looking at the mostly empty cave and the deserted spiritual fields in the water mirror, he shook his head slightly.

"There are too few people, whether they are foundation-building masters or Qi-cultivating cultivators."

He knew in his heart that he couldn't act too hastily. If he hadn't even built the basic framework, he would never be able to bring in other cultivators.

"Yu'er has already returned to Qingyu Market. Zhenren Hengyi and Zhenren Guangsheng will also provide support and dispatch some Qi training monks.

Senior Brother Gu is in charge. He hopes that after I come out of seclusion, the Black Abyss Island Danfu array, miscellaneous items, merit test, and criminal law will all be built."

"Now, let's practice first."

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, an ancient tripod tilted, and plump and round grains of fertile soil filled with the earth's energy fell into his spiritual eyes and turned into a medicinal field.

"disease!"

The withered and flourishing spirit seed fell into the medicine field. Fang Yi clenched his five fingers into a fist and forced out a stream of essence and blood, which blended seamlessly with the spirit seed.

Boundless vitality rises from all kinds of spirits and flows through Fang Yi's limbs and bones.

It was contaminated with some inexplicable energy and then merged into the spirit seed.

Outside the cave, the sun and the moon rotate, changing from black to white.

With the arrival of monks one after another, Heiyuan Island gradually recovered some of its vitality.

In the Qingyu Garden, Fang Yi and the Kuruo Spirit Seed's Qi continued to blend, and the origins of the Qi of the two gradually connected and merged into one.

After an unknown number of days and nights, Fang Yi suddenly opened his eyes and formed a magic seal with his hands.

"disease!"

"Crack!"

The withered and flourishing spirit seeds cracked open, and the lush and vibrant young leaves fluttered in the wind.

(End of this chapter)