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

Chapter 547: Spiritual Vein Degeneration, Chi Yin Perfection
A year later, on the Black Abyss Island, there was a constant flow of monks, either riding flying swords or riding flying boats, in the bustling city.

In the spiritual fields of Nanyangpo, Su Baiji paced back and forth beside the fields with an anxious look on his face.

A golden light descended, and his face lit up with joy. He quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings, Steward Gu. Thank you for taking this trip."

Gu Jiushang had a humble expression and was quite polite to the 'horse bones' raised by the daughter of the Black Abyss Island.

"Friend Su, what happened?"

Su Baiji's face turned bitter as he said, "I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at it yourself.

These few words make it clear.”

"Old Thirteen, why don't you take action now? Tell Steward Gu about this spiritual field."

"Butler Gu, look!"

A monk in linen clothes, with a hunched back, looked at Gu Jiushang in a flattering manner.

Then he skillfully activated the Small Cloud and Rain Technique, and the power of water and wood gathered, transforming into dark clouds that enveloped the sky above the spiritual field, and then a trickle of rain and dew fell.

Looking at the rice seedlings waving in the spiritual field, the crystal raindrops were left on the branches and leaves.

Gu Jiushang, who was wearing a green suit, frowned slightly, glanced at Su Baiji, and asked the old woman with gray hair beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Yuezhi, the green rice seedlings are full of vitality. Is this what the Su family meant by the accident in the spiritual field?

Are you kidding me?"

"Butler Gu, how dare our Su family deceive you?"

Lu Yuezhi smiled bitterly. After the Su family settled on Heiyuan Island, they received a lot of care thanks to Yang Caier's face.

During this year, he rented more than ten acres of first-level spiritual fields. After careful cultivation, he harvested a considerable amount of spiritual rice.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened.

Lu Yuezhi stretched out her skinny, chicken-claw-like hands, and a brown spiritual light fell into the spiritual field.

First-level Qi gathering technique.

In a corner of the spiritual field, the remaining brown earth energy wrapped in spiritual energy twisted like smoke, and finally gathered into a thumb-sized spiritual bead.

"Hmm? Why is it so slow for this spiritual field to gather spiritual energy?"

Looking at the spiritual mist rising from the spiritual field, Gu Jiushang frowned slightly, walked into the spiritual field a few steps, bent his knees and half-knelt, and inserted his five fingers into the brown spiritual soil.

A quarter of an hour later.

Gu Jiushang dusted off his hands and stood up.

"The spiritual energy was intercepted?!"

he mused.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, you are my descendant, and I have something to ask you.

Is the dissipation of spiritual energy from this spiritual field an isolated incident, or is it common in all spiritual fields?"

"It's not an isolated case." Seeing that Gu Jiushang was not angry, Lu Yuezhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Things are different now. Without the care and support of her grandfather who helped her build her foundation, she and her descendants have to rely on Fang Yi for a living.

"Butler Gu, if it's just one acre of spiritual field with thin spiritual energy and the spiritual field is degenerating, how could the Su family be so ungrateful? Please come."

After taking out a picture from her sleeve and handing it to Gu Jiushang, Lu Yuezhi spoke.

“This is the spiritual field rented by the Su family, and I have gathered it into a picture.

In the spiritual fields of more than ten acres, there is varying degrees of spiritual energy reduction or dissipation of earth energy.

The most serious problem is the two mu of first-grade low-grade spiritual farm, where the spiritual energy has completely dissipated and has become completely wasteland."

Gu Jiushang opened the picture brocade, looked at it carefully and said.

“I will report this matter to you after the master comes out of seclusion.

Well."

After pondering for a while, he thought that although Lu Yuezhi had not yet established her foundation, she was still Yang Caier's disciple, and her master and her master were quite hypocritical.

Gu Jiushang said politely.

"Fellow Daoist Yuezhi, the rent for these few acres of spiritual fields will be calculated based on the grade of the spiritual fields after the downgrade.
No spiritual rent will be collected from abandoned spiritual fields."

"Thank you, Butler Gu!" Lu Yuezhi looked delighted. She took out a storage bag from her sleeve and quickly stuffed it into Gu Jiushang's arms.

The Su family is not unable to pay the rent of two acres per level of land, but they cannot afford the guilt of destroying the spiritual field.

"It's just a token of my appreciation, please don't despise it, Steward Gu."

Gu Jiushang's eyes turned, and he seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes sweeping across the bushes dozens of feet away from the spiritual field.

He did not refuse, waved his hand to take the storage bag, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his attitude became a little gentler.

"Don't worry, Friend Lu, I will report to you immediately when the master comes out of seclusion.
The Su family has done a good job, and they promised to reward you."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Lu Yuezhi could speak, Gu Jiushang turned around and activated his magic power, and was wrapped in a golden light and left.

Lu Yuezhi breathed a sigh of relief when Gu Jiushang disappeared from her sight.

"Thanks to Uncle Fang's care, if this had happened within the sect, this matter wouldn't have been resolved so easily."

Normal monks cultivate spiritual fields and pay 80% to 90% rent for the land.

Fang Yi took care of the land rent on Heiyuan Island. The Su family only had to pay 30% of the rent in the first five years.

But this is also a lower limit, it is impossible to get nothing.

He looked with some pity at Su Baiji, who was half bent over with a forced smile on his face since Gu Jiushang came.

"Alas, my husband, I wonder when our Su family will be able to produce a master of foundation building."

Su Baiji stood up straight, his eyes showing a look of determination. "Forging the foundation of the Tao is so difficult.

However, Black Abyss Island is in need of reconstruction, and this is the opportunity for my Su family."

A quarter of an hour later.

A green spiritual light fell, and Gu Jiushang entered the cave and walked towards Qingzhiyuan.

Not far from the entrance of the cave, the green spiritual gauze fluttered, and ten magical prohibitions appeared and disappeared, completely concealing Chu Xiang's aura.

"I don't know why the master is so fond of Gu Qingfeng. He is greedy, accepts bribes, and betrays his master."

He secretly spat in his heart. Although Chu Xiang was ordered to bribe Gu Jiushang, he did not think highly of this disloyal and unjust person.

He thought to himself that if a spiritual doctor of Fang Yi's status took a fancy to him, he would definitely work wholeheartedly and would never be a foolish traitor.

"Brother Gu, Chu Xiang has been following you for half a year. He's really persevering."

In Qingzhi Garden, brown lines of prohibition were drawn, transforming into a jade mirror about ten feet in size.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, with a two-meter-tall tree with gnarled branches and needle-like leaves swaying behind him.

The third-grade low-grade spiritual root: Green Needle Pine.

With half a portion of third-level true water and a portion of third-level spiritual soil, this withered and flourishing spiritual seed sprouted branches and leaves and entered its infancy.

"Master, this Chu Xiang is really annoying.
This is the change in the spiritual platform on Heiyuan Island. The Su family has two acres of spiritual fields with insufficient spiritual energy supply, which have turned into wasteland.

The remaining ten or so acres of spiritual fields are also in danger of falling."

Gu Jiushang handed over a brocade picture, feeling somewhat helpless.

Since the year when Xiao Lie landed on Black Abyss Island, there have been many cultivators under Xiao Lie's command on the island, who have been following orders from the Yiwei Sect.

The Duobao Pavilion, Baicaotang, and the Forging Workshop were built in the market of Heiyuan Island.

While Fang Yi was in seclusion, refining his Taoist foundation, he was targeted by Chu Xiang.

On the surface, he sent many spiritual objects, but secretly relied on a top-grade magical weapon-level air-hiding veil to constantly entangle himself.

Fang Yi took the brocade map and glanced at it. He saw two gray areas that were particularly eye-catching in the lush green spiritual field.

He waved his sleeves, stretched out his five fingers, and the spiritual vein map of the Black Abyss was raised.

The brown scroll slowly unfolded, and rays of spiritual light gradually entangled with the spiritual eye in the cave.

"disease!"

Fang Yi activated the pulse-finding method, and his spiritual consciousness poured into the spiritual map, carefully investigating the cause.

The numerous spiritual fields on Heiyuan Island are all nourished by spiritual veins.

There is a problem with this spiritual field, it is clearly a problem with the spiritual vein. If it is not investigated thoroughly, it is very likely to cause changes in the third-level spiritual plant, the green-needle pine.

A few moments.

After Fang Yi figured out the cause, he withdrew his spiritual sense and said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Jiu Shang, don't worry about the spiritual field. It's been drained of its original power, and its spiritual veins are weakened, unable to supply the spiritual field.

The decline of the spiritual field is irreversible and has been set in stone."

"What should the spiritual plant husbands on the island do?"

Gu Jiushang's expression changed slightly. Heiyuan Island is now developing rapidly, absorbing independent cultivators from all directions.

Apart from Fang Yi, Xu Qingshe and Qingfeng Zhenren wanting to accept disciples, the remaining reason is that the abandoned spiritual fields are suitable for farming.

If the spiritual fields were abandoned, the number of cultivators attracted to the Black Abyss Island would be reduced by at least 30%.

"Master, do you have any remedy? The degradation of the spiritual fields will surely damage the already fragile foundation of Black Abyss Island."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, and the roots of the green pine tree behind him were twisted and completely wrapped around his spiritual eyes.

As his mind turned, the suction force in the roots of the green needle pine increased by three points, and strands of pure essence were extracted from the spiritual vein by the vigorous roots.

“Senior Brother Gu, the Black Abyss Island Spiritual Vein is a quasi-third-level spiritual vein, although it is not far from the third level.

However, providing support for the growth of third-level spiritual plants will eventually consume the original essence.

The solution to this spiritual field degradation is to stop practicing the [Spiritual Root Ascension True Chapter] and give up on refining the Dao Foundation."

How could Fang Yi confuse the priorities?

In order to develop independent cultivation, spiritual fields, spiritual veins, and even power, they gave up improving their cultivation.

“There’s no need to mention this matter again.

As for attracting monks, the first round of assessment has already passed, so we can offer some sweet treats."

Fang Yi waved his hand and sent out a ray of light that wrapped around the sound transmission note, then spoke.

“I will notify Junior Brother Qingshe.

Senior Brother Gu, go inform Senior Uncle Qingfeng that the second round of the assessment is about to begin."

"Yes, sir, this is the second-level blood essence collected from the island." Gu Jiushang took out a gourd of second-level blood essence from the storage bag and turned to leave.

Fang Yi took the gourd, opened the jade stopper, and felt the abundant essence and blood.

"The essence and blood of a foundation-building cultivator?"

I sniffed it, and a sweet fragrance mixed with a rotten smell entered my nasal cavity.

"The Foundation Establishment cultivators were killed within the past three years. The method of extracting their essence and blood was not as fierce and skillful as before, so the medicinal power has diminished."

Fang Yi thought of the White Bone Sect monk who had sneaked into the Black Abyss Island and was killed a few years ago, and an amusement appeared on his face.

"It's quite interesting. It's only been a short time since Black Abyss Island opened to the public, and already demonic cultivators have infiltrated.

With such concerns, I think a dark market is about to emerge."

"This will save a lot of effort. After all, the blood essence of the cultivators used in Chi Yin's sacrifice is quite a waste."

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the shadow of the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner appeared behind him.

Then a green spiritual light disappeared into the Kuruo small cave.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and a list unfolded on the Black Abyss Island. The vast golden light illuminated the entire market.

Fan Dacheng looked at the increasingly bustling market and felt happy.

The stronger the big tree on Heiyuan Island is, the greater the benefits will be to the Fan family in Changle Valley.

"boom!"

Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay and took a step forward, and the power of the foundation-building cultivators clashed.

"The ancestor has decreed that the disciple-recruiting ceremony will begin in ten days.

Fellow Daoists who have not yet passed the first level, and cultivators who have not yet accumulated 100 merits, must act quickly."

"It's started? It's finally started!"

"Haha, Chen has been waiting for a long time!"

"Good! Good! Good! My Zhuge family must take first place!"

In the market town, spiritual consciousnesses, some hot, some cold, collided and conversed with each other, causing ripples.

Every spiritual consciousness is a foundation-building master.

Those who come to this Black Abyss Island are all looking forward to the future of their descendants, as well as to the spiritual objects, magical tools, and various inheritances that can be exchanged for the merit list of the disciple-recruiting ceremony.

Fan Dacheng saw rays of spiritual light rising up, and one after another foundation-building monks stepped out of the cave, with smiles on their faces, trying to please him.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, I am from the Zhu family of Qingyuchi. I would like to invite you to have a chat."

"Brother Fan, you and I are both disciples of Xuanyang Mountain, so we need to be quiet for a while."

"Brother Daoist, I have a pot of premium spirit wine. I heard that you are a wine lover. Let's have a drink."

"Thank you for your courtesy, my fellow Taoists. I have something to do and will go ahead."

Fan Dacheng didn't pay much attention to it. He waved his robe, turned into a ray of light, and left in an instant.

Fan Yong had already talked about it. How could he not know that the Fan family's foothold on Heiyuan Island was based on Fang Yi's appreciation for them after a hundred years of living together.

The appreciation of a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor is so precious. It is the greatest wealth accumulated by Fan Dacheng after a hundred years of practice.

For the sake of our descendants and future generations, we must not waste even a single cent.

A small cave of withering and flourishing.

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, and the shadow of an ancient and clumsy spirit flag swayed 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!"

A gourd-shaped magical instrument opened, and the monk's blood and essence poured out.

The banner of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fell and exploded, turning into a series of strange and deep runes that fell down.

The corpse qi contained in the corpse pile was like a big river, flowing towards the mire of flesh and blood.

At the same time, the Five Poison Cauldron was also sacrificed, and the blood essence of the monster obtained from Yan Youtai fell down.

Red, green and gray, the three spiritual lights converged and poured into the corpse.

"Roar!"

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

The gray-black corpse qi surged, the gloomy aura was eerie, and the enchanting third-grade corpse lotus swayed.

A young boy with a green face, fangs, red hair and dark, bloodthirsty pupils.

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, and he clenched his fist and hit his chest.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into blood mist and merging into Chi Yin's soul.

"Blood nourishes blood, qi generates energy!"

"Gulu.Gulu"

A greedy sucking sound came from the third-grade corpse lotus.

Under Fang Yi's feet, 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.

The gloomy corpse qi was like clouds and mist, wrapping up Chi Yin, and a red light flowed.

A gray corpse pill phantom emerged in the withered dantian, and Chi Yin's energy climbed to an extreme.

"boom!"

The ninth level of foundation building is complete!

Fang Yi's long hair fluttered in the cold wind, his robe rustled, and he chuckled softly.

“After years of accumulation and countless blood essences, I have finally reached this point in my corpse refining process, where I have completed my foundation building.

After that, it’s time to condense the Corpse Pill and officially enter the third-level Corpse King realm.”

"Roar" Chi Yin stared at Fang Yi with wet eyes.

The scales on his body retracted, returning to his original state, and he transformed into a young man with a childish face and fair skin.

(End of this chapter)