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

Chapter 550: The Three Treasures Are Given, and People's Hearts Are Unsettled

On the stone steps, the green wood spiritual light around Zhong Ji turned into a light curtain, and he was approaching the top.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps
As the black boots fell, Fang Yi's eyes swept over Chu Jing, who had already climbed nine hundred steps.

He pondered for a moment, and a feeling of cherishing talent arose in his heart. The magic formula in his sleeve changed slightly, and the power of the illusion technique of Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers was restrained.

Zhong Ji frowned, still trapped in the illusion.

On the stone steps, under the gaze of the monks, Chu Jing walked step by step towards the end of the stone steps.

"Pfft!"

The magic power brought by the burning of essence and blood has dissipated by more than 80%.

His feet felt weak and limp, and Chu Jing fell on the stone steps, gasping for breath.

"No! You can't give up!"

"Only ten levels away! Only ten levels away!!"

Chu Jing struggled a bit, twisting his body and climbing to the top of the stone steps, as he felt the strength coming from nowhere.

Nine hundred and ninety-first step

Nine hundred and ninety-two steps
Nine hundred and ninety-eight steps
Nine hundred and ninety-nine!
"Wow!" On the bluestone square, countless casual cultivators clenched their fists, feeling sympathy and hoping that Chu Jing would climb onto the platform.

The reason is simple. He is only at the fourth level of Qi training, and his cultivation level is average. Judging from his age and appearance, he is almost thirty years old.

Countless casual cultivators took their place in this, feeling hopeful.

If a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training can do it, then so can I.
Chu Jing had been hanging around on Heiyuan Island for a few years, so news had naturally leaked out.

A foundation-building master with red eyebrows and white hair frowned slightly and took out a stone knife with three magic prohibitions from his sleeve.

"Do any of the cultivators present here know anything about the young man at the fourth level of Qi training on these stone steps?

If you can tell me a thing or two, I will give you this black stone knife as a reward."

A young monk in a red robe and with a poor face hesitated for a moment, and then took half a step forward under the temptation of a low-grade magic weapon.

"Report to the Master, I know a thing or two. The Taoist brother on the stone steps is called Chu Jing. In his early years..."

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

One after another, more than twenty foundation-building masters cast their eyes on the young man in red robes.

There are more than twenty foundation-building masters. Not to mention all of them, even if one of them leaks a little bit of energy, it will be enough to make the red-robed young man tremble with fear.

"Fellow Daoists, please restrain your energy. This young Daoist is only at the fifth level of Qi training and cannot withstand your pressure."

At some point, Fan Dacheng was already standing behind the red-robed youth, and a golden spiritual light rose up, blocking the pressure from the foundation-building effort.

"Fellow Daoist Fan?!"

Seeing Fan Dacheng like this, the people who were building the foundation came to their senses and secretly cursed the old fox for wanting to get the moon first by being close to the water.

"He's going up! Chu Jing is going up!"

Just as Fan Dacheng was about to speak, a sharp-eyed cultivator saw Chu Jing cross the last step, half of his body leaning into the altar, and then his whole body twitched and he stopped moving.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, half?!"

Beside the bluestone square, the monks were whispering and making a lot of noise.

The foundation-building masters of each family also looked at each other in confusion. Does this mean that they have passed the disciple-accepting ceremony, or have they failed the ceremony?

"Is Chu Jing going to become Patriarch Fang's disciple?"

A foundation-building master from the Lu family of Bizhu Peak was playing with a bamboo magic weapon in his hand, and a spider-web-like crack appeared on it.

He didn't care about this magical tool for concentrating his mind that he had exchanged for ten beautiful maids, and muttered to himself.

"A casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training is just going to jump over the dragon gate like a fish and turn over and disappear like this?

I have been practicing for nearly two hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen such a situation."

"Old Ghost Lu, Master Fang hasn't made a move yet. This is the last step. Although Chu Jing has some luck, his cultivation is still low."

“What a pity! If I had known about this earlier, I would have given Chu Jing some medicinal pills and changed into a mid-grade robe. In all likelihood, I would have been able to take this final step.

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. If you miss this last half step, a great opportunity will slip away from you."

Gu Sha, the head of the Hengsong Lake ancient family, was dressed in a black robe. His eyes fell on Chu Jing, who was lying on the stone steps like limp mud.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of regret emerged in his heart. This Chu Jing once sold elixirs in the Gu family's shop.

A descendant of the Gu family's side branch had an affair with Chu Jing and taught him secret things.

If they could become Fang Yi's disciple, the Gu family could also use this opportunity to establish a connection with the Black Abyss Island.

"Humanity is limited. No matter how strong your perseverance is, it cannot change your insufficient cultivation and weak foundation."

The noise in the bluestone square did not affect Fang Yi.

His face showed no joy or sadness as he watched the monk who struggled repeatedly but ultimately failed to crawl onto the altar intact.

Chu Jing's five fingers were already covered in blood, his essence and blood were almost burned out, the magic power in his dantian was empty, the fire in his soul was burning, and the evil spirit was like a file, constantly filing away bits of his soul.

The oil is running out!

Chu Jing's face showed despair.

"Is this the end for me? I'm just going to give up such a great opportunity?!!"

Fang Yi looked at Chu Jing leisurely, and did not help him. He just watched the despair in Chu Jing's eyes grow.

In the end, his eyes were filled with death and determination!

'It's hot enough!'

Seeing that hundreds of monks in the bluestone square had already witnessed Chu Jing's great perseverance, a flash of inspiration flashed across Fang Yi's boots.

Brown spiritual patterns flowed on the stone steps, and a wisp of Yimu's vital energy fell silently into Chu Jing's body.

"Um?!"

Chu Jing felt the Qi sea in his Dantian, and for some reason, he was able to squeeze out a trace of magic power again. He was overjoyed and did not dare to show any fear.

"Fuck me!!"

"Look, Chu Jing is going up!"

"How can it be!!"

"Hiss, a golden phoenix flew out of the mountain cave? A loach turned into a dragon?!"

The monks in the market town were all shocked. Gu Sha was overjoyed and grabbed a monk from the Gu family next to him.

"Hurry! Go to Guizhen Hall and tell Yuxue the news. She won't be needed to prepare the medicine anymore."

Gusha pondered for a moment, took out a jade token from his sleeve and gave instructions.

"Guleng, take my decree back to Hengsong Lake and retrieve the family tree. From today on, Yuxue is my goddaughter and a core descendant of the Gu family."

No one cared. The two Qi-cultivating monks of the Gu family activated their magic weapons and left in a hurry.

Or maybe every Foundation Establishment Master who received news about Chu Jing had his own arrangements.

"Boom!"

Thousands of stone steps shook, and Zhong Ji woke up with confusion in his eyes. Looking at Chu Jing on the altar, he smiled bitterly.

"One step behind."

Unexpectedly, it was a cultivator who was only at the fourth level of Qi training and had the shallowest foundation, who could come out on top with his great perseverance and become a disciple of the Black Abyss Island.

The stone steps were filled with brown spiritual light and slowly merged into the ground. A gentle force on the stone steps sent the remaining monks to the bluestone square.

A few moments.

The altar landed in the middle of the bluestone square, looking at Chu Jing, whose chest was rising and falling slightly, as if he was only breathing his last breath.

Amid the expectant or envious gazes of many cultivators, Fang Yi nodded slightly with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Please bear witness, fellow Taoists, from now on, this Chu Jing is Fang's disciple."

After the words fell, Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a green lotus took root and sprouted. The lotus leaves swayed, wrapping Chu Jing.

"Crash!"

Rich vitality gathered, causing ripples, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world swayed behind him.

"disease!"

A solemn and dignified shadow of a demon god wearing a Chaotian crown and a Yimu robe appeared, his body glowing with light, and he made a seal with his hands as he stepped out from the banner.

The spells in Fang Yi's hands changed, and a strong vitality transformed into a jade-colored Dharma wheel behind him, slowly rotating.

Medical Secret Technique: Xiaoyi Wood Divine Light
Medical Secrets: Five Lotuses Nourishing Qi

Medical Secret Technique: Xuanzhi Shengshen

The solemn and dignified shadow of the demon god pinched the lotus in his hand, smiled compassionately, and then exploded, turning into three rays of light and merging into Chu Jing's body.

“Is this the quasi-third-level spiritual doctor?

With such ability, it is no wonder that he can rival the Fake Dan Master, succeed the Murong family, and occupy this Black Abyss Island."

Looking at Chu Jing, whose complexion turned from gray to rosy in just three breaths, the foundation-building masters present were speechless.

Unlike Qi-cultivating cultivators, the Foundation Establishment cultivators have undergone a transformation in their soul and body, and can glimpse more of Chu Jing's background.

The lost mana was restored to 100%, and the power of the soul overflowed. Although the essence and blood were not fully restored, it seemed that he was worried that Chu Jingxu would not be replenished.

"Old snakehead, does your Zhao family have such ability?" Gu Sha suppressed the joy in his heart and tried not to laugh out loud.

The Zhao family's foundation-building master from the Black Snake Cave who was being questioned made a fingerprint with the spirit snake in his hand and sighed reluctantly.

"We're both at the foundation building stage, but why is there such a huge gap? The Zhao family doesn't have the ability to replenish essence and blood like this."

The Zhao family has been taming monsters for two hundred years and has accumulated a lot of experience, so they have a deep understanding of the art of blood essence.

It is precisely because of this that we know the terrifying nature of this medical skill. With just a breath, it can nourish the marrow and increase blood. This is not something that ordinary foundation-building cultivators can master.

Fang Yi nodded in his heart upon seeing this, and with a flick of his fingertips, a ray of spiritual light merged into Chu Jing's body.

"Wake up, my friend!"

"Hmm." Chu Jing's heavy eyelids slowly opened, and he saw the monk in front of him with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and the aroma of medicine lingering in his eyes.

He recalled a few things in his mind.

'I am'

'What am I? '

'Complete the last stage of the disciple-recruiting ceremony! !'

Fang Yi's lips moved slightly, and he spoke with a smile. "Chu Jing, you have a good heart and great perseverance.

"Your determination cannot be taken away, your fire will refine your heart, your fierce energy valves your body, and you will cross a thousand stone steps."

Fang Yi paused for a moment, ignoring the gazes in the market town.

"Chu Jing, are you willing to become my disciple?"

Chu Jing suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, knelt down on his knees, and spoke earnestly and humbly.

"Chu Jing is willing! Chu Jing is willing!

Disciple greets Master! "

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After Chu Jing finished the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony to become his disciple, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and with a gentle force, he helped him up.

"Since that is the case, from now on, fellow Taoists, bear witness that Chu Jing is Fang's disciple."

After a brief pause, Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and three colors of spiritual light, green, blue, and red, flew out, transforming into three magical instruments: robes, medicine cauldron, and jade sword, which floated in the air. "Chu Jing, since you have become my disciple, you must have a treasure to protect yourself."

With a grab of five fingers, the ancient medicine cauldron fell in and was lifted up by Fang Yi.

“I practice medicine as a teacher, and you do the same.

This Medicine King Cauldron is made of bluestone jade and is a top-grade magical instrument. I give it to you to use to brew elixirs."

Under the increasingly fiery gazes of the monks, the azure robes emitted layers of spiritual light and fell on Chu Jing.

"This Yimu robe is also a top-grade magical instrument, given to you to protect your path."

With a touch of his fingertips, the red magic sword emitted a cold light, and the sword light was faint.

"This Xuanyuan Sword is also given to you. I hope you will practice well and not bring shame upon my disciples.

When you establish your foundation, another treasure will be bestowed upon you."

Chu Jing clenched his five fingers, stretching his earthworm-like veins as he held the Xuanyuan Sword and Yaowang Ding tightly.

Although he knew that he would have a bright future if he became a disciple of Black Abyss Island, he never expected that he would be given three top-grade magical instruments.

Three top-grade magical weapons!

Even if one establishes a foundation for the Dao, he can enjoy a life span of four hundred years and become a foundation-building master who establishes a small family.

Before reaching the late stage of foundation building, most people only have one or two high-quality magic tools.

As if sensing the fiery and greedy gazes of the Foundation Establishment Masters around him, Fang Yi's face turned cold and a cold murderous aura flowed through him.

"My fellow Taoists, are you trying to spy on my disciples?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"Master Fang has misunderstood."

"We have no such intention."

Fang Yi's expression eased slightly upon seeing this, and he took out a storage bag embroidered with gold thread from his sleeve.

"Jing'er, this storage bag contains the elixirs for your daily practice, as well as some spirit stones.

I will give you three days to finish your miscellaneous matters. After three days, you will come to Qingzhi Garden to see me."

"Yes, Master!"

Chu Jing put the magic weapon into the storage bag, his face flushed with excitement, and he felt his feet were light, as if floating in the clouds.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, then turned to look at Zhong Ji, who was standing aside with an envious look on his face, with admiration in his eyes.

But he didn't say much. His eyes swept over a Qi-cultivating cultivator in front of Xu Qingshe, and he turned into a beam of light and left.

After the escaping light faded away, Qin Yu took a step forward and walked in front of Zhong Ji who was about to leave.

"Senior Qin?" Zhong Ji looked puzzled. "What do you want me to do?"

The people who had surrounded Chu Jing and wanted to make friends with him also pricked up their ears.

Chu Jing is Fang Yi's disciple and needs to be on good terms with him. Qin Yu is also Fang Yi's disciple, and the eldest disciple at that.

If you can make good friends, the benefits will be endless!

Qin Yu smiled and patted Zhong Ji on the shoulder.

"Zhong Ji, your spiritual medical skills are good and your aptitude is excellent, but unfortunately you lack perseverance.

Master is quite impressed with you."

Zhong Ji felt bitter in his heart, looked at Chu Jing with envy, and sighed slightly.

"Senior Qin, thank you for your praise. It's a pity that I was half a step short of being accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Fang."

Qin Yu laughed and spoke.

“Don’t be discouraged.

"Zhong boy, if you are interested in studying the way of spiritual medicine, you can practice on this Black Abyss Island for a while, and perhaps there will be some improvement."

"What do you mean, senior?" Zhong Ji asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Qin Yu nodded slightly, seemingly not caring about the fiery gaze of the Foundation Establishment Master beside him.

"Master will be striving for Dan Condensation in the future, and intends to pass on the Taoist tradition before Dan Condensation.

I'm afraid it's not enough for just me and my four fellow disciples."

"Boom!" On the bluestone square, a fiery look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the monks.

As soon as the three top-grade magic weapons appeared, countless cultivators regretted their decision, especially those who gave up the third level assessment, who regretted it to the core.

When a fake Dan Zhenren accepts a disciple, he usually gives him a top-grade magic weapon, which means he is already a wealthy person.

Three top-grade magical instruments?

How much do you value your disciples?
The same thought crossed the minds of all the monks.

Chu Jing can do it, why can't I?!
Seeing this, Qin Yu nodded in his heart.

What the master ordered was finally done.

These three top-grade magical instruments and the purchased 'horse bones' have already begun to play their roles.

After that, it was a matter of waiting for the information to spread, letting the cultivators in Dadu Ancient City and even Fengling Fairy City know about it, and constantly displaying the "horse bone" sign.

In a corner of the market town, in an ancient building, the air was filled with fragrant incense.

Yan Youtai, whose aura was filled with precious light and noble spirit, looked at Xiao Lie thoughtfully.

"Brother Xiao, since Fang Yi values ​​his disciples' character and perseverance so much, why don't we go all out?

So, give him a few more disciples to pass on the Taoist tradition."

Xiao Lie nodded slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

“As Junior Brother Yan said, disciples with superior spiritual roots are hard to find, but cultivators with outstanding perseverance are not uncommon.

Perseverance? Dao Heart? "

Xiao Lie was dismissive. He thought that any cultivator who could condense a fake elixir must have experienced a lot of blood and gore.

Those who lack perseverance and determination have long been eliminated.

"So, Junior Brother Xiao, let's go together and look for the disciples under your command.

Fang Yi has always been cautious, so having another chess piece beside him would be beneficial."

Yan Youtai did not tell anyone that he had bribed Xu Qingshe and had already taken Gu Qingfeng into his pocket.

Xiao Lie relies on Master Tianque, but the relationship between the two is just that they share the same interests. How could Yan Youtai tell him his trump card?

Three days later, the silver moon was hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight was scattered and swept into the cool breeze.

Qingzhi Garden.

Ancient vines climbed on the stone walls, and spiritual energy and a decaying aura lingered in the cave.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, held up by a green auspicious cloud, with Gu Jiushang standing behind him.

He pinched the Wanye Feihua Seal with his hands, activated the illusion, looked outside the cave, and spoke.

"Now that you've finished your chores, come in."

"Boom!" The heavy stone door opened to both sides.

Chu Jing was in high spirits, his robe rustling. He stepped into Qingzhi Garden and fell into an illusion.

He was in a trance, and only felt that behind Fang Yi there was an ancient tree more than ten feet tall with waving branches, standing on the brown spiritual soil, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Xuanyang Mountain's [Soul Cleansing Method], the third-level spiritual tree [Cloud and Smoke Wood]?
The two pieces of information were imprinted into the soul silently and subtly.

He was shocked. Master has a profound background.
Chu Jing also has some foundation to be able to take on the feud with the Shen family, a foundation-building family.

Twenty years ago, the Chu family of spiritual medicine was famous for its ability to cultivate spiritual plants and was also well-known among the foundation-building families.

Later, the master of the Chu family's foundation-building skills was old and nearing the end of his life. The ancestor of the Shen family, under the pretext of a beast tide, attacked the ancestral land and massacred the entire clan.

He was the only one left, a direct descendant who had escaped while out buying elixirs. He was terrified and determined to take revenge.

"Disciple Chu Jing, hello to Master!"

Chu Jing knelt down and saluted, speaking respectfully.

There was silence in Qingzhi Garden.

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The faint scent of powder entered Fang Yi's nostrils, causing him to frown slightly.

When a villain succeeds, he will have no scruples?

In just three days, he lost his vital energy?

Time passed bit by bit, and when Chu Jing's blue robe was soaked with sweat, he felt depressed.

Fang Yi took out a token and a volume of martial arts techniques from his sleeve and spoke.

"Xiang'er, this cave token allows you to practice in the second-level Yushan Cave.

In addition, this volume of [Qingmu Yangling Gong] is a top-level second-level martial arts method. If you practice it well, you will have the hope of achieving a mid-level Taoist foundation.

Don’t let me down.”

Chu Jing took the two treasures, feeling delighted, and kowtowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Master, for the treasure. I will practice diligently and live up to the prestige of the sect."

"Yes." Fang Yi nodded slightly. "Your cultivation is shallow. Before you break through to the late stage of Qi training, you should practice hard on the island."

After a brief pause, Fang Yi spoke.

"Xiang'er, do you have a Taoist partner? If so, please bring him to the cave and practice together."

Chu Jing's heart moved slightly, thinking of the warm fragrance of jade in Guizhen Hall yesterday.

He shook his head slightly.

"Master, I am devoted to cultivation, hoping to bring glory to our family. I do not have a Taoist companion."

"Is that so?" Fang Yi's eyes were deep, like an ancient cold pond, bottomless.

"It's okay if you don't have a Taoist companion. Just practice hard. When you have perfected your Qi training, I will prepare the Foundation Establishment Pill for you.

If there is nothing else, please leave."

After Chu Jing left the cave, Fang Yi frowned slightly, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

"No Taoist companion?"

"Brother Gu, please go and investigate.

If I'm mistaken, Chu Jing has a close connection with the cultivators of the Chu family of Guizhen Hall."

"If it's just a fleeting romance, it's fine, but if it's someone who betrays me..."

Fang Yi sneered, with a faint murderous aura around him.

Just because he practices the path of evil doesn't mean he wants his friends and disciples to be such heartless and treacherous monks.

If this is true, the use of this "priceless horse bone" needs to be changed.

"Yes, sir." Gu Jiushang bowed deeply, with a hint of regret in his heart.

He also saw Chu Jing's perseverance and admired it in his heart.

(End of this chapter)