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

Chapter 563: Foundation Establishment Completed, Returning to Xuanyang to Condense the Golden Pill
Seeing Zuo Ziheng's alert face, Fang Yi smiled helplessly. Although he was a little diligent in ordering Zi Dian Zhenren to do things, he did not lose out on any benefits.

There is no stupid person among the fake dan masters. The Zidian master is so thoughtful, so the elixir he gave will be of great benefit to the Cao family.

He took out a jade slip from his sleeve and spoke.

"Brother, you misunderstood. I just wanted to collect rare spiritual objects to refine spiritual medicine."

Zuo Ziheng's face froze, knowing that he was too sensitive. He took the jade slip and probed into it with his spiritual sense.

Third-grade low-grade ebony horn, third-grade low-grade vermilion soul fruit, and quasi-third-grade floating duckweed.
Seeing that the items recorded in the jade slips were at least quasi-third-level spiritual medicines, Zuo Ziheng pondered in his heart.

After a while, he spoke.

“Okay, Junior Brother Fang, I will exchange the elixir in this jade slip for you.

However, third-level elixirs are rare, and the price has increased, which is not satisfactory."

"It's okay, is a 30% premium enough?" Fang Yi took out a storage bag that had been prepared long ago from his sleeve.

Spiritual medicines above the third level are hard to come by, not to mention that more than one type is needed.

He had practiced for a short time and had not yet condensed his elixir. When it came to collecting high-level spiritual objects, his connections were far inferior to those of Zuo Ziheng, a disciple of Guangsheng Zhenren with a legitimate family background.

Zuo Ziheng took the bulging storage bag and scanned it with his spiritual sense. The low-grade spirit stones in the bag were emitting five-colored spiritual light and piled up like a small mountain.

"Brother Fang, this is well prepared," he said jokingly. "Aren't you afraid that Zuo will take the spirit stone and escape?"

Fang Yi smiled. "Don't employ those you doubt, and don't doubt those you employ. Thank you, Uncle Zuo."

"Forget it!" Zuo Ziheng sighed, knowing that he could not escape this trick. He pondered in his heart and sought collusion with his friends.

In order to exchange for so many high-quality spiritual medicines, in addition to the basic cost of spirit stones, he also had to pay a lot of favors.

"One year!" He held up a finger. "Junior Brother Fang, within one year at most, I will have all the spiritual medicines in this jade slip ready."

"In that case, thank you, senior brother." Fang Yi was delighted, as he had accomplished another important thing.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi looked at the monk wearing armor and with a burly figure, who strode onto the platform. The green jade scroll in his sleeve flipped, and information flowed into his heart.

Feng Yuanzheng, a member of the Jiadan family under Xuanyang Mountain and a direct disciple of the Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain.

A medium-grade wood-attribute spiritual root, spiritual root scale fifty-five, and the eighth level of Qi training.

He had a smile on his face, spoke gently, and his eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Feng Yuanzheng, your spiritual roots are only five steps away from becoming top-grade spiritual roots.

The Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain also has the False Dan Master in charge, and their techniques are complete. Why bother going far away and become Fang's disciple? "

Feng Yuanzheng's face was solemn, his words were respectful, and his manners were gentle. He did not show any arrogance of a direct descendant of the fake Dan Zhenren.

"Master Fang, there are many direct descendants of Jiuzhi Mountain, and there are two cultivators with higher qualifications than me.
Yuanzheng harbors delusional ambitions and is unwilling to cultivate only a low-grade foundation."

Feng Yuanzheng prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, "Please have mercy, Master!"

"To Fang Mou, are you so hopeful?" Fang Yi said with an inexplicable look, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Under the sharp gaze, Feng Yuanzheng felt that all his little thoughts and ideas were seen through.

After hesitating for a moment, he abandoned the words he had prepared for a long time and spoke through gritted teeth.

“I have no confidence in the expedition.

But Yuanzheng is willing to take a gamble. The path of cultivation is never smooth sailing. Even a slight possibility is extremely rare."

He paused slightly, and seeing that Fang Yi was not angry, he continued.

"Time is like gold. If you want to forge a mid-level foundation, you can't afford to delay the expedition.

Being able to become a disciple of a famous teacher like Master Fang is the best choice after careful consideration."

"You are a person with ideas and determination. The path to immortality is long and elusive. There are one or two opportunities ahead, but you can't miss them." Fang Yi's eyes swept over the stone steps and saw the other two direct descendants of Fake Dan Zhenren.

One is Sui Bai from Wugui Cliff, with a young face, wearing a green cypress and pine robe, with a jade ring on his waist, like a green pine and bamboo, with traces of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The other one had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his slender body was lying on the stone steps. It was Yuanqiong from Bizegou.

The thousand stone steps are used to refine the mind, Sui Bai stopped at the 900th step, and Yuan Qiong did not even step past the 800th step.

If it were an ordinary person who had reached the foundation-building stage, he would have been deceived by the two of them.

Fang Yi comprehended the meaning of withering and flourishing, and with a glance of his spiritual sense he knew that these two people were using the elixir to seal their cultivation foundation, just going through the motions and were unwilling to become his disciples.

Fang Yi took out a red spiritual sword and a jade slip from his storage bag, stood up, and with a wave of his sleeves, the clouds and mist on the altar dissipated.

There was a faint green glow around him, like a huge green sun.

"As witnesses to all my fellow Daoists, this disciple-recruiting ceremony ends here.

From now on, Feng Yuanzheng will be the fifth disciple of Fang Yi from Heiyuan Island."

The powerful voice boomed like thunder and lightning, and the three-hundred-foot-high stone pillars merged into the ground.

When the monks came to their senses, Fang Yi was nowhere to be seen.

Feng Yuanzheng reached out and took the jade slip and magic sword in front of him. He scanned them with his spiritual sense and felt extremely happy.

The third-level Wood Dao technique, the [Blue Lotus Baose Sutra], although only has the Qi training chapter, has already surpassed the [Baozhi Yangshen Gong] he practiced.

“The bet was right!

Black Abyss Island is in a state of disrepair and the support it provides to its monks is far beyond the ordinary."

In the evening, in the private room of Shiweitian, there were long and melodious music, graceful dancers, and continuous soft sounds.

Three monks, dressed in luxurious clothes, brocade robes and jade pendants on their waists, were toasting each other.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Sui Bai waved his hand to let the dancers leave. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke.

"Brother Yuanzheng, do you really want to join the Black Abyss Island?
Although Fang Yi was a cultivator at the ninth level of foundation building and had hope of condensing a fake pill, after the fake pill condensed the pill, he spent the first sixty years running around for his natal treasure.

How much help can this be to Brother Feng?
In this case, it would be better to become a disciple of a fake dan master who has already condensed the dan."

On the other side, Yuanqiong, who was wearing a purple-gold robe and a jade dragon crown on his head, also spoke.

“Brother Feng, the three of you and I help each other, and we all have top-grade spiritual root cultivators in our clan, and we cannot get the full support of our clan.

But even so, we must not give up on ourselves.”

Feng Yuanzheng thought of the [Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra] lying quietly in the storage bag, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Sui, if you trust me, you must give your all to the next Black Abyss disciple recruitment ceremony. It will be very beneficial."

"It will be of great benefit?" Sui Bai sneered in his heart and was about to speak to persuade him again.

"It just so happens that Brother Feng has become a disciple of Uncle Fang Yi, and now..."

"Suibai!"

Yuanqiong interrupted their conversation with a wave of his sleeves, then took out a pot of Crescent Moon Tea, which was filled with the rich aroma of wine.

"Since Brother Feng has made up his mind, I, Yuan, wish Brother Yuanzheng good health and a speedy foundation building."

An hour later, the silver moon was high in the sky and the wind was cold.

Food is the most important thing. The side rooms were in a mess with cups and plates everywhere, and only Sui Bai and Yuan Qiong were left.

Sui Bai looked puzzled and asked, "Brother Yuan, why did you stop me from winning over Feng Yuanzheng just now?

Word spread within the clan that Fang Yi of Black Abyss Island was interested in competing with Master Xiao Lie for the position of the head of the clan.

If you can win over Feng Yuanzheng and plant a spy on Heiyuan Island, both the clan and Master Xiao will reward you greatly."

A strong look of longing appeared in Sui Bai's eyes.

The clan spread the news that Yan Youtai had condensed the real elixir and was unrivaled in the limelight.

The Sui family of Wuqiuya and the Yuan family of Bizequ saw that Tianji Peak had two real masters and Xiao Lie was the head of the sect, and their power increased greatly, so they secretly defected to Xiao Lie.

I came to Heiyuan Island to plant a hidden chess piece, how could I become Fang Yi's disciple?

Yuan Qiong sneered. "The Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain has gained an opportunity. This generation has two cultivators with top-grade spiritual roots, and they are secretly fighting with Master Xiao.

But it is no more than half a month at the shortest and a year at the longest.

When the Feng family's ancestor's decree arrives, Feng Yuanzheng will still come looking for you and me."

"I will make him bleed profusely then!" Sui Bai's tone was grim and his eyes were filled with greed.

"I think the top-grade magic sword that Fang Yixin gave me is very valuable and can be exchanged for a lot of spirit stones."

half year later.

On Heiyuan Island, in Qingzhi Courtyard, spiritual energy is everywhere and ancient vines are swaying.

In the spiritual spring, a mysterious energy lingers around the spiritual seed, swallowing and exhaling the origin of the spiritual vein.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, and the [Scripture of Life and Death] activated his magic power, which surged out from the sea of ​​qi in his dantian and flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians.

The pure spiritual power was constantly refined and transformed into magic power through his fingertips.

The shadow of an ancient tree with twisted roots, half of it lush and half withered, its branches swaying.

"Master, Qingfeng wants to see you for something!"

Outside the stone gate, Gu Jiushang's voice was heard.

"Senior Brother Gu?" Fang Yi stored his magic power in his dantian, looked at the Xuantian spirit seed in the spring, and sighed.

"To have a mountain of treasures but not be able to enter is ultimately because one's cultivation is too low."

With a wave of his sleeves, a ray of spiritual light turned into the shadow of a green lotus. The lotus petals closed, wrapped up the Xuantian spiritual seed, sank it into the spiritual spring, and continued to absorb the essence of the spiritual vein.

After his Tao foundation was perfected, Fang Yi took out the Xuantian Spirit Seed and fed it with the remaining third-level spiritual soil and spiritual vein origin.

But several years have passed, and apart from a slight but invisible growth in the vitality of the spirit seed, there has been no other change.

"Forget it. The essence of this Xuantian Spirit Seed is too high. I will explore its origin after I condense the pill." "Boom!"

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, the magic ban dissipated, and the heavy stone door retreated to the left and right.

"Brother Gu, what brings you here this time?"

Gu Jiushang hurried into the cave. After the stone door was closed, the magic ban began to circulate again, isolating the inside and the outside.

He slapped the spirit pet bag on his waist, and a wooden coffin with a breath of corpse energy and covered with dark green runes flew out.

“Master, three days ago, Chu Jing and Young Master Heng teamed up and led more than ten Qi training cultivators to attack Yulan Island.

Killed a second-level mid-grade red-striped tiger, but its body was damaged and needs repairing.

"Magnolia Island? Heng'er is really quick!" Fang Yi looked at the topographic map of the Nanyunpo spiritual vein hanging on the stone wall.

With a flick of his fingertip, a thumb-sized streak of light flashed through the clouds representing the demon clan's power and turned green.

As one of the rare second-level spiritual veins in Nanyun Lake, although it is only a micro spiritual vein, after occupying Magnolia Island, 40% of the spiritual vein map of Nanyun Lake is green.

"What is Chu Jing's reputation like on Heiyuan Island now?
Is it going according to plan?"

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers and the wooden coffin filled with corpse qi opened.

Chu Jing's skin was dark blue, and there was a decaying aura lingering around his body. His chest was collapsed, and there was a red demonic aura entwined around him.

Gu Jiushang ignored the injuries on Chu Jing's body, which were enough to cause a foundation-building cultivator to die.

In the past six months, we have been trying to spread the reputation of the horse bones that were bought for a huge sum of money on Black Abyss Island and attract monks.

He used Fang Yi's Qi and magic power to control this half-alive and half-dead living puppet.

On average, Chu Jing would suffer a serious injury once every thirty days, and Gu Jiushang had long been accustomed to it.

"Master, Chu Jing already has a nickname of Xuanyuan Sword on Heiyuan Island.

With the help of his low-grade spiritual roots to build his foundation, he cooperated with the cultivators under the Cao family and Zuo Ziheng to spread the word in Sudu Mountain, Fengling Fairy City, and even the gate of Xuanyang Mountain.

Black Abyss Island has become a famous place for many independent cultivators and outer disciples to pursue their dreams."

"A place to pursue dreams?" Fang Yi chewed over these four words carefully and chuckled.

It is with the help of these monks who live on the edge of a knife that the Black Abyss Island can fight against the monsters without suffering too much loss.

“So, let’s try harder.

Senior Brother Gu, after you repair this half-dead puppet, you can secretly manipulate him to attack together with Heng'er to capture another second-level island.

This Chu Jing used the secret method of the puppet Dao to refine it, pretending to be a medium-grade Dao base, but it was corroded by the corpse and was half-dead, so its use time was limited.
Make the best use of things, don’t waste this waste.”

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a green spiritual light wrapped around the soul-sealing jade box flew out.

The spiritual light dissipated, the soul-sealing jade box opened, and the skeleton of a second-level green wood leopard flew out.

The Green Wood Leopard's spirit bones were dark green in color. Although it had already fallen, it still exuded a rich vitality that transformed into lingering clouds and mist.

Strands of Chu Jing's blood turned into scarlet threads and merged into it.

The Bimubao puppet was refined through the secret method of [Same Breath], which has the same Qi as Chu Jing and is most suitable for repairing Chu Jing's body.

Fang Yi took a quick glance and saw that the Green Wood Leopard's limbs were broken and half of its ribs were broken. These were all the losses caused by the previous repair of Chu Jing.

After a rough estimate in his mind, he concluded that this damaged wooden animal skeleton would be enough for Chu Jing to use for five years based on normal wear and tear.

Fang Yi muttered, using his five fingers as a knife and slashing off half of the vertebrae.

“The skeletons of Wood Dao monsters are rare, and five years is enough time for Black Abyss Island to completely consolidate its reputation among the independent cultivators.

After that, let this Chu Jing have a splendid ending."

"Pong!"

The Five Poison Cauldron was raised, and the true fire of withering and flourishing wrapped the animal bones and fell into the cauldron for refining.

An hour later, the animal bones in the cauldron turned into green spiritual liquid. Fang Yi changed the magic formulas with his fingertips, and one magic seal after another hit the body in front of him that was surrounded by corpse energy.

Runes flowed on Chu Jing's dark skin, and his soul, which was covered with runes, slowly woke up from confusion.

He pleaded, looking at the familiar scene.

"Kill me! Master, Chu Jing knows he is wrong. Please kill me now!"

“Kill me!!”

Fang Yi's face showed no joy or sadness. The spiritual liquid in the Five Poison Cauldron flowed into Chu Fa's body like a poisonous snake, repairing his collapsed chest and shattered ribs.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" The pain of cramps and bone pulling spread from his body to his soul, and Chu Jing let out a miserably howl.

"kill me!"

"Fang Yi, you killed me!"

"Ahhhhh!!! Fang Yi, you are acting like a demon, attacking your disciples and successors. I curse you. Sooner or later, you will end up like this."

"The time has come!" Feeling the resentment rising from Chu Jing's soul, Fang Yi changed the magic gestures at his fingertips.

The secret art of puppetry: the half-dead puppet technique!
The wailing resentment was extracted by the emerald green spiritual liquid and integrated into the body.

The corpse aura lingering around Chu Jing was gradually suppressed by the bright green light, and the fragrance of plants and trees carried by the cultivators with wood spiritual roots in their foundation building was emitted.

Half a day later.

Looking at Chu Jing, who was wearing a Yimu robe, a five-lotus crown on his head, and a Xuanyuan sword on his waist, he looked heroic and full of energy.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.

"Brother Gu, I'm leaving Chu Jing in your care. After absorbing the soul's resentment, his resistance to soul magic will be improved. I think we can use him for a while longer."

Gu Jiushang bowed, activated his magic power, and moved his mind.

"Young Master Jing, please follow me!"

A flash of pain flashed across Chu Jing's face, and in an instant, he regained his spirits, and a clear voice came out of his mouth.

"Thank you, Steward Gu. This time, I, Chu, and Senior Brother Li will teach the monster clan a lesson!"

As Chu Jing took one step at a time, his somewhat stiff movements quickly became flexible, just like a living person.

"and many more!"

Fang Yi ordered Gu Jiushang to stop, then waved his sleeves, and more than twenty jade slips filled with the breath of time and surrounded by corpse ghosts flew out.

"Senior Brother Gu, I need to perfect my cultivation in the next few years in order to reach the Golden Core Realm.

You will choose the right time to release these twenty or so inheritances of the ways of corpse ghosts and let them spread all over Mount Sudu.

Since Black Abyss Island is the dream place for casual cultivators, how can it be without powerful magical instruments?"

"Yes, sir!" Gu Jiushang bowed, and a phantom of Taotie appeared behind him and swallowed more than twenty jade slips.

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

The way of corpse ghosts is extremely quick to learn. In addition to being able to fight against monsters, it is also used to prepare blood food for Fang Yi's third-level underworld corpse.

"boom!"

The stone gate fell again, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, and practiced the [Life and Death Withering and Flourishing Sutra] again, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner swayed behind him.

As Fang Yi's cultivation level gradually improved, the treasure banner was filled with vitality, and as the runes flowed, a magic ban was derived, which was about to evolve into a third treasure ban.

Two years later, Black Abyss Island.

A flying boat landed. Zuo Ziheng, holding a crane feather fan, looked at Li Heng and Chu Jing who walked out of Qingzhi Garden, with admiration in his eyes.

In two years, these two people have made Xuanyang Mountain famous on Heiyuan Island.

Especially Chu Jing, who was fearless and killed second-level monsters several times. It was said that the little beast king had already held a grudge against him.

"Chu Jing, has your master come out of seclusion?" Zuo Ziheng asked.

Chu Jing bowed, gentle as jade, a gentleman.

"Greetings, Uncle Master Zuo. Master is in seclusion practicing. Senior Brother Li and I have requested to see him many times but have not been able to."

"Still in seclusion?" Zuo Ziheng frowned slightly.

Unlike Chu Jing, Fang Yi has been silent in the past two years, except for occasionally leaving Qingzhi Garden to collect elixirs.

For two years, he never set foot out of Qingzhi Garden again.

"Forget it. When your master comes out of retreat, ask Butler Gu to inform me."

Zuo Ziheng hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"Yan Youtai has condensed the True Pill, and now his cultivation has been consolidated. The sect intends to let him take charge of Dadu Ancient City.

If you two go to the ancient city, please be careful."

Li Heng and Chu Jing exchanged a glance, a look of fear emerging on their faces. He was well aware of the grudge between Fang Yi's lineage and Yan Youtai.

Li Heng bowed.

"Thank you, Uncle Master Zuo, for telling me."

One year later, in Qingzhi Garden.

An ancient tree loomed in the sky. Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his aura slowly rising.

A few moments.

A three-foot-long gleam of light shot out from his eyes, and a vibrant aura flowed around his body. Fang Yi felt delighted, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"I have completed the ninth level of foundation building. I have finally reached this point."

(End of this chapter)