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

Chapter 574: Guangsheng Gifts Treasures, Old Friends

Three days later, the bright moon was setting in the west, and the lush green vines and ancient trees in the cave were rustling.

Fang Yi looked at the tender vines in the Five Poison Cauldron, which had grown to five inches and then stopped growing, and said with regret.

"After all, there is only half of the spiritual soil, and this Xuantian spiritual root has not been able to fully grow."

Feeling the surging magic power in his body, he flicked his sleeves, and a withered yellow spiritual light flashed across. In the entire cave, the moss and ancient vines that grew from the transformation of spiritual power turned into ashes one by one.

"A first-grade golden elixir! I didn't dare to even dream of such an elixir in my previous life. But in this life, I still have a chance. I might even be able to make further progress."

The remaining excitement in Fang Yi's eyes could not be restrained.

The Jindan cultivators' elixirs are of outstanding quality, and their pure mana is replenished daily, far surpassing that of ordinary Zhendan cultivators.

When the golden elixir is perfected, the success rate of condensing the Nascent Soul will be 20% to 30%.

Even if ordinary True Dan cultivation is completed, the possibility of condensing Nascent Soul is less than 10%.

A world apart!

“Be careful not to be arrogant or impatient!
Not every Jindan Zhenren can advance to the Yuanying stage, and some also fall."

"With this foundation in this world and the support of the sect, I can manage it well.

If you don't have 90% confidence when condensing your Nascent Soul, you're courting death!"

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, knowing that the road to immortality was bumpy and that he still had a very long way to go before reaching the Nascent Soul realm.

There are differences in the quality of the True Elixir and the Golden Elixir, and in the fighting methods, but they are all achieved by Jindan cultivators.

He is only at the Jindan stage now. He is not afraid of cultivators in the early Jindan stage, and can also fight with cultivators in the middle stage.

As for the great immortal in the late Jindan stage?
For a cultivator who can reach this stage, the foundation, magic weapons, supernatural powers, and secret techniques are all flawless.

If Fang Yi encounters this, even if he uses all his strength, his life will still be in danger.

Not to mention that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Dayun immortal world, there are several real people in Xuanyang Mountain alone, and he is no match for them.

Fang Yi's eyes were burning as he put away the Five Poison Cauldron and dropped it into the Kuruo Small Cave.

"I still need to manage things steadily and carefully. Only after I advance to the Nascent Soul True Lord stage can I completely control my own life."

Sensing an ancient black and white mysterious stone in his soul, Fang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

This Sansheng Stone was his greatest opportunity. As he successfully condensed the pill, it began to reveal some mysteries to him.

"After two lifetimes of cultivation, let me see what mysteries this Three Lives Stone holds!"

Vast spiritual consciousness and magical power poured into the Three Lives Stone. The black and white mysterious stone shook slightly, and some mysterious energy flowed.

The sound of ancient chanting rang out, the murderous aura flowed, and red runes flowed on the Three Lives Stone.

"Is this the fundamental rune from practicing the [Three Yin Slaughtering Divine Technique] in my previous life?"

The increasingly surging magic power poured into the Three Lives Stone, and a vague and slender figure appeared.

"Is the mana level not enough?

No wonder the Three Life Stone never responded to my requests even after more than three hundred years of cultivation in my previous life. It turns out it looked down upon True Dan cultivators."

Sensing the inexplicable energy in his soul, he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Now it seems that Jindan Zhenren's mana is of sufficient grade, but his cultivation is still a little lacking."

"Let me see what secret you have!"

In the Dantian Qi Sea, a stream of jade's innate Dan Qi was drawn out, the golden elixir's luster dimmed, and Fang Yi's face turned pale.

"go with!"

As the emerald-like innate elixir energy merged into the Three Lives Stone, a shadowy figure with white hair and a withered body appeared on the stone.

"Three lives! Three lives! So that's what it means."

This white-haired shadow is the corpse god son of the great immortal who had reached the perfect stage of Dan in his previous life.

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers and the Corpse God with white hair appeared behind him.

The power of his spiritual consciousness surged.

One layer of Dan.
Second level of Dan
The third level of Dan
In a blink of an eye, he had broken through to the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm, and his spiritual awareness was still growing.

Fourth level of Dan
Fifth level of Dan
Sixth level of Dan
The shadow of the corpse god was blurry, and he felt a swelling and pain in his soul.

Fang Yi's mind moved, and in an instant, the shadow of the Corpse God disappeared.

Looking at the dim shadow of the Corpse God on the Three Lives Stone, his eyes were as leisurely as an ancient cold pond.

"disease!"

The power of spiritual consciousness surged into the soul, and the vague shadow lit up slightly.

“With the power of the Three Lives Stone, as long as the soul can withstand it, you can draw on the soul cultivation of the Corpse God Son in the previous life.

Although it requires daily cultivation, it is the power of the consciousness of a great immortal who has reached the perfection of the Dan Condensation Realm."

His sword-like brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he could hardly suppress the joy in his heart.

In the entire Dayun world of immortal cultivation, there is no Great Immortal who has achieved the perfect Jindan stage.

Even if the Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu sects have some hidden people, they only have one or two cultivators who have reached the perfect stage of Dan Condensation at most.

As a top-grade puppet master of the third rank, the last thing he lacks is the method of converting the power of spiritual consciousness into combat power.

“Great opportunity!

If combined with the human puppet technique
I must get that golden-armored lion spirit skeleton!"

With a sigh, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, taking in and out spiritual power, recovering the lost vitality of the golden elixir while nourishing the Three Lives Stone with the power of his soul.

The next day.

In the sacred field in front of the ancestral hall, Huang Guangsheng, wearing a linen robe and barefoot, was carefully tending a sacred rice plant.

Fang Yi wore a green jade crown and a green brocade robe with moon patterns. He had a gentle aura and a respectful demeanor.

"Master, this is what happened. True Man Tianque wants me to go to Chiquan Mountain to search for the whereabouts of the fake True Man Dan and Junior Sister Wuhua."

"Chiquanshan Kang family, Wuhua?"

Huang Guangsheng looked at the soul lamp in his hand, and brown spiritual light flowed in his hand.

A few moments.

He took out a bottle of spiritual wine from his arms and threw it in front of Fang Yi. The amber wine exuded a rich aroma.

"The Kang family of Chiquan Mountain inherited the Taoist tradition from a third-rank spirit brewer over five hundred years ago.

Afterwards, relying on Dayun's world of immortal cultivation and its unique spirit brewing skills, he made many friends and built a broad network of contacts.

Fang Yi, although you have condensed the true elixir and have the help of the Seven Commandments, you still need to be careful in your actions.

The Kang family is no ordinary family."

"Master, rest assured. How can a disciple underestimate a family that has been passed down for five hundred years without any harm?"

There was a stern look in Fang Yi's eyes.

The fact that Huang Guangsheng, a great immortal, could give us a warning shows that there must be something dangerous about Chiquan Mountain.

"I'm glad you know." Huang Guangsheng felt relieved when he saw Fang Yi's serious expression and that he obviously did not underestimate Chiquan Mountain.

At his age, the path to Taoism is hopeless, and his only concern is the inheritance of Taoism.

When a cultivator is condensing his true elixir, he is at his most ambitious and proud. Even if he acts cautiously in normal times, he cannot help but feel proud for a while.

Then, something went wrong.

The danger of Dayun's world of immortal cultivation is not just the tide of monsters on the surface.

After a brief pause, Huang Guangsheng glanced at the silver-white little beast at Fang Yi's feet. He slapped his storage bag, and a ray of spiritual light wrapped in the soul-sealing jade box flew out.

The magic ban on the jade box began to flow, and as a heavy magic power fell, the jade box opened.

A fist-sized piece of yellow rock jade was emitting spiritual light in the box.

"A third-grade, mid-grade earth-attributed spiritual object, Huangyan Jade." Huang Guangsheng stroked the Huangyan Jade in the box, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

“I have accumulated this treasure over the years. I originally wanted to accept a disciple with earth spirit roots to inherit the Taoist tradition. I want this treasure to be the main material of my life magic weapon.

I never thought that although several disciples and younger generations had their own opportunities, some were able to condense true elixirs and some were able to condense golden elixirs.

But there is not a single earth spirit root cultivator."

With a push of his hand, Huang Yanyu fell into Qijie's arms, and he sighed.

"It's a good deal for Fang Yi, this demon pet."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and rolled Fang Yi out of Chunyang Peak.

"There's not much I can do to help you. Fang, remember, regarding the affairs of Chiquan Mountain, you must not let your guard down in the slightest.

In two years, it will be the Chiquan Mountain Jiazi Banquet, so don't delay."

Looking at the magic ban rising on Chunyang Peak, Fang Yi bowed with a respectful expression.

"Thank you for your help, Grandmaster!"

Looking at the departing bird, Huang Guangsheng's eyes were burning, and then he sighed softly.

“It’s so similar!

It's so much like me back then!"

He recalled in his heart the moment when he was condensing the True Pill, and silently blessed him. "Fang boy, I hope you can get what you wish for, and have a smooth journey to immortality." "Crack!"

"Crack!"

Tender branches, tinged with blood, sprouted from the limbs.

Huang Guangsheng groaned in pain, his face twisted, then he activated his magic power, brown spiritual light flowed, and the branches broke one by one.

In a blink of an eye, it was born again, sprouting branches and leaves, continuously drawing essence, blood and magic power.

Huang Guangsheng looked increasingly older.
"Master!"

A red figure with a concerned look on his face rushed out of the ancestral hall.

Xiao Changce looked concerned.

Huang Guangsheng waved his hands, not caring about the severe pain coming from his body.

He has long been used to it.

"Chang Ce, even with the help of the skills of a third-level spiritual plant master, I can use my body as a field to nurture spiritual plants and forcibly prolong my life.

My time as a teacher is running out."

"Master, why do you have to be like this?" Xiao Changce's lips moved and his face showed sadness.

Huang Guangsheng sat on the ground, feeling quite comfortable. He had been doing this for sixty years to slow down the consumption of his lifespan.

With the help of the foundation in the ancestral hall, he was trapped in a small space and never took action again.

“I have been cultivating for five hundred years. In my early years, I also roamed the world of immortal cultivation and lived freely.

I have the love of my teachers and a good companion, and I have enjoyed everything I should have.

Now, there are two things I am still thinking about.”

"One is the big event that the sect is planning, Junior Brother Chimei is seeking to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

Although he is extremely talented and his sect has been preparing for nearly a thousand years, achieving the Nascent Soul stage is extremely difficult."

People become more cunning as they grow old, let alone an old monster like Huang Guangsheng, who is as cunning as a fox and has a ever-changing mind.

"From today on, I, the Master, will completely close my five senses, locking away my life force, and await the final opportunity."

Huang Guangsheng closed his eyes slightly, his aura continued to retreat, he seemed drowsy, or like a stubborn stone, slowly sinking into Chunyang Peak.

“Tianquezi, although his life span is short, his cultivation is profound and his cultivation time is a full sixty years less than mine.

The inheritance of the three branches of Xuanyang Mountain and the lineage of the Five Gengzi Patriarch has his own plans."

"Changce, if this is impossible, Hengyi, as a Jindan Zhenren, will be assassinated by the Zoroastrians, and the chances of survival are very high.
Don't be impulsive and take Fang Yi with you and look for an opportunity to leave on your own.

The lineage of the Zushitang lineage cannot be severed in my hands."

"By the way, Mr. Fang came here this time because he was very interested in the Golden Armored Lion Spirit Bone.

You hold my token, if you lock up the spirit bones, don't let anyone take them away."

After the old man finished speaking, Huang Guangsheng completely sank into Chunyang Peak, and no more energy remained.

Only a jade token remained, lying quietly among the sand and gravel.

"Master."

Xiao Changce's throat was choked with sobs, his face was sad, and he was speechless for a long time.

One month later.

A green flying boat was speeding through the air and had already entered within thousands of miles of Chiquan Mountain.

A small silver-white beast, absorbing and exhaling demonic power, continuously sacrificed and refined fist-sized yellow rock jade.

"Chiquan Mountain, Kang family?"

Fang Yi looked at the mountain dimly, thinking of Chiquan Mountain and its distance from Sudu Mountain.

“A fake Dan force can be so far away from Sudu Mountain.

No wonder Xuanyang Mountain made thousands of plans and calculations, and even tolerated Jiuqu Zhenren to establish Fengling Fairy City.

A Jindan Zhenren can reach the human-demon front line in seven days at most.

I don't know which force or which forces took action.
The Bishui Pavilion alone does not have such a foundation, and even if the Tiandaowu, Baigumen, and Hehuan Sect were added, it would still be impossible."

As the most top-notch sect in Dayun's world of immortal cultivation, after combining with Dan Ning, it became known in Xuanyang Mountain.

"Our sect's foundation is already top-notch among the major Jindan sects.

The only cultivator who has the ability to suppress Xuanyang Mountain and face the beast tide head-on is a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Fang Yi thought about the top floor of the Sutra Repository, which was blocked, and he frowned slightly.

“After all, I was unable to completely enter the core of Xuanyang Mountain.

There are many secrets and things are being concealed, and it is impossible to determine which force is behind it.

But it’s coming soon.”

evening.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, a cool breeze blew gently, and a flying boat sped past.

"boom!"

A dark flying knife slashed down, and the flying boat exploded.

Looking at several monks being killed in the boat, Luo Yong, who had a dark complexion and a short and fat figure, showed greed on his face.

"Hey, all my hard work paid off. The Chiquan Mountain Jiazi Cocktail Party really did attract quite a few big names."

As a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, this was already the third group of cultivators he had intercepted and killed.

The Chiquan Mountain Wine Party is quite famous in the entire Dayun cultivation world. The cultivators of the Kang family will auction the Chiquan Spirit Wine that has been brewed for 60 years.

This spiritual wine has been stored in a secret cellar for sixty years. Although it is not as good as the spiritual object that can form a pill, it can protect the meridians and the body.

To ensure that cultivators still have a chance to condense the elixir again after failing to condense the elixir.

This is also a rare spiritual object in the Dayun cultivation world that is openly sold to assist in condensing the elixir.

Therefore, every Jiazi banquet held at Chiquan Mountain attracts attention from the entire world of immortal cultivation.

As more and more cocktail parties were held, Chiquan Mountain became a rare place for monks to trade.

"Fast!" The dark flying knife, stained with scarlet blood and filled with murderous intent, chopped towards the remaining two monks.

Raising a shield, Chen Fang struggled to block the flying knife magic weapon. Looking at the pretty female cultivator behind him, his face turned pale and he felt bitter in his heart.

He was only at the fourth level of foundation building, how could he be a match for this ferocious cultivator?

"Yao'er, I'll hold this calamity cultivator back from now on. When you find a chance, escape to Chiquan Mountain!"

Chen Yao's pretty face turned pale, but she also knew the priorities. The Chen family in Xiaoyue Mountain only had two foundation-building masters.

If we all die here, our clan will be ruined.

"Want to leave?" Luo Yong's eyes turned, and he clapped his five fingers, and another jade ring fell.

Chen Fang's face was fierce. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and hammered his chest, and a stream of blood spurted out.

"Pfft!"

Scarlet spiritual light flowed, and an altar flew out of the storage bag.

The white altar has a simple style, and silver light flows on its surface from time to time.

The altar is divided into three levels and is as white as jade.

The whole body is engraved with patterns such as the fragrance of laurel, the jade rabbit pounding medicine, and the jade toad spitting out treasures.

"A top-grade magic weapon?" Luo Yong swallowed his saliva, his eyes brightening.

"Haha, it's my destiny to become rich!

Second Brother, come out, there are no other monks here."

With the sound of a sword, a monk with a mustache appeared.

Feeling the cultivator's sixth-level foundation-building cultivation, Chen Yao showed despair.

"Ancient Moon Platform?" A surprised voice came from above, and Fang Yi, dressed in a green robe, appeared.

"A cultivator from the Chen family of Xiaoyue Mountain?"

Feeling Fang Yi's seventh-level foundation-building cultivation, Luo Yong's expression changed slightly, and he immediately spoke.

“My fellow Daoist, these two cultivators and my two brothers have a life-and-death feud.

Please give me some convenience!"

Fang Yi showed an amusement on his face, and wanted to enter Chiquan Mountain to investigate the whereabouts of Wuhua Zhenren.

Naturally, one cannot expose one's cultivation level. Fake cultivation level would be too conspicuous.

He was just about to find some monks to provide cover, but unexpectedly, an acquaintance came to him.

The Chen family of Xiaoyue Mountain is also a foundation-building force under the command of Xuanyang Mountain. With such a cultivator as their companion, things will be much easier and a lot of trouble can be saved.

Luo Yong saw the monk in front of him, silent, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, don't refuse a toast and drink the wine for punishment!"

(End of this chapter)