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

Chapter 576: The Power of Bad Luck, Sneaking into Chiquan

A green light appeared behind Fang Yi, and rays of vital light flowed. The aura of a Jindan Zhenren filled the cave.

"Congratulations, Uncle Fang, for forming a true elixir and enjoying a lifespan of five hundred years!"

Chang Sun Jie's expression changed several times and he bowed his head in greeting.

In just over twenty years, Fang Yi, who relied on others, actually condensed a true elixir.

But he is not without a trump card and can give it a try.

"I hope Fang Yi won't go too far, otherwise..."

Fang Yi smiled but said nothing.

After condensing the first-grade golden elixir, if one has a wood-attributed spiritual root, his lifespan will be slightly longer than that of cultivators of the same level.

Afterwards, with the blessing of the Sutra of Life and Death, his vitality was locked, and his lifespan was 50% longer than that of cultivators of the same level.

Eight hundred years of lifespan!
His current lifespan is a full eight hundred years, twice as long as in his previous life.

"I wonder what instructions the master has?" Chang Sun Jie asked cautiously.

He felt bitter in his heart. A Jindan Zhenren hid his cultivation and lurked in Chiquan Mountain. Any cultivator would know that there was a big problem.

But since you have already run into the problem yourself, it is better to be decisive so as to avoid suffering.

Although he had some opportunities and accumulated many trump cards, if he could use them against a Jindan Zhenren, it would definitely consume his foundation and come at a huge cost.

Seeing that Chang Sun Jie understood, Fang Yi flicked his fingertips and a rattan seed fell down, took root and sprouted. In a few breaths, it entangled into a rattan table and two rattan chairs.

"Don't worry, my nephew. There are three great joys in life: meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

It's rare to meet my nephew in Chiquan Mountain, why don't we get closer to him."

Chang Sun Jie secretly regretted in his heart that if he didn't deliver the goods to his door, even if a Zhen Dan Zhenren wanted to capture him, it would cause quite a stir.

Fang Yi hid his cultivation level and came here secretly, which clearly showed that he had other plans. He would not necessarily arouse the vigilance of Chiquan Mountain because of him.

Seeing that Chang Sun Jie had an uncertain expression, he calmly took out a set of tea sets carved from spiritual jade from his storage bag.

He moved gracefully, rubbing his index finger with a handful of green spiritual fire, licking the jade pot.

Like a turtle in a jar, Changsun Jie could no longer escape from his grasp.

"Gululu. Gululu."

In just a quarter of an hour, the spiritual spring in the jade talisman began to churn and steam rose.

Fang Yi brewed the spiritual tea casually, the tender green tea leaves rolled and the fragrance filled the air.

"Master Changsun, you and I are old acquaintances. Why are you still standing here? Come and taste this spiritual tea."

Chang Sun Jie, dressed in a gray robe, slapped his spirit pet bag and took away the second-level water-draining leopard that was paralyzed on the ground under the influence of the Dan Qi.

Although he wanted to leave immediately, the situation at this moment was no longer one that a Foundation Establishment Master could decide.

"Thank you, Master."

Chang Sun Jie took a step forward, lifted the hem of his robe, and carefully sat half of his buttocks on the rattan chair, trembling as if he could kneel down at any time.

Fang Yi waved his hand and handed over a teacup. He was not confused. None of the innate spiritual bodies were ordinary people.

What’s more, this involves the way of luck and is an unlucky spirit that has cultivated to the perfection of foundation building.

"Nephew, have some tea!"

"Yes! Thank you, Master."

"Gulu!"

After drinking a cup of spiritual tea, Changsun Jie's muscles stiffened and he wailed in his heart, "There is no good banquet, and there is no good tea."

This cup of spiritual tea handed to me by the Jindan Zhenren, I don’t know how much I will have to pay to escape.

It is a privilege for a Jindan Zhenren, but a foundation-building cultivator must pay it back with his life.

"Junior Sister Wuhua, we are trapped in the territory of Chiquan Mountain."

Fang Yi took out an antique bronze lamp from his sleeve, and a soul fire the size of a mung bean was flickering on the lampstand.

"Senior Brother Tianque ordered me to come here to investigate the whole matter."

"Five Flower Immortal?
How is it possible? When did the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain have the guts to attack the fake Dan Zhenren in their sect? "

A hint of murderous intent appeared in Changsun Jie's eyes, and he said in disbelief.

Xuanyang Mountain is the overlord of Dayun's immortal cultivation world, and although Chiquan Mountain has a strong foundation, it is not difficult for Xuanyang Mountain to wipe out the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain if it pays a certain price.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep and pointed.

"Some people in the sect are quite curious about what made the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain so bold.

There are other sects that use the name of Chiquan Mountain to harm monks; or there are other reasons.

A fake Dan Zhenren is already a high-ranking official in various sects. If anything happens to Junior Sister Wuhua, the sect must investigate thoroughly."

Thinking about what he had found during the soul search a few days ago, he continued.

"This involves a major matter within the sect. I hope that my junior brother will be willing to help. After the matter is completed, the sect will surely reward you handsomely."

Chang Sun Jie gritted his teeth, his eyes dark, knowing that he had no choice.

When the Jindan Zhenren spoke, it involved the reputation of his sect, and he couldn't escape.

"I wonder what Master Fang wants me to do?"

Fang Yi took out a token from his sleeve. The token was carved with wood grain and engraved with the words "Fang Yi".

He exerted his magical power, and the two words "Fang Yi" were instantly erased, turning into three ancient and clumsy spiritual characters of "Chang Sun Jie".

"True Disciple Order? I see, that's how it is!"

Chang Sun Jie suddenly understood.

A true disciple is supported by the sect. Xuanyang Mountain regards him as the successor of the Taoist tradition. Cultivation, character, foundation, and loyalty to the sect are all indispensable.

If it weren't for the fact that his martial arts skills had killed so many of his fellow disciples, he would have had the opportunity to become a true disciple.

But the benefits are also huge, and the sect will at least prepare one spiritual object for condensing the elixir.

Fang Yi threw the token in his hand to Changsun Jie, and then spoke.

"This True Disciple Token is temporarily given to you.

Afterwards, Chang Sun Jie, you will take this true disciple order and go to Chiquan Mountain to investigate and question the culprits."

"Yes, I respect your command!" Chang Sun Jie respectfully accepted the token. "Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will go through fire and water without hesitation.

If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After saying that, he moved carefully and retreated towards the gate of Gokawain.

"Heh!" Fang Yi chuckled, remaining noncommittal. "Junior Brother Changsun, this matter is of grave importance. I can't just let you go like this."

"What tricks does Master Fang have?" Chang Sun Jie's face darkened slightly, and his words instantly became cold.

For a master of his foundation-building level, the most effective way to control is to set up magical restrictions in his soul.

However, since there are foreign objects in this soul, the difficulty of forming a pill will more than double.

In this case, he would rather die than let Fang Yi be covered in blood.

The rough linen clothes moved without wind, and the gray magic power flowed. Chang Sun Jie pushed his innate bad luck spirit to the extreme.

A bag filled with precious light that can ward off disasters and accumulate blessings appeared.

On the gray brocade bag, purple auspicious cloud patterns are beautifully embroidered from the third-level spiritual material, Dayun Silk.

The five runes of "blessing", "lu", "longevity", "happiness" and "wealth" are circulating on the brocade bag.

There was a bluish-gray color in Changsun Jie's eyes, and the word "Fu" shone brightly, turning into purple air that blessed him.

Feeling that his magic power was circulating at an accelerated rate of 30%, he moved his mind slightly, and the mouth of the bag for transferring disasters and accumulating blessings slightly opened. The bad energy accumulated for nearly a hundred years turned into an invisible poisonous snake and spread out.

"Uncle Fang, how about you let me go? I will be the one to test Chiquan Mountain.

But there is no way I could abandon my life and fight for my life.
With the three Fake Dan True Immortals at Chiquan Mountain in command, and leveraging the power of their five hundred year old formation, it wouldn't be difficult for them to stop the True Dan cultivators from engaging in combat."

"My natal magic weapon? The innate spirit of the Way of Fate?" Fang Yi activated the Plum Blossom Divination, and the shadow of a silver winter plum blossom materialized in his eyes. After advancing to the Core Formation Realm, his spirit was refined and nourished, and his Way of Heavenly Secrets also improved, reaching the lower second level.

Although not as good as the top Tianji Master, but.
"Master Changsun, why are you so anxious?"

"Master Fang, Chiquan Mountain is no ordinary place. There are three fake Dan masters in charge."

Chang Sun Jie took a half step back, his eyes fierce.

"Master, I am not the only one who has established a foundation in Jiuquanfang City. We are not enemies of life and death, so why force me?"

Fang Yi spoke slowly. "It seems that my nephew has a strong grasp of his own foundation and cultivation."

"Not to say it's absolutely certain, but at least it can alert the fake pill master in the market." Chang Sun Jie advised. "A magical restriction has been planted in his soul, making it impossible to form a pill.

If that's the case, I'd rather die gloriously and fight to the death! "

"Junior apprentice brother is very confident. The fish will die but the net will not break." Fang Yi's words rang out, and his figure was in a trance.

"Not good!" Chang Sun Jie's expression suddenly changed. He never thought that Fang Yi would really dare to give up the sect's assessment and attack him.

Xuanyang Mountain has been practicing for more than a hundred years. As a Jindan seed, he has no elders who have reached the Zhendan realm.

But he also vaguely knew that after the cultivators in the sect condensed their true elixir, they would be subject to an assessment, which involved the authority and status of the true person.

"boom!"

A huge spiritual tide rose up, and a gray aura of bad luck eroded towards Fang Yi.

However, there is a moment of lightning.

"Snapped!"

The air flowed with a barely audible scent of rotten wood, and Chang Sun Jie looked dazed.

Fang Yi had already appeared behind him, with his five fingers falling on his linen clothes.

"Crash!"

Dozens of magical bans that seal the soul and lock the energy turned into runes and spread upwards.

"Boom!"

The flow of bad luck connected with each other, and the runes that evolved into forbidden spells began to malfunction inexplicably, constantly breaking apart and turning into specks of starlight that dissipated.

"Opportunity!" Chang Sun Jie frantically urged his magic power. "If you cut off my path, even a real person wouldn't be able to escape."

"Don't worry." Fang Yi chuckled, and more and more powerful magic power surged out.

The rich vitality and bad luck offset each other. The dense soul-sealing magic ban broke through the bad luck and turned into a lush green lotus, sealing the Taoist foundation in Changsun Jie's dantian and suppressing his magic power.

The second-rank Tianji Master used his Jindan cultivation to overwhelm others, and Changsun Jie was captured alive in the blink of an eye.

Chang Sun Jie's face was pale. Although his limbs could move freely, he felt the dead silence of his Dantian Qi Sea, which was suppressed by the magic ban.

"Fang Yi, don't dream. Once my soul is restricted, I will never be able to condense the pill.

If I am captured by you, the worst that can happen is death.

You'll all die sooner or later, so don't expect me, Chang Sun Jie, to help you."

"Master Changsun, I say don't be anxious."

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and took out a second-level magic contract covered with spiritual patterns from his sleeve.

"Sign the deed, and I'll have to trouble you, my nephew, from now on."

Chang Sun Jie carefully scanned the magic contract. As time passed, he looked at the spiritual patterns of dragons and snakes, and his expression became more and more depressed.

'How can there be such a precise deed?

Even a master of spiritual contract with many years does not have such a delicate heart.'

The path to enlightenment was not cut off, and he felt relieved. He smiled awkwardly and then spoke in a simple and honest voice. "Master, you have this Dharma contract, why didn't you show it to me earlier?

This is all a misunderstanding, nothing more than a misunderstanding."

"Tap! Ta! Ta!" Fang Yi tapped the rattan table with his index finger and drank another cup of spiritual tea.

Chang Sun Jie is not a true disciple of Xuanyang Mountain's Taoist tradition, but as a elixir seed at the ninth level of foundation building, his soul cannot plant any magical restrictions.

Asking Chang Sun Jie to do something to attract the attention of the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain was such a risky matter, how could he not teach them a lesson first?

An innate spiritual body that can enter the ninth level of foundation building and is about to condense the pill, how can it not be arrogant.

If he is not suppressed first, even if the deed is taken out, Changsun Jie will definitely have other ideas.

Fang Yi said, "After this matter is settled, I can seize the third-level spiritual brew that has the effect of protecting the meridians for you.

Junior-Martial Nephew Changsun is about to condense his elixir, and a bottle of Jiazi Red Spring Wine is enough for him to give it a try."

"Okay!" Chang Sun Jie said. "Everything will be done as the Immortal says."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, a ray of spiritual light shot out from his fingertips, and the magic barrier that sealed his soul and locked his qi loosened slightly. A trace of magic power came out from his dead dantian.

Chang Sun Jie did not delay any longer. He pointed his finger and a gray leopard seal fell, activating the magic contract.

"In that case, Junior Brother, you can leave on your own, and I won't stay here for long." Fang Yi flicked his sleeves, put away the Five Poison Cauldron, and the soul-sealing and qi-locking magic ban also dissipated at the same time.

Looking at the escaping light that couldn't wait to leave, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He is not only interested in Chiquan Mountain, but also in the impending changes in Xuanyang Mountain.

If you fail, everything will be repaired.

If it succeeds, he must have enough chips in his hands to share the benefits with the Yuanying Patriarch.

With the cultivation level of the first Jindan stage, he is just at the bottom among all the real people in Xuanyang Mountain.

The position of the head is a weight.

A top-grade Daoist disciple is a weight.

As for this Chang Sun Jie, his cultivation was quite high. If he could be brought under his control, he would be a considerable weight.
The more weights you have, the greater the benefits of Xuanyang Mountain's advancement in the future. If you come back empty-handed, you will have no power at all.

Even if a Nascent Soul Ancestor was born, he would not be able to get much benefit to help his cultivation.

There is more than one Jindan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain, including Hu Lei, Jiuhan, Guangsheng, Hengyi, and Changce. Each of them has a higher status than Fang Yi.

Qingguangyuan.

The charming female cultivator, wrapped in a gauze skirt, had a calm expression in her eyes. "Let go, second brother. This Master Li Heng has a profound cultivation level.

If we can form a Qin-Jin friendship with him, it will be of great benefit to Xiaoyue Mountain."

"Then, do not delay in carrying out Master Li Heng's instructions. Tomorrow morning, at dawn, I will go with you to Chiquan Mountain to find Steward Kang."

A hoarse male voice sighed. "If we hadn't been killed by the three evil men of the Luo family, all the younger cultivators in our clan would have been killed or wounded.

There's no need for you to sacrifice yourself like this, little sister."

The next day, the sun rose in the east, orange sunlight shone down, and the market gradually became lively.

Fang Yi was dressed in blue and had a jade crown on his head. He looked handsome and extraordinary.

Chen Yao's lotus steps swayed lightly, her figure was graceful, and her eyes were full of spring water. It was not a loss for her to have such a handsome monk with her for a while.

“Brother Li Dao wants to exchange spiritual wine with the Kang family.

Although our Chen family in Xiaoyue Mountain has no way to deal with the third-level Jiazi Chiquan, we do have some relationship with a manager of the Kang family who is in the late foundation building stage.

Brother Dao, why don't you come with us to visit one or two of them?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly. "In that case, thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

He and Changsun Jie, one in the dark and the other in the light, attracting attention.

As long as we pass the protective magic circle of Chiquan Mountain, everything else will be easy.

"Roar!"

A fierce leopard roar was heard, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked towards the sky above the market town.

A monk in linen clothes, with a certificate of being a true disciple hanging around his waist, and his long hair flying.

"Master Kang Quan is here, and Xuanyang Mountain's Chang Sun Jie is here to visit!"

(End of this chapter)