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

Chapter 18: Refining the Magical Instrument (Please Read!)
If the demonic cultivators in Dayun's immortal world were to rank the spiritual materials they most wanted to obtain, this Yinhun Iron would at least be in the top three among the tens of thousands of spiritual materials.

This spiritual iron is very special. After being properly refined, it can advance on its own over time.

Once it reaches the third level, it becomes one of the most outstanding materials for refining magical weapons.

"Demon Slaying Sword, Mysterious Yin Erwu Soul Slashing Sword, Netherworld Bone Blowing Sword"

The ancient treasures with infinite power in these ancient books all used Yinhun Iron to a greater or lesser extent.

The weight of the Yinhun Iron in front of him is enough for Fang Yi to refine a magical weapon for his own life.

If you take good care of it in the future, and wait for a breakthrough in your cultivation, there is a possibility of upgrading it to a magic weapon.

The magical instruments refined in the world of immortal cultivation are restricted by spiritual materials and magical prohibitions. Once they are refined, their grade is determined.

Therefore, most cultivators are lucky enough to advance to the foundation-building stage.

The first thing to do is to replace the magic weapon. The same applies to advancing to the Jindan stage. The magic weapon needs to be replaced with a magic treasure.

From the beginning of refining a magical weapon to its communication with the cultivator's mind, it is an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming task.

A magical weapon that can be advanced is an opportunity that countless cultivators can only dream of.

This will save a lot of hard work in replacing instruments and re-refining rituals.

What's more, there is still a chance that this Yinhun Iron can be refined into a magic weapon.

Those are magic weapons, each of which is extremely powerful. Even if ordinary cultivators advance to the Jindan stage, they will still be unable to achieve their goals if they don’t have the right opportunities.

In the first hundred years after forming the elixir, nine out of ten times one will be busy working for his natal magic weapon.

Jindan cultivators who come from a large sect like Xuanyang Sect and receive subsidies from the sect rarely have any magic weapons except their own.

Fang Yi sucked the spiritual iron into his hand, swept it with his magic power, and confirmed again and again that it was the ghost iron. Even though he had the memories of his past life, his heart was pounding.

This Yinhun Iron grows slowly, but once it is nurtured, it will become a quasi-magic weapon.

You should know that what you practice in this life is the "Sutra of Life and Death", which is a miraculous way to prolong life.

If we only count the Qi training period, the lifespan is one hundred and eighty years.

Fang Yi had a long time to refine and nurture this magical weapon made from this treasure of the magic path.

As a well-known demon cultivator in his previous life, he naturally sought ancient demon treasures such as the Heavenly Demon Immortal Sword and the Netherworld Bone Blow.

Unfortunately, opportunities were limited, and I was unable to gather enough main ingredients until the end of my life.

But because of this, he mastered a set of Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Treasures.

The piece of Yinhun Iron obtained now is enough to forge a Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, feeling a little regretful.

“It’s a pity that it’s not a Wood Dao spiritual object, although I can sacrifice and refine more than one of my natal magic tools.

But the life instruments that come with the 'Life and Death Scripture', whether it's the Qiankun Life and Death Mirror, the Ruins World Withering and Flourishing Banner, or the Yin-Yang Rotating Wheel, are more suitable for me."

After putting the Yinhun Iron into the storage bag, Fang Yi had time to look at the golden-patterned queen bee who was backstabbed by her own kind.

Then he used the same trick again, and the blood on his fingertips turned into a red mark, which was deeply imprinted into the soul of the golden bee.

Unlike the golden-patterned bees he controlled before, Fang Yi's spiritual awareness far exceeds that of cultivators of the same level, but it has its limits after all.

In the end, only the golden-striped queen bee was controlled, and only a faint mark of recognition of the master was left in the souls of the remaining golden-striped bees.

Treat the remaining golden bees as the queen bee, and you can mobilize the spirit bees for your use to a limited extent.

Afterwards, Fang Yi focused his attention on the spirit insect bag in Bai Gu's hand.

He looked at the golden bee mark on the spirit insect bag.

This golden-patterned bee was supposed to be the spiritual insect of the black-robed monk. However, the black-robed monk met with some unknown misfortune and passed away in this nameless valley.

Fang Yi removed a section of the monk's left arm bone and looked at the tooth marks of varying sizes on the bones.

With a strong twist of his hands, the bone split into two along the teeth marks, and he looked at the bone marrow in the gap that had not yet completely dried up and weathered.

After roughly estimating the time of the cultivator's death, Fang Yi had a good idea: he must have been injured by something in the past year or two. It made sense. If it weren't for a calamity, even if the cultivator's lifespan had run out, he would have chosen a place with good feng shui, rather than sitting in the wilderness.

Fang Yi originally wanted to keep this golden-patterned bee in this valley to continue brewing spiritual honey.

But after seeing this, he immediately changed his mind. It was obvious that this monk had fled here after encountering a disaster.

He also brought with him the magical treasure such as the Yinhun Iron. I wonder if there will be any other troubles in the future.

With a push of magic power in his hand, the spirit insect bag embroidered with golden patterns opened.

Dozens of golden-striped bees, carrying their honeycombs, flew into the spirit insect bag one by one under the command of the "boss".

Fang Yi tied up the spirit insect bag and put it on his chest.

After all, he was the reincarnation of an old monster who had studied the magic way in depth. Through the quality of the spiritual bones, he could easily judge the cultivation level of this monk.

The cultivator of body cultivation who had reached a high level of Qi training was unfortunately unable to prepare his physical body when he passed away.

Otherwise, this grade of spiritual bones would be enough to be used to refine a first-grade top-quality bone relic.

Fang Yi burned the skeleton with a fireball, and then used the wind magic to blow the bone powder into the stream beside the valley.

The stream was rolling, and the bone powder completely disappeared. This monk could be said to have died without a complete body.

Being able to refine the Ghost Iron to the second level is not a good thing.

The most orthodox way to upgrade this Yinhun Iron is to repeatedly nourish and temper it with the soul power of a cultivator.

But most cultivators do not have such a long lifespan, so they take the evil path and use the soul fluid of the cultivators' souls to cleanse themselves.

Although the magic weapon refined in this way is much less powerful, it is still a superior one among the magic weapons of the same level.

Fang Yi could feel the resentment of many innocent souls on that piece of ghost iron just now.

Outside Lingfeng Valley, two monks, one old and one young, were struggling to move forward in the dense ancient forest.

The young monk had a childish face and was wearing a bamboo green robe.

Waving the rake-like magical weapon in his hand, he turned his left hand to rake away a thorn on the road ahead and began to complain.

"Old Wang, can't we just fly over there? This forest is too difficult to walk through."

Old Wang had wrinkles on his face and a head full of white hair. He frowned when he heard Lin Chuan's words, then took a puff of his pipe.

"How do you fly? Who do you think you are, the Foundation Establishment Patriarch?"

"With our cultivation levels of one at the second and one at the fourth Qi training level, we've already used up most of our mana before we've even flown three miles."

"If we disturb the golden bees ahead, we'll suffer a huge loss."

When Lin Chuan heard the golden-striped bee, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Old Wang, is your secret technique accurate?"

"Is it possible that they lost the golden-veined bees? That's the royal jelly they brew. I saw it in the Duobao Pavilion in Yunzefang. That small bottle costs twenty low-grade spirit stones."

"You must not lose it!"

Old Wang moved his nose and sniffed the faint fragrance in the air.

"Don't worry, this little locust fragrance is spread in the Myriad Beasts Mountain. With the help of my Spirit Nose Secret Technique, I can naturally find the beehive."

"Then you can't miss out on my share!"

In the Spirit Bee Valley.

Fang Yi had just finished dealing with the monk's bones, and then took out a jade box from his storage bag.

Take out the leg bones of the water-drawing leopard that were left over from eating a few days ago.

The blue-gray magical power in the dantian surged out, repeatedly washing over this section of the leg bone.

　Dear readers, please use your hands to make money and read the book every day!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)