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

Chapter 38: Yunze Market (Please Read!)
In a secluded room in the backyard of Lingtuyuan.

Fang Yi walked into the courtyard and saw a burly monk with bronze-colored muscles sitting in the courtyard.

He then opened his mouth to ask.

"Are you Steward Zheng? I wonder what important matter Steward Zheng wants to see me about?"

The iron-tower-like monk stood up, opened his tiger eyes slightly, glanced at Fang Yi very seriously, and then showed a happy expression.

Zhou Zipeng returned to Lingtuyuan this time with the intention of resting for a while, but he never expected to meet a martial arts genius.

"I haven't been home for a long time, and now there's a new martial arts innate in the courtyard... Boy, Zheng Lao Er is not here, so let me take a chance first. Let me see how good you are as a martial arts innate."

As soon as the words fell.

The muscles and bones of his burly body vibrated, and his whole body was covered with a layer of metallic innate energy. Then, his hands as big as a palm fan reached out to grab Fang Yi.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi frowned. Although he didn't know what the cultivator in front of him meant, he was unwilling to sit and wait for death.

He put the five fingers of his left hand together, wrapped them with a layer of silver innate energy, and chopped at the monk with his hand turning into a knife.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The abode was filled with the sound of two phantoms, one silver and one yellow, colliding with each other.

As soon as they started fighting, Fang Yi realized that there was not a trace of murderous intent in this cultivator. He seemed to be a martial arts fanatic who was simply itching to fight.

This place belongs to Lingtuyuan and is looked after by foundation-building cultivators. Fang Yi did not summon the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword in his dantian, but continued to fight with the cultivator in front of him who had a happy look on his face.

Half an hour later, the burly man let out a long roar.

"readily!"

"What's your name, kid? My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Zipeng... It's a waste of your talent to follow Zheng Laoer in the courtyard. Are you interested in following me?"

Fang Yi secretly pondered the origins of the cultivator in front of him.

"Is your surname Zhou? From the sound of it, it seems he has some connection to Lingtuyuan."
A clear female voice interrupted Fang Yi's thoughts.

"Zhou Youyou, you come to my yard to poach people again!"

"This young man is someone I've taken a fancy to. Baiweilou from the sect is pressing for him. If you do this again, you'll have to explain to the boss yourself!"

"Zheng Lao Er! I'm saying this again, you are not allowed to call me Zhou Youyou. My name is now Zhou Zipeng!"

"Oh, Zhou Youyou, do you have any objections? Then go find the boss who named you! Why are you taking it out on a weak woman like me?"

Fang Yi looked in the direction of the female voice and saw that the person arguing with Zhou Zipeng was a beautiful female cultivator.

Her skin was wheat-colored with a slight luster, and her thick black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind.

The female cultivator walked towards Zhou Zipeng with light lotus steps, smiling charmingly.

Then, a long leg with graceful lines stretched out from the goose yellow long skirt, attached with red innate energy, and kicked Manager Zhou's crotch fiercely.

"Another martial arts genius?"

Fang Yi frowned, wondering why the two monks were looking for him.
Most martial arts masters are ordinary warriors, and practitioners are extremely rare. He never thought that he would encounter two of them at once.

Fang Yi's spiritual power was extremely strong, and since the cultivators in front of him did not try to hide it, he had already discovered that the cultivation base of these two cultivators was extraordinary.

That beautiful female cultivator has already reached the seventh level of Qi training.

Although the male cultivator's Qi training level is only at the sixth level, his body training level is comparable to that of a high-level Qi cultivator.

Therefore, he was able to discover that Fang Yi was also a martial arts genius.

But after all, he only showed himself to be a cultivator at the third level of Qi training, so how could he catch the eyes of this high-level Qi training cultivator?

As if she saw the wariness in Fang Yi's eyes, the female cultivator swung her long skirt and retracted her long legs.

She regained her composure, a slight blush on her face, and spoke.

"Friend Fang, my name is Zheng Qingshuang, and I am the second steward of the Lingtuyuan."

Then he pointed at the big man standing beside him. Regardless of the man's slightly stiff expression, Zheng Qingshuang continued to introduce him with a smile on her face.

"This idiot is the third steward of the Lingtuyuan. His name is Zhou Youyou, the same as the Yoyo of Deer Singing."

"I have no ill intentions in inviting you here. The spiritual chef from Baiwei Pavilion within our sect is planning to open a restaurant in Yunzefang. To ensure the freshness of the ingredients, he has come to the Spiritual Slaughter House specifically to invite a spiritual butcher to come."

"Fellow Daoist has great talent in the art of Lingtu Master. Among the Lingtu Academy, apart from a few old masters who are truly tied up, you are the highest level. You are already approaching the level of a mid-level first-grade Lingtu Master. I wonder if you are interested."

Fang Yi never thought that he would be noticed because of his superb skills in killing monsters.

Having the help of a spirit butcher could indeed increase the utilization rate of monsters. However, he knew that his skills were not due to his natural talent, but were simply the result of practice.

'Stretching bones'

'Blood exchange and soul refinement'

Whether it is against monsters or humans, this is the magic cultivator's signature skill.

If he were not so cautious, he could easily display skills close to those of a second-level spiritual butcher.

Seeing that Fang Yi seemed to be still hesitating, Manager Zhou's face lit up with joy and he spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, if you don't want to go to Baiwei Tower, would you be willing to join me in hunting monsters in the Qingyun Mountains?"

Zheng Qingshuang continued to speak.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is not mandatory."

"It's just that you are quite skilled in Lingtu, and you are delayed a little in Lingtu Court. If you don't want to, we won't force you."

Fang Yi knew that his current cultivation level had already broken through the middle stage of Qi training, and the spiritual objects required for cultivation had greatly increased.

Adding to that the consumption of the Three Burials Golden Body, the body-refining technique, he was indeed a bit stretched. Yunze Market wasn't dangerous, so he thought for a moment before speaking.

"I wonder what price Senior Brother Baiweilou would offer? Is this mission considered a sect mission or a personal mission?"

When Manager Zhou saw that Fang Yi was interested, he became anxious.

This kind of innate warrior is very rare, and the boy in front of him is also a low-grade spirit butcher. This is even more outstanding, so he naturally wants to add him to his own monster hunting team.

"It would be a shame for you, Daoist friend, to go to that restaurant with your innate martial arts skills. Why not come with me to the Qingyun Mountains to hunt monsters?"

"I can guarantee that your annual income will not be less than sixty low-grade spirit stones."

Zheng Qingshuang snorted coldly, obviously disdainful of the offer.

"Zhou Laosan, do you know how much the fellow Daoist from Baiweilou is asking?"

Zhou Zipeng spoke confidently.

"How many can there be?"

"With Fellow Daoist Fang's current Qi training level of the third level, even if calculated according to the spiritual salary of a low-grade spiritual butcher, it would only be forty spiritual stones at most."

"One hundred spiritual stones."

Zheng Qingshuang spoke lightly and said an extremely shocking number.

"How is that possible?" Zhou Zipeng was shocked.

"Zheng Lao Er, if I remember correctly, the old master in the Lingtu Court who has been slaughtering monsters for decades only earns eighty spirit stones a year."

Fang Yi was also a little surprised.

A cultivator at a high level of Qi training could only earn about 100 spirit stones a year by hunting monsters in the Qingyun Mountains.

'What's the problem?'

Fang Yi was subconsciously on guard.

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