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

Chapter 42: The Beast Tide (Please Read!)
Yang Caier looked at the contract that Fang Yi handed over, and she activated the contract with a surge of water-attributed magic power in her hand.

Feeling that the contract was finalized, he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"It's not that I want to deliberately embarrass you fellow Taoists, but this news is too shocking. Once it gets out, it will definitely lead to a bloody storm."

Fang Yi already had some guesses in his mind, but if it was really as expected, it wouldn't be too much to be more cautious.

He glanced at the light blue protective shield around him, but still felt unsafe.

He poured his magic power into the cloud smoke pot in his sleeve, and red smoke gushed out, rolling and separating the four people from the outside world.

This mist is controlled by Fang Yi, and his spiritual consciousness is attached to the mist. Once his spiritual consciousness explores it, it will definitely alarm him.

Only then did Fang Yi open his mouth and ask.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, is a small beast tide approaching?"

Yang Caier nodded in surprise.

It seems incomprehensible how Fang Yi knew this news. This matter was only known to the foundation-building masters in the sect.

She was also favored by her master, Master Han Jing, so she was told a few things.

"That's true."

'really! ’

Fang Yi had already guessed it, but now it is confirmed.

When he was in Qianzhi Garden, he had visited the Sutra Library many times. Unlike practicing martial arts, it required merits in the sect to redeem it.

The ancient books in this sect do not require any meritorious service to be read. One can freely browse them with just a low-grade spirit stone.

The small beast tide that occurs every sixty years is remembered by Fang Yiqi because it is the source of the second-level demon pills that are one of the three main ingredients of the foundation-building pill.

Li Qingsong's face looked ugly and his words were much sharper.

"How is that possible? Wasn't the last small beast tide half a century ago?"

"According to past practice, it will take at least half a decade?"

Fang Yi knew why Li Qingsong was frightened.

The small beast tide that occurs every sixty years is not only the largest source of foundation-building pills for Xuanyang Mountain, but also the biggest cause of death among Xuanyang Mountain disciples.

Xuanyang Mountain was founded only a thousand years ago. It was founded by the merger of sects in Dayun Xiuxian Country that were conquered by the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Demon Race.

Its purpose is to resist the tide of monsters from the Qingyun Mountains.

Although it has the support of the neighboring immortal cultivation country, it has to face the demon clan's holy land, the Ten Thousand Mountains. Every sixty years, a tide of beasts attacks the sect's territory.

By then, the Jindan True Man and the third-level demon beast would be restraining each other. The cultivators of the entire Dayun Immortal Cultivation World would be mobilized, and the national border would be blocked.

None of the cultivators in major markets, spiritual places, and families were spared and had to work hard to fight the monsters, but even so, the entire Dayun cultivation world would suffer heavy losses.

As for how he knew that the small beast tide would arrive early, Fang Yi was very insightful and noticed it in ancient books.

He discovered that whenever a beast tide was about to come, the number of miscellaneous notes recording the travels of inner sect monks would increase dramatically, and there would be monks of all levels of cultivation, from the initial stage of Qi training to the advanced stage of Qi training.

Therefore, he made a judgment on this. When a small beast tide is about to come, the Xuanyang Sect will release the cultivators who have not reached the high level of Qi training to gain experience, so as to avoid being caught off guard when the small beast tide comes.

Fang Yi saw that although Yang Caier said that the beast tide was approaching, she looked calm and not too nervous. He thought about it and continued to ask.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, do you know how many years this small beast tide will last?"

Yang Caier frowned slightly, seeming a little confused.

"Perhaps more than ten years, perhaps eight or nine years. The sect hasn't given a specific timeframe."

"We left the mountain so early this time. According to Master Han Jing, it's not just because of the small beast tide. There's another reason. A senior monk in the sect who had just established his Dao foundation was killed by a Qi cultivator who surpassed his level."

"The Jindan True Master in the sect was furious. To prevent the same mistake from happening again, he ordered us inner sect cultivators to go out and gain some experience."

Fang Yi thanked him.

"In that case, thank you Brother Yang for your guidance." Unlike Fan Dacheng and Li Qingsong, he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there were still ten years left.

Fang Yi did not relax. With his current progress in cultivation, ten years would not be enough for him to break through to the high level of Qi training. As for foundation building, the gap was even greater.

The greatest opportunity brought by this small beast tide is the spiritual creatures of foundation building. With their cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi training, they will not seek death.

But the danger brought by the beast tide is unavoidable, and now the border of Dayun Xiuxian Kingdom must be blocked.

Even if it had not been blocked, there were many dangerous places between the several immortal cultivation countries, and it would be impossible for Fang Yi to leave with his Qi training level.

Now he could only plan carefully and improve his own cultivation and combat power as soon as possible to obtain the opportunity. The tendons, bones, blood, flesh and skin of monsters were also top-quality spiritual materials for refining puppets.

Seeing that everyone's emotions had calmed down, Fang Yi asked.

"Do any of you fellow Daoists have any high-quality demon beast skeletons? I'm willing to buy them at a high price."

Li Qingsong also chimed in.

"Fellow Daoist Fang was a first-rank, low-grade puppeteer a few years ago, and now he can already make first-rank, low-grade, fine puppets."

Fan Dacheng thought of the spider puppet he bought from Duobao Pavilion.

"Li Qingsong, the pathfinder puppet you sold me was made by Brother Fang?"

Fan Dacheng rubbed his hands, walked up to Fang Yi, and said in a flattering manner.

"Brother Fang, that spider puppet is indeed useful for exploring dangerous areas in the Qingyun Mountains, but it is very easy to break. I wonder if Brother Fang has a mid-level first-grade spider puppet..."

Fang Yi knew the reason why the puppet was damaged. The puppet was not a disposable item like talismans or pills, but could be used repeatedly.

If this puppet had not been stuck at the bottom line of the first-grade inferior quality, how could it have been damaged so quickly? And how could the benefits obtained have allowed it to advance to the fourth level of Qi training within a few years?

Naturally, there was a mid-grade first-grade puppet in Fang Yi’s storage bag.

If it weren't for the material limitations, he could have already refined a first-grade, top-quality puppet.

But he did not take out the first-grade medium-quality puppet. Although this place is separated from the inside and the outside, there is no wall that is impenetrable in the world.

A Qi-cultivating cultivator can refine a mid-grade puppet in just a few years. This talent is too terrifying.

With such talent and low cultivation level, the risk is small and the reward is great, making it easy for him to be targeted by great monks.

Fifty years ago, there was a Qigong alchemist. Although he was a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, his talent in alchemy was extremely outstanding.

Once when he was out visiting relatives, despite having high-level Qi training skills, he was still captured alive by a foundation-building family, who forced him to expend his energy and essence to refine a second-level elixir.

Although it was only three years before the family was wiped out by Xuanyang Mountain, they were already very old and had lost their way.

Fang Yi shook his head. He had a long life span and did not need to take huge risks to increase his income.

It displays the same hundreds of skills of cultivating immortals as its cultivation level, and slowly accumulates and develops them.

Fang Yi took out several high-quality spider-shaped puppets from the storage bag and spoke.

"There are indeed no mid-grade puppets, but there are indeed a few high-quality low-grade puppets. If you need them, you can buy them."

There was a glint of light in Yang Caier's beautiful eyes.

If we say that a congenital warrior has a high fighting capacity.

The low-grade puppeteer who was over twenty years old was enough to show that he had excellent aptitude in the art of puppetry. With this skill as support, the probability of his foundation building would be greatly increased.

But Yang Caier did not buy a puppet for self-defense like Fan Dacheng and Li Qingsong.

A low-grade first-level puppet is no longer of much use to him, only a mid-grade first-level puppet can be of some help to him.

Yang Caier pondered for a moment before speaking.

“This animal carcass, but I don’t have
However, in a few days, the inner sect brothers will have an internal trade fair. If you have time, you can go with us. I think we should be able to gain something."

　Sorry, sorry, I finished writing yesterday and set the timer to 12 o'clock tonight (＿)
　　
　
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