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

Chapter 580: Yellow Mud Wine Cellar, Each One Hidden Hands

Wujue stretched out his hand and pulled the maidservant beside him, who was half-covered in a green gauze dress, into his arms.

His lips moved, and he used the method of transmitting sound.

'Fellow Daoist Chen, this Li Heng is only at the foundation-building stage.

Whether you are willing to have a romantic encounter with me or become my Taoist partner, I will give you a generous gift.

Foundation-building pills, top-grade magic tools, rare talismans'

His five senses suppressed the lust in his eyes. Chen Yao was like a peach, with mature and full charm, which really made him salivate.

"Good!" a charming female voice reached my ears. "Thank you, Master Wujue, for your consideration."

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Yao made up her mind. It was just a one-time affair, and as long as she was careful, Li Heng would never find out.

If Wujue takes a fancy to him, he will abandon Li Heng and join Jiadan. If he is not valued, he can also return to Li Heng.

Even if things don't work out, there is Chen Fang as a backup, so we can return to Xiaoyue Mountain.
Chen Yao smiled and twisted her body into Fang Yi's broad arms.

"Li Lang, try this Kang family's Amber Shao. If it weren't for this cocktail party, this Amber Shao would be extremely precious."

Fang Yi intercepted a stream of energy with his slender index finger, and he felt neither happy nor sad.

His eyes swept across the aura of the three cultivators on the central jade platform.

Kang Quan, Kang Yuanzhu, Kang Zhongyan, the three fake Dan masters from the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain, finally appeared.
in this way'

In the small cave of Kuruo, a scarlet corpse lotus bloomed, and Chiyin, with a young face, had scales appearing all over his body.

'It's not time to take action yet.

The one from the Bishui Pavilion was still manipulating the magic circle, so the Kang family hadn't reached its weakest point yet.
The whereabouts of Wuhua Zhenren have not yet been discovered.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

The Jiadan family, which has been established for nearly six hundred years, has hidden many secrets and tricks.

"Red Spring Mountain cultivators, the best time to take action is when you're reaching the Dan Condensation stage."

'Hmm, this spirit wine?

Interesting, the Kang family is quite cautious in their actions.'

Fang Yi sniffed the amber wine with the tip of his nose. Several magical medicines were hidden in the mellow aroma of the wine.

As a third-rank spiritual doctor, he had already sensed the potential medicinal power.

'Wuqizhi, Panmu ginseng, and Duobaozhu are all magical medicines that replenish vital energy and increase magical power.

This is to stimulate the monk's magic power, so that the monk will be too weak to receive the supplement.'

Holding the jade cup in his hand, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, and the abundant medicinal power was transformed into the sea of ​​qi in his dantian.

"Let the Kang family rest assured first."

"Buzz!"

The green golden elixir in the dantian slowly rotated, easily suppressing the medicinal power.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and a wisp of Yin energy was drawn out from the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner.

The blue and gray spiritual lights intertwined and transformed into the shadow of a dark ancient tree with twisted branches and a cold glow, which appeared behind him.

"Oh, they've revealed their true identity. It's worth it that my Kang family spent so much spiritual medicine to specially brew this Amber Tea."

On the three-story wooden platform built of snow spring wood, Kang Yuanzhu's eyes flashed with brilliance and flickered with flames as he performed pupil techniques.

The sharp eyes swept over the monks in the valley, some with high crowns and white jade belts.
Some are wearing red robes with heat surrounding them, while others are wearing brown robes, carrying an imposing aura as still as a mountain when walking, sitting or lying down.

Under the secret spiritual brew, everyone's face flushed, each showing a strange vision, drawing spiritual power, and refining the spiritual wine.

Or a dark old tree with twisted branches and leaves, or a pink-robed Arhat phantom with soft music echoing; or a furnace emitting red spiritual light.
Wujue, Zangsheng, Li Heng, and Changsun Jie all changed their expressions.

"What does the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain mean?" Wujue's face was dark, and his powdery energy was flowing, and he took the lead in attacking.

The Qi of Fake Dan Zhenren flowed and covered the stands.

Then, Master Zangsheng, who was dressed in green, was not willing to be outdone. Behind him appeared the shadow of a bamboo plant with lush green branches and leaves, small and exquisite, and the ninth level of foundation building cultivation fell at the same time.

Chang Sun Jie, Fang Yi, Xu Jiuyao, and Wu She were cultivators who were at least in the late stage of foundation building, and they joined forces tacitly.

Except for those monks who had other plans, the rest of the monks who came to the reception were there to ask for help.

If we can find the weakness of the Kang family, we can exchange it for spiritual wine at a much lower price.

"boom!"

In the stands, the three monks Kang Quan, Kang Yuanzhu and Kang Zhongyan were well prepared and worked together tacitly.

The rich aroma of wine collided violently with the aura of the monks.

"Boom!"

The invisible waves of the explosion spread out like an arc. Within a few breaths, the clouds and mist rolled, and the valley became quiet.

There was a gleam in Kang Yuanzhu's eyes, and he couldn't stop feeling happy.

'The cultivators of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are finally ready.
Indeed, what Big Brother Quan said is correct. There is no cultivator who can seek the Jiazi Spirit Brew to form a pill, and none of them has a poor foundation.'

Suppressing his turbulent emotions, he quickly transmitted his message.

'Brother Quan, I used the Red Eyes to control the cultivators who came here, and they all possessed the five elements.

Without further ado!'

Kang Quan knew that delay would lead to unexpected events, so he stretched out his five fingers and the spiritual text on an ancient bronze jue magic weapon began to dance and turned into a red sun falling down.

"boom!"

The surging energy was suppressed in an instant.

"What does Chiquan Mountain mean?"

Red, green, yellow, white, black, five-colored spiritual light flowed, and ancient flying swords, heavy furnaces, wooden prayer beads, and other top-grade magic tools were sacrificed one after another.

Kang Quan smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoists. For this Jiazi wine party, the third-grade spiritual wine brewed by Chiquan Mountain is outstanding, and the production has doubled.

Only the last step is left, and the brewing capacity can be more than doubled.
I just tested you fellow Taoists to see your foundation."

"More than double?"

"In the past, there were two batches of spiritual brew. How much can we produce now?"

"So that's how it is?"

Kang Quan felt disdainful when he saw that the momentum began to subside.

"After all, they are just a motley crowd, no match for our Kang family, who are united and have a long-standing tradition."

His face was full of smiles, and he spoke gently.

"If you fellow Taoists are willing to help, Kang can make the decision. You only need 80% of the spiritual objects that were previously exchanged for spiritual wine."

"Also, we can provide five bottles of Jiazi Spiritual Brew."

"Five bottles?" "Only 80%?!"

"Brother Kang Dao, are you serious?!" Wu Jue spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Wujue, you are here for your offspring, right?" Kang Yuanzhu stepped forward, his face solemn and his words righteous.

"My Kang family's reputation spans nearly six hundred years. How can it be compared to a few bottles of spirit wine?
This is of course true!"

"Haha, then let's do as Brother Kang said." Wujue's expression changed slightly, and then he spoke, taking a step back.

The Kang family of Chiquan Mountain has a great reputation. There is really no need for them to ruin their reputation for a few bottles of Jiazi Lingjiu.

Master Zangsheng, standing by, was also unwilling to be outdone. "Please, Fellow Daoist Kang, lead the way. We will definitely give it our all."

Xu Jiuyao and Wu She looked at each other and also complimented each other.

Fang Yi had a smile on his face, as if he was very happy, and ordered three more bottles of Jiazi Lingniu.

'Six hundred years of reputation?

The victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. How can a reputation of six hundred years compare to that of a True Dan Master?

"In this case, I will trouble you fellow Taoists."

Kang Quan nodded slightly, slapped his storage bag, and a flash of light flew out, transforming into a red token with the aroma of wine lingering around it.

"rise!"

A spiritual light flowed on the red token, and a shadowy figure wearing linen clothes, with white hair and beard and bright eyes appeared.

"Yuanzhu! Zhongyan! Take action quickly!" Kang Quan's face turned pale, and his immense magic power continued to be injected into the token.

Kang Yuanzhu and Kang Zhongyan looked at each other and saw the excitement hidden in each other's eyes.

"disease!"

Two streams of magic power were infused into the token.

"Boom!" The ground in the valley shook, the rocks trembled, and red spiritual light mixed with mist rose into the sky.

"Crash!"

Strands of spiritual rain fell, turning into the rich aroma of wine.

Looking at the wine cellar that emerged from the ground in the red light, built with yellow mud and covered with moss, and spanned dozens of feet, Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fellow Daoists, use the five elements and pour your magic power into it."

Kang Quan's face was red, and he was making spells with his skinny fingers.

On the yellow mud wine cellar, runes flowed and the shadows of monks appeared.

"Clatter!" Five white jade tokens on the wine cellar appeared and turned into huge inscriptions, emitting light.

Water moistens downwards, fire burns upwards, wood bends and straightens, metal follows and changes, and earth loves to cultivate crops.
Moistening and descending makes it salty, scorching and ascending makes it bitter, bending and straightening makes it sour, following and changing makes it pungent, and farming makes it sweet.

"A third-level rare treasure?" Fang Yi's eyes wandered, as if thinking about something. "But this aura..."

As life and death, prosperity and decline pass by, you can feel the subtle energy in the yellow mud wine cellar.

Fang Yi understood, and immediately he stretched out his five fingers and a green spiritual light poured into the token engraved with the words "Quzhi".

He said anxiously.

“My fellow Daoists, this is a third-level yellow mud cellar, a rare treasure of the Dao of Spiritual Brewing.

Act quickly, otherwise the wine in the cellar will be gone after thirty days."

A strange look flashed in Kang Quan's eyes.

I never thought that I would be so lucky. The Kang family didn't even have to ask for help.

"Fellow Daoist Li Heng has good eyesight!" he exclaimed in praise.

"My fellow Daoists, this is a third-level yellow mud pit that was forged at great expense by the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain.
Whichever Taoist friend contributes the most will be given priority in the future to receive the spiritual wine."

"boom!"

As if in response to Kang Quan's words, the yellow mud cellar shook, and spider-web-like cracks appeared next to the jade talisman, and the cracks spread.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A three-foot-long jade bottle flew out and fell towards Fang Yi.

"Hmm?" Fang Yi took the jade bottle and opened it. The green wine swayed, and the fragrance of grass and trees rose up.

"Second-grade high-grade Qingquan liquid?

Good wine! I won’t be polite. I will definitely have a share of this Jiazi Spirit Brew.”

The robe moved without wind, Fang Yi's long hair danced, his face looked almost crazy, and the vast magic power was madly poured into the yellow mud cellar.

Seeing this, the monks did not dare to be negligent. The Jiazi spiritual wine was limited, although the Kang family said that the amount of spiritual wine had increased.

But there are more than five monks coming here.

"Friend Kang, I'm here to lend you a helping hand!" His five senses glowed with golden light, and sharp energy flowed.

Immediately, he clapped his hands, which were as big as a palm-leaf fan, and poured the golden magic power into the yellow mud cellar.

"boom!"

A bottle of brown spiritual wine flew out and landed in front of Wujue.

"Haha, second-grade, top-grade Earth Spirit Liquid? I'd be remiss to refuse it."

Although Master Zangsheng had some doubts, he saw Fang Yi and Wujue take action and two bottles of spiritual wine flew out one after another.

He suppressed the hesitation in his heart, waved his sleeves, and the sound of clear springs tumbling flowed, and a trickle of water appeared behind him.

"Crash!"

Rich water spiritual power was poured into it, the energy of the yellow mud cellar increased, and a bottle of brewed wine flew out.

Seeing this, the remaining monks did not dare to be negligent.

The alchemy furnace roared, flames fell, and the shadows of mountains appeared. The power of Wu Earth surged again.

"Water moistens and descends, fire burns and ascends, wood bends and straightens, metal follows and changes, and earth is conducive to farming and harvesting."

One by one, the spiritual texts shone brightly, and the energy in the yellow mud cellar surged.

"Out!"

Amber-colored wine accumulates in the yellow mud cellar, and the rich aroma rises to the sky.

"Ok?"

"How could this be?! My magic power! My magic power!"

Xu Jiuyao's face turned pale. He tried to restrain his magic power, but the runes turned into chains and bound him in a flash.

His magic power was constantly being drained away, and in a flash, Xu Jiuyao's face turned dark blue, his limbs became weak, and his Qi continued to decline.

"Kangquan!"

The five senses transformed into a human face, their bodies glowed with golden light, and they kept struggling, but they were also bound by chains, and their magic power was constantly being drained.

"How dare you! How dare you plot against my disciples from Xuanyang Mountain?!" Changsun Jie showed a sinister look on his face, and a shadow of a gray-feathered mulberry crow appeared behind him.

The gray energy flowed and turned into a light film to protect it.

But he was unable to escape from the chains that smelled of wine.

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and his mouth moved slightly.

How could the fake Dan Zhenren's message be hidden from him?

"Don't be anxious, nephew Changsun. Wait a moment."

"Master Fang? Who is it?"

Chang Sun Jie's ears moved slightly, and his eyes swept over the monks present.

"Wu Jue, Li Heng, Zang Sheng, or Xu Jiuyao?"

A cunning look flashed across his eyes, and he felt a little relieved, and put away the bag of disaster-warding and fortune-accumulating goods that he was about to offer.

The True Dan Master of Xuanyang Mountain is here, so his life is safe and he does not need to fight with the three Fake Dan Masters whose backgrounds are unclear.

"Xuanyang Mountain? Hey, so many years have passed, and a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to be so domineering?"

A hoarse female voice sounded, and Master Runyu's white hair was draped over his shoulders, and his plain white robe was fluttering.

She held a formation plate in her hand, and behind her was a handsome monk wearing a jade hat and with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. They fell from the sky together.

"Others are afraid of Xuanyang Mountain, but I, Bishui Pavilion, am not."

"True Man Runyu of Bishui Pavilion has reached the second level of Jindan." Fang Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance as he murmured in his heart.

"So, there's only one question left."

"Boom!"

Leaden clouds rolled, the wind howled, and a pure energy rose from the yellow mud cellar.

"Heart Demon Tribulation?" Wu Jue groaned. "So that's it, so that's it.
The Kang family has a cultivator who condenses the true elixir!

"Old ghost Kangquan, why don't you take a photo of this cultivator failing to condense his pill?"

Kang Quan felt elated, his hair and beard standing on end. "Afraid? If they were afraid, how could the Kang family have been passed down for so long?"

The Kang family has been waiting for an opportunity for three hundred years!"

Looking at the bound monks, Kang Yuanzhu laughed heartily.

"When Yuan'er condenses the True Pill, with the help of the Bishui Pavilion, no one in Dayun Country can do anything to my Kang family!"

Chang Sun Jie spoke appropriately. "Did you, Runyu, also kill the Five Flowers Immortal from my sect?"

"Five flowers?" A hint of doubt flashed in Runyu Zhenren's eyes. "There is no such Zhenren in Chiquan Mountain."

"Is that so? Wuhua has never been here." Fang Yi sighed slowly, stood up suddenly, and the chains broke in an instant.

"Boom!"

A large and ancient banner appeared behind him. His slender five fingers shone with jade light, and a large handprint with distinct joints, full of green light, carried a powerful force, and fell down slowly but quickly.

Yi Wood Great Seal!
"you dare!"

"Damn it!"

True Man Runyu and the three fake Dan True Men of the Kang family all changed their expressions. With precious light shining, two magic weapons, the ancient bronze jug and the jade ruler, fell to the ground.

"late!"

(End of this chapter)