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

Chapter 583: Compensation from the Sect, Three Treasures Obtained

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and issued a decree.

"Crash!"

Chains flashed coldly as they shuttled through Chiquan Mountain.

"Puff puff!"

The chains pierced through the flesh and blood, destroying the soul. The screams and shrill pleas for mercy were heard one after another, and the remaining monks of the Kang family kept escaping.

But if the fake Dan dies, even if there are one or two foundation-building cultivators left, they will be of no use.
"Ancestor!?"

"Daddy, Yun'er is in pain"

"Run away, embroiderer, run away!"

Fang Yi felt neither happy nor sad, and turned a blind eye to the tragic scene at Chiquan Mountain, allowing the chains unleashed by the Chiquan Formation to kill all the men, women, young and old, women and children of the Kang family one by one.

The pungent smell of blood dyed Chiquan Mountain a thick layer of blood.

The clouds and mist surrounding the yellow mud cellar gradually dissipated. He closed his eyes slightly, waved his hand to weigh Master Runyun's storage bag, and then put it away together with his body.

The gray mist completely dissipated, and the graceful figure gradually became clear.

"Junior Brother Fang Yi, you have a good method. I am quite shocked by it."

Wuhua Zhenren's long black hair was half loose, with a blood coral hairpin slanting through it, adorned with a golden tassel shaped like a nine-tailed fox's tail. She was wrapped in rouge-red shark silk gauze. A black sash was tied around her waist, and a soul-capturing bell hung from her bare ankle.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling."

She waved her sleeves and grabbed the trembling Chen Yao in her hands, and her onion-like index finger stroked her crystal white cheek.

"But there are many innocent cultivators in the Kang family of Chiquan Mountain. Junior brother is so cruel and ruthless.
This makes Senior Sister extremely heartbroken."

Fang Yi said disdainfully.

"Ever since a cultivator from the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain condensed his elixir, everyone in the sect has known about this. Why are you testing me, Senior Sister?"

"What about your concubine? Such beauty is rare even among Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Wuhua Zhenren's slender index finger drew a bloody mark on Chen Yao's face.

"This involves a major matter within the sect. If others knew about it, it would be a huge problem."

"Master Fang, a day of marriage is like a hundred days of grace. I am willing to plant a Dharma prohibition and swear a great oath to ward off evil within my heart.

I only beg you to spare my life." Chen Yao's body trembled, her beautiful face full of fear. She no longer asked for anything else, only to keep her life.

She knew that the life of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was no different from that of an ant in the eyes of a Jindan True Person.

"Puff!" A green leaf blade flashed by, and a head fell to the ground in front of Wuhua's slightly astonished eyes.

"Gurgle. Gurgle." Chen Yao's face was filled with disbelief as she rolled on the ground, covered in dust. She rolled to Fang Yi's feet, as if asking him why he was so cruel.

"Junior brother, you are quite decisive and efficient." Wuhua Zhenren painted gold foil flying clouds at the corners of his eyes, his pupils stood upright like amber, and a trace of murderous aura emerged.

Then she smiled charmingly, with dimples appearing on her face, but revealing a hint of bloodthirsty coldness.

"I thought it was already great that Junior Brother was able to kill Bai Yuan of the Zoroastrianism, but I never thought that he would give Senior Sister a surprise.

This has ruined my big plan."

"I wonder if Junior Brother would be willing to part with Master Runyun's elixir?"

"I have another use for that True Pill, so please don't mention it, Senior Sister Wuhua."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, sensing the Wuhua's constantly rising energy with fear.

The crimson silk danced, the heat waves rolled, and in the hand of Wuhua Zhenren was an ancient treasure mirror carved with the shape of the rising sun, which was emitting spiritual light.

The spiritual energy gathered together and turned into a hundred miles of red light. The vast and terrifying power was looming, and the threat was beyond words.

"The sect's treasure, the Xuanyang Divine Fire Mirror?" Fang Yi's face was solemn as he spoke word by word.

"Junior brother, are you really unwilling to give it up?" The five-colored energy increased again, and on the Xuanyang Divine Fire Mirror, inscriptions appeared one after another, as if ready to launch a full-strength attack.

"Even a Jindan Zhenren is different. Junior brother, you can trust me. If you can kill Yurun, I can kill you too."

Fang Yi was surrounded by the aroma of medicine and was extremely alert.

A person in the middle stage of Jindan who can activate the treasure of Xuanyang Mountain can fight against a great immortal whose magic power has transformed in the late stage of Jindan.

What’s more, he is a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan.

Fang Yi didn't say much, nor did he give in.

Behind him, the Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner moved without wind, and a majestic shadow of a demon god stepped out, waving his six arms and confronting him.

"Senior Sister Wuhua, do you want to fight me?"

"Boom!" Wuhua's face turned slightly cold, and a big sun rose from her hand, stirring up the spiritual tide.

"If you don't accept my toast, you won't be rewarded!"

"I'll ask you one last time, will you give me this real pill or not?"

"Heh." Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, his robe made of mountains and rivers fluttering, and the green golden elixir in his dantian sea of ​​qi slowly turned.

"Senior Sister Wuhua, please don't overthink Runyu's true elixir."

"Hmph!" Wuhua Zhenren narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his aura surged, and rays of precious light lit up on the Xuanyang Divine Fire Mirror.

"Boring."

"Wow!"

Her aura dissipated instantly, her fierce murderous intent subsided, and the Xuanyang Divine Fire Mirror transformed into spiritual light and disappeared into her sleeve. There was no longer the tension as before.

"How boring! Junior brother, how can you be sure that I won't attack you?"

"The ancestor of our sect is planning something big, and it's time for us to work together. How could we tolerate our fellow disciples killing each other?" Fang Yi's face was calm, sensing the golden elixir in his dantian and the third-grade mid-grade spirit puppet.

If Wuhua Zhenren really took action, although it would cost him a lot, he would be sure to escape.

This also shows that Xuanyang Mountain is not worth cooperating with.

Isn't Yuanying Zhenjun someone who is easy to deal with? Even if he is just playing a supporting role, he still needs to find a cultivator with means and thoughts.

If not, Fang Yi would rather get away from it.

Wuhua Zhenren lifted up his long black hair from his temples and glanced at Changsun Jie, who had his eyes closed and his five senses sealed with magic.

"This young man is quite clever. He has a spirit body born with bad luck, but he has the potential to condense a true elixir. I'll have to trouble you to take care of the aftermath."

With ten fingers painted with red cardamom, he pinched the magic formula.

The magic power was swallowed and released, and along with the silence, the bewilderment, and the locking of the energy, a series of magic prohibitions were cast, which turned into a light film and were closed like a bowl lid.

"Brother Tianque is right. Brother Fang, you are very thoughtful and you plan everything carefully before you act."

She took out a jade talisman from her sleeve. The ancient Qiankun runes on the talisman flowed, disrupting the destiny. Then her expression became serious.

“Since Junior Brother has guessed this, Wuhua will speak frankly.

What happens next, will only come out of my mouth and reach your ears, and must not be spread to anyone else."

Fang Yi nodded in agreement. Although he had guessed that there were cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain seeking to condense their Nascent Soul, it was ultimately just a guess.

He also had many doubts in his mind that needed answers from the real person Wuhua.

"There is a great cultivator in the sect who has reached the Jindan stage and is seeking to achieve the Nascent Soul stage. With my junior brother's wisdom, I think he already has an idea."

His five-colored phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke. "But my Xuanyang Mountain and the Zoroastrianism are sworn enemies. This is irreconcilable. I hope you will be fully prepared.

If you encounter a Zoroastrian in the future, you must be extremely careful."

"Sworn enemy?" Fang Yi frowned, pondered for a moment, and then spoke hesitantly.

"The Zoroastrianism is the top sect in Dayu Country. It has a Yuanying Zhenjun in charge and is famous for its fire path. I don't want a Yuanying Zhenjun to appear in Dayun, but if it is said that it is a mortal enemy,
Is there a fourth-level fire path tradition in the sect?"

There was a slight surprise in Wuhua Zhenren's eyes, and he looked at Fang Yi deeply.

"A glimpse of the whole picture reveals a small part, what a thoughtful brother.

The sect has inherited a fourth-level fire path. True Man Chimei has already reached the perfection of the Core Formation Stage and is now only a hair's breadth away from condensing the Nascent Soul Stage.
If it weren't for those slaves from the Bishui Pavilion who were constantly staring at Xuanyang Mountain, the Red Eyebrow Immortal would have already condensed his Nascent Soul."

"So that's how it is." Fang Yi understood.

The fourth-level Taoist tradition is not only about cultivation methods, but also includes the methods of refining magical instruments and treasures, the secrets of overcoming tribulations, special elixirs, and talismans.
If Xuanyang Mountain really hides a complete fourth-level fire path inheritance.

Whether it is to form the elixir, condense the Nascent Soul, or refine the magic weapon, the spiritual objects required are highly consistent with the Nascent Soul True Lord of Zoroastrianism.

The five elements of heaven and earth, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, mutant spiritual roots, wind, thunder, blood and ice
Fang Yi looked through the ancient books in the Xuanyang Mountain Sutra Library and found that although the Dayu Kingdom had several Yuanying sects.

But those who have inherited the way of fire only worship the fire religion.

"How can our sect preserve this inheritance and prevent it from being discovered by the Zoroastrians?" Fang Yi asked doubtfully.

Wuhua Zhenren sighed. "While the beast tide in the Qingyun Mountains was terrifying, the demon clan's sacred land behind it, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, is truly unfathomable.

The various factions of Dayu Kingdom need Dayun Kingdom as a buffer against the demon forces, and the Shiwan Mountains need human cultivators to hone their younger generations.

In this way, Xuanyang Mountain has some value.

Over the past thousand years, three successive Jindan ancestors who had practiced the way of fire cut off their own paths and designed to fall into the hands of the Zoroastrianism.

After searching their souls, they naturally believed it. In addition, with the containment of major sects such as the Medicine King Valley of Dayu Nation, they finally had some breathing space."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. If that was the case, it made sense, but since it involved a conflict between two factions, he didn't completely believe it.

"That Bai Yuan, is he the descendant of some great figure in the Zoroastrianism?"

Wuhua Zhenren spoke. "The Bai family's ancestor, Bai Yue, is a Great Zhenren who has reached the Perfect Core Formation stage and is a disciple of the Fire Worshiping Sect's True Lord Chiyan.

It’s not far from condensing the Nascent Soul.”

"Junior Brother Fang, as the most beloved disciple of this generation in the Bai family, he is also the most talented disciple."

She weighed Kang Yuyuan in her hand and smiled.

“The Kang family’s Baozhi spirit body is able to reach the True Pill level, and it’s the Bai family who helped.

I want to find a cauldron for Bai Yuan, so that I can use the dual cultivation method to improve the quality of my elixirs and reach the Golden Elixir realm."

"Sure enough, this pledge of allegiance blocks the escape route to joining the Zoroastrianism. The other major sects in Dayu will not offend True Lord Chiyan for a Jindan cultivator."

Fang Yi's eyes were dark, neither surprised nor angry.

Take it in advance, and you will have to give it.

If he was not sure that he had no way out, True Man Wuhua would not have revealed the secret of Xuanyang Mountain so easily.

He only believed half of the credibility of this secret and would verify the rest himself.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye with this question and answer.

Wuhua Zhenren swept his spiritual consciousness over and saw that Chiquan Mountain was silent and there was no sound from insects or birds.

"The cultivators of the Kang family in Chiquan Mountain have all died. I will not delay you, Junior Brother, and will go ahead.
Senior Brother Tianque asked me to tell my junior brother that after returning to Xuanyang Mountain, we should go to Tianji Peak to discuss the position of Sect Leader."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took light steps, transformed into a red light, and disappeared into the air.

Three days later.

"Boom!" Chiquan Mountain collapsed, dust flew, and the exploding spiritual tide swept in all directions.

The jade-colored flying boat was obscured by clouds and mist. Changsun Jie had a bitter face as he controlled the flying boat, which was suspended in the air.

A few moments.

The magic circle collapsed, and an invisible light flew out from Chiquan Mountain. Fang Yi appeared, wearing a jade crown and fluttering clothes.

"Master Changsun, please steer the flying boat back to Xuanyang Mountain."

"Yes, I obey the order of the Immortal Master," Chang Sun Jie replied weakly.

Three days ago, I saw Wuhua Zhenren, who was just a fake pill on weekdays, showing his cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan.

Although he later closed his mind, he also knew that he was involved in a big event.

After that, he didn't dare to leave Fang Yi, for fear of being hunted down by Xuanyang Mountain.

"The True Man Runyun of Bishui Pavilion died, and the Golden Elixir Seed of Zoroastrianism was destroyed.
The Dayun Immortal Cultivation World is going to be bustling from now on."

Changsun Jie sighed deeply, thinking of Bai Yuan's soul that he had destroyed, and murmured in his heart.

"Fang Laogui is really ruthless. My escape route is also cut off."

“Although I have a special spiritual body, I am not an ordinary fake Dan Zhenren.

But he was ultimately unable to condense the True Pill, otherwise how could he be like this, allowing others to manipulate him."

"One step makes a world of difference"

After one month.

Xuanyang Mountain and Chunyang Peak are surrounded by lush forests and bamboos, with gurgling spiritual springs and occasional flying cranes.

The jade-colored flying boat landed, Fang Yi took a step forward, and Changsun Jie followed closely behind.

"Junior Brother Fang, is the trip to Chiquan Mountain easy?" Zhang Heng wore a purple gold crown, a brocade robe, and a jade ring at his waist. Although he looked noble, he sat diagonally on a large bluestone, swinging his legs and playing with a jade ruler.

"Greetings, Uncle Hengyi," Fang Yi bowed. "The trip to Chiquan Mountain went smoothly, but there are some doubts within the sect."

Zhang Heng glanced at Changsun Jie, who was standing aside and was tied up, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"This Chang Sun Jie is a spirit of innate bad luck. He has fallen into the hands of Junior Brother. Junior Brother, if you train him well, he will be of some use."

He stood up and walked towards the ancestral hall. "Senior Sister Wuhua, favored by Senior Brother Chimei, has always been so reckless.

Junior brother, you followed me into the Ancestral Hall. Now that you have passed the tests within the sect, you are qualified to know the most core secrets of the inheritance of the Ancestral Hall lineage."

A quarter of an hour later.

In the ancestral hall, soul lamps flickered with dim lights, clouds and mist rolled, and a layer of magical prohibition separated the inside and the outside.

Zhang Heng waved his sleeves, and the green pine spiritual light rolled up a storage bag and fell into Fang Yi's hands.

"Take a look and see if you need any spiritual objects. This is the compensation from the sect and the ancestral hall to my junior brother."

Fang Yi probed his spiritual sense into it, and three soul-sealing jade boxes flew out, emitting spiritual light.

He pointed his index finger, and the magic restrictions dissipated, and the jade box opened.

"Crack!"

The red spiritual light shot up into the sky, its sharpness captivating the heart.

A majestic lion-shaped beast king with flying golden hair. Although he has fallen, his fierce aura lingers.

"Golden armored lion?" Fang Yi's eyes lit up with joy. With this spiritual creature, Gu Jiushang could consider breaking through to the third level.

The human puppet path has many secret techniques passed down. The first and second levels are mostly for laying the foundation, and the third level is where one begins to show their prowess.

With his three peak items, he has touched the quasi-fourth-level puppetry skills. Once he completes the human puppet ritual, his combat power will surely increase greatly.
"So, the other thing is"

He waved his hand without concealing anything, and a green streak of silk opened the jade box engraved with the spirit seal.

The spiritual light dissipated, and a jade box engraved with spiritual patterns was revealed, containing brown soil with distinct grains.

The rich earth energy entangled with the power of Wu Earth, almost turning into the shape of a small dragon.

"It is, the remaining half of the Earth Origin Soil. What is the last one?" Fang Yi set his eyes on the last soul-sealing jade box.

(End of this chapter)