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

Chapter 584: The Master's Heritage, the Secret Library, and the Heart

"Click!" The jade box opened, revealing an antique bronze token wrapped in silk.

"Top-grade magic weapon?" Fang Yi frowned slightly. For a Jindan Zhenren, let alone top-grade magic weapons, even top-grade magic weapons would be of little use.

This token should have another secret
"This is a treasure refining token." Zhang Hengyi took off the token, and memories flashed in his eyes.

The same thing happened when he was condensing the pill, and Xiao Changce gave it to him in exchange for the Treasure Refining Order.

"The Earth's Origin Soil is the sect's compensation for testing you.

The third-level golden-armored lion spirit skeleton is a spiritual object that Master Guangsheng exchanged for you with the merits he had accumulated personally before his departure.

As for this treasure refining order, it is a small gift from me and Senior Brother Xiao.

With this order, you can ask a third-level weapon refiner in the sect to refine a magic weapon."

"Uncle Hengyi, there are rumors outside that our master has passed away. How is Grandmaster Guangsheng now?" Fang Yi put away the three spiritual objects and asked.

"Don't you want to ask your master?
As expected, Junior-Martial-Nephew Fang had already suspected Senior-Martial-Brother Xiao's passing away. As for the matter of Master..."

Zhang Hengyi's mouth twitched, recalling Xiao Changce's solemn promise that his actions would be secret and no one would know.

He clapped the wooden ruler in his hand, and a ray of light shot out, accompanied by the roaring sound of rocks.

Brown spiritual light rolled, and smoke curled up from the bronze censer with a beast head and spiritual incense.

The three jade statues standing in the Ancestral Hall, holding the three treasures of jewel, whisk and jade plate, emit mysterious light.

"Boom!"

A dark tunnel emerged from the ancestral hall.

"Brother Fang, please follow me. As a True Dan Master of our ancestral master's lineage, you should also know the secrets of our ancestral hall."

"Master Guangsheng really hasn't passed away yet." Fang Yi's eyes closed slightly. Although he had suspected this before, he was now certain of it.

Whether there is a great immortal in the late Jindan stage or not, the difference is really too big for the lineage of the Patriarch Hall.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"

One by one, rough green stone lamps lit up, and a secret passage built with water-polished bluestone appeared in front of the two people.

“Junior Brother Fang, be careful and follow my steps.

This secret passage is blessed by the masters of the ancestral hall of all generations. If you violate the forbidden law without permission,

After Zhang Heng gave the reminder, he took out a gray long sword from his sleeve, seven magical lights flowed through it, and he waved his hand and threw it lightly.

"Ding-dang." A gray long sword magic weapon fell on the stone road, an inexplicable restriction emerged, and the sharp blade light slashed through.

The flying sword was broken, and the shattered spiritual iron turned into debris. In less than half a breath, such a top-grade magic weapon had no power to resist and turned into ashes.

"It's at least a third-level mid-grade restriction, or even a third-level upper-grade restriction, and it focuses on killing."

Fang Yi's mind was greatly shocked. With the help of the [Life and Death Sutra], which was far superior to the ordinary real person's sensing ability, he could vaguely see the golden blade light.

There are at least several more extremely fierce and ferocious restrictions of the same grade hidden there.

"Brother Fang, you will be going to the Grand Master Hall to learn about the greatest heritage of the lineage. Remember, remember, do not activate your magic power, and do not hang in the air.

You must follow my footsteps, otherwise even if you are a Jindan Zhenren, your life or death will be unpredictable."

Zhang Heng lifted his boots and took a step forward. With his solid steps, solid footprints appeared on the bluestone road.

Fang Yi's face was solemn. He activated his magic power and transformed the Mountains and Rivers into Moon into a set of tight-fitting clothes. Then he followed closely behind Zhang Hengyi.

"Tread, step, step"

As they moved forward, Fang Yi followed Zhang Hengyi, sometimes retreating or advancing, sometimes standing still, and sometimes moving in an arc.

The spiritual energy in the secret passage became more and more dense, and Fang Yi became more and more expectant and sighed.

“The founder of the secret path had such a deep mind, and this method is really ingenious.

In the future, even if a cultivator were to sneak into the Patriarch's Hall and enter this secret passage, would they honestly walk forward without activating their magic power?
What if I activate my magic power?"

He shook his head slightly. The forbidden magic was more difficult to carry around than the magic weapons and talismans of cultivators of the same level.

If there is enough spiritual power to support, and monks fall into the trap
"This restriction in the Ancestral Hall is enough to severely damage or even kill a Jindan Zhenren."

"Junior Brother Fang, we're here."

With a slight sigh, Zhang Heng paused in front of a light gate about ten feet wide, and then stepped into it.

"Nephew, in this Chunyang Cave, you are not restricted from using your magic power."

Fang Yi followed closely and took a step forward. A green lotus appeared under his feet and lifted him up.

"What is this?" His pupils shrank slightly, his eyes showed shock, and he murmured in his heart.

"Such a grand gesture, such a decisive method, such a cruel mind."

In the Chunyang Cave, the earth energy in the brown spiritual field was dense, transforming into thumb-sized dragons that shuttled back and forth, and the grass and trees were fragrant.

Huang Guangsheng had white hair and wood grain all over his body. Blood was flowing from his seven orifices. His legs had completely turned into wood and turned into two twisted old roots that were embedded in the spiritual land.

Tender branches and leaves twisted their twigs, carrying long, thin threads of flesh, growing from tendons, bones, flesh, and even pupils.

The tender and verdant branches echo the scarlet blood, and in the bloodiness, there is a sacredness of sacrifice.

'Guanshi Guangsheng actually used the methods of a third-level spiritual plant master to seal his entire soul into this spiritual plant, using humans to nourish the tree, extracting its soul alive and squeezing out its essence.

It looks like a human but not a human, like a demon but not a demon. Rather than saying it's alive, it's better to say it's dead, with only its shell left.'

Fang Yi felt lost and asked himself.

'If you act like this, your soul will be destroyed and your path will be cut off, leaving only the strength to fight.

Is it worth it?'

His eyes were dim and his heart was surging as he recalled his previous life in the Mingquan Sect when he was called the Son of the Corpse God.

The sound of ghosts weeping shook the gloomy valley. "Corpse God Son, you have condensed the True Pill, but your foundation is damaged. Why are you fighting with me for this Jade Yuan Pearl?
Every time I attack, my life span is reduced. Why would I bother just to gain a little bit of Dao foundation?"

The scarlet blood blade slashed down, and the blood essence burned without restraint. A resolute voice rang out. "Hand over the Bi Yuan Pearl!"

"Madman! Madman! He already has a short lifespan, yet he's still so crazy."

Looking at the old cultivator who was ready to fight for his life, a ghost cried faintly, and a green gem flew out.

Silver moonlight fell, a shrill roar echoed, and a huge fox claw fell.

“Zhou Shenzi, you sneaked into our clan’s secret place and abducted our young master.

You're destroying the safety of both races, so aren't you afraid of a war between the human and demon races, and Yuanying Zhenjun extracting your soul and refining your spirit?"

The thin figure was bleeding, his energy was low, and a crack appeared on his true elixir.

"roll!"

"Boom!" The scarlet blood light cut off the fox claws, and in an instant, it disappeared into the sky.

In the earth's Yin spiritual veins, puppets of various colors escorted ragged monks and drove down silver wooden stakes.

As the runes flowed, the outline of a cold and mysterious tomb continued to take shape.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

The soul-beating whip in the puppet's hand fell, and a burly monk who was a little slower in movement stumbled, his robe torn, and traces of blood appeared.

As the long whip continued to whip, the blood left by the burly monk was constantly being consumed by the cold bluestone aura, making him die.

"Son of the Corpse God, you slaughtered monks, provoked a war between good and evil, and acted recklessly. The Yuanying Zhenjun of the Canxingguan will definitely not let you go.
I'll wait underground."

"Puchi!" The octogenarian with a withered face and matted yellow hair was dying. He grabbed with his five fingers and turned the monk into meat paste, nourishing the tomb.

"Yuanying Zhenjun? Huh."

As time passed, a gloomy and solemn ancient tomb gradually took shape under the day and night labor and blood sacrifices of countless monks.

The tomb was filled with evil spirits, yin energy and death energy flowing, transforming into dragons and snakes colliding and fighting.

"It's finally done." Although the withered monk's magic power was still surging, his face was already covered with corpse spots.

As a great immortal who has achieved perfect Dan formation, it means that his life is coming to an end and the lock cannot hold the vitality of his Dharma body.

"disease!"

The withered monk had a solemn expression on his face as he took out two silver foxes with white fur and bright eyes from his pet bag.

Two third-level beast kings, and their bloodlines are extremely high-grade, as precious as gold and jade, and they are the Silver Moon Foxes with a long history.

A hint of cunning flashed in Silver Moon Fox's eyes. "Fellow Daoist Corpse God, is this worth it?
If you do not practice the [Underworld Corpse Worship Moon Method], even if you have blood spiritual roots, your foundation will be damaged and your life span will be half a century.
If you are willing to let me go, I can swear a vow to my inner demon that I will not harm you in the slightest and will send you to another realm of immortal cultivation."

"leave?"

In Chunyang Cave.

A silver-white beast's demonic energy surged, its aura fierce and ferocious, and a treasure map of mountains and rivers emitted spiritual light.

"Roar!"

Zhang Heng held the wooden ruler in one hand, a smile on his face, and stepped back a few steps, allowing Qi Jie to activate the formation flags and set up the magic circle.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you, the demon pet, are really eager to protect your master.

This is the soul-cleansing heritage of the ancestral hall, and only a person of three generations has the opportunity to nurture a piece of it.
If it weren't for Junior Brother Fang condensing the top-grade true elixir, it would not have been his turn to enjoy such a spiritual object.

If you wake up Junior-Martial-Nephew Fang, this opportunity will be wasted."

The blazing fire rose, and red flames of divine fire surrounded Xiao Changce.

He had a cool and handsome temperament, and gently stroked a crystal clear little snake with a smile on his face.

"You are a loyal monster. If Junior Brother Hengyi and I wanted to harm my disciple, we wouldn't have to do it in secret."

"Hmph!" Qijie looked pensive, using his spiritual sense to sense Fang Yi's ever-growing spiritual foundation.

The sachet on his waist contained the third-level elixir, the Poison Avoidance Incense, but there was no reaction at all.

"It's not poisoning, nor is it an illusion." The silver-white beast's dark eyes turned.

"Besides, if these monks wanted to take action, they wouldn't have to wait until this cave."

Inside the tomb chamber, the ancient, eerie runes on an ancient bronze coffin vibrated.

The Corpse God was neither happy nor sad, and didn't care about the perfect plan of the Silver Moon Fox in his hand.

His eyes were dim, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and as if he was still lost in a hazy fantasy, and he said resolutely.

"If the only purpose is to enjoy pleasure and prolong one's life, what is the point of Fang and the corpse-guarding ghost?
Why would I have to act like this? I robbed the monks of Tianxing Temple and sneaked into Suwen Mountain. There are more than one Yuanying Zhenjun who want me dead.
You are quite clever, little fox, but if I let you go, will I be able to condense my Nascent Soul?"

As the skinny hands gradually closed, the Silver Moon Fox showed despair and roared miserably.

"This [Underworld Corpse Worship Moon Method] has never been mastered by anyone. Old Monster Corpse God, your actions are just like looking at flowers in the mirror and trying to catch the moon in the water.
It’s all in vain.”

"In vain?
Flowers in the water can grow, and the moon in the mirror can become real. If you don't fight, there will be no possibility at all."

The Corpse God's five fingers were like knives, and two cold rays fell.

"Puff!" Silver demon blood gushed out, and the two descendants whose bloodline returned to their ancestral home and who were regarded as hopes by the fourth-level demon king died and were used for sacrifices in the tomb.

"Boom!"

The sacrificial sounds from heaven and earth echoed, clouds and mist rolled, and a moon rose, cold and elegant.

A large, bony hand covered with corpse spots the size of copper coins pushed open the ancient coffin, and the Corpse God Son lay down with difficulty.

Feeling the evil spirit of ghosts and corpses, cleansing his body, Fang Yi's voice echoed.

"worth?

How is it not worth it?

The world of immortal cultivation is vast and boundless, and the weak have no status.

It's consumables! It's blood food! The only thing it can't be is a dignified 'human being!'

After three lifetimes of cultivation, how could I be willing to see the path cut off?"

Fang Yi's mind moved, and the solemn and majestic tomb dissipated along with the clouds and mist.

"A nearly fourth-level spiritual object. Xuanyang Mountain's heritage is truly astonishing."

He murmured in his heart, slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and felt the glass-colored light emerging in his soul.

"The soul cultivation of the second level of Jindan is not weaker than that of an ordinary third level Jindan cultivator."

As a master of third-level medicine and poison, how could he be unaware of third-level spiritual poison?

When entering Chunyang Cave, I discovered this spiritual object, which nourishes the soul.

'The art of refining the divine essence, the lineage of the Ancestral Hall, is worthy of its thousand-year heritage and has a deep foundation.

These souls and spirits of the real people who have refined the elixir are all stored.

Fang Yi comforted the withered small cave and stepped on the scarlet corpse lotus of Chi Yin.

He plans before he acts, has the Three Lives Stone to suppress his soul, Qi Jie is good at earth escape, and he has Chi Yin by his side.

Even if Zhang Hengyi and Xiao Changce fought, he would be able to escape.

"Greetings, Master!" Fang Yi had a gentle temperament and elegant demeanor. He bowed to Xiao Changce to express his gratitude.

"If it weren't for Master's help, I would never have been able to condense the pill today."

Xiao Changce looked at the disciple in front of him, who had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, pure aura, and a pill quality that was higher than his own.

He had mixed feelings in his heart.

“You don’t have to thank me, there are more than one descendants and disciples that I have supported.

[The True Chapter of Spiritual Roots’ Ascension to the Dao] was also practiced by more than one Foundation Establishment Master.

If it weren't for you, Fang Xiaozi, who was so hardworking and able to condense a top-grade true pill, even if I agreed to this divine essence refining technique, Junior Brother Hengyi would not have used it on you."

"Thank you, Uncle Hengyi!" Fang Yi bowed his head to express his gratitude. He felt the benefits of the sect's core true teachings and the benefits of passing on the torch.

The feng shui energy of this Chunyang Cave is mysterious and can be used to condense and refine the essence of the soul.

Even with the help of a spiritual land, this kind of spiritual object would require at least three decades of sacrifice and refinement by a Jindan Zhenren before it could be condensed.

Moreover, a Jindan Zhenren can only refine one portion.

If it were in the demonic world, this kind of precious land would have long been stripped of its essence in exchange for benefits.

How could there be a Jindan Zhenren who would painstakingly cultivate for three decades just to leave it to the successor of the Taoist tradition?

Zhang Hengyi smiled and took out a thumb-sized crystal bead from his sleeve.

He flicked his index finger, and a chain wrapped around the pearl floated in front of Fang Yi.

"Nephew Fang, the only people left in the Ancestral Hall are you, me, and Brother Xiao, three Jindan cultivators.
The spiritual foundation of a Jindan Zhenren is limited, and you have just refined half of the spiritual essence.

This remaining half portion of Spiritual Essence, if Junior Brother Fang refines it well, will be enough to push his spiritual consciousness to the third level of Core Formation, and he will be no weakling among Core Formation True Immortals."

Xiao Changce suddenly spoke with a hint of melancholy. "Fang Yi, after practicing for over a hundred years, you are also a Jindan Zhenren.

Master Guangsheng gave up his spirit, soul, and body in this way, and suffered the pain of having his soul extracted and his spirit refined, and his bones and marrow crushed.

Is it worth it just for a possibility, a possibility for Senior Brother Chimei to condense his Nascent Soul?"

(End of this chapter)