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

Chapter 588: Taoist name Qingyang, unlucky human puppet?

Xiao Changce pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Now that the matter of the Sect Leader has come to an end, your disciple has also condensed the True Pill. The path of the Dao is vast, and it is time for you to have a Daoist name.

Before leaving, Master left you a Daoist name."

Thinking of Huang Guangsheng, Fang Yi smiled faintly.

Although the two of them had not met many times, he still respected the legacy he left behind and the sacrifice he made for Xuanyang Mountain.

"Master, I wonder what Taoist name our ancestor left behind?"

A look of nostalgia flashed across Xiao Changce's face, and his words carried a hint of jealousy.

"Your Grandmaster Guangsheng truly loves you, but he has never interfered with the Daoist names of Junior Brother Hengyi and me.

Qingyang.

The Daoist name that Master left for you is Qingyang."

"Qingyang?"

Fang Yi murmured. "The ancient book 'Er Ya: Shi Tian' says: Spring is Qing Yang, Summer is Zhu Ming, Autumn is Bai Zang, and Winter is Xuan Ying.

The Dazhao also says: "Youth is grateful, the day is bright. Spring energy is vigorous, all things are in full bloom."

"The Blue Sun rises, its path is bright, it resides in the East, governs spring, and governs all flowers and plants."

He looked dazed and sighed with melancholy.

"Qing Yangzi? The ancestor is entrusting the path of Taoism to me."

Zhang Hengyi sighed softly, looked up and lamented, his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed back the sorrow.

“Before Master proclaimed himself emperor, he had spoken many times about his nephew Fang Yi, who cultivated the hundred arts of immortality and nurtured his path to Taoism, much like he had in his early years.

Perhaps that's why he values ​​Martial Nephew Fang so highly."

"Since the Grandmaster values ​​this, I will shamelessly accept the title of Qingyangzi."

Fang Yi felt lost and murmured in his heart.

"My future is cut off and my life is coming to an end. Will this be my fate in the future?"
The path of spiritual practice is full of twists and turns. As long as one does not ascend to the spiritual world, his life span will eventually run out.

Although he has now condensed a first-grade golden elixir, far surpassing his previous life, he still keeps a cautious heart and works hard to make progress.
If you slack off and don't make progress, you will end up with a broken path.

'Now, let's put down some bait.'

Zhang Heng nodded slightly. Although the immortal way values ​​privateness, no matter what the cultivator's character is, he hopes that the people around him are all good people.

"Junior Brother Fang, you haven't been able to condense your elixir for long. You should cultivate at Chunyang Peak for a while to refine the essence of your spirit."

He pointed his slender index finger, and a green light spread in the air, transforming into a mountain-shaped terrain map.

"There are five third-tier caves in Chunyang Peak. Excluding me and Senior Brother Xiao, there are three remaining third-tier caves..."

Junior Brother Fang, please choose one for yourself..."

Fang Yi glanced at the terrain map and found a place not far from the entrance of Chunyang Mountain where many cultivators came and went.

He stretched out his hand and pointed. On the topographic map, the red dot continued to expand and turned into an ancient building surrounded by stacked bluestones, with waving pines and cypresses, and carved plants, ginseng, sesame seeds and horses.

"For this Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, thank you, Uncle Hengyi..."

"Hmm...Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, this cave has half an acre of third-grade low-grade medicinal fields.

However, this cave is adjacent to the mountain gate road, and there are many monks coming and going..."

"It's this cave." Fang Yi said seriously.

"The third-level medicinal field will be of great benefit to my spiritual medical skills. It's just a passing monk, no big deal."

He felt at ease. It was precisely because of the flourishing of the monks that Chi Yin could act...

Unlike ordinary casual cultivators who have reached the stage of forming a golden elixir, Xuan Yang has been passed down for a long time, and has accumulated rich knowledge in elixirs, talismans, formations, instruments, and other arts of cultivation.

The layout of the third-level cave needs to be based on the cultivation of the real person's magic power and the yin and yang properties to adjust the wind and gather water.

In setting up the corresponding magic array, purifying spiritual power and spiritual plants, and using magic tools to suppress the mind, every single thing consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, and there is no easy part.

Seeing that Fang Yi had made up his mind, Zhang Hengyi shook his head slightly and did not try to persuade him any further.

'If Junior-Martial Brother Fang is unhappy in the future, there are still three third-level caves on Chunyang Peak.

Then I will ask my formation masters and weapon masters to work day and night and do some hard work...'

He took out a red jade bead from his sleeve. On the jade bead was an ancient cave, surrounded by rich vitality.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is the cardinal token of the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion. After refining it, you can completely control the cave."

"Thank you, Uncle Hengyi. I have another favor to ask of you." Fang Yi said.

“After condensing the pill this time, although I went to Chiquan Mountain, I did not reveal my background.

I also ask my uncle and master to tell everyone in the sect that this disciple has failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Failed to condense the pill?" Feeling the vigorous and long-lasting aura of the cultivator in front of him, Zhang Heng looked strange and began to persuade him.

"In the Ancestral Hall Dao lineage, only you, me, and Senior Brother Xiao are left, three Jindan True Immortals.

Senior Brother Xiao is unable to show up.

It is rumored that after Master Guangsheng passed away, my lineage needs to show its strength, otherwise the cultivators who rely on us will inevitably have concerns.

There is a huge difference between having a great master of the late Jindan stage in charge or not."

"Uncle-master Hengyi, I have made up my mind. Please don't try to persuade me anymore." Fang Yi slapped the spirit pet bag on his waist, and a jade-colored light wrapped around a silver-white fur, naive monster.

"Uncle Master, although I failed to achieve Dan formation, Xiao Qi succeeded in advancing to the third level demon king.

A third-rank demon king, whose combat power is not inferior to that of a Jindan True Person, can also greatly enhance the foundation of the ancestral hall and stabilize people's hearts."

"Fang Yi, which cultivator are you planning to target?" Xiao Changce asked thoughtfully.

"Xiao Lie?
A mere seventh-grade fake pill, though of extraordinary combat power, but with his path cut off and his past as yesterday's flower, is not worth the price you pay."

"It's just to be prepared." Fang Yi said honestly.

In Xuanyang Mountain, there is the Green Light Five Yuan Palace that conceals the aura. During the trip to Chiquan Mountain, the Kang family was wiped out and their bloodline was cut off. He also concealed his figure and did not reveal his name or appearance.

All you need is cooperation within the door, casting a wide net, and catching more fish.

The world of immortal cultivation in Dayun is too barren, and the materials for refining puppets are extremely scarce.

Fang Yi muttered to himself, "Fortunately, I'm good at manipulating people and puppets, and I can adapt to local conditions."

Third-level spiritual objects are hard to come by. If you don't use local materials, the accumulation of puppetry in previous lives is like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

The foundation-building master who brought the third-level monster beast and the Jindan real person who was in charge of Xuanyang Mountain were both the leaders of a sect.

But the degree of threat from Zoroastrianism, the Blue Water Pavilion, and many other hostile sects varies greatly.

The latter has almost no weaknesses. The Jindan Zhenren also has a third-level demon pet and has a bright future. If the Bishui Pavilion and the Zoroastrianism take action, it is very likely that a great Zhenren in the late Jindan stage will be dispatched.

As for the former, its weakness was too obvious, and the third-level monster was dragged down by its master's foundation-building cultivation.

Once you become famous, you may be able to get some top-notch talents.

Zhang Heng's eyes moved, sometimes looking at Xiao Changce, sometimes falling on Fang Yi.

Considering that Xiao Changce tried his best to deny that the two were related by blood, even if that were true, Xiao and Fang were still master and disciple.

Fang Yiyan's Dan Ning 'failed', but his pet demon Dan Ning advanced to the demon king, and the third-level demon beast also had Dan Ning combat power.

This not only reduces the possibility of Fang Yi competing with him for the power of Chunyang Peak, but also adds an extra True Dan combat power, which is a hundred benefits with no harm.

Sensing the palm-sized [Great Sky Shocking Cloud Boat] in his sleeve, the treasure ban was constantly being immersed in and refined.

Zhang Hengyi's brows were twisted into a knot, hesitant.

Being from the same lineage, as a cultivator who holds the sect's magic weapon, he does not want his identity as the head of the lineage to be shaken.

After a while, faced with the temptation of taking sole control of Chunyang Peak, he nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Fang. As the current head of the Ancestral Hall, I will talk to Senior Brother Tianque later."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Hengyi." Fang Yi's sleeves were wide and flowing, and he bowed his head in greeting. "My nephew, I will go and practice first."

The hazy magic barrier that separated the inside and the outside gradually dissipated, and a ray of spiritual light rushed out.

Changsun Jie was wearing a linen robe, had a thin figure and a mustache, and from time to time he teased the gray water-drawing leopard under his crotch.

His eyes were dull as he stroked the shiny fur of his demon pet.

"It's been over a month since I returned to Xuanyang Mountain, but why haven't any Jindan True Immortals invited me? Given my foundation, there should be cultivators in the sect who can come and negotiate peace.
Could it be that there was an accident?
The sect and the Bishui Pavilion were already sworn enemies, and now with one more True Pill, the Bishui Pavilion had one less. This increase and decrease significantly boosted their momentum.

If there is a chance, and we can find the flaws and wipe out the Bishui Pavilion, what kind of surprises can happen?"

"I'm sorry to have kept Junior Brother Changsun waiting for a long time." Fang Yi's words rang out from the spiritual light, and the spiritual light quickly swept up Changsun Jie and headed towards the foot of Chunyang Peak.
……

An hour later.

Along the bluestone road leading to the top of Chunyang Peak, tender bamboo shoots peek out.

The emerald green branches and leaves of the sacred bamboo sway, outlining a bamboo forest full of vitality filled with the chirping of insects and birds.

"arrive!"

A beam of light descended, bringing up a breeze that made the bamboo leaves rustle.

Fang Yi smiled as he looked at the rugged rocks of various shapes in the bamboo forest, guarding the three-level cave.

"Master Changsun, why do you have such a bitter face?"

Fang Yi looked at the cultivator beside him, with a slight curl of his lips, knowing that the news of the Jindan stage must not be leaked.

Chang Sun Jie, who knew that he had already condensed the elixir, naturally kept it by his side and took good care of it.

He waved his hand and threw out a red jade bead, which landed in the recessed area of ​​the restriction.

"Boom!"

【Xuan】【Ling】【Long】【Life】

Four huge inscriptions shot up into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. The spiritual energy accumulated over the years had condensed into spiritual beads.

Spirit beads of different sizes, emitting five-colored light, floated in the courtyard, like a starry sky, touching the heart.

Fang Yi stepped into the cave, patted the silver-white beast in his arms, and said, "Xiao Qi, the formation of this Xuanling Changsheng Mansion is not to my liking. Please rearrange it."

"Yes, sir," a clear female voice sounded.

Chang Sun Jie, who was wearing a linen robe, had a slightly changed expression, but in an instant, he returned to normal, standing with his hands hanging down, his attitude becoming more respectful.

“Master Changsun, stop pretending.

Xiao Qi has advanced to the third level of demon king. Soon the sect will announce this to boost the reputation.
As for Fang Mou's failure in condensing the pill, he needs to recuperate from his old injuries."

"Failed to condense the pill? You...you failed to condense the pill!?" Chang Sun Jie's face was gray and black, his palms were clenched into fists, and his fingertips were blue and white and about to crack.

'Oops! '

He thought to himself that this was not good. The more secrets Jindan Zhenren knew, the harder it would be for him to escape in the future.

When a real person abandons the Dan-forming ceremony, achieves success and fame, and reaps the glory of many spiritual objects, he must have a bigger plan.

And he - Changsun Jie, got involved in the undercurrent of the Jindan Zhenren.

"Master Fang, please spare my life." Chang Sun Jie knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground, his tone humble.

"My cultivation is shallow and I cannot withstand the strong winds and huge waves."

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled, not caring at all about Chang Sun Jie's submission.

A congenitally unlucky spirit body with a perfect foundation, such a top-notch talent is rarely found, so how could I let it go easily?

He patted Chang Sun Jie's shoulder, suppressed the desire to research in his eyes, and comforted him.

"Don't worry, nephew. I will let you go after this matter is resolved."

A bottle of amber spiritual brew appeared in his hand. Fang Yi changed the spell in his sleeve, and a faint, almost odorless fragrance filled the cave.

Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, illusion: Ten Thousand Leaves are not flowers.
“After the matter is accomplished, this bottle of Jiazi Spiritual Brew, Red Spring Spiritual Wine, will be given to my nephew.

After the fall of the Chiquan Kang family, I am the only one bottle left of this Jiazi Chiquan wine."

The depression on Chang Sun Jie's face gradually eased, his nose twitched slightly, and he intuitively felt that the person in front of him was trustworthy.

After hesitating for a while, he was tempted by the Red Spring Spirit Brew to make Yi Ning Dan, and half-reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if Master Fang has any instructions for you?"

Fang Yi knew that too much is as bad as too little, so he released the magic spell in his sleeve, and after increasing his favorability a little, he stopped using illusions.

'There is a long way to go. The spirit of innate bad luck has deep roots and is related to the way of fortune and misfortune.

If you can refine it into a third-level puppet and retain the characteristics of the spirit body, the benefits will be huge.

Fang Yi looked at the world of cultivation with a long gaze. The world of cultivation was vast and boundless, with countless cultivators. The more advanced the cultivators were, the more they believed in the theory of luck.

Each monk has great fortune and has great opportunities to turn misfortune into fortune, and they continue to rise.

He had met such a genius in his previous life. He rose like a meteor, was born as a casual cultivator, and had no Taoist inheritance, but he was able to condense his Nascent Soul at the age of three hundred.

'I have my own opportunity to practice the Sutra of Life and Death, and my life span will be long.

Take it step by step, don't rely on luck.

But if you have the spirit of bad luck in your hand, you can suppress the luck of those who are extremely lucky to normal levels.

Fang Yi felt a little resentful.

In his previous life, he was a Jindan Zhenren of the Mingquan Sect and was fearless. Over the past three hundred years, he had encountered such people with great fortune.

He had suffered a lot at that time, and one of his enemies had already condensed his Nascent Soul and became a local giant.
“Master Changsun, please find a courtyard to live in.

Later, the sect will send the Baiyi Hall's worshippers here to adjust the cave abode. You must explain it well."

As Fang Yi finished speaking, a ray of light rose.

"boom!"

The cave's magical restrictions were enforced, and the flags in the formation began to emit spiritual light, absorbing spiritual energy and isolating the inside and outside.

In the training room, Fang Yi pointed his finger, the magic formula in his hand changed, and the three runes on the golden elixir shone brightly.

The secret art of the Way of Wood: the method of withering and flourishing and restraining breath.

A half-green, half-yellow mark of ancient wood fell, covering the Seven Rings with a layer of invisible gauze, concealing the aura of the Third-Rank Demon King without revealing it at all.

"Xiao Qi, take this sound transmission jade talisman and use earth escape to a place a thousand miles away from Xuanyang Mountain."

Fang Yi took out a jade talisman from his sleeve. The inscriptions on the talisman flowed, and a series of magical prohibitions swallowed up the spiritual light, and attached to it was a cloud crane with its wings spread out, ready to fly.

"It's difficult for me to leave Chunyang Peak. After activating the sound transmission talisman, do not delay and return immediately."

"Be careful," he said, pausing slightly. "If any cultivators discover this, it's better to kill the wrong one than to let him go."

"Master, don't worry. Xiao Qi will never let anyone find out." Qi Jie's face was solemn. He opened his mouth and rolled up the jade slip with a piece of silk and swallowed it.

"call out!"

A silent ray of spiritual light fell into the ground.

Fang Yi nodded slightly. With the help of the Withering and Flourishing Breath-Concealing Technique, he used the Earth Escape Technique to transmit his knowledge underground, which was enough to ensure that no cultivator in Xuanyang Mountain would discover him.

"After that, we just need to wait for Senior Brother Gu to arrive."

A green cloud platform rose up, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, and the thumb-sized spiritual essence flew out of the storage bag, wrapped in the power of the soul.

"First refine the divine essence, which is close to the quasi-fourth-level divine soul and spirit object, and absolutely cannot be ignored."

He closed his eyes slightly, quietly comprehending the tiny specks of spiritual light in his sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing his soul.

Tianji Peak.

Tianquezi was wearing a plain white robe and had a head full of silver hair. He held a dove staff in one hand and a round treasure embryo in the other.

He was talking and laughing, and the tender and verdant Bodhi branch in the embryo, with seven leaves on each branch, emitted bursts of strange fragrance.

"Junior Brother Hengyi, Fang Yi really wants to do so. He is unwilling to organize the Dan Jin Ceremony in order to hunt monsters."

Zhang Hengyi's muscles tensed, Dakong Zhenyunzhou inhaled and exhaled spiritual light in his sleeves, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he fell into a semi-meditation.

Because of his special cultivation method and his expertise in the way of vitality, a top-grade magic weapon with matching attributes is too tempting to him.

"Junior Brother Fang is unwilling to reveal his cultivation level in order to hunt a third-level demon king and avoid interference from the Bishui Pavilion.

The third-level Wu Tubo's elixir-forming phenomenon still requires Senior Brother to expend his energy."

Tianquezi pondered for a moment and then agreed.

No matter which real person in the sect wants to hunt the third-level Wood Demon King, he will lend a hand.

"This matter is simple. The previous generation of Tianquezi has already set up a third-order maze array.

Then, we can ask a real person to stir up the spiritual energy and make it look real."

"Thank you, senior brother. Hengyi will go back and tell Junior Brother Fang the good news." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hengyi had already turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the distance.

Looking at the escaping light that disappeared from his sight in a few breaths, Tianquezi shook his head slightly.

“His character is still lacking, and condensing the golden elixir is the sect’s hope.

If I really wanted to use you as a sacrifice, it wouldn't have happened today."

"Master, the cultivator you are looking for is here." Xiao Mo, dressed in a gray robe, bowed slightly and looked at the magic ban in front of him.

"Come in." Tianquezi swept his spiritual sense and saw more than ten cultivators.

Many monks, some with childish faces, some wearing high crowns and ancient clothes, and some with long swords on their waists and resolute faces.
But without exception, they were all at the foundation-building stage, their Qi was pure, and their bodies were filled with the Qi of plants and trees.
Tianquezi put away the blood-red Bodhi branch, looked kind, and slowly walked out of the forbidden area.

"My fellow disciples, you are all foundation-building cultivators within the sect, with deep roots. I wish to accept one more person to inherit the opportunity I gained in my early years."

Looking at the ecstatic monk, Tianquezi had a kind look in his eyes, and more than ten tender and juicy Bodhi branches appeared in his hands.

"This is a Bodhi branch, a seed of a top-grade magical instrument. You can use it as your own magical instrument and refine it."

Seven days later.

"Boom!"

In Xuanyang Mountain, the spiritual energy of the Five Yuan Palace exploded, and a series of hard and soft spiritual consciousnesses rose up, and sounds of astonishment were heard.

"Failed to condense the pill? Not even the fake pill condensed?"

Tianji Peak, next to a remote pine forest, has a three-story courtyard with a gurgling stream.

Xiao Mo held a pure bottle in his hand, and a drop of spiritual water fell on the Bodhi branch.

"Brother Yan, you have forged a mid-level Dao foundation and are also a cultivator with wood spiritual roots. You must seize this opportunity presented by Master Tianque."

There is a black jade pendant on Xiao Yan's left ear, which reflects a faint light when he turns his head, like a cold moon and green bamboo, tenacious and unyielding.

"Don't worry, brother. I will definitely seize this opportunity."

A red light flashed across and turned into a jade talisman that fell down. Xiao Mo held the jade talisman in his hand, and after a few breaths, his face showed great joy.

"Fang Yi failed to condense the pill?!
God is truly merciful and has blessed the Xiao family cultivators."

As the founder of the Xiao family, Xiao Mo naturally knew that the Master Hengyi of the Patriarchal Hall wanted to push Fang Yi to compete for the position of the head of the sect.

Now, the pill has failed to form, and everything is over.

He carefully took out a red jade slip from his sleeve.

"Puchi!" A mouthful of blood hit the jade slip.

"Cry!" A long and distant cry was heard, and the red-feathered eagle turned and flapped its wings.

“Ancestor Xiao Lie, Fang Yi failed to condense the pill, so there is no need to worry about him anymore.

In addition, Master Tianque intends to accept another disciple, and Xiao Yan from the clan and several cultivators from the sect have been selected for testing..."

The next day, the moon was high in the sky.

"boom!"

In Xuanyang Mountain, brown evil energy was flowing, and the wild energy rose again from the Wuyuan Palace.

"Monster condenses pills? That's not where Fang Yi condenses pills, how could this happen?"

On Tianji Peak, under the illumination of the green spiritual light of the Bodhi branch magic weapon, Xiao Mo's face was extremely gloomy.

(End of this chapter)