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

Chapter 590 Meeting Yang Caier, Feng Shui Formation
Three days later.

Thousands of miles away in the Xuanyang Mountains, in a rugged cave, a small silver-white beast curled up into a round ball.

"arrive!"

When the golden light fell, Gu Jiushang had returned to his original appearance, with a slender and upright figure, wearing a green robe, and a small black pot slung around his waist, with a faint smell of fireworks.

He walked briskly and hummed a little tune, rarely revealing his true appearance. He felt that his magic power was three times smoother.

"Xiao Qi, long time no see. Gu's cooking skills have improved, so I brought some top-quality spiritual food. Xiao Qi, you must try some."

The round ball moved, and two bright black pupils appeared from its silver fur.

Recalling the spiritual food cooked by Gu Jiushang, Qijie's silver head swayed up and down, leaving an afterimage.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

"Butler Gu, give it to me quickly! You don't even know what a dull life I've been leading in Xuanyang Mountain!

Quick! Take out the delicacies! "

Gu Jiushang chuckled and took out a bowl filled with brown spiritual rice from his storage bag. The grains of spiritual rice were plump and glowed with the light of Wu Earth, which made people's appetites grow.

"Second-level superior spiritual food: five-spice rice.

This spiritual food replenishes vital energy and cleanses impurities in magical power. Taking it regularly will also have significant benefits for the magical bodies of third-level monsters.

And this taste is enough to make you linger on it!"

The rich aroma of rice, carrying the mellow energy of the earth, hits you in the face.

"Gulu!"

Qijie stared at the bowl intently, swallowed hard, then kicked off with both feet, pounced towards the bowl, and opened his mouth wide.

"Hmm?" The cute little beast took a bite of the spirit rice, its dark pupils filled with disbelief.

"Pffffffffffffffff!!"

Grains of plump rice were ejected from Qijie's distorted face.

"What a wicked thing!

Gu Jiu hurt you, you wicked thing! !
Is this unforgettable? You told me it is unforgettable! "

A strong bitter taste, entangled with sour energy, permeates the stone forest.

Gu Jiushang smiled and tried his best to suppress his shoulders from shaking.

"Xiao Qi, it took me a lot of effort to collect these second-grade, top-grade chicory roots and black monkshood.

Then add bitter melon, five-astringent rice, and green dried juice
In terms of the bitterness, it is unprecedented and unparalleled, so how can it not be said to leave a lasting aftertaste? "

"Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!" Qijie kept spitting out plump rice grains from his mouth. After his demonic power washed over it inch by inch dozens of times, the bitter smell was still extremely pungent.

He became more and more disgusted. As a third-level monster, he had a clear mind and could naturally sense the benefits of this spiritual food.

But, the smell is really bad!
The taboo on the bowl faded away, and the bitter aura, with a faint smell of grass and trees, became more pungent.

Gu Jiushang straightened his clothes, smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, looked solemn, raised his hand and saluted, congratulating.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Qijie, your elixir has reached the sixth level, condensing into a demon elixir. From now on, your path will be vast and your lifespan will be long."

"Thank you, Daoist Gu, for your congratulations!"

Qijie's face was solemn. He bowed in return and then spoke angrily.

"That's it?
It's the golden day for me to condense my elixir, and you want me to eat this stuff?"

“Roll, roll, roll!

Don’t learn anything else from that wicked Fang Yi, and make spiritual food, not medicinal food.

Even when making medicinal food, the color, aroma and taste should be taken into consideration.

Your blackhead rice is only lustful and tempting people to take the bait!
Such a wicked thing!"

Gu Jiushang shrugged his shoulders. He did not lie to Xiaoqi.

However, seeing Qijie's face becoming increasingly ugly, his demonic power surging, and wanting to teach him a lesson, he took out a brocade bag embroidered with grains from his waist.

"Xiao Qi doesn't like this five-spice rice, but this newly cooked seven-colored Jiahe rice should be to your liking."

"Seven colors? Jiahe?" The silver-white little beast took the brocade bag and learned from its mistakes.

She carefully took out seven different kinds of spiritual rice from the Seven-Colored Spiritual Valley and chewed them slowly.

"Gurgle!" Seven different fragrances echoed in her mouth, and her dark eyes lit up.

"nice one!"

The jade-colored silk thread rolled up a handful of spiritual rice and dropped it into his mouth.

"Chew! Chew! Chew!"

"Puff!" The fragrance suddenly faded away, and the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors, with a faint Taoist charm, came at the same time.

Qijie's eyes were filled with tears, and he said angrily with a hint of grievance.

“The Tibetan flavor method!

Gu Jiushang, you lied to me again!!!"

The bright moon hangs high in the sky above Xuanyang Mountain.

In the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, a cold aura dissipated, and a crystal ice bridge continued to extend from the sky.

Chang Sun Jie, who was dressed in linen clothes, shuddered and looked at the graceful figure on the ice bridge with a wary expression.

"Which fellow disciple is visiting? Senior Brother Fang is in seclusion recuperating and cannot see guests. Please go back!"

"Healing?" Heavy snow fell, dyeing the bamboo forest white.

Yang Cai'er was wearing a wide-sleeved robe woven from ice silk in the pattern of "Thousand Layers of Snow", with jade bracelets on her hands. The corners of her lips were naturally slightly drooping, revealing a hint of world-weariness.

"Brother Fang, are you so badly injured?"

She opened her red lips slightly and a cold voice sounded.

"Junior Brother Changsun, please inform me that Yang Cai'er from Bingpo Peak is visiting."

"I don't see you, I don't see you. I don't care if you're Ice Soul Peak or Flame Peak."

Chang Sun Jie's face was full of annoyance. He waved his hands repeatedly and a token rose from his sleeve.

"My fellow disciple, if you don't leave now, don't blame me for activating the ban and notifying the sect's law enforcement hall.

By then, the situation will not be so simple!"

Yang Caier's face turned cold, and a moon blade flew out from her sleeve. The cold and gloomy energy filled the sky and the earth, changing the solar terms.

"When did such a female cultivator appear in our sect? Didn't the Cold Mirror of Bingpo Peak fail to condense the pill?"

Chang Sun Jie was startled, and his robe protected his body by itself, turning into thick light curtains.

"Junior Sister Yang, it's been a while since we last met. Why are you acting so unrestrained in front of my cave?"

Fang Yi chuckled, and the layers of restrictions faded away. A ray of vitality fell and turned into a narrow path.

After putting away the Moon Blade magic weapon, a hint of warmth appeared in Yang Caier's cold pupils.

"Brother Fang, it's been a long time since we last met."

Her lotus steps swayed, and ice crystals continued to spread under her feet. In a few breaths, she had followed the narrow path and entered the cave.

"This Fang Yi, has such a stunning mistress?" Chang Sun Jie stroked his mustache, puzzled.

"Ice beauty, what a blessing."

Yang Cai'er stopped beside the shimmering lotus pond, scanned with her spiritual sense, and felt Fang Yi's depressed aura, her brows furrowed.

Although she wondered why Fang Yi was so badly injured, Yang Caier did not ask directly out of consideration for his reputation.

With a wave of her white hand, a pill bottle carved from cold jade appeared in her palm.

“Brother Fang, I have an extra Cold Marrow Pill in my hand, but it’s not very useful.

This pill has the effect of nourishing the meridians and healing the soul. Brother Fang should take it quickly to avoid any hidden injuries that will affect your path."

Fang Yi's heart trembled slightly. The third-level low-grade elixir is good at healing the soul and nourishing the meridians. It is also very beneficial for Jindan Zhenren.

How could this Cold Marrow Pill be redundant?
He hadn't encountered such pure kindness without asking for anything in return for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

"No need." Fang Yi resolutely refused. "Junior Sister Yang, this cold marrow pill is not very effective."

Yang Caier was about to speak to persuade him again when a ray of vigorous and long-lasting vitality fell before her eyes.

"Brother, have you recovered? Never mind, I was just being sentimental."

Fang Yi frowned, his consciousness shifted, and he spoke. "Junior Sister Yang, there seems to be something wrong with your energy.
Ice spiritual root?
No, Junior Sister, you clearly have water spiritual roots. Even if you practiced the Ice Dao technique, how could you feel such a bone-piercing coldness?"

Yang Cai'er's expression changed slightly, and she spoke. "Brother, this matter involves the sect's secrets, and I cannot tell you.
Since Senior Brother is fine, Junior Sister will go ahead."

Before he finished speaking, the cold light turned into a chill and left in a hurry.

"This is a second-level ice plum gifted to Xiao Qi. It's sweet and sour, and has the effect of cleansing the body.

Brother, remember to give it to Xiao Qi and wish her success in condensing the pill on my behalf."

Fang Yi looked at the escaping light with a dim gaze, which disappeared from his sight in an instant, but did not stop it.

"Knowing that Xiao Qi had condensed a True Pill, all the fake Dan cultivators in the sect were ordered to keep quiet. Which True Dan cultivator told Junior Sister Yang about this? And this cultivation level is not right..."

He was puzzled. Yang Caier's aura showed that she was at the eighth level of foundation building, but the bone-chilling coldness was already exceeding the limit of foundation building.

"The aura of True Man Jiuhan is also somewhat similar. Is it some kind of secret inheritance?

Has the origin of the Dharma body changed?"

"Master Fang, a monk from Baiyi Tower is here to visit!" Changsun Jie's voice came from outside the forbidden area.

Fang Yi's Qi was restrained, his face turned pale again, and his limbs acted weak.

He murmured in his heart. "After the cave is arranged, go and ask Zhang Hengyi and Xiao Changce
Even if this matter is somewhat secretive, how deeply can the Foundation Establishment Master be involved?

Fang Yi calmed himself down and opened the magic ban with the help of a wooden stick.

Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Fang Yi leaned on a wooden stick and covered his mouth and nose with a silk scarf. After coughing a few times, the plain white silk scarf was stained with a glaring scarlet color.

"Greetings, Junior Brother Yun. I'd like to thank you for taking care of the Feng Shui of my cave."

Yun Qiuya was wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with butterfly patterns, and holding a palm-sized feng shui plate engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

"Greetings, Master Fang Yi!"

He bowed slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity about this cultivator who had failed to achieve Dan formation but still enjoyed a third-level cave dwelling.

As an old man from Xuanyang Mountain, although he was only at the seventh level of foundation building, he had not made any progress in half a century.

However, his attainments as a Feng Shui master approaching the quasi-third level made his status comparable to that of Jiadan Zhenren.

But even so, he is not qualified to occupy a third-level cave.

"Brother Fang, don't worry. I have been practicing for two hundred years. Although my cultivation level is not as high as yours, I am making great progress.

But in terms of Feng Shui, I am the most respected in the sect."

Yun Qiuya said with pride that Xuanyang had a quasi-third-level Feng Shui inheritance.

But there is not a single quasi-third-level Feng Shui master.

"Brother Fang, don't look down on me!"

"Junior Brother Yun misunderstood."

Fang Yi smiled gently and gracefully, not caring about Yun Qiuya's collision.

He had also heard of the cultivator Yun Qiuya, who had been practicing Feng Shui in Xuanyang Mountain for nearly two hundred years since he was a child.

If his spiritual roots were not weak, but were of low grade, his cultivation would be slow, and he would have encountered bottlenecks. The real people in the sect would have already used up their spiritual objects and pushed him to the level of a fake pill.

A quasi-third-level Feng Shui master who adjusts wind and gathers water, turns disasters into blessings, and although the changes cannot be seen for the time being, he can bless the future generations and increase the foundation of Xuanyang Mountain.

"It's not the best, Brother Fang, please don't disturb me while I'm observing the spiritual veins."

Yun Qiuya snorted lightly, took a step forward, and the golden pointer on the Feng Shui compass in his hand kept turning.

He stopped pinching his fingertips, and the light power of the wind spirit intertwined with the vast power of the water spirit. A feng shui trend chart gradually took shape on the compass.

Fang Yi tapped the bamboo stick in his hand lightly, and the clouds and fog dissipated, and the magic ban completely disappeared.

During these days, he had read many rare ancient books in the Sutra Library and learned a lot about the foundation of Xuanyang Mountain.

There are many cultivators like Yun Qiuya who are good at cultivating various arts in Xuanyang Mountain.

As far as he knew, a Jindan Zhenren opened up a cave as a place for cultivation.

As per custom, the head of Xuanyang Mountain would dispatch monks from Baiyi Tower to adjust the spiritual veins, plant suitable spiritual objects, and arrange formations with matching properties.

Only weapon refiners, formation masters, spiritual plant masters, and feng shui masters who have reached at least the quasi-third level can be worshipped in the Baiyi Building.

When these cultivators who are proficient in all kinds of arts join forces and bless each other, they can at least enable Jindan Zhenren to absorb and exhale spiritual energy and increase the speed of their cultivation by 60% to 10%.

Don't underestimate this success. After a Jindan Zhenren condenses the elixir, he will have a lifespan of at least three hundred years.

If one practices diligently and improves day by day, many people will become real cultivators after half a decade, which is a full thirty years of cultivation.

This disguised form of prolonging life is the foundation that only top sects can accumulate over time.

"Yang Xuanyi, we should take this road." Fang Yi walked lightly in the cave with Yun Qiuya.

One day later.

Fang Yi's consciousness trembled slightly, and he felt the familiar aura.

'Xiao Qi is back'

His eyelids drooped, feeling the demonic energy from the ground, his eyes slightly closed, hiding the gleam in his pupils.

'Xiao Qi has handed over the corpse bag containing Chi Yin to Jiu Shang, and now he just has to wait for good news to clear his suspicion.

My Xuanling Changsheng Mansion is not far from the stone path of Chunyang Mountain, so it is convenient for us to do things.

Fang Yi's mind turned, and he regained his innocent look and asked.

"Junior Brother Yun, what are the feng shui trends and the fortunes of my cave?
Senior brother once met junior brother Kou Yuan in the market town.

I wonder if I should ask Junior Brother Dilongzi for help. I heard he is good at earth veins."

Yun Qiuya paused, swung his sleeves, and spoke with disdain.

"Kou Yuan?
The old ghost is now nearing the end of his life, and is hiding in a cave to teach his good-for-nothing offspring.

You are just a Foundation Establishment Master, so you can’t invite him.”

He raised his voice slightly, disparagingly saying, "That old fellow is only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

Relying on the quasi-magical weapon, the longitude and latitude sextant, he barely made it into the ranks of the second-grade top-grade geomancer.

How can I compare to you? I am only a hair's breadth away from reaching the quasi-third level of Feng Shui skills."

When Fang Yi saw Yun Qiuya being provoked, he understood that people in the same industry were indeed enemies.

He added fuel to the fire.

“But I heard from you that the third-level cave dwelling built by Junior Brother Kou Yuan can increase the cultivation speed of a Jindan Zhenren by 10%.

Therefore, he was praised by the Taoist masters in the sect and was given the ability to attract the earth's energy, and was given the name "Earth Dragon Son."

"Earth Dragon Son!" Yun Qiuya gritted his teeth. Since practicing till now, Kou Yuan has become famous for his Taoist name and has been praised by others.

His own cultivation and knowledge of Feng Shui are clearly higher, but he has no Taoist name.

This has always been a thorn in his heart, like a thorn stuck in his throat, and he will feel better only if he gets rid of it.

He cursed angrily. "That was that old bastard Kou Yuan, using the power of a magic weapon.

Even without the longitude and latitude sextant, Yun Mou's cultivation level is still capable of this!"

Fang Yi took out a fist-sized piece of spiritual jade from his sleeve and spoke politely.

"As a token of my appreciation, I'd like to thank Junior Brother Yun for arranging the Feng Shui formations to help my cave abode enhance my cultivation capabilities and elevate them to their limit."

"You're provoking me?!" After all, Yun Qiuya was a cultivator who had practiced Feng Shui to the point where he was almost at the third level. How could he be so stupid?

He came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and looked at Fang Yi with dissatisfaction.

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, with a hint of distrust.

"If Junior Brother Yun is unwilling, I will ask Senior Uncle Hengyi to step in. I think Kou Yuan will give me some face."

"Hmph!" Yun Qiuya snorted coldly and waved his hand to snatch the spiritual jade.

“How can that old man compare to me, who is steady and has a deep foundation?

Leave it to me, I will definitely handle this matter beautifully for you. The feng shui formation of this cave is definitely top-notch."

Looking at Yun Qiuya, whose hair and beard were flying and who was activating the compass magic weapon with all his strength, Fang Yi nodded slightly in his heart.

"I've taken the bait. There's no problem with the cave's feng shui formation."

He didn't want to reveal his cultivation level, but he also didn't want the feng shui formation of his cave to be inferior.

Only Yun Qiuya himself knows how much effort the Feng Shui master has put in and whether he has given his all.

As the first Feng Shui skill to be used, the difference between the top Feng Shui formation and the barely qualified Feng Shui formation in promoting cultivation is almost double.

Xuanyang Mountain is thousands of miles away.

A graceful female cultivator with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, crystal-clear and smooth skin, as white as jade, wearing an apricot-yellow long skirt, and a sinister corpse-refining bag slung around her waist.

He looked strange and a rough male voice sounded.

"I should have known not to tease Xiao Qi with the five-spice rice. This pearl that conceals the body has transformed into a female cultivator.
Alas, the Blood and Bone Reunion jewels are expensive and cannot be used again, so I have to be patient for a while.

I don't know where the master got this strange and magical object from."

"Cough! Cough!"

After two light coughs, the rough male voice gradually became charming and gentle. Gu Jiushang's eyes narrowed slightly and he continued to walk towards the Dadu Ancient City.

"Send Xiao Lie to his own death as soon as possible to help the master take the position of the head of the sect."

(End of this chapter)