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

Chapter 591: Xuantian sprouts, the soul grows

Three days later.

Thousands of miles away from Xuanyang Mountain, Gu Jiushang, with her black hair draped over her shoulders and wearing an apricot-yellow long skirt, gathered her aura and rushed through the air.

On the tracking and searching bead in his sleeve, a red light dot kept flickering.

"This is!"

Looking at the cold light approaching in the air, he bowed his head to show respect and murmured in his heart.

"Jiedan Zhenren?"

In the cold light of escape, on a crystal clear flying boat, Xiao Lie's eyes swept over the graceful female cultivator standing in the air.

"A female cultivator at the ninth level of foundation building, has never been heard of in the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World?"

Under normal circumstances he would have investigated a few things, but now that it involved younger disciples, he smiled with a hint of humility as he complimented the Jindan Zhenren beside him.

"Brother Jiuhan, this time, I, as a disciple of my clan, would like you to put in a good word for Brother Tianque."

True Man Jiuhan thought of the thousand-year-old Ice Mother lying in the storage bag, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Junior Brother Xiao Lie, I'll need your help with this matter. As for Senior Brother Tian Que, I'll speak up for you."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jiuhan." Xiao Lieyan smiled and felt a little relieved.

Yan Youtai and Hu Lei Zhenren were unwilling to help, but he had been the head of Xuanyang Mountain for more than a hundred years and naturally had some experience.

Even though the third-order ice mother who was presented to True Man Jiuhan was discovered by the Foundation Establishment Master in the secret realm, he used some means to intercept her.

Looking at the escaping light in the distance, Gu Jiushang breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt annoyed.

How did Xiao Lie get involved with Jiu Han?

A True Dan Zhenren in the early stage of Jindan, and a Fake Dan cultivator with many years of experience, only Chi Yin and I can't defeat them.

He did not make a move until the cold light disappeared from his sight.

'Now let me tell you first, to avoid any complications and to avoid being caught off guard by this matter.
This shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't all the immortals in Xuanyang Mountain know about the master's condensed pill?'

The next day, the bright moon set in the west, and a warm orange-red light appeared in the sky.

In Xuanling Changsheng Mansion, a Feng Shui compass was emitting spiritual light, and the golden pointer was constantly turning.

Yun Qiuya's robe fluttered, and magical weapons flew out from his sleeves, transforming into thirty-six dragon-fixing stakes.

"Boom!"

The gilded dragon-fixing stake fell into the earth's veins, causing the ground to shake and crack, and rich spiritual energy surged out like a tide.

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

Yun Qiuya waved his sleeve to wipe away the sweat from his temples, his chest breathing heavily like a bellows.

He held his composure, his back straight, his robe fluttering in the wind, emitting a three-foot-long radiance, and he exuded the demeanor of a master.

"Junior Brother Fang, I have placed thirty-six Dragon-Fixing Pillars in your cave to constantly adjust your Feng Shui fortune.

After that, the other fellow Taoists in Baiyi Building will take action to set up the spiritual energy refining formation and plant the spiritual plants and ancient trees that can nourish the spirit."

Looking at Yun Qiuya, whose eyes were burning with inexplicable anticipation, Fang Yi understood and praised him.

“Qiuya’s Feng Shui is profound, far surpassing Kou Yuan’s.

In my opinion, the title of Earth Dragon Son should be given to my junior fellow apprentice."

The corners of Yun Qiuya's mouth were naturally upturned, as bright as an old chrysanthemum.

"No! No! Senior Brother Fang, you are too kind. Junior Brother Kou Yuan's attainments in Feng Shui are not as good as mine.

But in the end he was worthy of the name Earth Dragon Son."

"I'll go ahead." Yun Qiuya held the spiritual jade in his sleeve, and his steps became lighter.

This time he used his best skills, and after deducting the spiritual objects and magical instruments provided by the sect, he also made a lot of money himself. Including the second-grade high-quality spiritual object in his sleeve, he barely earned his hard work fee.

But as long as he could defeat Kou Yuan, he would be happy.

Looking at the figure walking away in the breeze, Fang Yi sighed.

"The road ahead is hopeless, all I can do is strive for a good reputation after death.

Although Feng Shui has infinite uses, cultivation is ultimately the most important thing.”

A few moments.

There are seals on rare flowers and plants, ginseng, sesame and horses in the ancient building.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, feeling the abundant spiritual power in the garden. The three-level spiritual fields of several acres became more and more fertile as the earth's energy accumulated.

"A third-level spiritual vein combined with a third-level medicinal field, I wonder if it can nourish Xuantian spiritual roots."

His eyes were deep. The [Scripture of Life and Death] placed more emphasis on understanding the changes of the four seasons, the meaning of growth and death, and improvement in cultivation depended on the hard work accumulated over time.

Jiyun Qiuya put all his effort into it, and cultivation only took up a small part of it. The most important thing was to cultivate the Xuantian spiritual roots.

In the dantian, a thumb-sized green golden elixir was rotating, constantly refining the pure magic power.

The three ancient runes on the golden elixir collided, sometimes turning into a Dharma wheel that rotated withering and flourishing, and sometimes turning into an ancient tree that evolved life and death.

When condensing the elixir, with the help of the Xuantian Spirit Seed, Fang Yi's golden elixir actually evolved innate magical powers similar to those of a third-level demon king.

This inexplicable magical power is not a killing power, nor does it have any defensive capabilities, but with its blessing, the power of ordinary third-level wood path spells has greatly increased, almost capable of displaying the power of a magical technique.

Fang Yi attached great importance to this. It was an ordinary third-level spell with considerable power.

However, it is of little use in the battles between Jindan cultivators, and can only provide some auxiliary function at most.

When Jindan Zhenren fight, the winner is determined by the level of their cultivation.

After that, it depends on the quality of the cultivator’s elixir, his foundation in martial arts, and his accumulation of magic weapons and secret techniques.

Fang Yizicen said that in terms of elixir quality, the first-grade golden elixir is the best in the entire world of immortal cultivation, not to mention in Dayun.

And the magic weapon?
After all, Dayun is too barren, and low-level spiritual objects are enough.

Even with the help of Xuanyang Mountain, he still couldn't find any spiritual objects of the third or fourth level to continue refining his natal treasure.

"Not to mention the rarer withering and flourishing spiritual wood, even ordinary third-tier spiritual woods are being competed for with the Jade Blood Bodhi Branch from Tianji Peak.
My elixir hasn't been formed for long, and my foundation is shallow, so I can't compete with Tianquezi."

The Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner fluttered behind him, the three treasure bans were completed, and the runes collided with each other, as if a new treasure ban was generated.

The power of the magic weapon continued to increase, the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner vibrated, the fourth treasure ban collapsed, and the aura fell again.

"Due to the limitations of its material, the Withered and Flourishing Banner is only a hair's breadth away from being a mid-grade magical weapon. But this hair's breadth is a world of difference."

Although Fang Yi was valued by Huang Guangsheng, he ultimately failed to inherit the Dharma lineage of the Patriarchal Hall.

The sect's treasure, the Dakong Zhenyun Boat, is not in his hands.

"Besides, the Great Sky Shocking Cloud Boat is a wind and thunder treasure, which is incompatible with my attributes.
If I could get the Jade Blood Bodhi Branch."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. Tianquezi's cultivation level was at the late stage of the Jindan stage, and he was no match for him.

He concealed his cultivation level because he actually planned to kill the third-level wood demon king, not to deceive Tianque.

After the golden elixir was condensed, the natal magic weapon was also cleansed by the elixir energy, and the treasure ban was condensed quickly.

However, after all, the material used to refine the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner is limited. If one wants to make up for it, it will take a long time and continuous refining, using water-grinding techniques to slowly improve the quality of the treasure banner.

Or you can use the wood refining method to refine new wood spiritual objects.

"I don't know if this third-level spiritual vein, combined with the third-level medicinal field and the blessing of the third-level top-grade earthly soil, can make the Xuantian spiritual root grow again."

Fang Yi's eyes were filled with anticipation. When it came to spiritual objects of the Wood Dao, no other spiritual object could compare with the Xuantian spiritual root.

If the Xuantian spiritual root can grow, it will be of great benefit to the improvement of one's innate magical powers or the practice of offering sacrifices to the Xujie Kurong Banner.

"Xiao Qi, set up the formation to conceal the aura."

Qijie crawled out from the ground, shook his shiny fur, and opened his mouth to spit out a magic weapon with a map of mountains and rivers.

The magic weapon gave off shadows of layers of mountains and rivers, and brown array patterns spread out. Then the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd fell into the array, and yellow sand spewed out.

After the formation was complete, Fang Yi activated the Ruins of the World's Withering and Flourishing Banner, and half a portion of the spiritual soil flew out, carrying a vine with a mysterious aura. Fang Yi first sprinkled half a portion of the earthly primordial soil, with plump grains, into the medicine field, waiting until the earth's aura within the field took on the shape of a dragon.

He carefully manipulated the Xuantian spiritual root and dropped it into the core of the third-level medicine field where the earth energy was the richest.

The five-foot-long vines, surrounded by vast and mysterious aura, fell into the spiritual soil.

"Crash!"

The branches and leaves are waving, and the slender roots are moving through the brown spiritual field, growing continuously.

"It's done!"

Feeling the energy of Xuantian's spiritual roots rising continuously, Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a three-foot-long brilliance.

He sat cross-legged, practicing the [Life and Death Sutra], and his Qi was connected with the Xuantian spiritual root.

"Crash!"

The surging magic power circulates within the eight extraordinary meridians like a tide, continuously absorbing the energy from the spiritual roots.

With each cycle of his magic, his power became more refined, and his soul took on a jade-like luster.

The thumb-sized spiritual essence was wrapped in the spiritual power and was quickly refined.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Fang Yi was overjoyed. This method of refining the spiritual marrow would greatly benefit his spirit and soul. Even though he had a deep foundation, it would still take him ten years of hard work to slowly grind it out.

Now with the help of Xuantian spiritual root, the refined spiritual marrow has shrunk visibly with the naked eye.

Ten days later.

In the Xuanling Changsheng Garden, Changsun Jie, dressed in a linen robe, looked at the branches and leaves of dozens of Qingxin bamboos in the courtyard, which were slightly withered and yellow.

"How dare you choose inferior quality for this second-level Qingxin Bamboo? Even the nearly third-level Biyin Qingxin Bamboo is like this?
Do you think my Xuanling Changsheng Mansion is easy to bully?"

Chang Sun Jie's gaze fell on the sacred bamboo in the bamboo forest, with its twisted roots and lush green branches and leaves.

There was a gleam in his eyes. His spiritual body was special, so he could see through the hidden withering and yellowing meaning in the spiritual bamboo.

"Liang Qu, you act so recklessly and disrespect the orders of the Jindan Masters in your sect. Aren't you afraid of being visited by the Heavenly Punishment Hall?"

"I'm also quite curious, Junior Brother Liang, I haven't offended you, right?"

Fang Yi, wearing a jade crown and a green robe, walked slowly out of the garden.

Within ten days, with the help of Xuantian spiritual root, he had completely refined the cleansing spirit essence. Although his soul was a little weak, he had already entered the third level of Jindan realm.

Liang Qu was wearing a short shirt, holding a magic hoe, and dressed like an old farmer.

As a quasi-third-level spiritual plant master, he smiled bitterly.

"Brother Fang, I have also received guidance from Master Guangsheng, and I am not someone who doesn't know how to repay his kindness.

But the spiritual plants provided by the sect are really only of this grade, and I have done my best."

He pondered for a moment, thinking of Huang Guangsheng's guidance, and spoke in a low voice.

“The sect originally prepared the Qingyin Bamboo, which is a top-tier item among the quasi-third-level items.

But a while ago, Sect Leader Xiao returned and exchanged for a batch of spiritual wood. Although the grade is the same, "

Liang Qu's lips moved as he began to transmit sound. After a while, a brown light rose from the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

Fang Yi had a dim gaze, holding a jade talisman for transmitting sound in his sleeve.

'Xiao Lie?
Is this the way to pass off inferior goods as good ones and rely on the power of the head of the sect?

Chang Sun Jie stood with his hands hanging down and spoke cautiously.

"Master Fang, do you want me to visit Sect Leader Xiao? Although this Qingxin Bamboo seems to be full of vitality, it will wither in half a year at most."

"No need." Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

Xiao Lie followed the sect's order and sent a quasi-third-level spiritual wood. Although its vitality was dim, it was finally sent.

He has the protection of Tianquezi and has a relationship with True Man Jiuhan, who intends to make things difficult for him.

Even if he was willing to take action, it would be difficult for Xiao Lie to kill him because he had the protection of his position as the head of the sect.

"You go and deliver the visiting card. I will visit Senior Brother Jiuhan on a chosen day."

On Bingpo Peak, the cold wind was blowing like a long sword made of black iron, constantly washing the monks coming and going.

In the cold plum forest, an old woman was hunched over.

The long gray hair of the man in the cold mirror was casually tied up with half a dead vine. The broken hair was like snow and hung down on the side of his neck. A sword scar was faintly visible on his neck.

"I spent quite a bit of money to buy the Cold Marrow Pill. Cai'er, are you relieved?"

"Everything is done. Thank you for your concern, Master." Yang Caier's eyes were ruthless and cold, filled with determination.

Han Jing's body was bent even more, and his words were filled with kindness.

“Although our lineage has been passed down for three hundred years, it has only begun to flourish since Master Jiuhan condensed his True Pill over a hundred years ago.

After all, its foundation is not as good as the three main veins of Xuanyang Mountain.

I have used up another spiritual material to help me form the elixir, otherwise why would I need to take such a risk?"

The eye sockets of the man in the cold mirror were deep, like a dried-up ancient well. Although he had failed to form the elixir, his whole body was filled with a freezing aura, which was terrifyingly cold.

Her eyelids drooped but could not hide the brilliance in her eyes. She clapped her skinny hands, and a piece of ice crystal covered with sharp edges floated in the air, giving off a chilling chill.

“If it weren’t for the help from Sect Leader Xiao Lie, I wouldn’t have known that there was this Millennium Ice Mother in our sect.

If you fail to use this Ice Soul Mysterious Coffin Secret Technique, you will die. If Cai'er regrets it now,

“No need for that. Dan-forming spiritual objects are hard to come by, and I don’t know when I can prepare them all.

Rather than doing that, it’s better to give it a try.”

Yang Caier's face was cold as she untied the Shuiyun satin around her waist. The Qianxue wide-sleeved robe woven with ice silk slid down her creamy skin.

She held the thousand-year-old Ice Mother in her arms and sank barefoot into the bottomless cold spring.

Hairpin, robe.
As the clothes fell off piece by piece, the chill of the Millennium Ice Mother became more and more oppressive, and layers of fine ice crystals formed on the delicate skin.

Her face was purple and her whole body was trembling, but she never used her magic power to escape and slowly sank into the depths of the cold spring.

On Bingpo Peak, a biting cold wind was blowing, but the two monks ignored the biting cold wind.

True Man Jiuhan, dressed in a frosty robe, looked helpless as he spoke.

"Junior Brother Fang, it's not that I want to make things difficult for you, but this involves the inheritance of the Taoist tradition.

Xiao Lie has a piece of thousand-year-old ice mother, which can at least help Cai Er overcome the inner demon tribulation and increase his chances of survival by 30%.
Senior brother owes him such a big favor.

Cai'er and Junior Brother have been friends for over a hundred years, so I hope Junior Brother will give way."

Fang Yi sensed Yang Caier's constantly fluctuating aura, his face gloomy, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

After a while, he left a word and then disappeared in a flash of light.

"Junior Brother Xiao, this is indeed a good method."

In the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

The green light fell, and Fang Yi, with a gloomy face, slowly stepped into the forbidden area.

"Xiao Lie is quite capable of ruling Xuanyang Mountain for so many years. I wonder how many other Jindan True Immortals are related to him."

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly, his eyes cold.

“Just do the superficial work.”

He waved his hand and sent out a jade talisman, which fell towards the ancestral hall, as if to notify Zhang Hengyi.

In fact, he had never prepared for a fight with Xiao Lie in the sect, as it would take up too much energy.

(End of this chapter)