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

Chapter 592: The Spiritual Medicine is Downgraded, and the Xiao Family Comes

The sun was high in the sky, and at noon, the dome of Xuanyang Mountain was burning.

The thousand-foot-high mountain is as red as the burning sky, the rocks are golden red, and twisted heat waves rise from the peak all year round. The spiritual energy is dense, and the red-feathered eagles spread their wings and soar.

Xiao Yan held a green Bodhi branch in his hand. The tough Bodhi branch swayed in the wind, emitting a green halo, and struck down the continuous orange-red fireballs.

"Hu! Hu!" He was breathing heavily, pushing his magic power to the extreme, and sweat kept dripping from his temples.

"Not bad!" Xiao Lie extinguished the fireball in his hand, smiled, and praised.

"It's been less than half a year since I got this Bodhi branch magical instrument. I've already refined it with my heart. After that, I just need to nurture it day and night to refine it to the highest grade."

"Thank you for your guidance, ancestor."

Xiao Yan was dressed in blue and had a handsome face. Thinking about the benefits of becoming a disciple of Tianquezi, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

As the red light descended, Xiao Mo walked briskly and bowed his head in greeting. "Ancestor, it's done."

Xiao Lie understood and sneered.

“If Fang Yi hadn’t yet condensed his elixir, had a bright future, and had the support of the Grandmaster Hall, I would still be wary of him.

Now that the pill condensation has failed and the great master Huang Guangsheng has passed away, Zhang Hengyi is left alone and unable to support the team.

With such a background, you still want to compete with me for the position of the head?"

After a brief pause, he took out a token carved from red jade from his sleeve. The inscription on the token was faintly visible and flames were dancing.

"Xiao Mo, take my token and go to Lingshanfang, Xiuyilou, Weapon Refining Hall, and Duobao Pavilion.

From now on, all spiritual food, robes, elixirs, and talismans provided to Xuanling Changsheng Mansion must be of qualified quality and cannot be higher in quality in the slightest."

Xiao Mo respectfully took the token and felt proud.

So what if I am a true disciple of the Patriarchal Hall?

In Xuanyang Mountain, his Xiao family has deep roots and has been operating for hundreds of years.

Even if he followed the rules, Fang Yi would still be punished after some twists and turns.

On Chunyang Peak, ancient trees are waving, spiritual energy is lingering, and water is flowing gently.

Ancestral Hall, under the three jade statues.

Zhang Hengyi, wearing a robe with pine wood patterns, sat on the cloud platform.

The green magic power around his body turned into spiritual flames, wrapped in purple light and entangled with lightning snakes. The Sky Shock Cloud Boat was constantly refining the treasure forbidden within.

"Swish!" A jade talisman with cloud crane sound transmission fell.

He raised his head, reached out to take the jade talisman, and probed his spiritual sense into it.

"Junior Brother Fang's cultivation is stable. Can you perform the [Great Doctor's Diagnosis]?"

"That's right! That investment paid off big time."

Zhang Hengyi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

[Great Physician's Diagnosis] It replenishes the original essence and removes hidden injuries. It is a rare third-level secret method that is helpful to the practice of Jindan Zhenren.

There has not been a third-level spiritual doctor in the world of Dayun for more than three hundred years, although there are third-level spiritual doctors in Nanli and Dayu, which are adjacent to Dayun.

But the Jindan Zhenren of Xuanyang Mountain, knowing that a big tree attracts the wind, would never dare to take the risk.

"However, collecting these elixirs will require my junior brother to work hard." He pondered for a moment and took out a token from his sleeve.

"Wow!"

The token rolled in clouds and mist, transforming into an elegant blue-feathered cloud crane, which flapped its wings and flew away.

"Junior Brother Fang, you can use the [Great Medical Diagnosis Method] to consume some of your vital energy and use it to refine the Great Sky Shocking Cloud Boat."

Zhang Heng closed his eyes slightly, and a stream of his innate elixir burned in his dantian. His magic power surged like a tide, and his entire body radiated with light, creating a green halo of varying sizes.

"A great event is about to happen in the sect. Without a top-grade magic weapon to suppress the destiny, even if I condense the golden elixir, there are still too many dangers."

Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

As spiritual rain fell, Fang Yi walked calmly in the bamboo forest.

Nourished by the rich vitality, the branches and leaves of the Qingxin Bamboo swayed, and the withered yellow color on the leaf veins faded slightly.

"The Immortal's skills are superb. He was able to keep this quasi-third-level spiritual plant alive."

Chang Sun Jie, dressed in a linen robe, stood with his hands hanging down and praised.

He felt regretful. Even though he was a real person with a wood spirit root and was good at the way of life, the Qingxin Bamboo had been tampered with before it was sent to him.

The origin is flawed, like a broken bowl. Even if more vitality is poured into it, it will only slightly prolong the time of death.

"Master Changsun, how is your cultivation now?

When can I condense the pill? I will keep that bottle of Red Spring Spirit Wine for you forever."

Fang Yi asked, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

The spirit body born with bad luck was used as a talent to refine the third-level puppet. It has been practicing for more than 500 years in two lifetimes, but this is the first time, so it is inevitable that some skills are difficult to master.

"Reporting to the Master, my disciple's spirit body is special and needs some adjustments."

In the Qi sea of ​​Chang Sun Jie's Dantian, the bag of disaster-moving and fortune-accumulating was filled with precious light, and the auspicious purple air turned into spiritual text.

【Blessings】, 【Wealth】, 【Longevity】, 【Happiness】 and 【Wealth】are shining brightly.

"The evil spirit of disaster has not increased. Does Fang Yi really want to help me condense the pill?"

He was shocked, thinking that Fang Yi's words about helping him condense the pill were just a way to win people's hearts.

I never thought that he was actually willing to help.

"Cry!" A long crane cry sounded, and Fang Yi hid the hexagonal cold plum in his eyes.

He raised his head, his eyes deep. "Senior Brother Hengyi has replied."

The cloud crane flapped its wings, stirring up gusts of breeze, and circled into Fang Yi's hands, and Zhang Hengyi's words rang out.

“Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother, in preparing the Great Medical Diagnosis Method for me.

I have already prepared the eight hundred year old precious ginseng, the third-grade spiritual medicine required for the spiritual recipe.

I'll trouble you to take care of the remaining auxiliary medicines."

"Master Changsun, practice hard. The third-level cave of Xuanling Changsheng Mansion will help you form the elixir."

Fang Yi stroked the warm token in his hand, a gleam in his eyes, and casually threw the token to Chang Sun Jie.

With a flick of his fingertips, dozens of bamboo leaves were drawn into his hand by an invisible force, and bits of spiritual light spread out.

Bitterheart fruit, black chrysanthemum, wood spirit grass, floating duckweed
Driven by magic power, the spiritual light moved in Fang Yi's mind and turned into a magic prescription.

"Master, take the token from the Grandmaster's Hall and go to the Herb Pavilion in the sect to exchange the spiritual medicine in the spiritual recipe."

Chang Sun Jie bowed his head and saluted. He had complete faith in the bag's promise to ward off disasters and accumulate blessings, and his words became more respectful, without a trace of ambiguity.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Immortal. I will go to Baicao Pavilion and get the elixir right away."

He paused slightly and reminded carefully.

"Disciple heard that the Foundation Establishment Master of the Xiao Lie Clan has already sent a greeting to the Baiyi Building of the sect."

"It's okay." How could Fang Yi not know what happened in Xuanyang Mountain? The robes and elixirs delivered to him in recent days were barely of the second-grade upper grade.

That is why he acted this way.

"Chang Sun Jie, you go ahead. You don't need to worry about the rest."

"Disciple, obey."

After he finished speaking, Chang Sun Jie held the token in his hand, bent over and retreated towards the cave. After he left the heavy door, he turned around and transformed into a gray light and left.

“Chang Sun Jie’s attitude has changed, and his vigilance has been greatly reduced.

Has the unlucky spirit's ability to sense good and bad luck been obscured?"

Fang Yi watched the gray light leave, and the shadow of a young spiritual vine with mysterious energy flashed in his dantian.

"So, the most difficult step has been taken. Next, let's see if he has the foundation to condense the true pill. A third-level puppet."

With a smile on his lips and curiosity in his eyes, he flicked his sleeves and headed towards the depths of the cave.

In the third-level spiritual field, the brown spiritual soil grains are full.

Abundant earth energy is continuously drawn from the dragon piles buried deep underground.

The tender Xuantian Lingteng is as thick as a thumb, with its roots and stems waving. With the naked eye, one can see that the earth energy is almost transformed into a little dragon and is being continuously absorbed.

"Yun Qiuya is indeed the number one Feng Shui master in Xuanyang Mountain. The earth's energy here is pure and rich, which is very beneficial to spiritual roots."

Fang Yi wore a jade crown on his head and a jade belt around his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking extraordinarily handsome.

The [Life and Death Sutra] was activated, and a large cypress tree with a completely green body and twisted branches stood tall, its vigorous energy echoing with the spiritual vine in the distance.

After a while, the energy that filled the eight directions slowly converged.

"Jiamu, Yimu, this Xuantian Lingteng is good at Yimu, and seems to complement the Dachun wood."

If Fang Yi was thinking about it, the [Scripture of Life and Death] originated from the ancient spiritual root, the great cypress tree.

According to ancient records, the grades of Xuantian spiritual objects are different, and they are born and raised in different realms and worlds, so there is also a distinction between big and small Xuantian.

The current Xuantian Lingteng is certainly far inferior to the ancient, famous Dachun tree.

But after all, they all have the same Xuantian spiritual roots, and each has its own mysterious aspects.

Fang Yi had a premonition that if the Xuantian Lingteng could grow, he would surely have unimaginable fortune and opportunities.

"Ding!"

A green light appeared at his fingertips and kept changing, changing with his thoughts.

Sometimes it transforms into an ancient tree, majestic and vigorous; sometimes it transforms into the lingering fragrance of the medicinal herb Xuanzhibao; sometimes it transforms into vigorous green grass, evolving a ray of tenacious vitality.
A three-foot-long ray of light shot out from his eyes, and he felt the magic power that was several times purer.

"Even though it's just a nascent sprout, the Xuantian Spiritual Root is indeed a supreme treasure. Not only does it allow me to refine my magic power, but it also has the effect of suppressing destiny and concealing the secrets of heaven."

[Plum Blossom Divination] was activated, and the shadow of a hexagonal cold plum appeared in Fang Yi's eyes, and an inexplicable mysterious energy flowed.

The Xuantian spiritual root is a supreme treasure, loved by heaven and earth. Before it grows up, it has the effect of concealing the secrets of heaven and shielding the qi.

Although it can only block the secrets of the spiritual roots, Fang Yi uses the [Life and Death Sutra] to connect with the spiritual roots. With the attainments of a second-level low-grade secret master, he can also conceal the secrets with the help of a wisp of qi.

"The spirit of bad luck has not been fully developed. Its ability to shield the secrets of good and bad luck should be able to hide it from the third-level secret masters."

Fang Yi thought about Chang Sun Jie's reaction and glanced at the seven-inch long Xuantian Ling Teng.

"It's a pity that I am only a second-level low-grade Tianji Master. This Xuantian spiritual root is only in its initial stage of budding.
Otherwise, with the help of the power of spiritual roots, it might be possible to try to plan a Jade Blood Bodhi Branch."

It was a top-grade magic weapon, and one with matching properties. Fang Yi couldn't help but be envious and want to take a peek at it.

The Blood-Blue Bodhi Branch is very likely the only top-grade wood magic weapon in the Dayun Immortal Cultivation World.

Three days later.

Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

Xiao Mo stopped and nodded at the pure spiritual energy that was coming towards him, with greed in his eyes.

Looking at the twelve monks holding jade boxes behind him, he waved his sleeves and a ray of spiritual light shot towards Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

"Senior Brother Fang, Xiao Mo from Baicao Pavilion is visiting."

"Xiao Mo?" In the courtyard, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, watching the spirit body of the golden-armored lion in front of him being collected.

He looked through the forbidden area at the thin monk outside the cave, who was wearing a red and purple robe and a jade crown.

"A cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Strange that Xiao Lie didn't come in person?"

"boom!"

The heavy vermilion lacquered door opened from both sides, and a green bamboo leaf knocked down the spiritual light, and Fang Yi's words rang out like thunder.

"You are so ignorant of etiquette?
Is this how Xiao Lie teaches his younger disciples? "

"Etiquette?" Xiao Mo laughed playfully, his tone frivolous. "We're both Foundation Establishment Masters, Fang Yi, what etiquette do you want to discuss?"

A red invitation card appeared in his hand. He waved his sleeves and it turned into a streak of silk that fell towards the cave.

"Fang Yi, after you failed to condense the pill, you still think you are a pill seed?

What is the effect of that quasi-third-level Qingxin bamboo?
The Sect Master is preparing a spiritual banquet tonight at the Burning Dome of Xuanyang Mountain to entertain all our friends. If you know what's good for you, be prepared to submit."

"Come, deliver the spiritual object that Master Fang Yi exchanged for."

Following Xiao Mo's order, the soul-sealing jade boxes in the hands of the twelve monks behind him slowly opened.

The palm-sized soul-sealing talisman ignited without wind. Bitterheart fruit, black chrysanthemum, wood spirit grass, floating duckweed, each spiritual medicine exuded the fragrance of plants and trees.
Xiao Mo's mouth curled up. These spiritual objects were carefully selected by him.

The elixir's appearance is complete, but what about its efficacy?

They are all the weakest among the second-grade superior ones.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao Mo, please wait a moment." Words without joy or sadness sounded, and Fang Yi walked slowly out of the Xuanling Changsheng Mansion.

His spiritual sense swept over, sensing the elixir in the Soul Sealing Jade Box. His eyes were dim, like an ancient cold pond.

"Is this the magical medicine prepared by Baicao Pavilion?"

Xiao Mo felt Fang Yi's awe-inspiring aura and subconsciously took a half step back, then touched the jade talisman in his sleeve.

He felt at peace and spoke.

"Fang Yi, Xiao has put a lot of effort into these elixirs.

The sect has too much stock of bitter fruit and wood spirit grass, and it is impossible to find inferior products of the same level.

The headmaster spent a lot of favors to ripen a second-grade upper-grade inferior spiritual plant from a second-grade mid-grade spiritual medicine."

"It's so majestic." Fang Yi looked at me leisurely, pointed his finger, and a spirit seed flew out.

"Hmm?" Xiao Mo's five senses jumped, his robes glowed with layers of spiritual light, and his face looked sinister.

"Fang Yi, you dare to take action?!"

He was immediately overjoyed, and the jade talisman in his sleeve glowed with light and turned into a jade ruler, which fell down.

Xuanyang Mountain has been able to be passed down for thousands of years and has its own operating rules. The Xiao family is so powerful that it can completely block the spiritual medicine.

But they still try their best and would rather spend more time and energy because they are concerned about this rule.

Now Fang Yi has crossed the line and sent him to the Tianxing Hall.

"wrong?"

Xiao Mo looked at Fang Yi as if he was looking at a dead person, his scalp tingling and his heart feeling timid.

'Fang Yi wants to kill me?
He dares to kill me?
With the talisman of the ancestor, even if Fang Yi has reached the perfection of foundation building, how can he kill me?

A green light flashed on the spirit seed, and Xiao Mo fell into his dantian in a trance.

The green roots spread out and pierced through the foundation of the road in an instant.

Fang Yi's eyes slowly swept across Tianji Peak, and he murmured in his heart.

"Finally, we've come this far. A third-rank, upper-grade Tianji Master is truly a difficult task."

"Pfft!"

The spirit seed sprouted branches and leaves, and the foundation of the Tao in the Dantian Qi Sea collapsed. Feeling the magic power and vitality constantly slipping away, Xiao Mo trembled all over.

He wanted to resist, but he was unable to mobilize his magic power and could only look terrified.

Allow the spirit seed to spread and the branches and leaves to grow, and in an instant the Dharma body will become an ancient tree with flesh and blood piercing through the seven orifices and branches and leaves will grow.

Fang Yi walked over, took a jade talisman from the blood-colored branch, and put it into his sleeve.

He spoke to the monk who was standing beside him with a terrified look on his face.

"Go, if you want Xiao Mo's life, tell Xiao Lie to come see me within a quarter of an hour."

(End of this chapter)