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

Chapter 598: Sect Leader Ceremony, Fourth Level Method

"Dong!" "Dong!" The majestic bell sound resounded for thousands of miles.

The five-colored spiritual light turned into an arch bridge, the blue cloud crane spread its wings and chirped softly, elegant and calm, and the red blood phoenix was covered with ribbons, evolving into thousands of auspicious auras.

A majestic and luxurious purple-gold incense sedan chair came from the horizon.

The entire incense sedan is made of thousand-year-old purple marrow. It glows with faint purple starlight in the sunlight, while golden Taoist patterns appear in the dark, as if a fire dragon is wandering on the sedan.

The thirty-six monks have tall and straight figures, handsome faces, double-braided hair, five-colored clothes on their bodies, and ride on golden-haired lions.

Some hold a whisk, some hold a lotus lantern, and the vast mysterious sound echoes solemnly.

"Chun Yang Chariot? Senior Brother Chi Mei can actually summon this treasure?" Zhang Hengyi's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Junior Brother Fang, this Pure Yang Chariot was a treasure that the founder of the founding sect used to rely on in his early years. It is only a hair's breadth away from being a top-grade magical weapon.
When Xiao Lie was the head of the sect, there was no scene like this."

Fang Yi was well-versed in the sect's classics. After he condensed his elixir, he became a frequent visitor to the Sutra Library. He had already read all the ancient books hidden in the sect.

The middle-grade magic weapon Chunyang Chariot is at the top of the Dayun immortal cultivation world in terms of both escape speed and defensive capabilities.

It has always been in the hands of the Xuanyang lineage, nurtured day and night, and kept secret from everyone.

Among the leaders of all generations, there are many True Dan Zhenren who are in charge of Xuanyang, but there are very few who have the Pure Yang Ni to meet them.

Being able to meet Fang Yi was a great honor for Chimei Zi.

Green lotus flowed under his feet. Fang Yi straightened his clothes, lifted his boots, stepped onto the Chunyang sedan chair, and bowed.

"Today, I'd like to trouble Master Hengyi to drive the precious sedan chair for me!"

He knew that becoming the sect leader was just the beginning. Xuanyang Mountain had a thousand-year history and the relationships within the sect were complicated.

For example, Wei Yunshao, who was connected with Xiao Su, if Xiao Changce had not reminded him, several cultivators would have known that he was Xu Dingzi's registered disciple.

Fang Yi knew that if he just made a seal and carried out the order of the great master in the sect, it would be easy and simple.

But if one wants to use the position of the head of the sect to gain benefits and help in the path, then it will be more than ten times more difficult.

Without him!

Conflict of interest.

Dayun of Xuanyang Mountain has the deepest foundation, but the third-level spiritual objects and top-level spiritual talismans collected by its disciples are limited to disciples with outstanding spiritual roots.

If one real person takes more, the other real person's share will naturally be less.

When it comes to progress in cultivation and the resources for practice, no cultivator will retreat.

Zhang Hengyi was extraordinarily handsome, wearing a purple gold crown on his head, a brocade robe, and a jade ring around his waist, exuding an air of nobility.

"Haha, Junior-Martial Brother Fang is the Sect Leader now, so it's not appropriate for Senior-Martial Brother Changce to show up.

We are from the same lineage, so today I will naturally support you."

"Boom!"

Stepping onto the Chunyang sedan chair, Zhang Heng held the reins with one hand, and waves of green halos and purple lights shone brightly.

"rise!"

The moment the Pure Yang Chariot took off into the air, the body of the chariot was on fire, and purple air filled the sky. The tail flame was trailing like a comet.
The main peak of Xuanyang Mountain.

On the Chixuan Terrace, each cultivator was clearly distinguished from the next. Some had a ghostly aura, extremely cold and gloomy, while others were radiant with life.
Yin Lingzi's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was playing with a string of skull beads in his hand.

His eyes swept over the female cultivators of the Bishui Pavilion, the Fake Dan Zhenren of the Tiandaowu, and passed by the disciple of the Hehuan Sect who was draped in green gauze and had a charming look on her face.

Finally, it landed on the location of the monks in Fengling Immortal City.

“I don’t know what Fang Yi’s background is?
He is only at the ninth level of foundation building, and hasn't even formed a fake pill yet, yet he is in charge of Xuanyang Mountain?"

"It's just a puppet launched by Xuanyang Mountain."

Xia Zhengbai wore a black lotus crown on his head and a royal blue robe with wide sleeves and cloud patterns. The silver whisk in his hand waved, creating a layer of soundproofing magic.

Yin Lingzi's eyes lit up. As the biological son of Jiuqu Zhenren, Xia Zhengbai has built a mid-level foundation in Taoism and has a bright future.

With the same Jindan Zhenren bloodline and similar situations, he naturally paid attention to
After a few steps into the soundproof forbidden area, the skull rosary in Yin Lingzi's hand turned more and more urgently.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, it's been a while since we last met. Do you have any news about the new leader of Xuanyang Mountain?

Xiao Lie died inexplicably, and people thought that Xuanyang Mountain would promote a fake pill that had accumulated years to take the throne.

I never thought that he was actually a ninth-level cultivator?"

Xia Zhengbai showed an indignant look on his face, muttering inaudibly.

"Of the three branches of Xuanyang Mountain, only one Great Immortal remains. Tianquezi is being held captive by the Great Diviner of Nanli Country.

After Huang Guangsheng passed away, Xuanyang Mountain lost a great master to suppress its power, and its influence was greatly reduced.

Nominating a foundation-building cultivator to take the position of sect leader is simply to ease the relationship between the various sects."

"So that's how it is. Fang Yi is just a puppet." Yin Lingzi thought thoughtfully.

"The sect leader's cultivation is getting lower and lower, and he is becoming weaker and weaker when negotiating with other sects like us. No wonder Xuanyang Mountain wants to select a master of foundation building."

Xia Zhengbai felt inexplicably complicated.

This is what True Man Jiuqu thought, True Man Bishuige also guessed, and True Man Chen of Tiandaowu also communicated with him through telepathy.

But he still felt envious and even jealous.

Although Xuanyang Mountain has passed away a great immortal, its foundation is still the most profound force in the Dayun immortal world.

If not for this, when the head of Xuanyang Mountain succeeded to the throne, the many forces in Dayun's immortal cultivation world, such as Bishui Pavilion, Tiandaowu, and Hehuan Sect, would not have sent out fake Dan Zhenren.

Fengling Fairy City has a shallow foundation and cannot produce a fake Dan Zhenren, but it is also because of him, the biological son of Jiuqu Zhenren, who personally congratulated him.

Xia Zhengbai still finds it hard to believe that Fang Yi, who could be easily crushed in Fengling Fairy City in his early years, can actually take charge of Xuanyang Mountain.

"Things have changed, but this has given Fang Yi an opportunity."

"Fang Yi, the Pure Yang Chariot of Xuanyang Mountain, is here!" An unknown cultivator spoke.

At this moment, everyone on the platform looked towards the sky.

The purple air spread for three thousand feet, with thousands of sharp auras, golden flowers and garlands, and the mighty sound of Pure Yang chasing the mysterious sound.

Inscriptions flowed on the red altar, with the golden crow chasing the sun, the fire dragon playing with the pearl, the black phoenix dancing, and the golden phoenix singing softly around the phoenix tree, creating a tremendous and bizarre scene.

"How is this possible? Is Xuanyangshan crazy?" Xia Zhengbai's face was distorted and he couldn't believe it.

"Is a Jindan Master driving?" Yuxing Master from Bishui Pavilion frowned with a strange look on her face.

The people who know Xuanyang Mountain best are often not itself, but its mortal enemy.

But the way Xuanyang Mountain acted, the future of a Jindan Zhenren was bright, and in all likelihood, he would start from the late Ningdan stage in the future. How could he drive for a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
"Forget it, I will report this matter back to the sect and let the real person handle it."

She thought about it over and over again, and pondered for several times, but she really couldn't understand it.

"My fellow Taoists, do you know how powerful Fang Yi is?

What a shame to let Zhang Hengyi, a Jindan Zhenren, drive the car."

"What a great honor! Jin Dan is driving?"

"I heard he's a quasi-third-level spiritual doctor, a disciple of Xiao Changce from the Grandmaster Hall."

"Xiao Changce?

That's not Huang Guangsheng's disciple, he passed away nearly a hundred years ago."

The monks on the platform were noisy, and representatives from the Yuxing, Yinlingzi, and Xia Zhengbai sects were constantly exchanging information.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, no one used the method of transmitting sound.

"Please stop making noise!" Xu Dingzi was wearing a gray robe and had a solemn aura.

The leader of Xuanyang Mountain will take over the throne, and only one Jindan Zhenren will come forward.

True Man Jiuhan went to seek the bad luck of the White Bone Sect but could not escape. Chimeizi has lived in the Fire Vein for a long time and is on guard against the Zoroastrianism, so he cannot show up.

Tianquezi was also unwilling to show up to help Xiao Lie because he was a disciple of Tianji Peak and was concerned about the relationship between them.

As a Fake Dan Zhenren, Xu Dingzi had a wide circle of friends and handled things appropriately, so he presided over this Dharma Assembly.

The Pure Yang Chariot fell, the purple air turned into auspicious clouds, and green lotuses bloomed.

Fang Yi wore a jade crown, his robe fluttered in the wind, and he held a small silver-white beast in his arms as he walked slowly down.

"Thank you all for traveling thousands of miles to witness me take the position of Sect Leader of Xuanyang Mountain."

He glanced at the monks on the platform, and a look of interest emerged in his heart.

'I do have quite a few acquaintances.

Xia Zhengbai of Fengling Immortal City has reached the ninth level of foundation building. Yin Lingzi, the descendant of Chi Mingzi of the White Bone Sect, has just condensed a fake pill.

As for the fake Dan Zhenren of the Hehuan Sect and Tiandaowu, he had also seen them in the secret intelligence of Fengxin Tower.

His gaze paused slightly on Yin Lingzi, sensing the rich aura of white bones.

He was salivating in his heart.

The monks of the White Bone Sect tempered their bodies, inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of the underworld, and their bodies were full of treasures.

If Yin Lingzi could be kept, at least a quasi-third-level puppet could be sacrificed and refined.

Or you can use them as auxiliary materials to refine the third-order low-grade human puppet.

Seeing Yin Lingzi looking at him, Fang Yi's eyes dimmed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked elegant, gentle and harmless.

Yin Lingzi nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"Father is right. Without a great master, the threat to Xuanyang Mountain has been greatly reduced."

If the headmaster was such a medical practitioner who was not good at fighting, Xuanyang Mountain would have intended to restrain its power after Huang Guangsheng passed away.

In this way, the White Bone Sect may be able to get a share of the pie.

Seeing that all the monks were calm, Zhang Heng raised his sleeves, held the ancient bronze bell in his hand, and opened his lips slightly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the ancient bell echoed, Zhang Hengyi's eyes were dim, and the cold sacrificial words sounded, as if singing, as if reminiscing.

"Xuan Yang has been passed down for thousands of years, and its legacy is well-established, its flame will never be extinguished.

Now there is the Master of the Ancestor Hall, Qing Yangzi, who is both virtuous and talented, and can rule Xuan Yang."

The ancient and crude sound of the sacrifice shook the eight directions and echoed in Xuanyang Mountain.

".From now on, Fang Yi will take charge of Xuanyang and become the head of the sect!"

The red decree fell, and Fang Yi bowed his head in greeting. "Thank you all for your appreciation. Qing Yangzi will spare no effort to strengthen the sect."

On Tianji Peak, the Bagua diagram covered the sky and the sun, with starlight hanging down. Tianquezi's turbid gaze fell.

"A new generation replaces the old, and Xuanyang Mountain has a new leader."

His hoarse voice startled the magical birds and beasts in the mountains.

“The sect has a way of inheritance, and the flame of inheritance never dies.

Congratulations to Qingyangzi!
Congratulations to Xuanyang Mountain!"

Yuping Peak, Baicao Pavilion, Weapon Refining Workshop, Bingpo Peak
The majestic words resounded throughout Xuanyang, no matter whether they were new disciples joining Xuanyang Mountain or those who had already established their foundation.

Even the fake Dan Zhenren who were guarding the secret place were all dressed neatly and saluted in unison.

“The sect has a way of inheritance, and the flame of inheritance never dies.

Congratulations to Qingyangzi!
Congratulations to Xuanyang Mountain!"

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the bamboo branches are lush and green, rustling.

The master's hall was blocked by the Wu Earth magic ban. The cute silver-white little beast activated its demonic power, and the formation flags glowed, isolating the inside and outside.

The inexplicable flow of energy.

"After gaining the position of Sect Leader, I was respected by the other cultivators within the sect, and my destiny became more deeply connected with Xuan Yang.

This is a good opportunity to see the true foundation of Xuanyang Mountain!"

Fang Yi's eyes were burning as he activated the [Plum Blossom Divination] with all his strength.

A black and white mysterious stone in the soul glowed brightly, and the image of a corpse god with white hair and a withered body appeared.

With the blessing of the Three Lives Stone, his spiritual cultivation continued to grow.

The third level of Danjie, the fourth level of Danjie, and the sixth level of Danjie.
The growth of the soul paused slightly, and then naturally, it crossed the sixth level of Jindan.

The eighth level of Jindan!

"Is the eighth level of Jindan the limit under the blessing of the Three Life Stone?"

Fang Yi felt his soul was full. The Three Lives Stone still had some power left, but his soul still couldn't bear it.

If the foundation is damaged again, it will be extremely difficult to make up for it and will affect future practice.

"Let me explore carefully, how many secrets are hidden in this Xuanyang Mountain?"

The golden elixir in the Dantian Qi Sea was rotating, and Fang Yi's Qi was completely connected with the Xuantian spiritual root in the Kuruo Cave.

With the help of Xuantian spiritual root to isolate the power of heaven, and as the leader of the sect, he can pass Tianquezi and observe the foundation of the sect.

The shadow of a hexagonal cold plum appeared in his eyes, sensing the hidden energy of the spiritual veins in various parts of Xuanyang Mountain.

On Tianji Peak, a Bagua diagram circulates, with Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li, and the various energies of mountains, rivers, and lakes colliding.
A blood-green Bodhi branch, with the wind blowing and the willows swaying, creates a green halo.

Fang Yi glanced at it. "The Small Zhoutian Bagua Diagram is the sect's most precious treasure of the Wu Gengzi lineage.

Tianquezi hid two of the treasure prohibitions, and the treasure map with nine treasure prohibitions is also the best among the top-grade magic weapons."

His eyes briefly turned to the ancestral hall of Chunyang Peak.

The scarlet ancient tree's branches and leaves fluttered, and the ghostly flame of a bronze soul lamp flickered, echoing the flying boat surrounded by purple lightning and howling wind and thunder.

"The scarlet ancient tree symbolizes Huang Guangsheng's secret cultivation method, and the flying boat is the Great Sky Cloud Boat, a treasure of wind and thunder.
What is that soul lamp?

Does it symbolize the lineage of the Patriarchal Hall, guarding the souls of the monks in the sect, or does it symbolize a top-grade soul magic weapon?
Or is it both?"

Fang Yi pinched his brows. Although he was the head of the sect, he was deeply connected with the aura of Xuanyang Mountain.

However, the rank of a second-grade lower-grade Tianji Master is also a bit low, and he cannot fully interpret the image of destiny.

"Look at Chimeizi again. He is the most important one."

As a second-rank celestial master, he naturally had the ability to observe qi. His gaze shifted and fell on the underground fire veins.

Covered by gray mist, the Xuanyang Divine Fire Mirror was guarded by spiritual fires, a red dragon was entwined in a furnace, and clouds and smoke surrounded it, absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy.

Just as Fang Yi was about to take a closer look, a round red gem appeared, emitting invisible waves.

"Level 4!??"

Fang Yi's gaze turned away as soon as it was touched, but the red light entered his eyes following the sensation from the underworld, and a sour feeling emerged, and tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

"Such a method? Is Chimeizi a Yuanying True Sovereign?"

"No, the Life and Death Sutra is good at observing qi, and I have personally seen Chimeizi refine treasures.

If Chimeizi was a True Lord of the Nascent Soul stage, it would be impossible for him not to be discovered, as every little clue would be discovered.

Let me see what Xuanyang Mountain is hiding, what kind of background does it have that allows it to fight against the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Zoroastrianism?"

Drops of essence and blood burned, and Fang Yi's black hair danced, like a god or demon.

He activated his innate elixir, and the spells in his sleeves kept changing.

"disease!"

The foundation of Xuanyang Mountain is related to how much effort you can put in future actions, so you must know yourself and your enemy.

The silver light in his eyes surged, an inexplicable divine aura emerged, and the shadows of winter plum blossoms continued to bloom and wither.

(End of this chapter)