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

Chapter 843 The Puppet Master's Bloodline, Treasures of the Puppet Path

Tian Quezi's withered five fingers extended out, and streaks of starlight lit up, evolving into the Big Dipper in the shape of a dipper.

"The stars form the handle, and the condensed energy forms the sword; this is called the Big Dipper's decree of death."

The Starlight Ancient Sword's energy receded, transforming into a seven-foot-long sword inlaid with seven precious pearls, including Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, and Tian Ji.

Tian Quezi swung his sword down, and a flash of sword light streaked across the sky.

"Zheng!"

"Oh!"

"Beidou is doomed."

The starlight flickered, striking in an instant.

Yuan Hai was startled and, unable to activate his magical artifact for defense, was struck down by the sword light filled with the aura of death.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across his armor, his aura rapidly declined, his face turned deathly pale, and thick, gray blood flowed out along the dark cracks.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, while the Northern Dipper governs death."

Wugengzi was most proud of his two supernatural abilities, never expecting to see one of them again after nearly a thousand years.

"I will remember Tianquezi of Xuanyang Mountain!"

"Heavenly Monster, Yuan Hai must escape!"

Yin Yue looked anxious as a red veil shot out from her sleeve, coiling towards Yuan Hai like a venomous snake.

Tian Quezi's cultivation has reached its peak, and she is not afraid of being held accountable later. She is no match for the Old Monster of Yuanhai.

Given Yuan Hai's current cultivation level, if he were to be secretly ambushed and retaliated against, Yin Yue knew she would pay a terrible price.

"Oh!"

A red veil billowed, and a pale, ethereal light flashed and disappeared.

Yin Yue's magical power surged forth as she watched the red veil strike the Abyss Sea. Subsequently, dozens of gray-white phantoms burst forth from the Abyss Sea and fled in all directions.

Fang Yi, still feeling unsatisfied, slowly withdrew his divine sense from the Qiankun Sensing Death Talisman.

His encounter with Yuanhai and Tianque, and the resulting insights, brought him many lessons.

Even when ordinary great masters teach their disciples, it is not as effective as fully unleashing their inner strength and revealing their profound understanding of supernatural powers and mysteries in a life-or-death battle.

"Fang Yi, why aren't you making a move yet!" Seeing Fang Yi leisurely making his progress, Yin Yue's face showed annoyance.

"It's too late; these illusions are just a smokescreen."

Fang Yi pointed to the pale white light that flashed across the sky; Yuan Hai had already fled far away.

He reached out and made a grasping motion, and a wisp of grayish-white blood fell into his hand. Sensing the inexplicable energy, he seemed to be deep in thought.

Human blood is crimson, carrying the spirituality passed down through generations; the demon race battles against heaven and earth, all creatures compete freely under the frosty sky, their blood carrying a wild and untamed nature.
This wisp of gray blood carried a profound, eerie, and gloomy meaning.

'Indeed, not human.' As a master of essence blood and soul, Fang Yi could sense the aura in the gray blood that was different from that of humans.

Tian Quezi, his white robes fluttering in the wind, slowly turned his head and looked at Yin Yue, saying in a deep voice:
"I would be grateful if you would trouble yourself to go and guide the disciples of the Xuan Yang Sect."

"I have some secrets I need to tell Fang Yi."

"you!"

Yin Yue was dumbfounded. How could there be such a shameless cultivator, a disciple of Xuan Yang Mountain, who ordered her, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, to go and meet him?
If she weren't no match for Tian Quezi, she would have twisted his head off by now.

There is clearly a great secret hidden within Yuan Hai. The secret that the Great Master has taken a liking to must be a great opportunity.

Tian Quezi is trying to eat everything all by himself!
She was furious and wanted to argue her case.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Yue, is there anything else?"

Under Tian Quezi's murky gaze, Yin Yue felt a chill surge into her soul, her voluptuous body trembled, and her anger was instantly extinguished.

It was resolute, ruthless, and even carried a hint of death.

'Tian Quezi has gone mad'
No, for the sake of Xuan Yang's future, he has disregarded everything, even risking his life.

'After this matter is resolved, I will immediately return to my sect for seclusion. For a Grand Master at the peak of Core Formation to go to such lengths, it's definitely not something I could risk my life for.'

Yin Yue wore a forced smile, unwilling and unable to argue with this old monster who was determined to die.

She curtsied and then vanished in a streak of pink light.

"I will go ahead to meet my nephew from Xuan Yang Mountain, so as not to delay your important business, fellow Daoist."

As the pink light disappeared into the horizon, Tian Quezi's cold gaze vanished, and he turned to look at Fang Yi.

His face showed kindness, and he said in a deep voice:
“Nephew Fang, I know you are skilled in puppetry. When you first began your cultivation, you sold puppets in Yunhe Market to earn spirit stones to support your cultivation.”

The opportunity lies within your secret; I will only ask one question.

With your puppet cultivation level, is it possible to hope for a high-grade third rank within ten years?

"Third-tier superior grade?" Fang Yi frowned slightly, his thoughts racing.

Since joining Xuan Yang Mountain, I have visited Yunhe Market, the Grand Competition within the Sect, Fengling Immortal City, and Sudu Mountain.
For over two hundred years, the puppetry skills have been gradually demonstrated. If the Great Master intends to investigate, he will surely discover a clear pattern, indicating that its origins are not mysterious.

It has a pure and upright background, with no hidden dangers whatsoever.
On this day, Quezi inquired about the purpose of the puppetry technique.
Seeing Fang Yi fall silent, Tian Quezi seemed to be deep in thought, and then his hoarse voice rang out.

“You young man have been cunning since childhood. Are you worried that I will scheme against you?”

There's no need for that. The lineage of Tianji Peak will be inherited by Xishan. If Tai dies, he dies. Just don't get too close to the Yin Bone Sect in the future.

The White Bone Sect's two inheritances, the [Blood-Nourishing Drought Demon Book] and the [Cold Bone Drought Demon Book], are two sides of the same coin; when combined, they form a fourth-tier inheritance.

It has been passed down for a thousand years without anyone seeking to see it, but the secrets within are beyond the knowledge of anyone who has only reached the Core Formation stage.

"I asked you about your accumulation of puppetry skills because of the matter of the Abyss Sea."

Tian Quezi's withered index finger pointed down, and the gray blood in Fang Yi's hand turned into mist, with the faint sound of mechanisms emanating from it.

The mist transformed into gears of varying sizes, which kept turning, eventually forming a humanoid monster with two horns on its head, scales covering its body, and six fingers on its hands.

"Six fingers on his hands, innate puppet script, is he a puppeteer demon?" Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared intently at the six-fingered humanoid figure.

"That's right, the Abyss Sea is of the bloodline of the Puppet Master Demon Clan."

The origins of puppetry in the human realm are unknown, but the first fourth-tier puppetry grandmaster came from the ancient demonic invasion, having obtained a portion of the puppeteer clan's heritage.

Tian Quezi's eyes were calm as he clenched his five fingers together, and the strange phenomenon dissipated, turning into a gray blood bead.

"Since the ancient times, apart from the Yin Domain sealed by the ancient powerful beings, the bloodline of the Yanshi is almost extinct. Only in the legendary Central Plains are there occasional individuals whose bloodline has reverted to its ancestral form."

Even a major sect like Zoroastrianism considers it an ominous sign.

The fact that Patriarch Wugengzi knew about this matter was largely due to the [Witchcraft and Ghostly Path] inheritance he received within his sect.

"What does Uncle-Master mean?" A hint of excitement flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

Even disregarding lineage, a Grand Master possessing the bloodline of a puppeteer is still the most outstanding treasure of puppetry.

"If your talent in puppetry is exceptional enough, your master will pay a price to lend you a helping hand."

Tian Quezi stared at Fang Yi with a half-smile. "If your talent is average, then you should study the art of spiritual medicine diligently."

Although the path of medicine is not good at fighting, it is still a righteous path, and it complements your Wood Dao True Elixir.

I'll save myself some trouble by killing Yuan Hai directly, lest your talent in puppetry be wasted on that old monster.

To utilize the puppeteer's bloodline for one's own use and refine puppets, this third-tier high-grade puppetry cultivation is merely the threshold.

"I hope my uncle can help me!" Fang Yi bowed with his hands clasped, his words earnest.

"Ha!" Tian Quezi chuckled and shook his head slightly. "You young man are indeed very good at hiding your abilities."

That's fine too. Even a cultivator as fortunate as Yin Yue knows how to conceal her talents.

In this land of exile in Dayun, cultivators with shallow minds have long been taken advantage of.

He tapped his staff, and a stream of starlight enveloped Fang Yi.

"You junior should be careful in the upcoming battle. In order not to expose his identity, Yuan Hai only used the White Bone Sect's lineage just now."

The lineage of the Puppet Master has been passed down without exception.

As the starlight shifted, Fang Yi and his companion disappeared into the horizon.

The lingering sound of "Tian Que Zi" echoes.

"Junior Nephew Fang, you will soon become the sect leader of this sect. There are some secrets that Senior Brother Guang Sheng does not have time to tell you."
"But I must make up for it."

Three days later.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; a streak of gray light streaked through the air.

As he stepped into the abyss of light, standing on a white bone flying boat, his expression solemn, he sensed the flowing starlight behind him.

"Damn it!
"If I weren't in danger, how could I be so relentlessly pursued by this Heavenly Flaw?" A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes, and gear-like patterns emerged on his white bone armor.

"Humph!"

His heart was heavy with gloom. Recalling their previous encounters, he suppressed the urge to unleash his bloodline power. He turned his escape light and fled towards the Azure Water Pavilion.

"A Grand Master is no match for you, but you, old monster, dare to expose yourself in front of Yu Yuanzi, thus attracting the attention of the Fire Worship Cult?"

Several miles away, above the auspicious clouds formed by starlight, the hexagrams of Heaven and Earth changed.

Tian Quezi stood with his hands behind his back, revealing the most fundamental secret of Dayun.

"Fang Yi, I have already told you everything that my secret uncle, Da Yun, knows and can tell you."

But there is one thing you must be careful about: do not get involved, and do not have even the slightest thought about it.

Since the fall of Qingmu Palace, although the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World has no fourth-order spiritual veins, it still has no fewer than ten third-order spiritual lands.

The reason why it was abandoned by the Nascent Soul sects and why they did not send cultivators to guard it was because of an agreement reached with the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The most fundamental reason is Li Shan.

"Li Shan?
Lishan is connected to the Yin Realm, but Nascent Soul stage experts are unable to descend. Why would the Fire Worship Cult and others give up?

Fang Yi frowned deeply. Because his cultivation had advanced to the position of Sect Master, Tian Que had not concealed anything from him in the past three days. All the secrets of Xuan Yang Mountain, Bi Shui Pavilion, and the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World of the Demon Clan of Su Du Mountain had been revealed to him.

Yet he harbored inexplicable resentment towards Li Shan.

"Yes, it's Li Shan."

With a wave of his sleeve, Tian Quezi sent forth a series of hexagrams that transformed into a giant handprint of stars.

"boom!"

Two flying swords, one green and one white, slashed down, shattering the Starry Sky Handprint. Yuan Hai was also forced to stop his escape.

Tian Quezi nodded slightly.

"I forced Yuan Hai to return to the White Bone Sect's mountain gate. After that, things will be much easier."

His gaze returned to Fang Yi, and he continued speaking.

"It's Li Shan."

Do you know why the various factions of the Great Yu Kingdom did not intervene when the Green Wood Palace was destroyed, but instead allowed the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan to take action?

The Zoroastrianism, the Hanging Sword Mountain, and the Plain Maiden Sect are one thing.

The Valley of Medicine Kings and the Green Wood Palace have maintained a thousand-year-old friendship, with successive Nascent Soul True Monarchs offering mutual support, yet they have also stood idly by.

"Because of Li Shan?" Fang Yi pondered, feeling apprehensive.

A Nascent Soul True Monarch is already at the pinnacle of the world, involved in the comprehension of the universe's Dao. When fighting against someone of the same level, they can be defeated but not killed.

Could it be that Li Shan also perished?

"Li Shan ah"

Tian Quezi sighed softly, and the starlight beneath his feet rose rapidly, moving three points closer to the Abyss Sea.

His expression was complicated.

"Fang Yi, the matter of Lishan is both dangerous and an opportunity."

Unless you one day break through to the Nascent Soul realm, do not get involved in it.

Seven days later.

In the southwest of Dayun, undulating mountain ranges stretch out like burial mounds, surrounded by yin energy. Pale spiritual light appears and disappears intermittently. One after another, the skeletons are expressionless, either refining spiritual bones or extracting yin energy.
The center of the mountain range was silent, with pale peaks rising abruptly from the ground, resembling a large tomb.

A streak of gray light descended, and Yuan Hai stumbled and fell, sensing the aura dozens of miles away.

"Old man, do you really think you've got me cornered?"

A beam of light descended, and a handsome young man dressed in a greyish-white robe bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Huang Cang greets Master."

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Sensing the pure energy and the intertwined Daoist charm of the white bones emanating from his disciple, Yuan Hai showed his approval.

"Cang'er, it has been less than a month since I last saw you. You have already condensed your golden core and are enjoying a lifespan of five hundred years."

"I owe my success today to my master's guidance."

Huang Cang responded softly, a hint of pride on his handsome face.

He broke through to the Core Formation realm at the age of 120 and condensed the White Bone Golden Core, so he has the potential to become a Great True Person in the future.

Moreover, he became the disciple of the first generation of the White Bone Immortal, who was the true successor of the Daoist lineage in Yuanhai.

In the vast world of cultivation, there are only a handful of people who can rival him, and among the younger generation of the White Bone Sect, Cang Huang is also the most outstanding.

"What a pity," Yuan Hai said with regret.

'What a pity?' Huang Cang asked, puzzled, wondering what his master was regretting.

"puff!"

A faint light emanated from his slender fingers, which instantly passed through his dantian, extracting a gray golden elixir. The pure yin energy transformed into gloom.

Yuan Hai slowly wiped the blood from his hands, gazing at his disciple with closed eyes and a ferocious expression.

"Why?" Feeling the excruciating pain in his dantian and the constant loss of his life force, Huang Cang was filled with satisfaction and belief.

"Why, Master?!"

"puff!"

A swirling cyan sword light sent a handsome head flying, and Yuan Hai extended his five fingers, making a loose grasp.

Flesh and blood turned to mush, and a pure essence of blood was extracted and inhaled into his mouth.

"why?"

A slight smile played on his lips as he murmured softly, sensing the approaching starlight.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, I have no choice but to act. My disciple, rest in peace; you will surely be accompanied in the afterlife."

A hint of sadness flickered in Yuan Hai's eyes. His disciple Cang Huang was very filial, and he had put a lot of effort into nurturing him.

They were originally intended to inherit the White Bone Sect's lineage, but unexpectedly, they perished like this.
"Tian Quezi, let's have a proper competition to see who wins."

"Edict!"

"boom!"

A pale beam of light shot into the sky, stirring up the world and causing gray blood to overflow from the sprawling mountain range.

"Ah!" Heart-wrenching screams and wails rose and fell.

"Sect Leader, I am Hai Qi?"

"Master!"
Master, spare my life!

"Run! The sect leader has gone mad!"

Streaks of light rose up as several pseudo-Core Formation cultivators activated their magical treasures and fled towards the mountain gate.

"Walk?"

Yuan Hai sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, two Yin Soul White Bone Swords swam about, their cold light flashing as they slashed and killed the fleeing cultivators one by one.

"call!"

He swallowed the pure blood essence and elixir into his stomach with a long, swallowing motion.

"boom!"

Sharp horns protruded from its head, shooting straight into the sky, and armor plates covered with gear marks grew from its body.

"Core Formation complete."

Yuan Hai clenched his fist, and a sonic boom resounded, followed by a burst of air.

"Although it's only a temporary return to peak condition, it's enough to deal with Tianque."

"Ok?"

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he sensed the pure vitality within them, and he murmured softly.

"You've forced me to this point."

　After taking oseltamivir, I feel my symptoms have improved a lot.

　　The medication was started relatively early, and based on the course of the illness, I estimate that the condition will improve and the fever will subside tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)