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

Chapter 847: The old grudges are buried in the deep sea.
Fang Yi's robes fluttered as he placed his slender index finger on his brow, which was covered with gear-like patterns, and blue magical power flowed out continuously.

Within his soul, the Three Lives Stone emitted a brilliant black and white light, and the illusory image of the Corpse God appeared.

Fifth level of Dan
Sixth level of Dan
His spiritual energy surged forward with unstoppable force, and in a short while, he stepped into the realm of a Great True Person.

Seventh level of Core Formation
Eighth level of Core Formation
Fang Yi's temples bulged with veins, his spirit swelled, and he felt a faint pain.

"Ninth level of Core Formation!"

"Small Soul Search Technique!"

A wisp of light appeared, and a vast divine power probed into the abyss of consciousness, entering his soul.

"Oh!"

Two divine senses, one green and one gray, collided. Fang Yi's divine thoughts flowed, and the green divine sense transformed into a spiritual flame.

"Soul refining!"

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal lingered, and on the abyss of the divine soul, gray bloodline energy emerged, ripples falling, supporting the divine soul tightly.

A few moments.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, gathered his spiritual essence, and murmured:

"As expected, the Great Master's divine sense is insufficient to yield any results from the soul search."
At least a Nascent Soul True Monarch needs to intervene; otherwise, forcibly searching the soul will only result in a complete failure and a waste of such a great opportunity.

"The bloodline of the Demon Clan of the Puppet Master is the most outstanding opportunity even among the inheritances of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion."

Once born, a Nascent Soul True Monarch will surely intervene.

"Buzz!"

With a wave of his sleeve, a colorless and odorless rotten fragrance spread out.

The yin energy naturally vibrated, and a solemn aura soared into the sky, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened.

"woo"

With a groan of pain, Yuan Hai opened his sleepy eyes and awoke from his coma.

His senses slowly returned, and he felt his limbs bound by chains. His magic power, soul, and essence were all sealed. A sharp light shot out from his dark eyes.

Yuan Hai's gaze swept over Fang Yi, who was dressed in green, wearing a lotus crown, and sitting upright on the altar, and he sneered inwardly.

"Fang Yi, if I remember correctly, you are also a puppeteer. You captured me in this way because of the puppetry inheritance I possess."

The victor is king, the loser is villain. I was defeated by the one who lacked talent; my skills were inferior.

But you, a mere child, dare to covet my legacy?

Fang Yi's eyes were slightly closed, his demeanor measured, like that of a gentle and refined gentleman.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yuanhai. If I am not mistaken, your puppetry skills have already reached the quasi-fourth level."

"good!
My puppetry skills reached the near-fourth rank a thousand years ago.

I possess a puppet-based longevity technique, which has allowed me to live for a full thousand years.

If Fellow Daoist Fang Yi is willing to spare my life, I will offer this method with both hands.

Feeling the starlight evolving into runes in his dantian, a star map suppressing the golden core, Yuan Hai's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.
He spoke in a manner that was half threat and half advice.

"I also have some expertise in the Way of the Soul. Even if Tian Quezi were to take action, he would not be able to search the soul and obtain the inheritance."

Dayun is not Dayu. Dayu has a highly developed civilization of cultivating immortality and a flourishing of all arts and crafts.

"Given the barrenness and lack of traditions in the Great Cloud Realm, even you, Fang Yi, as the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, will find it difficult to obtain further advancements in the Puppet Dao inheritance."

"Is that so?" Fang Yi's eyes gleamed, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Why not exchange it with me for the inheritance? I can swear an oath never to return after leaving the Great Yun."

"die!"

The bone armor on Yuan Hai's arms gleamed with a sharp light, transforming into bone blades on his arms.

"Oh!"

The chains binding his limbs were shattered instantly by the bone blade.

He roared to the sky, transforming into a blur as he crashed into Fang Yi.

"With only you, Fang Yi, here and that monster Tian Que not here, do you really think a junior can restrain me?"

"You want to use me as a whetstone to hone the younger generation?"

dream! "

"Zheng!"

Looking at the bone blade so close at hand, Fang Yi remained calm and composed, as if he had expected it all along.

The Demonic Path Master wouldn't be willing to talk unless he suffered some hardship.
"Fellow Daoist Yuanhai, your haste will surely lead to great suffering."

He pointed with his long, slender index finger, and a wisp of blue light appeared.

"Crash!"

"how is this possible?"

Yuan Hai's eyes widened in shock as he felt the chains that should have been shattered binding his limbs once more.

"I clearly shattered those chains?!"

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"

The bone armor stood upright, and the chilling sword light slashed at the chains, creating sparks, but it couldn't budge the chains an inch.

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"the chains"
It's not a problem with the chains; the chains have never been broken. Is it an illusion?
"Illusionary magic at the level of a Grandmaster?"

The surging magical power within his meridians transformed into illusion, and he felt a dreamlike and hazy Daoist rhythm flowing within his soul.

A wisp of gray light flowed, and the power of bloodline emerged, transforming into an ancient umbrella that unfurled a mysterious Daoist charm.

"How can it be?

Fang Yi, you are only at the fourth level of Core Formation. Even if you can fight against the so-called sect leader, it's not enough.
"He's not even a Great Immortal, let alone someone who can manipulate such a vast amount of divine consciousness to create illusions?"

"Why not?"

Fang Yi was all smiles when, behind him, a phantom of a cultivator with silver hair and a sinister face stood with his hands behind his back.

"What do you think of my Yin Li Illusion Technique, Fellow Daoist Yuan Hai?"

"The divine sense of a Great True Person?"

Yuan Hai's eyes widened in shock, and he completely suppressed his contempt, speaking solemnly to Fang Yi.

"It was my poor eyesight that led me to underestimate Fellow Daoist Qingyang."
"Able to manipulate the divine sense of a Grandmaster with exquisite precision and unleash top-tier illusion techniques, Fang Yi's spiritual foundation is terrifyingly profound."

"But fellow Daoist believes that by doing so, one can obtain the lineage of the Puppet Master from me."

That greatly underestimates me!

"Buzz!"

A wisp of gray bloodline appeared between his brows, and Yuan Hai closed his eyes tightly, focusing on his inner self.

The soul is completely curled up within the golden elixir, sealing off the five senses.

[Sever the Six Hearts]!
This is an innate bloodline supernatural power of the Puppet Master Demon Clan, which has neither offensive nor defensive capabilities.

Its sole purpose is to seal away divine soul techniques, ensuring that the inheritance is not leaked.

After the ancient war resulted in the leakage of the inheritance, which led to the creation of a fourth-tier puppet master, the puppeteer clan, after much agonizing reflection, had several powerful figures intervene and leave a mark on their bloodline.

"Why is Fellow Daoist Yuanhai in such a hurry?"

Fang Yi smiled faintly, his five fingers making a grasping motion, and streams of puppet runes flowed, transforming into a bladeless spirit axe.

"Bronze opens, wood and stone walkways appear. Fang Yi, successor of the Divine Craftsmanship Pavilion, greets fellow Daoists of the Puppet Master lineage."

"The Pavilion of Divine Craftsmanship"?

"Wow!"

The murderous intent surged within Yuan Hai's eyes, which were shut down from the five senses and six consciousnesses, and the resentment revealed in his bloodline rushed straight to his soul.

His pupils reflected the ancient, bladeless giant axe, filled with chilling hatred.

"The Demonic Axe Seal, you are actually a direct descendant of the Demonic Axe Divine Craftsmanship Pavilion!"
Hey, after a hundred thousand years, the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion still has a legacy of its traditions!

Sensing the hatred in Yuan Hai's eyes, Fang Yi smiled and spoke in a deep voice.

"The ten ancient sects each have their own origins, symbolizing the pinnacle of immortality. They have made great contributions to the human world and their lineage will not be interrupted."

The Azure Emperor Palace follows the Way of Wood Spirit, possessing the Mysterious Heavenly Spiritual Root to suppress destiny; the Five Villages Temple follows the Way of Blessed Lands, with the earliest treasures of the Blessed Lands originating from the Five Villages Temple.
Yin-Yang Taoism, Da Nuojiao, and Zhenlingdian each have their own origins.

"And the fact that the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion was able to secure a place and become an ancient overlord is largely thanks to..."

"Thank you for the sacrifice of my Demonic Puppet Master ancestors?" Yuan Hai said bitterly, his eyes filled with gloom. In the beginning of ancient times, the Puppet Path was merely the lowest of the hundred arts of cultivation. Even if a Puppet Master devoted all his efforts, he could only barely refine a third-tier puppet.

In the various schools of thought, it can be described as a double-edged sword, tasteless to eat but a pity to discard.

The emergence of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion, one of the ten ancient sects, was indeed "thanks" to the invasion of the demonic path, which allowed talented heroes to rise up and dedicate their efforts.
Only by using the profound principles of mechanical manipulation to complement the principles of puppetry can a master of puppetry be born.

The Puppet Master Demon Clan, on the other hand, is born with puppet-path runes, which, to puppet-path masters, represent the expended effort and energy of their cultivation.
Yuan Hai's eyes were sinister. In ancient times, if it weren't for the extraordinary talent of the founder of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion...

How could the puppet master demons end up like this?

With his talent and bloodline, he had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. How could he possibly become a rat in a ditch, hiding here and there?

In order to prevent the Nascent Soul Spirit from damaging its own foundation in the Jianyang Secret Realm, which resulted in a near-death experience and has been delayed until now.

The Longevity Method of the Puppet Master Clan
Rather than a method to prolong life, it's more accurate to call it a method of feigning death, a way to prolong one's life.
He remained like a dead object in the White Bone Sect for a thousand years. If it weren't for some good fortune and luck, the White Bone Demon God would have been completely refined by the other Great True Persons long ago.

He was powerless to resist.
Fang Yi stood up, his slender fingers moving in various hand seals.

With hands bound inside, index fingers held vertically together, and thumbs pressing down on the ring fingernails, a cunning and ruthless energy permeates the flow of the Dharma seal.

“Fellow Daoist Yuanhai, according to ancient rites, I wish to compete with you to see who is superior in the Dao of Puppet and Puppet.”

"The loser eats the dust, the winner inherits all the legacy."

"Buzz!"

An ancient and simple seal, with its orderly flow of energy, stirs up a powerful force in the unseen realm.

This is a battle contract left behind by the ascended ancestor of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion and a powerful puppeteer from the Demon Clan.

Fang Yi used his fingers as a brush, creating a long string of tiny characters in the air.

"How dare you!"
Do you really think you're some kind of genius who can outmaneuver me like this?!

Yuan Hai's eyes were cold. This Fang Yi was only a third-level puppeteer and had not even touched the path of a grandmaster, yet he dared to be so arrogant.

He suppressed the boiling murderous intent in his heart, clenched his fist, and pounded his chest.

"puff!"

A stream of gray blood mist gushed forth and flowed into the magic contract.

"Buzz!"

The spiritual light within the contract flowed and transformed into two beams of silver light that entered the souls of the two individuals.

Feeling the binding force of the contract, Yuan Hai's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he sneered repeatedly.

"Fang Yi, you've been tricked!"

Not only did I inherit the lineage of the Puppet Master, but I also have a profound understanding of the art of puppetry.
The legacy of the Divine Craftsmanship Pavilion?

Yuan Hai bound his hands inside, his six fingers held vertically together, his thumb pressing down on his ring fingernail, a cunning and ruthless energy permeating the flow of the Order Seal.

He also formed a puppet battle seal, which was even more precise than Fang Yi's.

"I also possess the legacy of the Divine Craftsmanship Pavilion!"
If it weren't for the fact that Dayun was barren and lacked nourishment, it wouldn't have been able to recover to its full glory.

With my mastery of both mechanical puppetry and puppetry, both of which are at the near-fourth-tier level, and with the two skills interconnected, I'm practically one foot in the fourth-tier grandmaster position.

"In this ancient battle of puppets, what do you have to offer to defeat me?"

"Seek death!"

Yuan Hai tugged at the chains, speaking impatiently.

"Beast puppets, mechanical puppets, human puppets, demonic shells—Fang Yi, how do you intend to fight? I'll gladly oblige!"

"Fellow Daoist Yuanhai, are you so confident?"

Fang Yi smiled faintly, sensing the power of the Dharma Contract within his soul, which was transforming into a bronze scale.

There is a flow of energy on each end of the balance.

They are respectively a phantom image of a large ancient Chinese toon tree and a demonic cultivator wearing bone armor and having six fingers on his hands.

"Confidence?" Yuan Hai said proudly. "This place of exile in Dayun doesn't even have a quasi-fourth-tier puppeteer."

"Fang Yi, what makes you think you can compete with me?"

There are no near-fourth-tier puppeteers.

Seeing the smug look in Yuan Hai's eyes, the illusory image of the Corpse God behind Fang Yi completely exploded, and the dreamlike scene completely dissipated.

His fingertips pulsed with magical power, and a wisp of blue light transformed into a scroll of magic.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanhai, would you like to know the exact time of this battle between the puppet and the puppet?"

"date?!"

Yuan Hai's pupils contracted as he stared at the blank date and roared.

"Shameless brat, how dare you scheme against me like this!"

"Fellow Daoist Yuanhai, you flatter me. I am still somewhat lacking in the cultivation of a quasi-fourth-order puppet Daoist."

How dare I compare myself to a fellow Daoist who has already reached the near-fourth rank in both puppetry and mecha techniques, and is halfway to the Grandmaster level?

Fang Yi waved his sleeve and patted his storage bag, sending out dozens of beams of spiritual light.

As the spiritual light dissipated, the yellow talismans spontaneously combusted without wind, and the spirit-sealing jade boxes of varying sizes opened.

Dark iron, silvery silk threads, rustic animal hide, and verdant bamboo branches.
One after another, third-tier spiritual objects were taken out, suspended in the air, absorbing and releasing spiritual energy.

Having achieved his goal, Fang Yi would not delay any longer. He extended his five fingers and reached out to grab the Abyss Sea.

"A brilliant plan!"

If I were to hang myself, with this mechanical battle contract, all the inheritance within my soul would be transferred to you.”

Yuan Hai's eyes were deep and still, his pupils regaining their composure, like a vast ocean, unfathomable.

"Fang Yi, you are stopping me from hanging myself."

However, to obtain all the inheritance of the Puppeteer lineage, one must ultimately surpass me.
The puppet show contract can only last for a maximum of sixty years.

If the magical duel is not completed after the Jiazi year, the contract will become invalid.

"You think you can reach the fourth-order puppetry skill in just sixty years?"
Idiot's dream!

"I'm waiting for you!"

The lingering sound rose gently, Yuan Hai closed his eyes tightly, shutting off his six senses, and focused his soul on guarding the oneness of the universe, completely blocking out the inside and outside.

"Sixty years?"

Fang Yi's eyes revealed a look of infatuation as he gazed at Yuan Hai's slender body, pale bone armor, and pure aura.

He murmured quietly.

"Good spirit"
With the help of this spiritual object, and to verify what I've learned, could I reach the quasi-grandmaster level of the Puppet Dao in sixty years?

"I don't need three years to take the crucial first step."

Fang Yi summoned the repaired Five Poison Cauldron and spat out a mouthful of elixir fire the size of an egg, which landed at the bottom of the cauldron.

"Oh!"

The true fire boiled up in an instant, turning into flames that licked at the cauldron.

A piece of dark spirit iron fell, and blue true fire surged. In less than a quarter of an hour, a fist-sized ball of spirit liquid took shape.

"The Secret Technique of the Ghostly Axe: The Humanoid Puppet Technique!"

"Ok?"

Outside the blessed land of withered and flourishing, an old monk with white hair and beard sat cross-legged on the Dharma platform, his body hunched over.

Tian Quezi opened his tightly closed eyes and gazed at the ruins deep in the mountains, where a spiritual spring was faintly visible.

"Wow!"

The banners of decay and prosperity in the ruins fluttered, constantly drawing in the ethereal spiritual energy from the spring.

He did some quick calculations with his fingers, and an ancient-looking roulette wheel began to spin behind him.

"A python swallowing a dragon?"

"What exactly did Fang Yi do that showed signs of completely swallowing the Abyss Sea?"

Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, his heart filled with mixed joy and surprise.

"Originally, we were hoping that Fang would be able to learn by analogy, as he has the bloodline of the Yanshi."

"To reach the rank of a third-tier superior puppeteer as soon as possible"

"Now there is a sign that a python is swallowing a dragon, which is a great sign of a surge in fortune."

"This is a rare opportunity, and I will lend you a hand."

Tian Quezi patted his storage bag, and a beam of spiritual light appeared, falling into the depths of the mountain range.

Three years.
"Let this old man see just how much you've changed in these three years, Fang Yi."

(End of this chapter)