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

Chapter 849 A Small Test of Skill, Towards Qianbo
"How are your preparations, Junior Nephew Fang?"

The hexagrams of Qian and Kun change, and Tian Quezi, dressed in a plain white robe, stands on the altar, with a wheel appearing and disappearing behind him.

The roulette wheel appears and disappears, and the three stars of Tianfu, Tianliang, and Tiantong in the Southern Dipper can be vaguely seen lighting up, evolving into a star map.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, his divine sense flowing as he gazed at Fang Yi, who was tall and imposing, exuding a powerful aura, wearing a blue robe and a jade crown.

“Nephew Fang, you have obtained my Traceless Dodder, a remains of a puppeteer with demonic bloodline.”

"What I gained during my three years of seclusion should be shown."

"The White Bone Mountain Gate is now nothing but ruins and half of a sacred peak."
"By chance, I used the Abyss Sea Puppet crafted by my junior brother Fang to completely erase the source of the energy."

Tianque's eyes were filled with a sense of testing.

After the White Bone Sect incident, the hidden forces of the Joyful Union Sect, Heavenly Blade Dock, and White Bone Sect were all activated. After that, he should return to Xuan Yang Mountain to do his best to conceal the secrets of heaven and harmonize the changes in spiritual energy.

"This matter is easily resolved. Uncle-Master Tianque, please wait a moment."

Fang Yi had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his demeanor was measured. He carried the complete treasure materials of the Puppet Master Demon Clan, the top spiritual item of the Puppet Dao, the dodder seed, and the long-prepared Guiyuan wine yeast.
In the Xuan Yang Mountain sect, the capable rise and the lazy fall. Having received such benefits, one must naturally realize their full value.
"Edict!"

He lifted his boot and took a step forward, and a blue lotus appeared beneath his feet, lifting the handsome young man thousands of feet into the air.

Gazing at the ruins scattered across the city, Fang Yi's thoughts raced through his mind, and then his Qingyun Dharma Robe trembled.

"Screech!" "Screech!" "Screech!"

The creaking of gears filled the air, accompanied by an aura of majesty, as a large hand covered in bone armor slowly emerged.

"Gathering Yin Qi, Yin-Nether Great Handprint."

The large, pale hand covered in bone armor spread out its five fingers, breathing in and out spiritual energy.

The pale white bone handprint continued to expand, transforming into a massive gray handprint that blotted out the sky and slammed down.

"boom!"

Mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and ruins spanning hundreds of miles were shattered. The already damaged mountain range was completely pulverized into the earth, leaving only a giant handprint that stretched for nearly a hundred miles.
"A high-grade third-tier puppet?"
"Junior Brother Fang has such talent; he has managed to preserve the Puppeteer bloodline of Yuan Hai so completely."

Tian Quezi holds a dove-shaped staff, surrounded by a hazy starlight that seems to faintly outline the shadows of a head, limbs, and neck.

He pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Nephew Fang Yi, you were able to refine the puppet to a high-grade third rank, even though Yuan Hai possesses the bloodline of the Puppet Master Demon Clan."
Having benefited from that old monster in the Abyss Sea, his foundation in the Puppet Dao is already quite profound.

My junior apprentice is probably not far from becoming a high-grade third-tier puppeteer.

Tian Quezi's gaze was like a knife, its sharpness fully revealed, piercing straight into Fang Yi's soul.

"With this Abyss Sea Puppet, the third-tier superior medical cultivation, and a top-tier magic treasure like the Creation Banner."
In the vast world of cultivation, Fang Yi, the junior disciple, has already reached the pinnacle.

But don't forget Yin Yue, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. With your looks and background, Yu Ji will do everything in her power to win you over."

Before Fang Yi could speak, Tian Quezi held a dove-shaped staff, with many figures seemingly appearing and disappearing behind him.

"I have other important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."
We elders have done our best to support the direct disciples within the sect.

What your future holds depends on your destiny, Fang Yi.

He took a step forward, transformed into starlight, and vanished, his voice lingering.

"Fang Yi, let the cultivators of Dayun see the sharpness of you, the sect leader of Xuan Yang Mountain."

Fang Yi watched a ray of starlight disappear into the sky as it fled towards Xuan Yang Mountain.

He sensed the mysterious place, the fortune of Xuan Yang Mountain was like oil being cooked in a raging fire, and then he murmured softly.

"After a thousand years of planning and the sacrifice of six generations of successors, this Nascent Soul stage has entered its final and most dangerous phase."
"Bearing a star soul, he possesses resolute and ruthless methods."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep and thoughtful as he analyzed the changing situation in Dayun.

A moment later, he transformed into a streak of azure light and fled.

Qianbo Lake, with its shimmering waves, swaying lotus blossoms, and water lilies exuding a spiritual aura.
At the summit of Jiuhe Peak, a Dharma platform stands tall, with strict Dharma prohibitions flowing through it.

The altar, carved from ancient jade, is covered with mysterious patterns and houses the Burning Heart Glass Mirror, which emits a radiant, precious light.

"Edict!"

Yang Xu's eyes were dark, and he was draped in a robe of mysterious light and mist, constantly casting spells with his fingertips.

The shimmering, crystalline light seemed to devour the accumulated fortune of the Azure Water Pavilion like a whale swallowing its prey. As the final magic seal was cast, the blurry scene on the mirror gradually became clear.

A scroll of crystalline light condensed and transformed into a treasure map of destiny.

The mirror is filled with red, white, blue, and gold spiritual light, which together manifest various extraordinary phenomena of destiny.

A crimson sun suppressed all directions; the skeletal demon god's eyes were ruthless, and he had six arms behind his back; the gilded heavenly blade spit out cold light.
"Oh!"

A hazy, gray aura flowed, and the White Bone Demon God, symbolizing the fortune of the White Bone Sect, collapsed.
"A major disaster has struck the White Bone Sect; the sect's symbolic fortune has collapsed, and its spiritual veins have crumbled."

Yang Xu waved his hand and released a jade talisman, muttering softly.

"The Azure Water Pavilion is incompetent; they didn't even know the White Bone Sect's lineage had been destroyed."

"Buzz!"

A few moments.

A beam of azure light descended, and Yu Yuanzi, clad in the Vast Ocean Dharma Robe, stepped out slowly.

"Brother Yang, what brings you here?"

"What's the matter?"

Yang Xu pointed to the Burning Heart Glass Mirror, on which the fortunes of various factions changed.

"Take a look and see why I have summoned you."

The White Bone Sect's fortune has been completely destroyed, and you know nothing about it?

"Brother Yang Xu, I have the will, but not the strength."
"Tian Quezi blocked the mountain gate; news from the White Bone Sect was handled by his subordinates."

"That day, the missing awning boat was still on Thousand Lake."

"Humph!"

Yang Xu sneered, unmoved by Yu Yuanzi's softened stance.

He has already condescended to come to Dayun; there's no reason for him to make a move so easily.
"Brother Yang, have I failed to provide adequate hospitality?"

Yu Yuanzi's expression changed slightly. He turned his head to look outside the mountain gate. The Zhou Tian Star Chart rotated, sealing off all directions.

She looked rather unpleasant.
He had only intended to plead his case to Yang Xu, hoping to gain some support, but unexpectedly...
Tian Quezi did such a terrible thing!

On the shimmering lake, a covered boat is surrounded by the aroma of fresh food. On the deck, You Xishan stands with his hands behind his back, his aura locked on the depths of the Biyue Pavilion.

"According to Master's message, the White Bone Sect's cover-up has been removed, and the Burning Heart Glazed Mirror, this treasure of destiny..."
That's the root of all trouble!

He patted the jade gourd at his waist, pointed his finger, and cast a hand seal.

"Boom!"

"Let's test this first and see how much skill Yu Yuanzi still possesses."
The only reason I can delay this old codger in charge of the Azure Water Pavilion is because of my master's past reputation.

You Xishan's gaze was deep and mysterious, and his divine sense surged forth, revealing every detail of his aura.

"Now, let's test her methods first."

Given the Master's nature, he would surely give further guidance before taking the final step.

The prerequisite is passing her test.

"Great Star Hand!"

Yu Xishan's magical power flowed, and the Great Master's aura surged forth, evolving into layers of star trails.

"Tianquezi!"

Ten thousand miles away.

The azure light paused slightly, and Fang Yi hovered in the clouds, his expression solemn.

"Why did they start fighting so quickly at the Jade Water Pavilion?"

　I'm stuck on the writing. I'll work out the outline tomorrow, and I should have a chapter by around 14 PM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)