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

Chapter 856 The Ancestral Master Bestows a Treasure, Deducing Profound Techniques

Fang Yi frowned slightly. Behind him, the large Chinese toon tree had half of its energy withered and decayed, while the other half was lush and green, surrounded by vitality. The green and yellow Daoist charms reflected each other, and the cycle of decay and prosperity continued.

"Imperial Edict!"

The cycle of flourishing and decay turns!

His divine senses shifted, and the vitality of his crystal-clear, jade-like skin receded, giving it a dull, yellowish hue reminiscent of old wood.

Behind him, the half-withered, half-flourishing Chinese toon tree had completely withered, its branches and trunks rotten, its vitality gone, turning it into a half-dead old tree.

"Grandmaster Guangsheng..."

Fang Yi stood up from the lotus platform, tall and elegant, a hint of curiosity appearing in his eyes.

"The leaders of the three lineages of Xuanyang Mountain in this generation are all extraordinary individuals. What makes this Patriarch Guangsheng so remarkable...?"

A Core Formation cultivator's lifespan is five hundred years; even if they exhaust all their methods, it's difficult to extend their lifespan by another hundred years...

but……"

He looked up toward the ancestral hall, sensing the dense aura of evil spirits, and murmured softly.

Is it different from the path described in the Sutra of Life, Death, and Prosperity?

Fang Yi raised his five fingers, and a silver phoenix pattern rose up, seemingly imbued with spiritual light.

"Although the silver phoenix pattern on the talisman aids in deduce the [Two-Nine Profound Technique], making the process twice as effective, it still requires the body-refining techniques of the sect..."

In particular, the secret transmission of the three lineages is not confined to the library.

Judging by the timeline, Huo Zhao will soon be due to abandon his core cultivation and begin rebuilding his cultivation.

"The three lineages are the core of our lineage, and my face alone is not enough to save face."
What a trouble
If things become impossible, then postpone it a little longer until I break through to the late stage of Core Formation.
This concerns the foundation for your future Nascent Soul cultivation; there can be no negligence whatsoever.

"Buzz!"

Pure blood energy rose from all parts of the body, faintly transforming into a cloud of blood and qi, stirring up waves of heat.

"Da Yun is not comparable to Da Yu, and Xuan Yang Mountain is not comparable to a Nascent Soul sect. The essence of the three treasures—essence, qi, and spirit—is perfected; no arduous cultivation is needed, only the assistance of spiritual objects."
"If you wish to reach the Nascent Soul realm, body refinement is the only true path."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep and mysterious. He flicked his green cloud robe and followed the jade path toward the foot of the mountain.

……

Wuji Peak, at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Heng watched as Fang Yi walked towards him, his clothes fluttering, his exposed skin gleaming with the color of yellow jade.

Zhang Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he sensed the pure and withered Daoist charm, and a sincere smile appeared on his lips.

"Greetings, Sect Leader."

Cultivators value strength above all else. Fang Yi, wielding the Abyss Sea Puppet, is capable of fighting a Grand True Person. Therefore, he did not rely on seniority to act arrogantly, and his words were polite as he bowed.

"After Master Guang Sheng awoke, the Ancestral Hall was sealed off."

Now, my master wishes to see the sect leader. I hope you will come with me.

"Thank you for leading the way, Uncle Hengyi." Fang Yi bowed in return, his demeanor refined and gentlemanly.

Sensing the increasingly vibrant life force emanating from Zhang Hengyi, he seemed lost in thought.

It is extremely rare for someone to cultivate to such a level as Mu Shengyi's Golden Core.

A few moments.

Chunyang Peak, with its ancient and vigorous trees swaying and clouds churning, is where a flock of blue cranes flap their wings and sing elegantly, gathering wind and water.

A light drizzle fell, creating a scene reminiscent of an autumn evening after a fresh rain in an empty mountain.

"This is a fourth-tier spiritual plant?"

At the foot of the mountain, Fang Yi's eyes gleamed with a blue light as he gazed at the dark, oppressive aura beneath the clouds.

And, extremely pure wood elemental power.

"No, it's still a bit lacking, but it's still at the peak of the near-fourth rank."

Fang Yi was curious. Huang Guangsheng's lifespan had long exceeded five hundred years, yet he could still maintain a strange, yet vibrant aura.
Is this due to a fortuitous encounter with a secret method, or is it due to the creation of a life-extending supernatural power by oneself?

He reached out and made a tentative probe, and a wisp of dim, yellowish light fell down.

"hiss!"

The crane, its wings spread across the azure sky, has shed its flesh and blood, leaving only its cold, white bones; the ancient, vigorous tree has lost all its branches and leaves, leaving only withered, decaying trunks.
The scene of fresh rain in the empty mountains has transformed into the eerie sight of ancient tombs.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The Yin energy gathered and transformed into hideous ghost faces, their eerie green eyes all looking at Fang Yi with astonishing appetite.

"A perfect prototype of the temple, and it seems to have a unique and ingenious structure." Fang Yi's hair stood on end, and his heart was filled with excitement.

He instantly realized that this ghostly creature was powerful enough to severely injure a Grand Master, and was in no way inferior to Tian Quezi.

"Truly worthy of being called Patriarch Guang Sheng."

"The Sect Leader has excellent insight. Although the Ancestor's lifespan is nearing its end, this is also the time when he is at his most powerful."

Zhang Heng's expression was solemn. With a wave of his sleeve, he invoked an ancient and simple decree.

The vibrant energy gathered and transformed into a verdant, ethereal light that cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Crash!"

Layer upon layer of verdant spiritual light converged with vitality, evolving into the power of wood element, constantly washing away the gloomy Pure Yang Peak.

The phosphorescent flames died down, the ghostly energy was suppressed to the bottom of the peak, and a turbid, aged divine consciousness regained some clarity.

What year is it today?

A hoarse voice rang out, echoing across the Lingfeng Peak, as if the cycle of time had turned and years had passed swiftly.
In the Ancestral Hall atop Chunyang Peak, a sinister divine consciousness rose up, murmuring softly.

"Has another three years passed in the blink of an eye?"

"boom!"

A beam of precious earth light rose up, drawing upon the earth's energy to create a landscape of spiritual fields. The earth's energy swirled like a dragon, and spiritual plants formed forests, creating numerous wondrous phenomena.

"Fang Yi."

Huang Guangsheng chewed softly, watching the figure entering the Ancestral Hall, a stiff smile appearing on his lips.

"I never expected that a junior like you would be able to establish your own lineage."

"Hengyi greets Master, wishing Master a long life." Zhang Hengyi wore a purple-gold crown, a brocade robe, and a jade ring at his waist, his eyes revealing a look of deep affection.

"Fang Yi pays respects to the Ancestral Master."

Looking at Huang Guangsheng, who was dressed in hemp clothing, his body stiff and his skin and hair completely woody.
Fang Yi suppressed his surprise and bowed respectfully without changing his expression.

"kindness!"

A vast, silent divine consciousness rose up, touching Fang Yi's skin, which shimmered with the luster of topaz, but did not penetrate it.

Huang Guangsheng sat cross-legged on the futon and began to speak:

"Hengyi, I have something to discuss with Fang Yi. You may leave now."

"Master?" Zhang Heng looked surprised. He hadn't acted this way when he spoke with Xiao Changce earlier.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"What's wrong? Is your old master no longer able to order you around?"

"Disciple dare not!"

Zhang Heng bowed once, then slowly left the Ancestral Hall and closed the door.

"Crack!"

As the gate, carved with the five grains, closed, the Ancestral Hall became dimly lit, with only a hundred or so soul lamps flickering with eerie green light.

"Fang Yi, please sit down."

Huang Guangsheng waved his sleeve, and a prayer mat landed. He spoke softly.

"You are a disciple of Changce, there is no need to be so reserved."

The old man has one foot in the grave. He's come to see if you, his descendant, need any help from him.

Fang Yi felt no malice from Huang Guangsheng, but rather a touch of care. Without being polite, he lifted his robe and sat on the futon.

"With Master Changce's support and guidance, this disciple..."

"Ha!" Huang Guangsheng chuckled. "Don't flatter Chang Ce. That good-for-nothing junior only broke through to the fourth level of Core Formation when he was over three hundred years old."

How could he possibly have the ability to teach such a gifted disciple as you?
If it weren't for Yu Lingchu's unique skill, he wouldn't even have made it onto the Pure Yang Golden List.

"."

The Ancestral Hall was completely silent, with only the occasional spark from the Soul Lamp making a sound.

A few moments.

Looking at Fang Yi, who remained silent, expressionless, and highly wary, Huang Guangsheng sighed softly.

"A mid-grade spiritual root, without the support of a master. Cultivating alone on the rugged path of immortality until now, it must have been difficult."

"Back then, I was in the same situation. My spiritual roots were inferior to others, my cultivation was inferior to others, and I had no teachers to support me."
Earning even half a spirit stone would make me happy for days.

"It's better to be cautious."
The path to immortality is rugged, and one must walk alone. Those who are cautious and prudent are always able to go a few more steps and see more of the scenery.

A look of reminiscence crossed Huang Guangsheng's eyes, as if he saw his own reflection in Fang Yi.

Five hundred years ago, when he first stepped onto the path of immortality, he was just as cautious and careful, like a fledgling beast, wary of everything.

It wasn't until I entered the ancestral hall and inherited the lineage of the sect that I made one or two good friends.

Fang Yi's situation was even more difficult.
"You regard everything within the sect as resources, your aim is the Nascent Soul path," Huang Guangsheng said firmly. "Your resolve is extremely firm."

Fang Yi was shocked, not expecting Huang Guangsheng to have such a sharp eye, and was about to speak.

"You youngster, there's no need to explain. I've lived for five hundred years, so I do have some discernment."
You and Hengyi are like I and my junior brother Tianque back then.

Huang Guangsheng smiled, seemingly unperturbed that the sect leader regarded the three lineages' inheritance as resources.

"It's good that you have such ambitions."

However, the Great Cloud was too barren. In order for Senior Brother Chi Mei to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, all the spiritual treasures he had accumulated over a thousand years for Nascent Soul formation were thus consumed.

"When you reach the peak of Core Formation in your future cultivation, there will only be two paths left for you to take the next step."

One option is to cross the Sudu Mountain and enter the Ten Thousand Mountains to snatch food from the jaws of the wild demons.

The second option is to travel to the Great Yu Kingdom and compete with the most outstanding talents and heroes, including those with Heavenly Spiritual Roots, Innate Dao Bodies, and Nascent Soul disciples.
The third is…

Huang Guangsheng closed his eyes slightly, looked towards the direction of Lishan in the distance, and shook his head.

"The third is Mount Li, but this road is dangerous. Without the help of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, one has a nine-out-of-ten chance of dying."

For ten thousand years, the Great Clouds have been shrouded in darkness. Everyone knows that this place is connected to a corner of the Underworld, but only the Blood Corpse Sect has benefited from it, and in the end, it was destroyed by the Green Wood Palace.

If the founder of the Blood Corpse Sect was not mistaken, the lineage of the ancient demonic corpse also passed down.
The Underworld is vast and involves ancient secrets; you must not get involved.

"Let's try our luck in the Jianyang Secret Realm sometime in the future."
Both originated from ancient times, but their dangers are vastly different.

If you are lucky, you should be able to gain something in the Jianyang Secret Realm.

also"

With a wave of his sleeve, Huang Guangsheng sent down three beams of spiritual light, which transformed into an ancient decree, a pale blue jade slip, and a grayish-white spiritual leaf, respectively.

"According to what Junior Brother Tianque said, you wish to complete the [Two Nine Mysterious Techniques] to aid your cultivation path."

This jade slip contains the body-refining inheritance I collected, called the [Yin Wood Spirit Body], which is top-notch among those of the same level.

The Great Cloud is barren, unlike the Great Yu which has several fourth-order spiritual veins, perfecting the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, and refining top-tier medicinal herbs.

If we cultivators wish to advance further, we can only follow the path of body refinement step by step, honing our skills daily, in order to perfect our essence.

Fang Yi, holding this decree, may visit the two lineages of Tianji Peak and Xuanyang Main Lineage.

Both lineages have accumulated over a thousand years, each possessing a top-tier body-refining inheritance that is kept secret from outsiders.

"Considering I'm still clinging to life, with a sliver of energy left, Tianque and Chimei will give me some face."

Huang Guangsheng is quite carefree.

"Fang Yi, you need to hurry up. These two inheritances involve the fundamental lineages of Wugengzi and Xuanyang Main Lineage."

I'm still an old man, and they'll give me face, but when I die, my life ends and all ties are severed.

"At that time, my nephew Xishan and my senior brother Chimei might not give me face."

With a flick of his fingertip, the gray-white spirit leaf emitted a hazy, precious light.

"And these green locust leaves have the effect of concealing one's aura and dissolving one's physical form."

Despite all the concealment within the gate, it was merely a delaying tactic, which would inevitably attract the Nascent Soul stage monster of the Zoroastrian sect to attack.

The Nascent Soul Old Monster held the Burning Heart Glazed Mirror, which determined the fate of the Death Gate.

Even a True Person with cultivation above the Core Formation stage like you would be implicated by the sect's fortune before the Xuan Yang Mountain sect was wiped out, unable to escape the detection of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Scattering your forces across the Great Clouds is tantamount to courting death.

"With this spiritual leaf as a cover, you will not attract the attention of a Nascent Soul True Monarch in Xuan Yang Mountain."

If things are impossible

Huang Guangsheng murmured softly, "You should flee to Sudu Mountain for your life."
With the spiritual leaves providing cover, and with the three Daoist lineage successors, You Xishan, Wuhua, and Hengyi, attracting the attention of the Nascent Soul True Lord, the situation became even more challenging.

Once you reach Sudu Mountain, with the Nascent Soul Demon Lord of the Demon Clan intimidating you, the Nascent Soul Old Monster of the Fire Worship Cult will not take you seriously.

You have escaped with your life. Cultivate diligently. If you obtain a great opportunity, you can advance further and rebuild Xuan Yang.

"That's enough, there's no need to re-establish the orthodox tradition."

The thousand-year destiny of Xuanyang Mountain is too heavy. Whether it succeeds or fails, it will end in my generation.

"Don't involve the younger generation in these old, outdated matters."

The lingering sound faded away, and Huang Guangsheng waved his sleeve, sending a streak of dark brown light that swept Fang Yi away and landed at the foot of the mountain.

Chunyang Peak, at the foot of the mountain.

Fang Yi gazed at the three spiritual objects—a command, a bamboo slip, and a leaf—floating before him, emitting spiritual light.

He sincerely bowed and paid homage to the ancestral hall, then put away the three sacred objects.

"Master Guangsheng"

"Don't act like a child." A hoarse voice rang out, the clouds and mist churned, and Chunyang Peak was sealed off once again, falling into silence.

Fang Yi murmured softly, sighing inwardly.

This Master Guang Sheng had no desires whatsoever, and his actions were driven by a single reason.

However, he inherited the lineage of the ancestral hall, with some help from his elders.

"Is this what it means to pass on the torch?"

Fang Yi sighed inwardly, then transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Tianji Peak.

As Master Guang Sheng said, when it comes to the fundamental lineage of the Dao, there is only a certain amount of face left when the Master is still alive.

Once he passes away, You Xishan and Wu Hua will certainly not want others to witness the core of the Daoist tradition.

Half an hour later.

At Tianji Peak, a silver waterfall cascades down three thousand feet. You Xishan gazes at the blue light, his expression strange.

"Fang Yi?
He did not retreat into seclusion to practice his magic, but instead focused on his spiritual cultivation, awaiting the visit of the Great Master of the Fire Worship Sect.

What important matter brings you to Tianji Peak?

At the Star-Picking Pavilion, countless stars appear and disappear, their orbits evolving.

On the altar, Tian Quezi had white hair and beard, wore a hemp robe, and had cloudy eyes.

He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, holding a brown token, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Would you like to see the core body-refining inheritance of my lineage?"
That's enough, that's enough.
"For the sake of Senior Brother Guang Sheng."

He relaxed his furrowed brow, waved his sleeve, and a scroll of starlight surrounded an ancient map as it fell, with celestial hexagrams swirling around it.

"I'll lend you this Zhou Tian Bagua diagram for use in deriving the Erjiu Xuan Gong."

As for the main lineage inheritance of Xuan Yang, I will send someone to retrieve it.”

"Thank you, Uncle-Master Tianque." Fang Yi's eyes were filled with joy as he bowed deeply.

With the help of the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, he became even more confident in deducing the Erjiu Xuan Gong.

"You don't need to thank me," Tian Quezi said coldly.

"It involves the core of the Five-Year Ancestor's lineage, so only Senior Brother Guang Sheng would speak up. Otherwise, no matter how outstanding you are as a junior..."
What does it have to do with me?

(End of this chapter)