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

Chapter 858 Heavenly Deficiency Manifests Profound Technique, Surrounding and Killing Bai Yuan
"I, Bai Yuan, have come here by order of True Lord Huo Lie. All cultivators of Xuan Yang, why do you not come and pay your respects at once!"

Bai Yuan, with his red hair flowing down his shoulders and his eyes blazing with fire, skillfully positioned himself outside the protective array of Xuan Yang Mountain.

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Seeing that Xuan Yang Mountain was silent, he snorted coldly.

"How powerful they were when they destroyed the Azure Water Pavilion, how come they are now like a coward hiding in the mud?"
"Do you really think that just because you have the support of Medicine King Valley, you can disregard my sect?"

"Tian Que, Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, all of you, get out here!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Bai Yuan unleashed his power in all directions, causing streaks of white light to transform into white rays that swirled in the air, while an immense pressure descended upon him.

Tianji Mansion

"Boom!"

An immense pressure descended, causing the earth to tremble and the magical barriers within the grotto to shake.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the altar, drew out a wisp of purple energy from the Three Yang Pearl, and then unleashed a burst of magical power, enveloping the pearl as it sped towards the Crimson Sun Cliff.

"Such a fiery temper!"

He slightly closed his eyes, sensing the nine giant white-scaled snakes encircling the Xuan Yang Mountain gate, and spewed out true flames from his mouth.

"With a Nascent Soul True Monarch as their backer, they have no scruples towards Core Formation cultivators; they truly do whatever they want."

"Uncle-Master Tianque?"

Fang Yi gazed at the cave entrance, where the magical barrier rippled, and a hoarse voice rang out.

"Nephew Fang Yi, I need to take this Zhou Tian Bagua diagram for my use."

"Please make yourself at home, Uncle-Master."

With a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a beam of spiritual light, transforming the azure lotus flower enveloping Tianji Mansion into a precious banner, which he then tucked into his sleeve.

"Tap tap. tap."

Tian Quezi, hunched over and leaning on his dove-shaped cane, slowly stepped into the cave, his gaze sweeping over the broken ancient cauldron engraved with golden inscriptions.

"Has the 'Two-Nine Mysterious Technique' been deduced to this extent?"
Aside from the Yin Wood Spirit Body, the Seven Radiance Minor Forging Technique, and the Three Yang Book, there are other three-tiered body refining inheritances to complete the set.

It seems you had this planned all along, Fang Yi.

"That's good. With lofty aspirations and not blindly indulging in unorthodox methods, you save this old man a lot of trouble."

"I'll reveal the profound techniques I've painstakingly deduced without reservation. Young man, what do you want?"

The turbidity in Tian Quezi's eyes dissipated, and his gaze became majestic, like a colossal beast awakening from the starry sky.

"I beg my uncle to lend me a hand." Fang Yi said solemnly, bowing deeply.

"That's quite a long-term plan."
Do you know that Senior Brother Chi Mei has reached a critical moment, and there is also a Nascent Soul seed who has reached the peak of Core Formation outside the mountain gate?

"Not a single bit of my magical power can be easily depleted."

Fang Yi remained silent, his entire body circulated magical power, his face changed from green to yellow, and strands of extremely pure medicinal energy rose up, transforming into a perfectly round precious pill.

"Please assist me, Uncle-Master Tianque."

"You broke through to the third-tier superior spiritual physician in just a few years, and this natal medicinal energy is already 99% of what you have accumulated."

Once the old man absorbs the medicinal energy, his magical power will be restored.

The Daoist wisdom accumulated over the past two hundred years from spiritual plants and precious medicines has all vanished into nothingness.

Tian Quezi rubbed the thumb-sized emerald bead and said, "Xishan is also a third-tier superior Heavenly Mystery Master who has condensed his natal hexagram."

Why don't you wait until another time and ask him to help?

"Please help me, Uncle!" Fang Yi bowed again, his words earnest.

"You little devil, even though we're both disciples of the Ancestral Hall, Zhang Heng doesn't have even a fraction of your ambition."
Where did you find the clues again?

Tian Quezi chuckled lightly, not bothering to investigate further, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the emerald-green medicinal bead back.

Immediately, his withered index finger pointed out, and four natal hexagrams appeared, evolving into the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

"Your senior uncle will lend you one last helping hand."

"Buzz!"

A series of blurry figures, bathed in starlight, held counting rods, tortoise shells, or ancient maps.
"The method of interpreting the stars reveals the phenomena of the celestial sphere."

"The cardinal's wisdom is ever-changing, and the Luo River region undergoes transformation."

"The celestial evolution and the transformation of stars into mysteries"

The figures, their robes fluttering, chanted mysterious sounds, and simultaneously unleashed a beam of starlight, their profound energy flowing freely.

Ancient and archaic shamanic script appeared on the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, and spiritual patterns evolved.

The already evolved and nearly perfect Erjiu Xuan Gong, with its energy channels and Daoist rhythms, has been visibly perfected and enhanced.

Originally a second-rate lineage, its Daoist essence has continuously evolved, reaching new heights.
"Grandmaster of the Heavenly Mystery Path!!"

Fang Yi's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, his heart filled with shock. He never expected that Tian Quezi would take such a step.

He originally thought that Tianquezi would at most cultivate the Heavenly Secrets Path to the quasi-fourth level, touching the threshold of the Grandmaster.

The lineage of Wugengzi may lack the fourth-order inheritance of the Heavenly Mystery Path!
No wonder.
No wonder Tian Quezi was able to detect that I had signed a legal contract with Yuan Hai.
No wonder the sect is so bold as to invite a Nascent Soul seed from the Zoroastrian sect to their door.

The abilities of a Grandmaster of the Heavenly Mystery Path, in divining heavenly secrets, concealing one's tracks, and manipulating people's hearts, are no less than those of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

His eyes gleamed with a blue light as he gazed at the figures behind the old cultivator with his graying hair and beard, and a vague understanding dawned on him.

Did the patriarchs of all generations work together?
It seems to be drawing upon the combined fortune of the entire Great Cloud Realm.

A moment later, Tian Quezi, having completed and perfected the profound technique, glanced outside Xuan Yang Mountain and immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"Young Fang Yi, after completing the Two-Nine Mystic Technique, we still need to find a cauldron to test it and see if there are any errors or omissions."

The human body is a microcosm; no matter how complete the deduction of a practice method is, it may still have flaws if no one verifies it.

Your lifespan is only two hundred years, and you still need at least two hundred years of cultivation to reach the peak of Core Formation. Don't try to do it yourself.

"Once a cultivator condenses their core to verify this profound technique, your Five Extremes Peak lineage will have a hidden treasure of inheritance."

However, this profound skill is called "Two Nines," and it's just a little lacking in flavor.

With a wave of his sleeve, Tian Quezi caused the golden talisman on the broken ancient cauldron to shine brightly, and four ancient and simple spiritual patterns were engraved on it with flowing strokes.

He pushed the ancient cauldron in front of Fang Yi and said to himself:
"The Great Derivation Number is fifty, and its application is forty-nine. This method is called the [Forty-Nine Mysterious Technique]."

May you, Fang Yi, young man, achieve perfection in your cultivation and attain the position of Nascent Soul True Lord.

"Thank you for your assistance, Uncle-Master." Fang Yi bowed respectfully, then put away the ancient cauldron and felt the Daoist aura that seemed to have a tangible substance.

He only needs to unleash his magic power to activate the inheritance, and the ancient cauldron will immediately evolve into a magical treasure and advance to a higher level.

This was not due to the superior material of the ancient cauldron, but rather the enhancement of the Daoist essence through the evolution of profound techniques, which allowed it to break through all laws with a single force, thus elevating the second-tier spiritual iron to the third tier.

'This [Forty-Nine Mysterious Technique] is now identical to the original.'

However, it is still necessary to find a cultivator to practice with and verify whether there are any flaws.

He felt fortunate; if he hadn't become the head of Xuan Yang Mountain and ranked on the Pure Yang Golden List, he wouldn't have been able to find a master of the Heavenly Mystery Path to help him.

Cultivating immortality involves a hundred arts: alchemy, talismans, formations, artifacts, divination, medicine, and puppetry. Reaching the fourth-tier Grandmaster level in any of these arts would make one a powerful figure in the Great Yu Dynasty and even the entire Qiongzhou.

Even Nascent Soul True Monarchs have to show some respect, let alone Core Formation True Immortals. Just being able to meet them is considered a great stroke of luck.

Seeing Fang Yi put away the ancient cauldron with joy in his eyes, Tian Quezi tapped his dove-shaped staff lightly and spoke.

"Come with me on this journey."

Although Bai Yuan acted arrogantly, he remained cautious and did not enter Xuan Yang Mountain.

We'll need to greet you and me a little.
"That Bai Yuan is arrogant and domineering; you should be prepared."

"Yes!" Fang Yi bowed and nodded in agreement, then followed Tian Quezi step by step towards the outside of the mountain gate.

"Buzz!"

On Xuan Yang Mountain, strands of starlight and vitality emerge, breathing in spiritual energy and evolving into new patterns.

Ultimately, it transformed into a rainbow bridge, sending out wisps of clouds to isolate the swimming white-scaled giant snake.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Bai Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce glint appearing in them as he watched an old man and a young man slowly approaching on the Rainbow Bridge.

"Tian Quezi greets Fellow Daoist Bai Yuan," Tian Quezi said politely.

Fang Yi, also behaving with proper decorum, bowed respectfully. "Qingyangzi greets Brother Baiyuan."

"Heavenly Deficiency?"

Bai Yuan's gaze swept over Tian Quezi, whose skin was dark and covered with age spots, before settling on Fang Yi, whose face was handsome and whose eyebrows were like swords and whose eyes were like stars.

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi?"
They've certainly accomplished something great!

He waved his hand, leaving a slap mark.

"Snapped!"

Fang Yi groaned, his left cheek visibly swollen three feet high, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Feeling the burning pain on his cheeks, his heart turned cold, like a deep, ancient pool, and a hint of anger squeezed out of his eyes.

"What? You, a junior, are not convinced?"

"Slap!" Another slap landed, and Fang Yi's right cheek swelled up three feet.

"Qingyangzi wouldn't dare!"

Fang Yi suppressed the anger in his eyes, and a look of cowardice appeared in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Thinking of Ruan Yuxi's graceful figure with her Heavenly Spirit Root and its benefits to her cultivation, Bai Yuan's lips curled up, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"Don't dare?"
"You seem to have a lot of guts, daring to kill Yu Yuanzi."

"Kneel down before me!"

"boom!"

A crimson aura soared into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, causing mountains to tilt, and then crushing down upon Fang Yi.

"Pfft!"

Fang Yi bent his knees and prostrated himself on the ground, fully suppressing the qi and magical power in his dantian.

"Heh, this looks much better."

Seeing that Tian Quezi dared not speak out against such humiliation, Bai Yuan's guard relaxed slightly.

"Tianquezi, receive the decree of the True Lord!"

"boom!"

An ancient scroll was unfurled, emitting a brilliant crimson and white light, its vast power stirring up the winds and clouds across a thousand miles.

A majestic cultivator, wearing a black crown, appeared.

"Fang Yi and Zhang Hengyi of Xuanyang Mountain are ruthless and unscrupulous, practicing the demonic path of cultivation."

By the decree of the Fiery Lord, Fang Yi and Zhang Hengyi are to be captured and sent to the vast icy plains to serve a hundred years of hard labor.

"Tian Quezi, do you have any objections?"

Xuanyang Mountain.

Chunyang Peak, Ancestral Hall.

"With a Nascent Soul True Monarch as their backer, they are truly arrogant to the extreme."

Huang Guangsheng's eyes reflected the scene of the Rainbow Bridge. He murmured softly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Let you be smug for now; the time for reckoning will come."

He completely merged into the ghostly aura of the Yin Huai wood and sank into the ground.

Chiyang Cliff.

"Asshole!
That's too much! "

Looking at Fang Yi in the photographic mirror, his cheeks were swollen from being pressed down and he was kneeling on the ground.

Even if their relationship is ordinary, they still come from the same Xuan Yang Mountain!
A flash of murderous intent appeared in Wu Hua's eyes, and the Crimson Dragon Smoke Furnace was summoned, releasing wisps of spiritual incense to conceal his figure.

"Let you be smug for a moment!"

Tianji Peak.

In the Star-Picking Pavilion, You Xishan held a scroll and turned its pages. Seven rays of starlight converged, and the Big Dipper's Death-Inducing Sword was condensed.

"So this is a disciple from a Nascent Soul sect?"
How impressive!

How arrogant!

On the Rainbow Bridge, Tian Quezi looked bitter, his body trembling slightly.

"Brother Bai Yuan, my lifespan is nearing its end, and Xuan Yang Mountain now relies on Heng Yi and Fang Yi to support it."

Could you make an exception?

"Make an exception?!"

Bai Yuan's aura surged another three points, sweeping over Fang Yi, who was kneeling and trembling, with disdain on his face.

"Tian Quezi, are you going to disobey the True Lord's decree?"
Is this a challenge to fight me?

"Hurrah!"

Clusters of white flames condensed, transforming into ancient white-scaled serpents with fierce auras, encircling Tian Que and Fang Yi.

"With the loss of my senior uncle, the continuation of our sect is of utmost importance." Prostrate on the ground, he gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty, each word dripping with blood.

"Ah!"

Bai Yuan took a few leisurely steps forward, bent down slightly, reached out and patted Fang's swollen cheek, and chuckled softly.

"You, the head of Xuanyang Mountain, are quite sensible."
Once we reach the vast icy plains, I will take good care of you.
This sensible approach might save his life.

Tian Quezi's eyes were bloodshot, suppressing the anger in his crimson eyes. He also knelt on both knees and raised his hands high.

"Tianque, receive the True Lord's decree!"

"Buzz!"

The crimson and white spiritual flames surged back, the majestic figure dissipated, and a gilded ancient scroll, radiating a chilling aura of fire, slowly fell into Tian Que's hands.

He gripped the imperial edict tightly, crawled a few steps on his knees, and landed beside Bai Yuan with a fawning expression.

“Brother Bai Yuan, the Xuan Yang Divine Fire has completely washed away the Qi of the Mirror.”

I wonder if I could take Hengyi's place and go to the vast ice plains.

If that's not possible, could you please grant Fang Yi and Heng Yi a few days to complete the handover within the sect?

"No need for replacement."

Recalling the records of the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror in the sect, a hint of fervor appeared in Bai Yuan's eyes. It was a fire-based magic treasure with nine perfected restrictions.

Such individuals are rare even within the Zoroastrian faith, which would allow him to further enhance his magical combat abilities.

"However, giving Fang Yi and Zhang Hengyi, these two juniors, three days for the handover is not unacceptable."

Tian Quezi stood up, his body slightly hunched, a smile plastered on his face.

"Brother Bai Yuan, come with me. Since our sect lacks a Grand Master of the Fire Dao, keeping this Profound Yang Divine Fire Mirror is of no use."

"You old codger, you know what's good for you."

Bai Yuan patted Fang Yi's cheek, his face showing disdain. "Fang Yi, Yu Xi is now my friend. Think it over carefully these three days."

If you fail to satisfy her, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"A mere Core Formation cultivator, unaware of when to advance or retreat."

With a flourish of his sleeves, he strode across the Rainbow Bridge into Xuan Yang Mountain.

Fang Yi slowly stood up, looking at the tall cultivators entering Xuan Yang Mountain. His eyes were slightly closed, and he was half-bowed, as if his courage had been shattered.

"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The rainbow bridge continued to shrink, and the scenery on both sides slowly receded. Bai Yuan stepped into Xuan Yang Mountain and headed towards Chi Yang Cliff.

"kindness?"

The Burning Heart Glass Mirror in his arms suddenly leaped up, and a dazzling spiritual light rose.

"not good!
"It's a trap!"

As a life-or-death crisis loomed, Bai Yuan's hair stood on end. A crimson jade talisman flew up from his sleeve and instantly transformed into a fiery crow with crimson-gold feathers, enveloping his body.

"A fourth-tier, low-grade Fire Crow Transformation Rainbow Talisman!"

"go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he frantically channeled his magical power, transforming into a streak of red light, and in an instant, he vanished a hundred miles away.

They were about to escape Xuanyang Mountain.

A gray, precious light appeared, and Fang Yi, wearing a jade crown and a green jade robe, had his swollen cheeks subside.

"Brother Bai Yuan, you haven't even seen the Profound Yang Divine Fire Mirror yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

A magic seal appeared between his brows, with gears turning. Behind him, Yuan Hai was clad in white bone armor, with horns on his head and a fierce aura. He threw a punch.

"boom!"

"court death!"

Amidst the crimson light, Bai Yuan's expression hardened, and he slammed down a jade ruler in an instant.

"Oh!"

The Abyss Sea Puppet was sent flying dozens of miles away. Fang Yi coughed lightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Yuan, why are you in such a hurry!"

Unbeknownst to many, a giant net of stars had completely covered Xuan Yang Mountain.

Tian Quezi holds the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram, his energy soaring to the heavens and penetrating the earth.

Within Xuan Yang Mountain, numerous sacred peaks and ancient palaces also exude auras that seal the heavens and earth, inducing changes in wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)