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

Chapter 864 Xuan Yang's Choice, A Visit to the Joyful Union Sect
"The Hehuan Sect has an opportunity, Fang Yi, do you remember it?"

"Qingyang remembers." Fang Yi wore a lotus crown, was draped in a Qingyun magic weapon, and had a jade belt around his waist. His every move seemed to show that he had experienced many vicissitudes, yet he was still dashing and confident.

Even with such outstanding figures as Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan present in the hall, Fang Yi was still able to overshadow them.

Chi Meizi was surrounded by purple aura, with a rising sun revolving behind him, and a crimson treasure mirror faintly visible, emitting spiritual light.

Looking at Fang Yi's handsome face and his dashing yet slightly wicked aura, he nodded slightly.

"It just so happens that I have just broken through to a higher realm today and wish to convene a Nascent Soul Dharma Assembly. As the Sect Leader of Xuan Yang Sect, you can go to Hehuan Sect in my stead."

"The spiritual materials required for your profound skill are rare, and it will be quite difficult to cultivate, refine, and perfect it in this barren land of Dayun."

Fang Yi faintly heard a voice transmission in his ear: "Yin Yue possesses the Dao of Fortune and Luck, and the Hehuan Sect has the Nascent Soul True Lord of the Su Nu Sect as its backer."

In terms of background and resources, she is undoubtedly number one among all the cultivators in the Great Cloud Realm.

Junior Nephew Fang, with me here, you can rest assured to compete with the younger generation from Xuanjian Mountain and Medicine King Valley.
Furthermore, Yin Yue has always been very pragmatic; even if she doesn't win Yu Jizi's favor, she will still provide you with the spiritual items needed to cultivate the [Four Nine Mystic Arts].

"Yes, Qingyangzi obeys the decree." Fang Yi bowed respectfully, his eyes deep and his expression calm.

Without a Nascent Soul True Monarch to oversee things, let alone competing with the Sword Master of Suspended Sword Mountain and the True Man of Medicine King Valley.

Even stepping into the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate, they wouldn't receive the slightest bit of a friendly reception.

A cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage is a powerful figure in the Great Cloud region, but to the major Nascent Soul sects, he is nothing special.

He knew it.

'Apart from the Great Cloud, which was deliberately separated into exile places, the presence or absence of a Nascent Soul True Monarch to suppress the lineage is the only foundation upon which a sect can stand in the cultivation world.'

Those with a True Lord in charge are all overlords, whether they are families, sects, markets, or independent cultivators.

A true master strategist in the world of cultivation.

'none?

No matter how ancient the tradition or how profound the heritage, it is nothing more than a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water; the slightest setback will shatter it into nothingness.

Things are different now.

Fang Yi's eyes reflected the unfathomable aura emanating from the Dharma Body, and he murmured to himself.

"A Nascent Soul True Monarch can live for a thousand years, and with the assistance of longevity-extending spiritual objects, he can live for twenty Jiazi years, a full twelve hundred years."
Furthermore, the evolution of the Daoist temple involves the laws of the universe, and the nascent soul has the ability to teleport after leaving the body.

Once they engage in combat, there may be a winner and a loser, but it will be difficult to determine life or death.

Through mutual deterrence, they can actually join forces to resist the overwhelming power of the cultivation world.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, about to leave.

This trip to the Hehuan Sect will be of great benefit regardless of success or failure, so he will naturally prioritize cultivation.

As for Ancestral Master Guang Sheng of the Ancestral Hall and Old Monster Tian Que of Tianji Peak, since Nascent Soul True Monarchs do not speak, junior cultivators in the Core Formation stage should not invite trouble.

"Nephew Fang, don't be anxious."

Seeing the withered yellow spiritual light gather, Chi Meizi moved his divine sense and sent down a stream of Xuan Yang purple energy to disperse the spiritual light and nourish Fang Yi's Dharma body.

He then spoke in a deep voice.

"Hu Lei, Bo An, Su Du Mountain is the gateway to the demon race. You two should discuss this yourselves."

One should make a trip to Fengling Immortal City to invite True Person Jiuqu to Xuanyang Mountain; the other should go to Dadu Ancient City to oversee things, lest that Deer Demon ungrateful wretch doesn't know what's good for him."

"Your disciple obeys the True Lord's decree!"

Hu Lei and his disciple Sheng Bo'an bowed deeply, then exchanged a glance and whispered a few words to each other, at which point two bolts of lightning rose up.

"Jiuhan, Yang Cai'er, the Heavenly Blade Dock is now in your hands."

Chi Meizi pondered for a moment, then his gaze fell upon Xu Qingshe, who was dressed in black robes and surrounded by the fragrance of elixir.

"Just in case, to avoid Chen Sheng going down a path of mutual destruction."

"Green Snake, your cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Core Formation stage. Go with True Immortals Jiu Han and Yang Cai'er."

"Yes, disciple obeys the True Lord's decree!"

Xu Qingshe bowed respectfully, then transformed into a crimson streak of light, leading the two away.

On the altar, the Nascent Soul True Lord was surrounded by purple aura. He parted his lips slightly and issued a series of decrees.

Hu Lei, Jiu Han, Yang Cai'er, and other branch lineage cultivators who had reached the Core Formation stage were all assigned tasks.

Afterwards, the main lineage members, including Xiao Changce, Li Heng, Zhu Huan, and Huang Daiyue, whose cultivation was insufficient to reach the Core Formation stage, were also driven away.
Only three Core Formation Realm cultivators – Fang Yi, You Xishan, and Zhang Hengyi – remained in the main hall.

Chi Meizi pondered for a moment, then with a wave of his sleeve, purple energy surged and transformed into the Three Dharma Platforms, which descended.

He then spoke.

“The cultivators who have reached the Core Formation stage, those whose cultivation is insufficient, or those who have not yet made it onto the Pure Yang Golden List have all departed.”

Please take your seats.
Wu Hua is in seclusion to break through his cultivation realm and has no free time. The choice of the Xuan Yang lineage rests with me.
Fang Yi, Heng Yi, Xi Shan, you are all pillars of Xuan Yang Mountain. I would like to hear your opinions on how the sect should proceed from now on.”

A jade pot containing several glass cups slipped from Chi Meizi's sleeve, and the crystal-clear wine, carrying a mellow aroma, fell into the cups and landed in front of the three people.

"I attained the Nascent Soul stage without a scratch, but Huo Lie was severely injured."

However, the spiritual vein within the sect, nurtured for a thousand years, has exhausted its original essence and fallen to the first-tier spiritual vein. Xuan Yang, Wu Gengzi, and junior brothers Guang Sheng and Tian Que from the Ancestral Hall have also...

He sighed softly, fell silent, and looked desolate.

"Xuanyang Mountain is now in dire need of reconstruction."

As for how to proceed from here on out, Hengyi and Xishan, you two will inherit the lineage of Wugengzi and Zushitang and become the leaders.

Fang Yi, you are the sect leader.

"I now have two paths to choose from. What are your thoughts?"

"Buzz!"

Red Eyebrows extended his long, slender fingers, and a shimmering jade-like light rose up. Five colors of spiritual light—blue, white, gold, and red—flowed and transformed into mountains, rocks, vegetation, and a mighty river.
In a short while, a large scroll depicting the majestic power of various regions appeared and hung high in the main hall.

Fang Yi looked up, his gaze intense.

The Jiucang River flows mightily, originating from Wushui Marsh, adjacent to Sudu Mountain, surging and flowing through half of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm.

【Xuanyang Mountain】its energy is like the sun, located north of the Dayun Immortal Cultivation Realm and adjacent to Sudu Mountain.

However, one of the spiritual veins had completely dried up, leaving only endless purple energy. It was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and was not a place to stay for long.

Near Sudu Mountain, there is an ancient city formed by brown spiritual light, named Fengling, where demonic energy clashes incessantly with a formation.

As a buffer zone between the demon race and the demon race, it is wary of the demon race's Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Neither the Biyue Pavilion, Xuanyang Mountain, nor the Nascent Soul True Lord of the Fire Worship Sect have ever interfered with this place.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and quickly swept over the two places. Xuan Yang Mountain's gate was not yet stable. With a Nascent Soul True Monarch backing him up, he would have to proceed slowly in order to deal with Lu Xiaozi.

He swept his gaze across the southern part of the ancient map, where the Heavenly Blade Dock was surrounded by sharp metal energy. The Hehuan Sect, which was adjacent to the Heavenly Blade Dock, was also overlooked.

Sweeping across the southeastern border region, where the White Bone Sect's mountain gate once stood, one could vaguely sense the flow of primal energy, suggesting that a half-demon lineage had occupied the White Bone Sect's former territory.

"In the blink of an eye, the True Lord has been born, and the situation that has lasted for a thousand years in the Great Cloud has changed drastically."
The Azure Water Pavilion was wiped out, and the White Bone Sect's power was swallowed up by the half-demon race.

Fang Yi focused his gaze on the western part of the ancient map, symbolizing the land west of Dayun, where lakes stretched out and water was everywhere.

Originally a sacred place called Biyue Pavilion, further west, after crossing several dangerous areas, a chilling and snow-covered sacred place came into view.

"A vast icy plain, a newly formed fourth-order spiritual vein."

His gaze then shifted to the White Bone Sect ruins, which were surrounded by demonic energy and marked with special emphasis.

"And there's the half-demon lineage of the Southern Kingdom. Master Uncle, is this the sect's final choice?"
"I've heard that Li Shan also possesses a top-tier spiritual vein?"

"The matter of Mount Li is not so simple. As for the spiritual veins involved?"

Red Eyebrows shook his head slightly, a look of apprehension appearing in his eyes.

Lishan is connected to the ancient Yin Realm. Although there are only a few spatial rifts, the dangers within are enough to make even a Nascent Soul True Monarch wary.

A few days ago, the luring of True Lord Huo Lie into Mount Li was accomplished bit by bit by the True Lords of Xuan Yang Mountain throughout the ages.

"The so-called spiritual veins of Lishan are all flowing out of the Yin Domain through tiny spatial cracks, and countless hidden forces are involved in them."

Hidden within was a red-haired old corpse, a first-rate True Person below the Nascent Soul True Monarch, in no way inferior to his two junior brothers, Tianque and Guangsheng.

Nephew Fang, don't overthink it. Right now, Xuan Yang Mountain only has two choices.

First, we will enter the former residence of the Azure Water Pavilion. After I convene the Nascent Soul Ceremony, we will cross several dangerous places, leave the barren land of Dayun, and head towards the vast ice plains.

Secondly, he planned to travel to the Southern Li Kingdom to exterminate the half-demon lineage and seize the quasi-fourth-tier spiritual vein that served as the foundation of the kingdom.

Chi Mei paused slightly, a smile playing on his lips, before speaking.

What do you all think?
Should we rest and recuperate, taking advantage of the weak, or venture into the vast icy plains?
The former has extremely low risk, but the southern part is barren and located above the Great Cloud, while the latter has a fourth-order spiritual vein.

However, the advancement of a spiritual vein is extremely dangerous, shaking the surrounding area for miles, and can easily give birth to fourth-tier savage beasts skilled in the art of flesh.

"Southern Li Kingdom"

"A vast ice field."

Zhang Hengyi and You Xishan exchanged a glance, their eyes locked in a tense standoff, neither willing to back down.

"Senior Brother You, why bother? The sect's foundation is unstable. Steady progress is the right path."

"right way?
Junior Brother Hengyi is joking. The opportunity to advance through the spiritual veins of the vast icy plains is extremely rare. If we miss this opportunity...
Where within the sect can one find a fourth-tier spiritual vein to nourish the True Lord's cultivation?

"Nonsense!"

"What a joke!" "Boom!"

Two streams of energy rose simultaneously. Zhang Heng pointed with his fingertip, and the vast Daoist charm flowed, transforming into a misty aura that evolved into a mulberry tree.

As the stars shone brightly, the hexagrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li changed, and You Xishan, not to be outdone, revealed six mysterious stars, which transformed into the Southern Dipper constellation.

When it comes to choosing a future path, neither side is willing or able to back down.

'As expected, with the emergence of the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord, the sect's power will surely increase tenfold.'

With a Nascent Soul True Monarch in charge, Xuan Yang's thousand-year plan has come to fruition, and he naturally wants to secure benefits for his own cultivation, his disciples, and future generations.

Fang Yi's eyes were slightly closed, and he appeared calm and collected, clearly aware of the underlying conflicts.

After Zhang Heng condensed his elixir and cultivated the Way of Wood Life, he obtained ten Jiazi (a unit of time in Chinese astrology), totaling six hundred years of lifespan.

He is only a little over two hundred years old now, and has enough lifespan to plan his cultivation.

Moreover, the ancestral hall has a long lineage and deep friendships among teachers and fellow disciples, so it naturally chooses to take a steady and solid approach to strengthen its foundation.

But You Xishan is completely different.
As Fang Yi cultivated the Scripture of Life, Death, Prosperity and Decline to a deeper level and gained some profound insights, he could deduce a cultivator's lifespan simply by sensing their vital energy.

You Xishan has only about two hundred years left to live. Even if he accumulates knowledge and skills and makes a final push, he doesn't have much time left.
If one wishes to go further, one must take the risk of venturing into the top cultivation world of Dayu, a civilization ten times more prosperous than that of Dayun.

Moreover, the lineage of Wugengzi of Tianji Peak is inherently bound by the law of the jungle, and it is common for disciples to scheme against each other.

Fang Yi glanced at Chi Meizi and, seeing that he showed no intention of intervening, understood the situation.

Is it a test?
Facing the test of future changes, his mindset shifted so quickly. He had barely advanced to the True Lord level before adapting to the change in status, transforming from a pawn into a player.

'The Core Formation sects have a profound foundation and a long history, and their way of handling affairs is completely different from that of the Nascent Soul sects.'

Inside the main hall, verdant spiritual light surged and flowed, transforming into a gnarled mulberry tree laden with abundant fruit.

Zhang Hengyi's extremely pure magical power flowed freely, unleashing the full potential of a Golden Core cultivator.

As the current head of the Ancestral Hall, he must consider the interests of his fellow disciples.

"Senior Brother Xishan, why rush things? Uncle-Master Chimei has only recently broken through. Why can't we wait sixty years to recuperate before planning our strategy for Dayun?"
After a series of bloody battles, the disciples suffered heavy losses, with more than half of the Foundation Establishment cultivators dying and 30% of the Pseudo Core cultivators also losing their lives.

The disciples of the sect need time to recuperate and accumulate strength.

"A cycle of sixty years?"

Ah!
Junior brother has a long lifespan, but senior brother cannot. As for the disciples of the sect, they should recuperate and live a good life.

The path to immortality is rugged and inherently perilous. The capable rise, the mediocre fall; those with low cultivation, insufficient aptitude, or shallow fortune should be eliminated in this way.

As the Zhou Tian Bagua diagram unfolded and the six stars of the Southern Dipper rose, You Xishan smiled calmly.

“Junior Brother Hengyi has condensed his Golden Core and has a bright future ahead of him. This is the time for him to make great progress. Why be so timid and hesitant?”

"boom!"

Starlight crisscrossed, mulberry and peach blossoms swayed, and two vast magical powers, one green and one silver, collided, creating waves of spiritual energy.

On the altar, a delicate blue lotus appeared, swaying gently and smoothing out the surging spiritual tide.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly. Tian Quezi and Huang Guangsheng have not yet shown up, and their fates are unknown.

Those two were like brothers to Chi Meizi. As long as they lived, even if they were on their last breath, they were truly capable of standing up for the cultivators of the Ancestral Hall and Tianji Peak.

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

"Fang Yi, what do you think?"

On the platform, Chi Meizi suddenly spoke, a look of testing in his eyes.

"As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, what is your opinion on what Junior Nephew Heng Yi and Junior Nephew Xi Shan are thinking?"

"Buzz!"

You Xishan and Zhang Heng's magical power faltered, and their sharp gazes simultaneously fell on Fang Yi.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and spoke.

“Master Uncle Red Eyebrows was prepared long ago, why do you need to ask me?”

The Fire Lord has a very deep foundation. Even though his physical body was severely injured by the Xuan Yang Life and Death Divine Light, he will be unable to make a move for a hundred years.

Within the Zoroastrian sect, there is still a Nascent Soul True Monarch who has not yet made a move; the vast icy plains are already the sect's greatest opportunity.

"Oh?

"Does Junior Nephew Fang support what Xishan said?" Chi Mei asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Sensing You Xishan's grateful smile, Fang Yi shook his head again. "The cultivators in our sect suffer too much damage; even those at the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation stages need rest and recuperation."

"Junior Nephew Fang, what exactly are you thinking?" Red Eyebrows frowned slightly, his aura flowing like a tidal wave.

Fang Yi stood upright, like a pine tree on a cliff, or a plum blossom braving the snow, his imposing aura seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

He chuckled softly and spoke in a deep voice.

"Resting and recuperating is necessary, but the vast icy plains are also a rare opportunity."
"But how to proceed? Didn't Master Uncle Red Eyebrows already have a plan?"

Under the puzzled gazes of You Xishan and Zhang Hengyi, Fang Yi whispered:

"Whether it's occupying the Southern Kingdom for recuperation and development, or seizing the opportunity of spiritual veins in the vast ice plains, why choose one of the two?"

Senior Brother Xishan, Uncle-Master Hengyi, Xuan Yang Mountain is not what it used to be; now we have a Nascent Soul True Monarch presiding over it.”

"You're quite quick-witted."
When I reached the Core Formation stage, Xuan Yang Mountain acted with extreme caution, fearing that the lineage of the sect would be severed.

But I am already a Nascent Soul True Lord.

A beam of spiritual light shot out from the tip of Chi Mei's finger, separating Zhang and You. He then turned solemn and said in a deep voice.

"Nephew Hengyi, Nephew Xishan, since I broke through to the next realm, Xuanyang Mountain is no longer the Xuanyang Mountain it once was."
"You are direct descendants of Nascent Soul True Monarchs, yet you possess only a quasi-fourth-order spiritual vein. Why waste so much effort?"

"As for the matter of the vast ice plains?" Chi Meizi's expression softened, and he regained a touch of warmth.

"Xishan, if you are willing to take a gamble and seize the opportunity to advance further, I will naturally support you."

He waved his hand.

"Go and rest, go and rest. Nephew Fang, you can go to the Hehuan Sect and find your marriage partner."
The derivation of the Forty-Nine Mysterious Technique is difficult; let's not waste Junior Brother Tianque's efforts.

Ten days later.

The headquarters of the Hehuan Sect.

Surrounded by pink aura, and with the soft, seductive music echoing in the Hall of Seven Emotions, Yin Yue waved her sleeve, and the Mirror of Bliss rose into the sky.

"Boom!"

Seven rainbow lights converged, transforming into a rainbow bridge, where graceful female cultivators, some holding palace lanterns and others adorned with necklaces, danced and sang lightly.
Yin Yue pinched her brow, and even after confirming it several times, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Chi Meizi has condensed his nascent soul and become a True Monarch; things are very different now."
Disciples like Fang Yi, Zhang Hengyi, and You Xishan, who have been selected as disciples, should not be treated with the same perspective as before.

"Alas, why doesn't such an opportunity fall to me?"

"coming!"

Yin Yue closed her phoenix eyes slightly, gazing into the distance at the heavens.

"Yan!"

A long, drawn-out dragon roar resounded, and auspicious clouds rolled in. A majestic azure dragon, its body gleaming with jade light, pulled a chariot toward the arched bridge.

Dozens of Xuan Yang disciples stood guard beside the luxurious carriage.

Fang Yi lifted the green veil on the carriage and gazed at the seven-colored rainbow bridge, murmuring to himself.

"It seems they know."

"Ok?"

His gaze narrowed slightly as he sensed the powerful aura emanating from Yin Yue, whom he hadn't seen for several years.

"It seems that what Uncle-Master Chimei said is true. This Yin Yue possesses the spiritual body of the Dao of Fortune and is very wealthy."

"To deduce the Four-Nine Arcane Arts, only she can provide the necessary spiritual items."

"Yan!"

A long, resounding dragon roar echoed throughout the Hehuan Sect, and the gilded chariot, surrounded by the cultivators, slowly landed on the Rainbow Bridge.

Fang Yi, with his flowing sleeves, lifted his boots and chased after her.

"Buzz!"

The gilded carriage shimmered with spiritual light and disappeared into his sleeve. Xuan Yang Mountain was now destitute, and the Azure Dragon Chariot was borrowed by Chi Meizi to serve as a facade.

After this matter is over, this mid-grade magic weapon must be returned.

"Greetings, Master Yin Yue!" Fang Yi bowed respectfully, his demeanor elegant and refined, like that of a gentle and cultured gentleman.

"Greetings, Master Fang!"

Yin Yue returned the greeting, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"We haven't even had a chance to congratulate you, True Monarch Crimson Eyebrows, on achieving the Nascent Soul stage. From this moment on, Xuan Yang Mountain will be completely transformed."

"You're too kind, Master Yin Yue," Fang Yi said with a smile, glancing at Yin Yue's jade hairpin, bracelet, and pendant out of the corner of his eye.
The smile in his eyes was even more genuine.

"I wonder if Junior Sister Yu Ji is here? I've come today to discuss the matter we discussed earlier?"

(End of this chapter)