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

Chapter 865 Guang Sheng Tian Que, He Huan Seeks Opportunity
'A utterly despicable scoundrel, like a flaw in the heavens; there are no good people in Xuan Yang Mountain.'

Looking at Fang Yi, with his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and upright figure, like a pine tree on a cliff, deep and majestic, Yin Yue sighed helplessly.

She never imagined that in this remote corner of Dayun, even those in the late stage of Core Formation were rare, and those at the peak of Core Formation had not been seen for hundreds of years.

Xuan Yang Mountain actually harbors three Perfected Core Formation Realm cultivators and one Nascent Soul cultivator.

How could a Nascent Soul True Monarch be born in such a barren land?
A slight smile played on her lips as she suppressed her resentment at being repeatedly outmaneuvered.

Fang Yi is no longer the same as before. He is now the leader of a Nascent Soul sect. Even if his cultivation level is lower, he is still far superior to ordinary Grand Masters.

"Sect Leader Fang Yi, please!"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, gave instructions to the accompanying cultivators in a low voice, and then, with his robes fluttering, stepped into the Hall of Seven Emotions.

"Fang Yi should head to the Hehuan Sect by now."
"Who knows how many spiritual treasures this junior will snatch from Yin Yue's hands? The Great Cloud Realm is ultimately too barren."

At Xuan Yang Mountain, on Chi Yang Cliff, beside a spiritual spring, Chi Meizi, clad in a gilded robe embroidered with the rising sun, sat cross-legged on the altar.

His long, slender fingers formed hand seals, and wisps of purple energy were linked together, nourishing all things and transforming into two lotus platforms.

In the lotus throne, Tian Quezi, barely breathing, with white hair and beard and his body covered with age spots, sat cross-legged.

In another lotus platform, the brown branches of the locust tree sway in the breeze, and vague human faces emerge from the tree trunk.

He stroked the tree trunk and called out softly.

"Junior Brother Guangsheng."
Guang Sheng Junior Brother
"Junior Brother Guang Sheng, it's time to wake up."

"Buzz!"

The blurry figure gradually became clearer, and a divine thought was laboriously transmitted from the wood.

"Where am I?"

"I'm alive"

"Buzz!" A continuous purple aura stretched for hundreds of miles, pouring into the Yin Huai wood, and Huang Guangsheng gradually awoke from the assimilation of the spiritual wood.

He stared in astonishment at Tianque in the Purple Lotus Platform and Chimeizi, whose appearance remained unchanged.

"Junior Brother Tianque, you have not perished?"

"Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, after you condensed your Nascent Soul, you didn't need to flee, and you were even able to defend Xuan Yang Mountain?"

"call"

A green light flowed between Huang Guangsheng's eyebrows, transforming into a mark resembling a yellow clay cauldron, suppressing the drowsiness in his soul.

"After performing the wooden ritual, my soul and physical body became continuously connected with the Yin Huai wood."
"I don't have much time left to be conscious. Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, please speak your mind. Once my soul and physical body are completely wooden, I will have no more chance to speak."

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng doesn't know either?"

Chi Meizi frowned slightly and exchanged a glance with Tian Que, whose temples were now streaked with gray. They both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

He had assumed that the person presiding over the ritual would have some information.

"Junior brother, the Ancestral Hall lineage has arranged the Xuan Tao Banquet to worship Jumang."

For some reason, it not only attracted the attention of Ming Shuzi, one of the Eight Shamans of the Ancient Witchcraft Spring Court, but also ultimately drew upon a spiritual shadow of the Great Venerable Jumang.

"Great Venerable Jumang, how is this possible?!" Huang Guangsheng's face was covered with wooden patterns, and he was completely stunned. The yellow mud mark between his brows that suppressed his soul was faintly unstable.

He murmured softly, unconsciously reciting:

"In the first month of spring, the emperor is Taihao, and the god is Jumang. The same applies to the other months of spring. The sage god succeeds Heaven and establishes the ultimate principle. First, there is the virtue of agriculture. He governs spring and is in charge of wood. He is called the Wood Lord."
Jumang, the Great Venerable, is in charge of the Wood element and the founder of the spiritual plant path. He is the patriarch of the Witchcraft path and has long since ascended to the upper realm.

In the ancient war to seal the demon, several powerful figures, including spirit chefs, priests, and sorcerers, joined forces to summon countless shadowy figures to suppress an ancient demon.

"Let alone a single Yin Huai tree that barely breaks through to the fourth rank, what difference would it make if there were ten Yin Huai trees?"

The way of shamanism emphasizes substance and intention. Without the divine presence and the quality of the offerings, how can one possibly persuade the Great Venerable Jumang?

"So even junior brother didn't know?" Chi Meizi pinched his brow and gave a wry smile.

"I thought it was the hidden strength of the Ancestral Hall, but who would have thought it was just a stroke of luck?"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Tian Quezi coughed lightly a few times, his face ashen, barely clinging to life, held aloft by the purple aura of the rising sun.

He endured the excruciating pain in his dantian and painstakingly performed the incantation, and a wisp of starlight appeared.

"Great fortune?!"

"The best of luck?"

Tian Quezi's expression was strange, his chest was pounding like a bellows, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"The Zoroastrian cult is eyeing us covetously, and the foundation of Xuan Yang Mountain has been completely destroyed in this battle."
My senior brother Guang Sheng and I are nothing more than candles flickering in the wind, barely clinging to life.
Where did this "extremely auspicious" come from?

"Could it be that the patriarch is truly favoring us?" Huang Guangsheng murmured to himself.

"The path of witchcraft is strange and dangerous. Several founders of witchcraft were known as demon gods before the ancient war against demons."
If it weren't for the three patriarchs passing down a mark of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, let alone Ming Shuzi among the Eight Shamans of Chunting.

Even ordinary spirits would find it difficult to summon them; those rogue cultivators who had received the inheritance of witchcraft would pay ten times the price and still not be able to invite someone like the Eight Shamans of Spring Court.

Tian Quezi also came to his senses and murmured:

"However, according to the lineage of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, if one is favored by the patriarch, no mark is required."

The Yin-Yang Sect, one of the ten ancient sects, was able to establish its doctrine because it was favored by the spirit of the ancestral master of witchcraft.

The shaman unites heaven and earth, and performs sacrifices to all directions. Each great ancestor known as the shaman has made great contributions to heaven and earth, and if one can obtain the recognition of his spirit, it is considered a great achievement.

They were blessed with divine favor, a chosen one, and their actions were always successful, which is why the lineage of witchcraft has never been broken.”

Red-browed Man's long eyebrows fluttered, and his eyes, like a clear, cold spring, remained perfectly lucid and unmoved.

"If I were truly valued by the ancestral master of the witchcraft path, my two junior brothers wouldn't need to sacrifice their own paths. The ancestral masters of all generations have paved the way for me at all costs."
Rather than attributing the Xuan Yang battle to the favor of the Great Venerable Spirit Shadow, it is better to regard it as an opportune moment.

We cultivators trudge alone on the rugged path to immortality, and in the end, we can only rely on ourselves.

"It seems my junior brother is too attached to appearances," Tian Quezi said with a wry smile. His energy dropped by another three points, and he felt weak all over, unable to even straighten his back.

A Grandmaster of Core Formation has fallen to such a state of physical weakness and difficulty in movement, almost on the verge of exhaustion.

Chi Mei sighed softly. As a Nascent Soul True Monarch, how could he not discover Tian Que's predicament?

Although Huang Guangsheng was full of vitality, seemingly blessed by the Great Venerable Jumang, the wood-like transformation in his soul and physical body never stopped.

Ancient witchcraft practices are cruel, no less so than demonic practices.

When powerful sorcerers worship heaven and earth and perform sorcery, the most common offering is blood, which is rich in spiritual energy.

In terms of wisdom and spirituality, human cultivators far surpass demons.

"Junior Brothers Tianque and Guangsheng, if Senior Brother goes all out and nourishes himself with Xuan Yang Purple Qi, he can maintain his lucidity for three years."
However, one must not use the power of the Core Formation technique.

Chi Meizi's lips moved as he spoke with difficulty, "If Junior Brother has any last wishes, please tell me."
Disciples Xishan, Hengyi, and Fangyi should be able to return to Xuanyang within ten days at most.

Tian Quezi shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a sense of relief, as if he had been freed from a heavy shackle.

"There's no need to inform the younger generation."

As for what Master could entrust to me, I have explained everything clearly to Xishan.

Nourished by the star energy of me and the fifth generation patriarch, his true elixir was completely sublimated, transforming into a golden elixir inlaid with stars of the Big Dipper.

Whether he succeeds or not, and whether he can break through to the next level, depends on his abilities.
"These old bones of mine rarely get a few days of peace and quiet, and it saves my senior brother from having to put in a difficult position."

"You seem to see things clearly," Huang Guangsheng chuckled, his facial muscles contorting with difficulty as wood chips flew everywhere.

"I have also disappeared from Hengyi's sight, and the foundation and level of the Ancestral Hall have been handed over to him."

He attained the Golden Elixir of Wood, and is now only a little over two hundred years old, with more than three hundred years of lifespan remaining.

It seems there was quite a conflict with his nephew, Xishan.

After all, he was an old monster who had been with the same sect for hundreds of years. Without him saying a word, Huang Guangsheng understood Tianque's meaning.

Conflicts among younger generations should be resolved by the younger generation themselves.

After a century of decline, the main Xuan Yang lineage weakened. As compensation, the profits from the expansion of Xuan Yang Mountain were enjoyed by the Zu Shi Tang and Wu Geng Zi lineages.

However, given their lifespans differed by a century, the actions of You Xishan and Zhang Heng after Xuanyang Mountain would inevitably be vastly different.

"Brother Chi Mei will announce to the public that I am dead," Tian Quezi chuckled, surrounded by an aura of death.

"I am the same."

"Inform Hengyi and Changce that my soul has turned to wood, and I have completely perished."

Huang Guangsheng nodded in agreement, the yellow mud mark between his eyebrows fading slightly.

He hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"However, I will trouble you to take care of Fang Yi afterward."

"Senior Brother Guang Sheng doesn't take care of Junior Nephew Chang Ce and Junior Nephew Heng Yi, but he cares so much about Fang Yi," Tian Quezi joked.

“If it weren’t for our centuries-long friendship, we might have thought that Fang Yi was my senior brother’s illegitimate son.”

"Ha, having such an illegitimate child isn't so bad," Huang Guangsheng chuckled, a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Born into the mortal world, without any help, with a mid-grade spiritual root, and poor aptitude, but skilled in all the arts of cultivating immortality."

That young man is so much like me back then.

Even after Lian Ningdan was in high spirits, it was so similar. Back then, I severely injured Li Yue of Biyue Pavilion, and Fang Yi killed Yu Yuan of Biyue Pavilion.
Even my enemies seem so familiar, which makes this old man feel a touch of anticipation.
Can a person with a mid-grade spiritual root not form a Nascent Soul?
Oh."

Huang Guangsheng sneered. "I don't believe it!"

"I am aware of this matter." A hint of sorrow appeared faintly in Chi Mei's eyes.

Only when one's heart is truly at peace with life and death can one entrust everything to another.

The Xuan Yang Purple Qi is the foundation of the Xuan Yang Book. With the Fire Worship Sect's greatest enemy outside, the two junior brothers are probably unwilling to suffer losses easily.

Let alone three years
If it weren't for the Nascent Soul Dharma Assembly a month later, the two of them would have already severed the purple aura and peacefully passed away.

Half an hour later.

At one corner of Crimson Sun Cliff, a blazing aura soared into the sky, transforming into wisps of spiritual fragrance, while a phantom of a furnace breathed in and out spiritual energy from all directions.

"My junior disciple Wuhua has broken through to a higher realm!" Tian Quezi's hoarse voice rose.

"The mountain gate's spiritual veins are depleted, unable to supply the Five Flowers Junior Nephew's breakthrough. Master Red Eyebrows, please go and protect the Dharma."

“Senior brother, you may leave now. There are no villains left in Xuan Yang Mountain. Do you want our lives?” Huang Guangsheng also spoke up.

"Senior brother will be right back." Looking at the secluded cultivation grounds where he was constantly drawing spiritual energy but still insufficient, Chi Meizi released a purple aura to form a protective shield before taking a step forward. "..."

A clear spring flowed gently, and on the purple lotus platform, Tian Que, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke, with a smile on his face.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng, our teamwork is still just as perfect."
Now, Senior Brother Red Eyebrows probably believes that we are deeply saddened by our passing away after the Nascent Soul Ceremony.

"We sacrificed our paths to help him break through his current realm, so he should be saddened." On the shady locust tree, Huang Guangsheng's smile was tinged with resentment.

indeed
Sacrificing one's own path to help others break through barriers—even with the best of friendship, how could one not harbor resentment?

"Senior Brother Tianque, have you made up your mind?" The Yin Huai wood rustled, the Bi Shui Wu pattern flowed, and the wisps of life evolved into a scene of all trees coming to life in spring.

Tian Quezi glanced in the direction of Lishan, a smile playing on his lips.

"The patriarchs of all generations cherished their descendants, and they valued the emergence of a Nascent Soul True Lord from their sect."

But it also left a glimmer of hope.

"That's true. I never thought that you and I would live to see my senior brother successfully form his nascent soul."

According to the patriarch's calculations, the best outcome would be that the senior brother would be seriously injured but survive.

Huang Guangsheng's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he looked much older than he was.

"It is truly the blessing of the Witch Ancestor that has given you and me another chance to fight, even if it is only an eleven percent chance."
It's better than waiting to die like this.

"let's start"

"Ok!"

Tian Quezi trembled, leaning on his dove-shaped cane, and struggled to get up from the lotus platform, walking towards the shady locust tree.

As he moved, crimson bloodstains, tinged with witchcraft, spread across the soles of his feet.

"Crash!"

The branches of the locust tree swayed, scattering wisps of life, as Huang Guangsheng murmured softly.

"Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, you may not know this, but when the Southern Li half-demon clan established its kingdom, the Ancestral Hall and the Heavenly Mystery Peak lineages played a crucial role in its rise."

"Ritual: Blood Fusion"

"Wow."

Thin, long branches spread out, piercing through Tian Quezi's flesh and blood, and the gray-white meridians fell into his dantian.

"Buzz!"

As the strange energy flowed, the residual essence of Tianquezi Xuanxing's spirit body was activated and slowly merged into the Yinhuai wood.

"Rather than lingering on in vain, hoping for some kind of afterlife, it's better to fight to the death."

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since I've seen you so spirited, Senior Brother Tianque."

Rather than relying on the Xuan Yang Purple Qi to delay for three years, it's better to gamble with three parts of luck.

"Better to have one's soul scattered than to close one's eyes and wait for death."

"Buzz!"

Strands of brown spiritual light swirled around the starlight, their Daoist essence flowing, colliding, and merging together.

Strange phenomena appeared in the shadows.

Demons roared, blood rivers flowed, and offerings appeared one after another on the altar.

蛮荒
血腥

邪意
Yet it also carried a solemn aura, permeated by the purple light, yet it isolated divine consciousness.

Tracing the depths of the mountains, ancient trees form forests, exotic flowers bloom, eerie atmosphere pervades, and moss covers the ground.

"It's actually true?"

The Deer Demon Child drove the Azure and Yellow Pearl, its Daoist energy flowing through cycles of decay and prosperity, probing the changes in fortune.

His face showed shock as he sensed the power of the third-tier secret treasure, the Withering and Flourishing Fortune Pearl.

"Its fortune shines like the sun, awe-inspiring in all directions; there really is a cultivator on Xuan Yang Mountain who has attained the Nascent Soul stage."

"What's so strange about that?"
"You little deer, you're making a fuss over nothing."

Suddenly a voice came from behind, and Lu Xiaozi's expression changed. He turned around and knelt on the ground.

"Deer Demon, pays respects to the Sea-Swallowing Demon Lord."

"Although your cultivation level is lacking, your lifespan is indeed long."

The Sea Devouring Demon Lord was a burly figure with scales covering his temples. He wore armor made of azure spirit bronze, and his brows and eyes were majestic. The sound of the waves crashing echoed around him.

Standing still, it is like a vast ocean being overturned.

He gazed in the direction of Xuan Yang Mountain, a strange look appearing in his eyes, and murmured to himself.

"Diving to raise dragons, not to mention the fourth-order spiritual veins, even the near-fourth-order spiritual veins in Dayun have been completely excavated."

Wugengzi actually managed to do it.
Tsk, the lineage of witchcraft is still so bizarre; it seems my lineage has lost this gamble.

"Deer Demon Child!" The Devouring Sea Demon Lord waved his sleeve, and a demonic decree and a jade box fell down at the same time.

"Take my decree and find one of my demon kings to go and congratulate True Lord Crimson Eyebrows on his Nascent Soul formation."

"Yes!" Lu Xiaozi lowered his eyes, pressed his forehead firmly against the ground, and dared not raise his head.

Half an hour later, the vast demonic energy dissipated, and he stood up, taking down the talisman and jade box that were floating in the air.

"It can't be the Devouring Sea Demon Lord who has come here?"
The one who has been guarding the Ten Thousand Mountains for three hundred years should be the Demon Lord Yuanxiang, so how come such a great figure has appeared?
Even the barren land of Dayun is not valued by the Demon Lord Yuanxiang, let alone this Demon Lord Devouring the Sea, who is rumored to be of noble birth.
That's it, that's it.

Neither of them is someone I, a Core Formation cultivator, can afford to offend.

With a flick of his fingers, a green leaf condensed and transformed into a sound transmission talisman, upon which the phantom of a golden-armored lion appeared.

"Huang Qiu, come to me at once!"

The next day.

At night, the bright moon hangs high.

Inside the ancient and simple hall, white jade pillars and glazed tiles stand out, while the elegant incense burner emits fragrant smoke that soothes the soul.

As the melodious music faded away, one beautiful woman after another filed out.

"A toast to Sect Leader Qingyang! Congratulations, Master, on your remarkable leap forward, gaining the favor of a Nascent Soul True Monarch. Your future is limitless."

Yin Yue held the jade cup and drank it all in one gulp. The bright moonlight shone through the glazed tiles and illuminated her skin.

"I accept Fellow Daoist Yin Yue's kind words," Fang Yi also raised his cup and drank another cup of spiritual wine.

This was already the third day at the Hehuan Sect.

I haven't seen Yu Ji for three days, but I've been constantly provided with third-tier spiritual wine, top-quality spiritual food, and beautiful female cultivators.

If it weren't for Yin Yue's wealthy family, such rare spiritual wines and foods would not be something an ordinary Great Immortal could enjoy.

Feeling the magical power within his dantian become even more refined, Fang Yi put down the jade cup in his hand, took out an invitation card engraved with a picture of the rising sun from his sleeve, and pushed it to the table.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Yue, I hope you will grace us with your presence at Senior Uncle Chi Mei's Nascent Soul Ceremony in one month."

"Rest assured, Master Qingyang, I will make all the necessary preparations."

Yin Yue felt envious as she gazed at the undisguised grandeur of the rising sun in the painting.

Fish leap over the dragon gate, and even chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!
Even though she already knew and had confirmed it multiple times, she couldn't help but feel envious of Chi Meizi's breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

So what if you're incredibly wealthy?
So what if you have powerful backing?
Ultimately, they cannot compare to a Nascent Soul True Monarch who lives for a thousand years, and with the aid of longevity-extending spiritual objects, they can live to be twelve hundred years old.

Xuan Yang Mountain is in dire need of reconstruction, but with the Red Eyebrow True Lord in charge, it can also be a player in the game of chess in Dayu.

"There's one more thing," Fang Yi said with a smile, his demeanor composed and gentle, like a refined gentleman.

"I wonder if Junior Sister Yu Ji is present? Uncle-Master Tian Que has something to say."

"Yu Ji is in seclusion for cultivation; I hope Fellow Daoist Qingyang will understand."

Yin Yue frowned, unwilling for Yu Ji to meet Fang Yi.

Even if Xuan Yang Mountain had one more Nascent Soul True Monarch, transforming from a chess piece into a chess player, it would still be inferior to Xuan Jian Mountain and Yao Wang Valley.

Sword Master of Suspended Sword Mountain and Ancient Fence Master of Medicine King Valley are both exceptionally talented and are considered potential Nascent Soul cultivators.

She truly loved Yu Ji, and having found a Daoist partner, she also sought out the most outstanding one.

"Seclusion?"
Is the Joyful Union Sect going back on its word?

Fang Yi frowned slightly, exuding an imposing aura without anger. A pale yellow spiritual light flowed around him, pressing down on Yin Yue.

Yin Yue's expression turned slightly cold as the Blissful Mirror rose, its soft pink light emanating from it.

"Oh!"

The two energies clashed, and the immense power easily suppressed the gentle music.

The accompanying cultivators, whether they were disciples of the Hehuan Sect or cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain, were all rendered immobile by the two imposing auras.

The pale yellow and pinkish light collided and clashed once more, and in the shadows, the withered tree shadows waved and the roots intertwined, while graceful celestial maidens sang and danced.

"Oh!"

Yin Yue's expression changed slightly as she looked at the broken stone table in front of her. She had not expected that, under the same level of magical power...

She actually lost to Fang Yi.
That top-tier puppet has not yet appeared.

"Sect Leader Qingyang possesses such refined magical power."

Having failed to gain any advantage from her attempt, Yin Yue frowned slightly and then took out a bulging storage bag from her sleeve.

"I hope you will accept this small token of my appreciation as compensation."

'Om! '

A slight tremor ran through his soul as he sensed the feedback from the spirit spider puppet, and a smile appeared on Fang Yi's lips.

Mingxiu plank road, dark Chencang.

The more Yin Yue hides her identity, the higher Yu Ji's value becomes, and Tian Quezi's guess may be true.

The fact that the Hehuan Sect inherits the lineage of the Su Nu Dao, and that Yu Ji is pursued by a prodigy from a major Nascent Soul sect, demonstrates the great benefits it brings to the Daoist path.

(End of this chapter)