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

Chapter 87 The Time Has Come
"Buzz!"

Following the guidance of the Tianji Bagua Plate, Yan Youtai came to a grave.

Looking at the grave which still bore some fresh traces, he felt a little proud.

He knew that this Taoist priest was a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training and had extremely strong combat power.

Uncle Chu at the entrance of the valley must be paying attention to this place.

She still carefully activated the green jade brocade belt around her waist, and the jade belt glowed and turned into a green gauze dress to protect herself.

Then the Four Directions Purity Crown and the Yin-Yang Bagua Robe were also activated.

"This is really a case of hiding under the lamp, Fellow Daoist Ku, you are quite cautious in your conduct, yet you managed to hide here."

Yan Youtai raised his voice a little and continued speaking.

"But the devil is one foot high, and the Tao is ten feet high. I'm afraid you never thought that a master of celestial secrets would pursue you this far!"

Yan Youtai tapped the tombstone lightly and spoke to the grave in front of him.

"Friend Ku, why don't you come out and see me?"

"Do you think you can escape by hiding in this grave?"

Tens of breaths passed.

Yan Youtai saw that the tomb was completely silent, without any change at all.

His eyes hardened, he stroked the Bagua plate in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"Since Fellow Daoist Ku refuses to drink the wine he offered me, don't blame me for being violent."

He slapped his storage bag and a green light shot out.

The spiritual light dissipated, and a dragon-headed staff carved from ancient wood appeared.

The wooden staff is about five feet long, dark blue in color, with ancient dragons carved around it, and a faint wood-attributed spiritual power gathered on it.

This is a magical weapon that Yan Youtai refined using five hundred year old evergreen wood. It now has six magical prohibitions.

And because the magic weapon is made of second-grade high-quality spiritual materials, its power is comparable to that of high-grade magic weapons.

Yan Youtai held the dragon head staff in his hand, and the magic power from his body poured into it, and rich wood-attributed spiritual power gathered.

"Boom!"

The dragon head cane tapped the ground lightly, making a dull sound.

Hundreds of spindly roots snaked out from the base of the stick.

The tree roots were dark and strong, and they drilled into the loess at an extremely fast speed, crisscrossing each other. In just a few breaths, they turned into a large black net that trapped the tomb.

"Fellow Daoist Ku, let me see what foundation you have to be able to kill a half-demon cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training."

The net kept tightening, and the grave was slowly plowed open by it.

Seeing that even so, the withered Taoist still hadn't shown up, Yan Youtai already had a bad feeling.

He said no more words, and magical power surged around his body.

"Boom!"

The dragon head staff struck the ground again.

The dark net tightened rapidly under the control of Yan Youtai's magic power.

puff.

The entire tomb was thoroughly plowed, but there was still no trace of the withered Taoist priest.

Yan Youtai felt dizzy, his blood rushed up rapidly, and his face turned the color of liver.

When he thought about what he had just done, a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat. Even the junior brother who had been specially found behind him to protect him found him extremely annoying.

He suppressed the dull pain in his chest and activated the Bagua Plate again.

Then he communicated with the ancient jade beads in his sea of ​​consciousness as his essence, blood and lifespan were consumed.

The sound of the ancestors offering sacrifices to heaven and earth in the jade pendant rang out again, and Yan Youtai took this opportunity to step into the realm of the second-level lower-grade Tianji Master.

Once again, he used the Qi as a guide to divine the whereabouts of Taoist Ku.

After a few breaths, another breath was captured. Coincidentally, that breath also pointed to a brand new tomb in the Chiming Valley.

Yan Youtai's face turned blue and black, and he swung the dragon-headed cane in his hand and smashed it towards the tomb.

"boom!"

The brand new tomb exploded along with broken bones, but there was still no trace of the withered Taoist priest.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yan Youtai was furious and immediately continued to borrow the energy.

"Buzz!"

The Tianji Bagua Plate turned more and more rapidly, and the result pointed to a tomb.

Yan Youtai's face was as red as if blood was dripping out. He waved the dragon-headed stick in his hand and continued to smash it towards the grave.

The second tomb.
"boom!"

The third tomb.
"boom!"

The fourth tomb.
Just as Yan Youtai was controlling the dragon head stick to continue bombarding the tomb.

An old voice sounded.

"Junior Brother Yan, don't go too far."

Along with Uncle Chu's voice, a red flying sword flew in from the valley entrance.

The red flying sword lightly lifted the dragon head staff and sent it flying.

"puff!"

Yan Youtai finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and with the dragon head stick in his hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

How could he not know that he had been completely fooled by that Taoist priest?

This was the biggest loss he had suffered in his practice so far.

Yan Youtai secretly made up his mind to teach that withered Taoist a lesson.

He wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and the spiritual light of the Four-Directions Pure Crown on his head flowed, and waves of coldness were transmitted into his sea of ​​consciousness and soul.

Yan Youtai felt as if a clear spring was flowing through his soul. With the help of magic tools, he suppressed emotions such as embarrassment, rage, and awkwardness, and regained a bit of clarity.

He also completely regarded the Taoist Ku as a formidable enemy.

'He is so deep-minded and cunning!

The opportunity from this withered Taoist priest can help me build a high-grade foundation for the Dao. He is indeed a difficult person.

Thinking of the withered Taoist priest, the ancient trees, and the changing energy of the four seasons, Yan Youtai sighed slightly.

"As expected, he is a man of long-lasting luck."

"But you also revealed a flaw. To be able to intercept the energy of so many cultivators from different sects, you must be a cultivator from the Xuanyang Sect."

"High-level Qi training? Practicing wood-attributed techniques, and acquainted with Gu Jiushang."

Yan Youtai's mind was in turmoil, and several suspicious candidates quickly flashed through his mind.

"Zhang Xuanyi, Changsun Jie, Wei Feng. No matter who it is, the Jiazi Beast Tide is about to rise, and the border is completely blocked. If you still want to build your foundation, you will definitely be exposed."

"I want to see whether I will step on your flesh and blood to build the foundation of my Tao, or whether you will use me as an opportunity."

Yan Youtai's emotions had calmed down. With his natural talent for understanding the Dao of Heaven's secrets and the support of a Jindan Master, he had the confidence to make mistakes and fail. And all it took was for the Taoist Ku to fail once, and for him to catch him, it would surely become his own strength.
Yan Youtai put away the dragon head stick.

"Junior Brother Xu."

"exist!"

Xu Jing'an took a step forward, his face tense. Obviously, after seeing what Yan Youtai had just done, he knew that he had been tricked by the cultivator.

But he bowed slightly, without any intention of making fun of her.

He knew that although he and Yan Youtai were both at a high level of Qi training, their status was vastly different, so he was naturally extremely respectful.

"I remember that Senior Brother Gu was injured by a half-demon cultivator from Nanli Country, and his cultivation level has fallen to the ninth level of Qi training.
So. The treatment of the foundation-building seeds in the sect, including annual salary, cave dwelling, and spiritual veins, will no longer be available."

"Take my token and go to the Examination Pavilion. The Foundation Establishment Master there will surely give me some respect."

Yan Youtai's tone was cold.

"I want to see if that Taoist Ku will still help my Senior Brother Gu."

Xu Jing'an took the token and bowed deeply.

"Junior brother knows."

Seeing this, Yan Youtai nodded slightly.

After an incense stick of time, Xu Jing'an's figure disappeared and he let out a soft cry.

"Junior Brother Song."

"Be humble!"

Song Qinghe responded immediately, took a step forward and knelt in front of Yan Youtai.

Unlike Xu Jing'an, Song Qinghe has completely surrendered to Yan Youtai. Although they are brothers in name, they are actually master and servant.

"Stand up!"

"Yes"

Song Qinghe immediately stood up and let his hands hang naturally.

"Snapped!"

Song Qinghe was slapped to the ground by Yan Youtai.

Although he didn't know why, he didn't dare to resist and immediately knelt down again.

"Clap! Clap! Clap"

After slapping Song Qinghe dozens of times in succession, Yan Youtai finally vented the anger in his heart that was suppressed by the magic weapon Four Directions Purity Crown.

He took a deep breath and spoke.

"Junior Brother Song!"

"Be humble!"

Song Qinghe originally had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his appearance was outstanding. Now his face was swollen after being slapped dozens of times, and his speech was a little unclear.

But his tone was still respectful, not daring to show any resentment.

Seeing Song Qinghe's respectful attitude, Yan Youtai nodded slightly.

"I remember Senior Brother Gu also opened a food shop in Yunzefang called Ziweixian?"

"Brother, that's exactly what happened!"

"Take my token and go to Yunzefang in person to make sure Ziweixian closes down. It's possible."

"Please rest assured, Senior Brother, I will definitely be able to do it."

Song Qinghe replied respectfully and knelt down again.

Yan Youtai raised his boots and stepped lightly on Song Qinghe's head, burying his head completely in the dust.

Seeing Song Qinghe's respectful expression, he nodded slightly and threw down a bronze token from his waist.

"In the Zuiyue Tower in Yunzefang, there is a cultivator named Jiyan. Hold my token and he will help you!"

"If you fail in this, I will send you to the Heavenly Punishment Pavilion and keep you there for a long time."

"Please rest assured, Senior Brother. I will do my best."

"get out!"

"Yes."

Song Qinghe picked up the token, kowtowed respectfully to Yan Youtai, and then retreated on his knees. He did not stand up until Yan Youtai turned around.

Yan Youtai straightened his jade crown and bowed to the void in front of him like a handsome young man in troubled times.

"I trained my servants, but Uncle Chu laughed at me."

Chu Tingfeng showed up and stroked his long beard.

"Of course not. Your Tianji lineage has always been like this. Your master is like this, and you are like this too. You are no longer surprised."

As a foundation-building master, Chu Tingfeng naturally knew the traditions of the Tianji Master lineage.

Delving into the mysteries of heaven consumes one's lifespan, so a master of mysteries from the Tianque lineage would naturally avoid taking action.

The second-level Tianji masters in the Xuanyang Sect will recruit cultivators with medium-grade spiritual roots as protectors.

This so-called protector of the Dao is actually a slave of the Dao.

Yan Youtai repeatedly polished Song Qinghe's body to wear away his dignity, pride, and rebellious spirit, until he completely surrendered.

Then he signed a contract to help him build his foundation, so that this second-level Tianji master would have a qualified death warrior beside him.

This greatly reduces the chances of the Tianji Master taking action.

This was a mutually agreed thing, but the pilot took the absolute initiative that day.

That 'guardian' also had a very small chance of successfully advancing from the foundation-building stage to a foundation-building cultivator, and was able to enjoy a lifespan of four centuries.

Therefore, every time the Xuanyang Sect's Zhongtian Ji Shi recruited bodyguards, many cultivators with medium-grade spiritual roots signed up.

After all, this is also an opportunity to build a foundation, and only the protector himself knows the gains and losses.

"Uncle Master, if there is nothing important, I will take my leave first."

Looking at Yan Youtai, who looked like a gentle gentleman, Chu Tingfeng suddenly felt a little curious.

"I wonder how many moves that withered Taoist can put up against this 'Young Master Yan'?"

As for the possibility that the withered Taoist would win, Chu Tingfeng had never even thought about it.

As a master of foundation building, he knew very well how terrifying a Tianji Master with the support of a Jindan Zhenren in the Xuanyang Sect could be.

"Nephew, please do as you please."

half year later.

Yunzefang Crape Myrtle Fresh.

"Clap!"

Listening to the arguing in front of the lobby, Fang Yi frowned slightly.

This is the fourth time someone has caused trouble this month.

Since Gu Jiushang returned, Ziweixian is still crowded with customers, but the troublemakers have never stopped.

(End of this chapter)