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

Chapter 872 The Nascent Soul with the Suspended Sword, All Cultivators Celebrate Xuan Yang
Red Eyebrows wore a robe embroidered with the rising sun, surrounded by purple aura, concealing his astonishment.

'Why has Zhao Tianxing, a Nascent Soul True Monarch from Suspended Sword Mountain, come to my Xuan Yang Mountain?'

He was puzzled.

The major Nascent Soul sects such as Xuanjian Mountain, Su Nu Sect, and Yaowang Valley all sent visiting cards.

However, they never expected a Nascent Soul True Monarch to come to Dayun, this place of exile, to participate in the Nascent Soul Ceremony.

Chi Mei understood clearly that even if he attained the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm and enjoyed a thousand-year lifespan, he would only be a mere novice compared to top sects like Suspended Sword Mountain, Plain Maiden Sect, and Medicine King Valley, barely qualifying as a player in the game.

Even if he defeats the Fire Lord
He knew best how much advantage, including geographical location and popular support, was involved.

"Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows is curious as to why I have come here?" Zhao Tianxing's cold gaze returned from Fang Yi of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"Unfortunately, his aptitude is too poor, and he is held back by his spiritual root."

Otherwise, there's a good chance he could become one of us.

Even though it was only a single exchange, as a fellow expert in combat, he had already discerned Fang Yi's honed combat skills through countless trials.

"However, if one's cultivation could advance further, one would indeed be qualified as the leader of a Nascent Soul sect."

Zhao Tianxing shook his head slightly, focused his gaze on Chi Mei, and spoke in a deep voice.

"I have come here to inform my fellow practitioners that we elders should not interfere in the magical duels between the younger generation."

"What is your meaning, fellow Daoist?"

Chi Meizi frowned slightly, his mind racing. Was it really worth Zhao Tianxing, the Sword Sovereign of Slaughter, traveling thousands of miles to Xuan Yang Mountain for a battle between Core Formation True Immortals?
“It’s not just Xuan Yang Mountain.” Zhao Tianxing pointed to the west. “If Xuan Yang Mountain wants to develop, it must enter the Great Yu Kingdom to seek opportunities and spiritual treasures.”
The most suitable place for you now, Fellow Daoist, is the vast Ice Plains, that spiritual vein that is about to be upgraded.

"A spiritual vein that is about to advance in rank is indestructible to a Core Formation cultivator, but it is not so for us Nascent Soul cultivators."

Zhao Tianxing's plain white robe swayed slightly, his eyes were as clear as a child's, but his words were anything but polite.

"I am aware of the feud between Xuan Yang Mountain and the Zoroastrianism, and I understand that the hatred between them runs deep."

If it weren't for the interference of the Zoroastrianism over a thousand years ago, Xuan Yang Mountain would have long been a major sect at the Nascent Soul stage.

"However, Nascent Soul True Monarchs cannot casually attack juniors; this is an unspoken agreement among us."

Furthermore, one must not attack fourth-tier spiritual veins, lest it jeopardize the foundation of the Great Yu cultivation world.

A hint of anger flashed in Chi Mei's eyes.

"You must not lay a hand on the younger generation?"

"Does the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Zoroastrian Church have no qualms about attacking me?"

"Do you have any elders, fellow Daoist?"
In the past thousand years, has any Core Formation cultivator broken through to the next realm on Xuan Yang Mountain?

Zhao Tianxing remained calm. "Only with Nascent Soul elders can there be this tacit understanding that one cannot attack juniors."
My Suspended Sword Mountain, the Plain Maiden Sect, the Medicine King Valley, and even the True Lord of the Fire Worship Sect all share this tacit understanding.

As for whether or not to abide by this rule, that depends on your wishes, fellow Daoist; we will not interfere further.

"There is only one matter!" His expression turned slightly solemn, and sword energy swirled around him. "You shall settle the feud between the Fire Worship Sect and Xuan Yang Mountain yourselves."

However, the spiritual veins of the vast icy plains are connected to the very foundation of the Great Yu Dynasty and cannot be destroyed by others.

As if aware of the sharpness of his words, Zhao Tianxing softened his tone slightly. "The Fire Worship Sect and the Medicine King Valley also sent Nascent Soul cultivators to visit."

Furthermore, if Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows is willing to abide by the tacit agreement, we can open up secret channels such as the Nascent Soul Trading Fair for you.”

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Chi Meizi closed his eyes slightly, his mind racing, and confirmed that Zhao Tianxing had no ill intentions in coming here.

But it wasn't out of any good intention.
What he sought, or what the various sects of the Great Yu sought, was to suppress the intensity of the battles and killings among Nascent Soul cultivators to a certain limit.

Unlike Foundation Establishment cultivators, if they have a deep foundation, have forged a high-grade Dao foundation, and have magic treasures by their side, they may still have a chance to escape from a True Person who has just formed their Core.

Even if a Core Formation cultivator has reached the pinnacle of cultivation and wields a top-grade magic weapon, facing a Nascent Soul True Monarch is only a matter of one or two strikes.

If a Core Formation True Person has fully embarked on the path of immortality, then a Nascent Soul True Monarch has made continuous progress and achieved some success on the rugged path of immortality.
Red-Eyebrowed Man exhaled a breath of stale air and spoke in a deep voice, "I agree to this."

"good!

Thank you for your understanding, Fellow Daoist Chi Mei. As compensation, the secret realms within the Great Yu territory are no less powerful than the Jianyang Secret Realm.

Xuanyang Mountain will be open to the public at the appointed time.

Zhao Tianxing looked satisfied, bowed respectfully, and transformed into a streak of pure white sword light, quietly disappearing, leaving only a silver sword token that emitted a cold glint.

Red Eyebrows took down the sword token and gazed westward, as if he could see a snow-covered ice field thousands of miles away.

"Do the Nascent Soul cultivators have tacit understanding?"

A glint of anticipation appeared in his eyes as he murmured softly, "It's a good thing for the sect that Nascent Soul True Monarchs Huo Lie and Chi Yan aren't interfering."

However, how much opportunity they can seize, and whether they can occupy the spiritual vein, depends on these juniors like Fang Yi, Xishan, and Hengyi.

The red-browed eyes reflected Fang Yi, who was wearing a blue cloud robe and had a tall and straight figure, as he murmured softly.

"It's time to raise the bet again."

As evening fell, the bright moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a veil over Xuanyang Mountain.

Five Peaks.

The Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner stands tall, with five colors of spiritual light—blue, white, red, black, and yellow—flowing and transforming into chains that strike into the spiritual fields.

"Crash!"

The chains vibrated, binding the earth's energy, and slowly dragged the spiritual soil toward the withered and flourishing blessed land.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the altar, his fingers forming hand seals, the power of withering and flourishing flowing between him.

As the golden earth energy surrounded the spiritual field, it slowly descended into the blessed land of withered and flourishing, and the magical power in the meridians surged even faster.

"Buzz!"

The brown soil has completely settled, and the once barren land of the East is now teeming with life.

The earth's energy, derived from the Wuyuan soil, completely absorbed the brown soil, condensing the earth's energy and transforming the Wuyuan energy mechanism into mist.

Nourished by this, nine flower buds on the jujube tree are about to bloom, the branches and leaves of the bitter plum tree are waving, and the withered leaves and purple veins of the vine are surrounded by pure vitality.

One after another, the precious medicinal plants and herbs, like stars surrounding the moon, paid homage to the king, encircling the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine.

"good!
After the tender shoots of the Xuan Tian Ling Teng were pinched off, its vitality finally began to recover.

Spiritual plants cannot grow without the nurturing of soil and the nourishment of true water. It seems we need to find a way to collect spiritual soil and true water.

Behind Fang Yi, a blue-white Taiji diagram rotated, with the Daoist energies of Jia Wood and Yi Wood colliding fiercely, yet remaining interconnected.

"Ok?"

He swept his gaze across the spirit field, which had turned into a giant crater, and with a wave of his sleeve, a beam of spiritual light shot out.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, Qin Yu, dressed in a black brocade robe and with a jade ring at his waist, followed the narrow path to the outside of the spirit field.

"Greetings, Master. Your disciple has important matters to report."

The Nine-Bend Grand Master from Fengling Immortal City has come to visit with his disciples and descendants. I wonder if Master will grant them an audience?

"Nine Bends?" Fang Yi rose from the altar, lost in thought. "I am preoccupied with the Nascent Soul Ceremony and cannot spare the time."

If he is willing, then arrange a meeting at the Azure Sky Palace after the grand ceremony.

"Yes, I will obey Master's decree." Qin Yu bowed and slowly retreated outside.

A few moments.

A flash of brown demonic energy appeared and disappeared, and an adorable little silver-white beast leaped up from the ground and pounced into Fang Yi's arms.

His expression softened slightly as he gently stroked the glossy fur with his fingers, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Xiao Qi, you are limited by your inheritance, and your cultivation of array formations is much less effective."

Now the person who can solve the problem has arrived.
"Master of Array Formation, this Nine Curves formation is quite adept at concealment."

Seven Rings blinked his dark eyes and chuckled. “My array formations have improved, and I will be able to better assist you, Master, during our journey across the vast icy plains.”

That's not wrong.

Fang Yi's divine sense swept across ten feet below the ground. In the dark stone chamber, Huo Zhao, surrounded by golden light, was immersed in a jade pool filled with medicinal liquid.

"Everything is ready, except for the elixir that Yin Yue promised."

"With a Nascent Soul True Monarch backing us, things are much better, both regarding the Nine-Bend Formation and Yin Yue exchanging for spiritual herbs."

Seven days later, at Xuanyang Mountain.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" The sound of drums resounded through the sky, and the continuous purple aura spread like the rising sun, nourishing the hundred-mile territory of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Fang Yi wore a lotus crown and a robe woven with blue clouds. His face was handsome and his demeanor was profound and imposing.

"Edict!"

He held a jade ruyi in his hand, surrounded by a shimmering jade light, and with a wave of his hand, he scattered streams of vitality.

One after another, blue lotuses bloom, their green leaves swaying, full of vitality, and amidst the continuous purple mist, Xuan Yang Mountain is transformed into a sea of ​​lotuses.

"The Nascent Soul Ceremony, begin!"

"Please, Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord, descend!"

One by one, the figures of cultivators appeared at Tianji Peak, Chiyang Cliff, and the Ancestral Hall, their robes fluttering, holding Daoist salutes, and bowing in reverence.

"Disciple of Xuan Yang requests an audience with True Lord Crimson Eyebrows!"

"Disciple of Xuan Yang requests an audience with True Lord Crimson Eyebrows!"

"Disciple of Xuan Yang requests an audience with True Lord Crimson Eyebrows!"

The roar was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, with each wave higher than the last.

With a soft laugh, a great sun rose from the high cliff, its purple aura intertwining to form a Dharma platform.

Red-browed Prince, his robes fluttering, landed on the execution platform.

Fang Yi landed half a step below the True Lord, holding a golden bell in his hand, and struck down with a jade ruyi.

"clang!"

The sound of metal and jade clashing cleansed the soul, and in an instant, it resounded throughout Xuan Yang Mountain.

"All esteemed masters, please enter."

"Zheng!"

A silver-white sword light rose, and a sword light of the Jade Dao transformed into a long river, its fierce aura revealing a sense of freedom and unrestraint.

Jun Huai stood tall and straight, wearing a silver Xuanjian robe and boots that trod on the murmuring sword river, leading his many disciples with a majestic and powerful stride.

Upon stepping onto the endless purple clouds, he bowed respectfully before the altar.

“Jun Huai, a disciple of Xuanjian Mountain, on behalf of the sect’s True Lord, congratulates True Lord Chi Mei on attaining the Nascent Soul stage and enjoying a thousand years of lifespan.”

From this point on, the path to immortality is carefree, and one can roam freely without restraint!

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by the clang of swords, a brocade box rose up, inside which a silk cloth held three sword pellets. The pellets emitted sword energy, their chilling aura penetrating to the bone.

'Strange, these three sword pellets are top-notch; with careful refinement, they could potentially become high-grade magic weapons.'
Why is the Hanging Sword Mountain being built on such a grand scale?

A glint flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and he lightly tapped the jade ruyi in his hand, causing the soothing sound of the bell to ring out once again.

"good!

"Thank you on my behalf, Fellow Daoist Tianxing." Chi Meizi nodded slightly, waved his sleeve, and a beam of light collected the sword pellet.

"Yes! This disciple will definitely report to True Lord Tianxing upon returning to the sect." Junhuai led his disciples to sit down on the prayer mats to the side.

"Buzz!"

A whiff of fragrant grass and trees appeared, followed by rolling, brown spiritual clouds. A turquoise canopy then emerged, with lifelike images of the five grains: millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans.

Li Tan, dressed in a blue-brown robe, with a small, exquisite sickle hanging at his waist, lowered an ancient cauldron into the ground.

"Disciple Litan of Medicine King Valley pays homage to the True Lord."

On behalf of the Supreme Elder of the sect, this disciple congratulates True Lord on his great progress in cultivation, that his path ahead is smooth, and that he should advance with courage and diligence.

"Fellow Daoist Nong Su is very kind."

Looking at the plump, vibrant grains in the cauldron, Chi Meizi nodded slightly.

There are forty-nine grains each of the five-colored spiritual seeds: Green Spirit Rice, Three-Colored Wheat, and Wood Beans. All of them are third-tier spiritual plants. After being planted by a spiritual plant master, they will replenish vital energy and strengthen the foundation.

These five kinds of third-tier grains alone, taken daily, are enough to enable cultivators to grasp the art of condensing their core, increasing their chances by at least 30%.

"clang!"

Fang Yi struck the golden bell once more with the jade ruyi in his hand, and the soothing sound echoed back.

Li Tan bowed deeply and then led the cultivators from Medicine King Valley to their seats.

"Buzz!"

A pink aura rose, golden flowers descended from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a crimson auspicious cloud appeared in the sky.

A peony pattern flowed between Yin Yue's eyebrows, her figure was graceful and charming, she walked barefoot, and behind her, Yu Ji's skin glowed with a shimmering jade light, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders, she lagged half a step behind.

The master and disciple were so beautiful that fish could sink and geese could fall from the sky, and the moon could hide its face and flowers could blush; they were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own unique beauty.

"Greetings, True Lord Red Eyebrows"

Looking at Chi Meizi, who sat cross-legged on the nine-tiered altar, his unfathomable aura was like the sun.

Yin Yue's expression was complex and difficult to understand. She murmured to herself, 'I never imagined that it was Chi Mei who had condensed her Nascent Soul.'

"Buzz!"

Streaks of gilded spiritual flames flowed and transformed into a lotus platform, supporting a crimson flame.

"Melting Gold True Flame Seed"

With a flicker of his eyes, he realized that unlike the Sword Pill and Spirit Valley, which only benefited the cultivators in the sect, this Molten Gold True Flame Seed was ranked as a near-fourth-tier cultivator.

It is a top-tier fire-elemental spiritual object, sufficient to be used as an auxiliary material for refining one's natal treasure.

'A near-fourth-tier spiritual item, what a grand gesture!'

Li Tan sighed inwardly, thinking, "As expected of Yin Yue, who is renowned for her immense wealth. The value of the spiritual item that Xuanjian Mountain gave away is only equivalent to this fire seed."

His gaze shifted, passing over Fang Yi with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, before landing on Jun Huai, whose aura was piercing and intense.

"Humph!"

The two snorted coldly, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

The four essential elements of cultivating immortality are wealth, companionship, magic, and location. Marrying Yu Ji, a female cultivator at the Golden Core stage, will easily solve the problems of wealth and companionship.

As for the law and the land?

With sufficient financial resources, as direct descendants of the Daoist lineage, neither Suspended Sword Mountain nor Medicine King Valley lacks the means to transform their wealth and spiritual resources into secret techniques and spiritual lands.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yin Yue!" Chi Meizi smiled as he reached out to accept the True Flame Seed, speaking in a friendly manner.

"clang!"

Fang Yi struck down with the jade ruyi in his hand again, and the sound of gold and jade clashing echoed once more.

He was also filled with emotion, realizing that Yin Yue's wealth and power were beyond his expectations.

With such wealth, one wonders what happened back then that caused him to be stuck in a bottleneck for so long.
Upon seeing the real people associated with the Nascent Soul sect take their seats, Fang Yi's robes fluttered, and the golden bell in his hand rang again.

"Roar!"

A wild howl resounded, and a primal demonic aura spread. Gu Jiushang and the Golden-Eyed Ape King each held a whale-patterned decree and a jade box, respectively.

"Desolate and grotesque."

"Golden Eyes."

"We pay our respects to True Lord Red Eyebrows and wish you well."

"Buzz!"

The jade box vibrated with demonic energy, and a long, resonant whale cry echoed around it.

"Yan!"

A deep blue jade whale, breathing in and out spiritual energy, and creating surging waves, leaped out of the jade box and crashed into the nine-story altar.

"Uncle Master!"

"careful!"

"You dare!"

Surrounded by starlight, the six stars of the Southern Dipper rose behind You Xishan; the crimson dragon smoke furnace emitted wisps of spiritual fragrance, and the five-colored eyes were filled with chilling killing intent; ancient trees stood silently, and a blurry sorcerer's figure appeared.
"Don't be impatient!"

Seeing the streams of energy pressing down on the two demons, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and struck the golden bell again with the jade ruyi in his hand.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Invisible sound waves rippled outwards, transforming into a jade-colored light shield that protected the two demons.

(End of this chapter)