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

Chapter 874 The meeting ends, each with their own plans; Guang Sheng makes a decisive break.
"What is Fang Yi's background?"

With her flowing sleeves, Li Tan casually found a large blue stone to sit on, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Yin Yue was tricked in the Jianyang Secret Realm back then, and her foundation collapsed. The seventh level of Core Formation is her limit."

"No, if it weren't for the Su Nu Sect's order for Xuan Xianji to intervene and protect her, whether she could have safely broken through to the late Core Formation stage would have been a significant problem."

When "Xuanxianji, the leader of the Su Nu Sect," recalled that fleeting glimpse of her from decades ago, a look of admiration appeared in Jun Huai's eyes.

"Among the ten beauties of the Great Yu Dynasty, Fairy Maiden ranked first, said to be able to captivate a city with a smile, and to shame the moon and flowers with her beauty."

If she weren't the Daoist partner of True Lord Xuanling, who knows how many suitors she would have attracted.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Junhuai still can't forget Lingxuan Immortal?" Litan smiled, then his expression turned solemn.

"Fellow Daoist, don't forget that Xuanxian Ji's ranking as the top of the Ten Beauties of the Great Yu Dynasty is not solely due to her stunning beauty."

Instead, it possessed an almost ghostly figure and a cultivation level of perfected Core Formation.
However, if you are willing to abandon Yu Ji and pursue Ling Xuan Xian Ji, I, Li, am willing to offer you a near-fourth-grade spiritual medicine.”

"What a joke!" Jun Huai's ancient sword trembled slightly at his waist, its sword intent chilling, pointing directly at the cultivator on the large blue stone.

"To fawn over a Nascent Soul Daoist and his partner, Fellow Daoist Li, do you think I'm someone who's courting death?"

"It wasn't unintentional, it was just that you didn't dare?"

A hint of curiosity appeared in Li Tan's eyes. What was it about Li Lingxuan that made Jun Huai, the swordsman of Xuanjian Mountain, so unable to forget him?

He shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of distractions, and solemnly spoke:
"To get back to the point, my fellow Daoist and I have a gentleman's agreement to join forces and first eliminate the competitors who are pursuing Yu Ji."

Yu Huai Gongzi of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, Zhou Ju of the Blood Fiend Sect, and Zhao Ye of the Fire Worship Sect were all eliminated by you and me in our joint efforts.

What was the result of Fellow Daoist Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain's probing attack?

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi?" Junhuai asked after a moment's thought.

"I killed him with my flying sword. That humanoid puppet was not weak in essence, and its puppetry skills were quite solid."

It was nothing like the condensation of the mechanical core seal just now; it was more like an old cultivator who had been immersed in cultivation for hundreds of years.

My disciple Li Kong and your fellow Daoist Zhong Zheng are no match for him; they are people who break through their cultivation barriers and enter the Great True Person realm by relying on elixirs.

Jun Huai stroked the long sword at his waist, a hint of killing intent flickering in his eyes, and murmured softly.

"However, his cultivation level is at the fifth level of Core Formation, and his magical power is pure, but his cultivation foundation is insufficient."
If we were to meet on a narrow path, I would be willing to pay a certain price to kill him.

"Your cultivation level is only at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage?" Li Tan asked.

"Yes, his cultivation level is indeed at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage," Jun Huai confirmed. "My Clear-Minded Sword Heart probed him; Qingyangzi Fang Yi has only just entered the fifth level of the Core Formation stage and hasn't reached the limit at this level."

"That's good." Li Tan nodded, referring to the Clear Sword Heart. This was the foundation of Jun Huai's cultivation to this day. In the Core Formation realm, no one could escape his perception.

He felt a slight sense of relief and said silently:
"Although this land of Great Cloud is barren, the cultivators here are all incredibly cunning."

First, there was the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord, who had already perished in the Jianyang Secret Realm, but now he has attained the Nascent Soul stage and even manifested a Dao image.

The remaining two, Huang Guangsheng and Tian Quezi, had already spoken of their soul lamps going out and their lives ending in death.

One of them is constantly on display, possessing only the eighth level of Core Formation cultivation and a third-tier superior-grade divination foundation.

Thinking of the information the sect received from Zoroastrianism, Li Tan was also speechless when he first met him.

"A fourth-tier divination master—the Zoroastrian Church's defeat is not unjustified."

“It’s not unfair that we lost,” Junhuai uttered in a deep voice, revealing a secret.

"My Xuanjian Mountain Sect's True Lord Tianxing once said that the missing child of that day must have been obtained with the help of the lineage of Wugengzi and the power of the ancestors of all generations."

Rather than saying he stepped into the position of Grandmaster of Divination, it would be more accurate to say that six generations of cultivators joined forces to forcibly enter the position of Grandmaster of Divination.

The Soul Annihilation Realm vanished; a thousand years of accumulation by Xuan Yang Mountain culminated in this ultimate battle.

Junhuai shook his head slightly, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, and spoke.

"Fortunately, the battle with the Fire Worship Sect has exhausted the resources of Xuan Yang Mountain. Now, there is not a single Grand Master who has reached the Core Formation stage in the sect."

As previously agreed, I have probed Fang Yi's background; the rest is up to you, fellow Daoist."

"Hmm." Li Tan nodded. "A cultivator at the fifth level of Core Formation can step into the realm of a third-tier high-grade puppeteer and condense the Mechanism Seal."

He has reached his limit in being able to fight against a Grandmaster.
I will plan with all my might, giving Fang Yi no chance whatsoever. The art of spiritual healing doesn't offer much advantage in combat."

"Take it"

Xuanyang Mountain.

Surrounded by purple mist and rosy light, the Crimson Sun Cliff was breathtakingly beautiful. With a wave of his sleeve, a jade slip landed in Fang Yi's hand.

"Sister Lingxuan sent a message saying that Junhuai of Xuanjian Mountain and Litan of Medicine King Valley seem to be enemies, competing with each other, both wanting to inherit Yin Yue's fortune."
In reality, the two secretly joined forces to eliminate the other competitors first.

During the Nascent Soul Ceremony, the junior disciple intervened to stop Li Kong and save face for the sect.

"But Jun Huai has also figured out your true strength. A mere third-tier high-grade puppet is no match for those two prodigies."

Chi Mei pointed at the jade slip in Fang Yi's arms, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"You are a direct descendant of my Xuan Yang lineage and have made great contributions to the matter of Nascent Soul."

"Your senior master will plan for you. This jade slip was used during the Nascent Soul Dharma Assembly to probe the foundations of Junhuai and Litan, and their path of cultivation. How much precious light surrounds them?"

'I see.'

Fang Yi suddenly realized why Chi Mei was being so generous.

Ordinary Nascent Soul ceremonies merely recount some cultivation insights; they rarely reveal the Daoist manifestations of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Thank you, Senior Uncle!"

He bowed deeply, knowing that his heavy bet was beginning to pay off.

If he weren't the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, with impeccable lineage, and hadn't made great contributions to the annihilation of the Biyue Pavilion.

Why would a Nascent Soul True Monarch go to such lengths to devise a plan for him?

No need for thanks.
"You helped me then, and I will help you today; fellow disciples support one another."

As the autumn wind blew, Chi Mei's long eyebrows trembled, and Xu Ri's robe fluttered in the wind.

he quipped.

"Who knows, perhaps one day my nephew will come to my aid."

What use would a Core Formation cultivator be to a Nascent Soul True Monarch in the future?

Although he was not optimistic that Fang Yi, whose spiritual root was hindering him, could break through to the Nascent Soul stage, Chi Mei continued to offer guidance.

"If it is inconvenient for the Nascent Soul True Monarch to take action, I cannot take action, and the True Monarch of Medicine King Valley will not take action either."

This has been the established practice for thousands of years, maintained tacitly by numerous Nascent Soul cultivators to ensure the prosperity of the Great Yu cultivation civilization.
The jade slip contains several secret techniques; if you cultivate them diligently, they will be sufficient to help you protect yourself.

"Then we'll see how well he progresses in body refinement, and how he and Yu Ji and Yin Yue think."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Uncle." Fang Yi bowed again, expressing his gratitude.

The Nascent Soul True Monarch's secret investigation into the foundation of a Core Formation True Person is suspected of bullying the weak.

But as the one being helped, he had no objections.

"Um"

A dark aura enveloped Chi Mei, his eyes deepening with a hint of sorrow. "You can decide what to do after this. Now, come with me."
Junior Brother Guang Sheng wants to see you one last time.

"Yes," Fang Yi bowed and followed closely behind along the narrow path.

Chiyang Cliff.

Ancient trees sway their branches and leaves, and the gurgling water gushes from the spring, turning into mist.

Beside the spring, two purple wisps of mist encircled the lotus platform.

A gnarled and withered locust tree was decaying, its branches and leaves withered, surrounded by a gloomy and deathly aura, with only a faint glimmer of starlight visible in the distance, though it was dim and lifeless.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng?!"

"Junior Brother Tianque!"

Red Eyebrows' expression changed, his vast energy surged, and his brilliant light shot into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng, don't you want to see Fang Yi? I've brought you..."
Why couldn't you see me one last time? Why did you leave like this?

"Junior brother."

His body trembled slightly as he stretched out his five fingers to caress the ancient tree surrounded by death energy.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng!!"

The mournful roar was like that of a lost old vulture, and memories of the past four hundred years flooded back, leaving Chi Mei with mixed feelings.

For four hundred years, they supported each other; for four hundred years, they went through life and death together. Their bond was deeper than that of any disciple or descendant. Although they were prepared, they didn't know when, but two streams of hot tears flowed down their cheeks.

"Tick tock."

Crystalline tears dampened the yellow earth, leaving a ring of watermarks, reflecting the deep sorrow in Chi Mei's heart.

Dark clouds gathered over the vast Xuanyang Mountain.

"Boom!"

Amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, torrential rain poured down from the dark clouds, and in an instant, Chiyang Cliff was shrouded in a desolate and sorrowful atmosphere.

“Junior brother, I know you have grievances in your heart. We are both True Immortals who have reached the peak of Core Formation. Why did you give up everything and sacrifice yourself for me to form an Infant?”

But are you really so resolute that you don't want to see me one last time?

Red Eyebrows let the heavy rain soak his robes, the chill penetrating his very soul. He stroked the rough bark of the locust wood, muttering to himself.

"My two junior brothers are truly heartless; they wouldn't even see me one last time."

Round after round of dim, yellowish light flowed, and the withered and decaying aura suppressed the inner voice. Fang Yi's eyes also turned red, infected by the sorrowful aura emanating from the Nascent Soul True Monarch.

“Grandmaster Guangsheng, Grandmaster Yuanyi,” he murmured in mourning.

"Wish you my foot! I'm not dead yet!" "Thud!" A tree root burst out of the ground, causing Fang Yi to stumble.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng?" Chi Mei's sorrowful eyes widened in surprise, then his face lit up with joy.

"Hahaha, we've known each other for over four hundred years, and our hearts are as deep as the sea."

This is the first time I've seen you show such genuine emotion.

On the withered ancient wood, brown veins covered the surface, revealing a stiff face.

Then, the starlight shifted, and the ethereal, emaciated figure of Tian Quezi, wrapped in a gray robe, sat atop the tree canopy.

"Senior Brother Red Eyebrows, the cultivators in the sect all say that my thoughts are unfathomable."

But in terms of deep thought, the senior brother was the most profound. It was quite rare to see him shed tears at this final moment—a truly extraordinary sight.

"You two truly harbor resentment and want to see your senior brother make a fool of himself."

Red Eyebrows gave a wry smile, showing no anger.

Those who sacrifice their path often harbor deep resentment, especially those with exceptional talent. This is particularly true for Tianque and Guangsheng, both of whom are heroes and outstanding individuals.

Concealing his life or death and venting his resentment is something he deserves to suffer.

He looked at his two junior brothers with concern and said, "Farewell?"
What do you two junior brothers mean?

Fang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the doubts in his heart dissipated.

With the assistance of the Mysterious Heavenly Sprout, and given that the quality of the offerings is paramount in shamanistic rituals, Huang Guangsheng should have received considerable benefits. It's no wonder his lifespan has ended so prematurely.
It now seems that the ancestors of the Ancestral Hall and Tianji Peak had some hidden tricks up their sleeves.
Huang Guangsheng waved his hand, and a gloomy, ghostly aura, wrapped in dim starlight, pulled Fang Yi in front of him.

Sensing the withered vitality of the younger generation, he lowered his last bit of vigilance.

"During the previous wood sacrifice, I obtained the spirit of the Great Venerable Jumang, which restored part of my life force."

The patriarch left a lifeline for future generations; my physical body is now decayed and has merged with the yin locust tree.

Huang Guangsheng looked at Fang Yi and asked, "Fang Yi, what do you think is the reason for this backup plan?"

If you guess correctly, I will grant you a great opportunity.

"The patriarch's backup plan," Fang Yi pondered, his thoughts racing.

After a short while, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Is the life force left behind by the patriarch related to Lishan, or to the Jianyang Secret Realm?"

"Naturally, it is Mount Li." The faint starlight shifted, evolving into the Big Dipper constellation. Tian Quezi smiled and simply pointed:

"The secret realm of Jianyang is far more complex than the ancestor can handle."

Although Mount Li is fierce, the threat lies beyond the Yin Realm.

Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought. "Ancestral Master Guang Sheng and Uncle-Master Tian Que are going to the Underworld?"

"Impossible!" Red Eyebrows' face was ugly, and purple energy surrounded him, crashing like the tide.

I won't allow it!
The Yin Realm is dangerous; Li Shan only has a few spatial rifts remaining, let alone a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Even a Core Formation cultivator cannot pass this path; it is a dead end.

"Senior brother, do Guang Sheng and I have any other options?"

Beneath Tian Quezi's gray robes, wisps of ghostly energy emerged, surrounded by eerie green phosphorescent flames.

"I used the Yin Huai wood to refine my body and temporarily transformed into a ghost cultivator, but this will only last for ten years at most."

Senior Brother Guang Sheng's soul turned to wood, leaving him only with ten years of lucidity.

Could it be that Senior Brother intends to leave behind a fourth-tier spirit tree for Xuan Yang Mountain?

Tian Que's words were sharp. "Senior brother is probably going to be disappointed."

The spirit within the yin-scented locust wood used as a sacrificial offering had already been absorbed by the lingering image of the Great Venerable Jumang, rendering it unsuitable for crafting magical artifacts.

“That’s not what I meant,” Red Eyebrows said with difficulty, his lips moving.

"What does that mean?" Tian Que sneered repeatedly. "Senior Brother has attained the Nascent Soul stage and will have a long lifespan, making him vastly different from us who are only forming Cores."
Why are you trying to block my path?
"Then please make your move, senior brother."

“That’s not what I meant.” Red Eyebrows gave a bitter smile and said helplessly. “The Underworld is no place of any hope.”

One wrong move and you'll be living a life worse than death. Why go through all this, junior brother?

"Brother Chi Mei, rather than closing your eyes and waiting for death, it is better to fight to the death." The branches of the Yin Huai tree swayed, and leaves withered one by one.

Huang Guangsheng's words were resolute. "Does Senior Brother intend to thwart my chance of survival?"

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The ancient forest was completely silent, with only the sound of a clear spring flowing through it.

Fang Yi suppressed his aura and sighed softly in his heart.

'A path that's almost certain death, should we still fight with all our might?'
The underworld is not so easily entered.

Even if one enters the underworld, within ten years, ninety-nine percent of them will die far from home.
The dragon was raised underwater; Tianque and Guangsheng's resolve was unwavering, yet they were hampered by Xuanyang Mountain.

"Alas!" Red Eyebrows sighed softly, and with a wave of his sleeve, a continuous purple aura lifted up the ancient locust tree.

"Crack!"

The shady locust tree withered and decayed completely, and a brown spiritual seed flowed out from the dead branches and leaves.

"Thank you for your trouble, senior brother."
Remember to bring Fang Yi along; there should still be a few old graves hidden in Lishan.

Among them, using corpses to create puppets is actually quite a good spiritual item.

"Buzz!" A ghostly green light flowed, phosphorescent flames ignited, and starlight swirled, transforming into a soul bead.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother."

Seeing the swirling purple mist approaching, Fang Yi's robes fluttered in the wind as he spoke in a deep voice.

“Uncle-Master Red Eyebrows, there is another pseudo-Core Formation cultivator in our sect whose lifespan is nearing its end, and who is also connected with Li Shan.”

"I hope I can lend my senior master a hand."

"Who is it?" The purple aura paused slightly, and the red-browed man spoke.

"Fan Dacheng is currently cultivating in seclusion at the Five Extremes Peak," Fang Yi said.

"After being implicated by Li Shan, you met a tragic end, yet you took care of your friend and sought a glimmer of hope for him." Chi Mei's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, a continuous purple aura spread across Xuan Yang.

Three days later.

Li Shan, a crimson sun hurtling past like lightning, Chi Mei gazed at the deep, bottomless abyss and sneered.

"boom!"

As the sun sets in the west, it stirs up a storm of wind and clouds.

Beneath the abyss, a precious coffin trembled, and the red-haired old corpse slowly awoke.

"Again?!"

He muttered something under his breath, and a hazy, corpse-like aura billowed out, enveloping the precious coffin and concealing its energy, as it continued to sink into the ground.

Surrounded by purple, the Xuan Yang Treasure Mirror hung high, and the crimson-browed eyes gleamed with a sharp light, continuously plunging deeper into the abyss.

(End of this chapter)