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

Chapter 877 Inviting Fellow Disciples, Using Bait to Lure Deer

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother Xishan." Fang Yi bowed and said earnestly, "Junior Brother has obtained the inheritance of Qingmu Palace and was able to break through to the next realm and condense the core. If you want to go further, you must complete the inheritance."

"Is it the mountain deer-like creature?"

"Junior brother wishes to advance further; since we are fellow disciples, I, You, will naturally lend a helping hand."

You Xishan gazed meaningfully at the handsome, upright cultivator before him, whose aura carried a hint of vicissitude and decay, and sighed inwardly.

'I never expected that he would actually deduce the [Four-Nine Mysterious Technique], which he used to replenish his essence and blood.'

My junior brother has encountered some great opportunity, but it's far more complex than it appears on the surface.

He didn't delve deeper; in the barren land of Dayun, Core Formation spiritual objects were extremely scarce. Which True Person who could cultivate to the Core Formation realm didn't have some secrets hidden?
Each of them possessed extraordinary opportunities, emerging victorious from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

You Xishan began by saying:

"Know yourself and know your enemy and you will never be defeated. Junior brother, do you have any of Lu Xiaozi's personal belongings, or any treasures related to his path?"
Even when divining the secrets of heaven and predicting fatal flaws, one still needs something to rely on.

I was prepared for this.

Fang Yi chuckled and patted the storage bag at his waist. Two beams of spiritual light flew out, transforming into a jade slip carved from yellow jade and a rugged mountain rock about ten feet in size.

"The Book of Green and Withered Godhood?" You Xishan's eyes widened in astonishment, his expression strange.

"The old man actually bestowed this inheritance upon you."

This book is entirely about the path of decay and corruption, and is the legacy left behind by the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Green Wood Palace.

Junior Brother Hengyi asked for it several times, but he never gave it to him.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of Junior Brother Qingyang.

He remarked with emotion, "The old man certainly values ​​his junior brother."

"And these rocks..."

You Xishan swept across the pitted, dark rocks, and with a flick of his wrist, a wisp of silver light fell.

"Wow!"

The rocks trembled, melting layer by layer like butter on fire, until finally a wisp of bluish-yellow demonic energy was drawn out, transforming into a thumb-sized pearl.

"One hundred and thirty-seven different qi mechanisms."
It took soil from at least 137 places where the old deer of Sudu Mountain had stopped to obtain this mountain stone.

Only then can one refine a trace of the Deer Demon's demonic energy from the thin, almost imperceptible demonic aura.

"It seems that Junior Brother Qingyang has been eyeing Lu Xiaozi for more than just a few years."

You Xishan looked at Fang Yi with a half-smile, tapping his cane lightly, and wisps of starlight lit up, first the Southern Dipper, then the Seven Stars.

A star chart unfolds, with the eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li alternating.

Fang Yi smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything more.

Within the Void Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner, lay an ancient vine and several yellow-striped octagonal plants, all cultivated by Deer Demon Child to bribe and control his demon kings.

The 137 places of lodging were fake; he had fabricated them all.

One must always be wary of others. Even fellow disciples who offer assistance should be treated with caution, and Gu Jiushang should not be exposed.

With the fall of Lu Xiaozi, among the demon clan members of Sudu Mountain, who is the one with the highest cultivation, the strongest fighting skills, and the brightest future?
He was none other than Gu Jiushang, the Desolate Dragon Demon King whose true form was a golden-armored lion!

Once Gu Jiushang takes over the demon race's forces and commands the demons of Sudu Mountain, it will involve enormous interests.
Fang Yi could come up with seventy, eighty, or even ninety ideas in a flash.

The demon race is not skilled in the arts of cultivation, but the Sudu Mountain and even the Hundred Thousand Mountains produce precious medicines and spiritual objects.
Various demon races with special and mutated bloodlines, yet without the protection of any clan.

The skeletons left behind after the passing of the demon kings.
If just one task is accomplished, the barren lands of Dayun will be unable to absorb any more third-tier spiritual items and precious medicines.

The cultivation civilization of Dayu is ten times, or even a hundred times, more prosperous than that of Dayun. As long as Xuanyang Mountain establishes a firm foothold, it can devour everything.

Fang Yi had other plans.

The Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, which Yin Yue controls, is also a neutral force with a Nascent Soul True Monarch overseeing it.
Even without the True Lord's intervention, one or two Grand Masters in charge, with the help of the Chamber of Commerce, would be enough to completely digest the demon race's spiritual objects.

Deer Demon Child must die!

Since Gu Jiushang condensed his golden core, Fang Yi had been secretly plotting. Even without the inheritance of the Life and Death Scripture, Lu Xiaozi still had to die.
If he doesn't die, how can the Desolate Dragon Demon King ascend to the throne?

If he doesn't die, where will Fang Yi get the resources he needs for cultivation in the future?

"Buzz!"

Strands of starlight evolve, with five colors of cyan, yellow, red, black, and white flowing and transforming into a long, winding river, ancient green forests, and deep, secluded mountains.
The scenery of Sudu Mountain comes into view.
As You Xishan watched the bluish-yellow mist emerge, obscuring the secrets of heaven, his brow furrowed slightly.

"This old deer is well hidden, and he even has a celestial treasure protecting him."

Junior Brother Qingyang can visit Junior Brother Hengyi first. I need to set up a ritual platform to connect with the sect's fortune.

Only in this way could they divine the changes in fortune without disturbing the old deer, so as to secretly harm him and deceive his spirit.

You Xishan then said, "It is not easy for a great master to cultivate."

Of ten Core Formation cultivators, perhaps only one can break through to the Great True Person realm.

Besides, that old deer has cultivated for seven or eight hundred years; it's an old and cunning demon, not easy to deal with.

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother." Fang Yi bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"We're fellow disciples, why be so polite?" You Xishan laughed and scolded, then waved his hand, sending Fang Yi away with a burst of starlight.

"Xuan Yang Mountain is currently in dire need of reconstruction. If Junior Brother can take another step forward, it will greatly benefit our ability to establish ourselves in the Great Yu."

"Junior brother, you shall depart first." Fang Yi felt at ease, for Lu Xiaozi had no Nascent Soul Demon Lord as his backer.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken him hundreds of years to finally reach the level of a Great True Person.

Yu Xishan was willing to lend a hand, thus obscuring the mental perceptions and warnings of this old demon.

Then comes the luring of the snake.
Watching the disappearing dim light, You Xishan's lips curled into a strange smile.

"Everyone is striving for the Nascent Soul stage; I must also hurry."

"Tsk, based on the Two-Nine Mysterious Techniques left behind by the ancient extraordinary man Half-Taoist, we can deduce the Four-Nine Mysterious Techniques?"

Old man, why did you expend so much energy to deduce the cultivation technique for Fang Yi?

Chunyang Peak is shrouded in mist and clouds, and its lush greenery transforms into tiny water droplets that float and refract sunlight, creating rainbows of seven colors.

In the Ancestral Hall, beneath three solemn jade statues, Zhang Heng held a carving knife, its blade gleaming coldly, as he carved on a piece of dark ironwood.

[By my late teacher, Huang Guangsheng.]

"Clang!" With the final strike, an ancient-style memorial tablet was formed and placed on the offering table.

"Master."

Zhang Heng's eyes were filled with sorrow as he stroked the inscriptions carved on the ancient memorial tablet, his face showing a look of reminiscence.

"Ok?"

As he felt the decaying, withered Daoist aura surrounding him descend, he suddenly looked up, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Fang Yi?
"If he doesn't practice the Forty-Nine Arcane Arts, what brings him to the Ancestral Hall?"

Zhang Heng lit three incense sticks in the bronze cauldron on the offering table, then with a wave of his sleeve, a blue light flowed and transformed into a jade bridge engraved with a hundred trees and spreading witch patterns, which fell down.

"What brings the Sect Leader here?"

Fang Yi stepped onto the jade bridge and slowly entered the Ancestral Hall, feeling the illusory image of a gnarled ancient tree that blocked out the sky, surrounded by Zhang Hengyi's lush green mist.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he murmured to himself:

'This elixir'
wrong!

It seems that Zhang Hengyi also gained something from the battle of forming his Nascent Soul in Xuan Yang, and completely inherited the lineage of the Witchcraft Dao.
That was the ancestral master of the sorcery who ascended to heaven and earth, even if he only left behind a lingering image imprinted between heaven and earth.
As the divine incarnation of the Great Venerable Jumang, he has seized many benefits.

The initial form of the training ground has taken a significant step forward, and the Golden Core stage has been refined.

"The Sect Leader?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, thinking of the ancient and clumsy witch seal in his dantian, and felt dissatisfied.

Outsiders may not know, but how could he not know?
The most core inheritance of the Ancestral Hall was cut off by Ancestral Master Guang Sheng and given to Fang Yi.
He would not blame his master.
The resentment naturally fell upon the sect leader, Qingyangzi. "If there are no urgent matters, I still need to go into seclusion to cultivate and digest what I gained from the Nascent Soul Ceremony."
"Nephew Qingyang, please do not disturb me."

"Buzz!"

The continuous blue light flowed and swept away, trying to force Fang Yi out of the Ancestral Hall.

The Witchcraft and Ghost Path Inheritance Mark is the most core and fundamental inheritance of the Ancestral Hall. Even the Nascent Soul True Monarch, Chi Meizi, was extremely surprised that a portion of it could be bestowed upon him.

Fang Yi knew that Zhang Heng harbored resentment and that it would not be easy to get him to help him fight.

"Buzz!"

A medicinal cauldron flew out from his sleeve, surrounded by wisps of medicinal fragrance. The Five Poisons Cauldron trembled slightly, absorbing all of the azure light.

"Nephew Fang!" Zhang Heng's expression darkened, and he warned in a low voice, "Don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences!"

Fang Yi wore a lotus crown, his sleeves fluttering, as resilient and unyielding as a green bamboo in the wind.

He smiled gently, exuding an air of elegance: "If I remember correctly, Uncle Yang Xuanyi has lived past two hundred years old."

"Given the lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, if they don't form their core soon, their vital energy will be depleted, and they will have no chance of breaking through to the next realm."

"Is Uncle Hengyi still holding onto hope while suppressing Uncle Xuanyi like this?"

Fang Yi's words were like knives, showing no mercy. "After all, the difference between a real pill and a fake pill is only one word, but it can mean a difference of a full one hundred and twenty years in lifespan."

"presumptuous!
"Fang Yi has received some of the inheritance, does he really think he can run the Ancestral Hall like this?"

Zhang Heng's robes fluttered in the wind, and strands of vitality transformed into verdant runes, outlining ancient trees, gnarled vines, and spiritual plants and precious herbs growing freely.

[Jumang's Longevity Dojo]

"boom!"

The rudimentary form of the training ground was quickly completed, and then, with the force of collapsing mountains and destroying peaks, it crushed down on the arrogant cultivator.

"Why must you lose your composure, Uncle-Master?"

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a blue light, his figure upright, like a plum blossom braving the snow, or a pine tree on a cliff, resilient and unyielding.

The decaying, withered Daoist essence flows and connects, roots, branches, and old bark.
A gnarled, ancient tree with no leaves condenses into a radiant, dim yellow light, supporting the longevity temple of Jumang.

"boom!"

A vast spiritual tide surged and turned into a howling wind. One by one, bronze lamps lit up in the Ancestral Hall, suppressing the spiritual tide in an instant.

However, the energy released during their exchange also alarmed the entire Xuan Yang Mountain.

Chiyang Cliff.

Crimson Eyebrows, clad in a robe embroidered with the rising sun, his long eyebrows fluttering, gazed at the two clashing energies within the Ancestral Hall.

"Junior Brother Guang Sheng, what are you really thinking?"
"To split the Jumang Shaman Seal in two, only Hengyi's gentle nature would have sufficed; if it were me, I would have already taken action."

He shook his head slightly and muttered to himself, "We need to ask Hengyi for help in hunting down that old deer."

It's probably difficult.

"Gulu.Gulu"

Amidst the ruins of Jade Screen Peak, the beast meat in the Five Delicacies Pot was churning. Xiao Changce half-squatted down and reached into the pot to scoop it up.

"Fang Yi?
Zhang Hengyi?

His brows were furrowed, covered in snake scales, and he asked helplessly, "What has happened now?"

Inside the Ancestral Hall, decaying spiritual light surged forth, fiercely clashing and battering against the verdant vitality.

As the Void Realm Banner of Withering and Flourishing rose, Yuan Hai's figure appeared and disappeared on the banner's surface. Fang Yi's brow, with its seemingly round yet not round, seemingly flat yet not flat, pivotal magic seal, breathed in and out magical power.

"Uncle-Master, don't be anxious. I have made some progress in the art of spiritual medicine and have mastered the art of diagnosis, which is quite profound."

With his uncle Yang Xuanyi's solid foundation, it's not impossible for him to try and break through to the True Core stage.

"Is this true?" Zhang Heng's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his powerful aura surged three times, filling the Ancestral Hall.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, his well-defined index finger extending out, and a wisp of dim yellow true fire fell, igniting the ancient and simple cauldron.

"Buzz!"

The emerald liquid in the cauldron rippled in layers.

"I obtained a scroll of the [Crimson Essence Transformation Method] from Junior Brother Bo'an. Xuan Yi has not yet formed his core; has he tempered his physical body with the method?"

"How do you know?" Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

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