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

Chapter 88: Drunken Moon Banquet
'And there's more to it than that.'

The soul-nourishing orb in Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness emitted a faint white light, and with the power of this orb, his consciousness soared.

Feel the hidden breath outside the crape myrtle.

"A high-level Qi training cultivator, or an acquaintance?"

Fang Yi had already recognized that the cultivator was his senior brother who had guided him when he entered the sect.

His name is Song Qinghe. He was a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training more than ten years ago. Now, according to his Qi observation, he has broken through to the ninth level of Qi training.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

"Are you waiting for Taoist Ku to show up?"

"Although this monk of the Divine Dao had a short life, the monks he could mobilize were still so terrifying."

In the lobby of Ziweixian.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged monk in brocade robes suddenly stood up and slammed the wooden table in front of him.

"The five-colored grains cooked in your little shop are all colorful, fragrant, tasty, spiritual, and nutritious!"

"Boss, call your spiritual chef out. If the spiritual dishes he cooks are so disgusting, what's the point of running this restaurant?"

Old Mai's expression changed, and with a smile on his face, he walked to the side of the monk in brocade robes.

"Fellow Daoist, what happened to the Five Colors Valley that caused you to be so furious?"

Although Old Maitou had recovered some of his strength at this time, his face was still a little pale.

Fang Yi was asked to install puppet prostheses on the severed limbs. Although they were not as good as before, at least they could move independently.

The burly man in brocade robe slammed the sandalwood table in front of him. Seeing that all the diners in the hall were looking back, he raised his rough voice.

"Fellow Daoists, please take a look."

"This Five-Colored Valley is a mid-grade, first-grade spiritual delicacy. Its efficacy is at least comparable to a mid-grade, first-grade spiritual pill. But why is it that after consuming half a plate, there's no effect at all?"

"Shopkeeper Mai, are you cutting corners on this Ziweixian, or are you passing off inferior products as good ones?"

Old Man Mai explained.

"My fellow Daoist, this Five Colors Valley is inherently mild in nature. It will take at least half an hour to see the initial effects. There is no need to be impatient."

"Oh! Shopkeeper Mai, I think you've lost your mind. You said half an hour, and that's half an hour. I have something important to leave now. If there's no effect after half an hour, can I ask Shopkeeper Mai to return the spirit stones?"

Old Mai's face changed, knowing that this monk was here to cause trouble.

"Don't go too far, fellow Daoist."

"Too much? It's Ziweixian, don't go too far!"

Gu Jiushang stepped out of the kitchen, frowned, and interrupted the argument between the two.

"Enough! What are you doing here, fellow Daoist?"

"I have no other intentions. I just opened the door to serve you all. Are you not going to let me wait for the customers to speak?"

"Could it be that fellow Daoist still wants to make a move?"

The middle-aged man in brocade robe was not afraid of Gu Jiushang's eighth-level Qi training cultivation. He released his aura and was also a cultivator of the eighth-level Qi training.

He glanced outside Ziweixian and wondered which important figure Gu Jiushang had offended. The monks from the Yunzefang Law Enforcement Hall were waiting outside Ziweixian, as if waiting for Gu Jiushang to take action.

"Senior Brother Gu!"

Old Maitou exclaimed softly, then reached out and grabbed Gu Jiushang to remind him.

"Brother, don't forget what happened a few times before. The cultivators from the Yunzefang Law Enforcement Team outside Ziweixian must have been waiting for a long time."

Gu Jiushang's expression was uncertain for a moment.

He recalled the cave and spiritual veins that had been taken back by the Xuanyang Sect's Examination Hall, as well as the annual salary that had been returned. For the first time, he deeply realized the changes in his situation. He was no longer the original foundation-building seed.

"call"

Gu Jiushang clenched his fists and exhaled heavily.

A golden light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he suppressed his anger and slowly retracted his aura.

Fang Yi felt calm in his heart, his consciousness hovering in the lobby of Ziweixian, silently observing the dispute between several cultivators.

'Another high-level Qi training cultivator.'

He had already realized that something was wrong. Gu Jiushang, even in the time of complete victory, was only a foundation-building seed, not even the most outstanding one.

Given its weight, it is not worth it for several high-level Qi training monks and the law enforcement hall monks of Yunzefang to join forces to target it.

If you have this ability, you can just capture Gu Jiushang alive and torture him. Why go to so much trouble?

"Is this targeting of Gu Jiushang a cultivator trying to take advantage of his misfortune, or is it to lure out the withered Taoist priest in order to solve the matter of the semi-demon cultivator from Nanli Kingdom?"

Fang Yi denied some of his thoughts.

"The reason for pursuing me so relentlessly is not just because of the matter of the half-demon cultivator from Nanli Nation."

Now, the part of "Plum Blossom Yishu" that has been completed by chance obtained from Wei Guan has become a second-level mid-grade inheritance of the Way of Heaven's Secrets.

Fang Yi has been practicing this inherited art for half a year. His aptitude in divination is not as good as his talent in puppetry, but he also has average talent, which is far stronger than his talent in formation.

Although he has not yet broken through the first level in the practice of the art of divination, he has a high understanding of the art of divination.

Fang Yi was a little confused.

"What else did that astrologer spy on?"

Seeing Gu Jiushang finally returned the spirit stone with humiliation on his face.

Fang Yi sensed the golden mark left by the "Heart Puppet Technique" in his soul. The mark glowed, and Gu Jiushang's vigilance against the secret technique of human puppetry decreased by three points.

"That Tianji Master is quite helpful. The transformation of the human puppet has already progressed to 10%. I'm afraid it won't take ten years for me to have a second-level human puppet."

Fang Yi was not planning to get involved in the Ziweixian matter.

He didn't want to reveal his true identity to a second-level Tianji Master who was hostile to him. That would be too stupid.

As for Gu Jiushang, this pressure just made him voluntarily practice the art of human puppetry. The more ruthless the Tianji Master attacked, the more beneficial it would be to himself.

Aside from life and death, nothing serious will happen. Once he's completely transformed into his own human puppet, the road to immortality will be long and arduous. Three days later.

Fang Yi looked at the invitation card in his hand, which was carved from jade and inlaid with several spirit shells. This invitation card was sent by an acquaintance of his.

Ji Yan of Zuiyue Tower practiced the "Pure Yang Boy Method" and hid his skills by disguising himself as a servant.

The tone of the invitation was sincere, inviting me to a gathering at Zuiyue Tower.

"Are you here for Brother Gu again?"

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, and then activated his magic power, allowing himself to emit the aura of practicing the second-level wood-attributed technique.

Since this Tianji Master has plans for him, Fang Yi is not going to sit and wait for death.

"I want to see how much experience this Tianji Master has under his command."

evening.

Zuiyue Tower in Yunzefang.

Fang Yi walked into Box No. 9, Building A, via a long ladder made of spiritual pine wood.

There was a curl of spiritual smoke in the box, which was a bronze lotus censer with several incense sticks burning to nourish the soul.

The monk in a red robe did not hide his cultivation level.

A faint pure yang fire energy surrounded his body, as if he wanted to intimidate the cultivators who entered the box.

Fang Yi subconsciously considered his chances of winning if he fought with Ji Yan.

"He's at the ninth level of Qi training, and judging by the aura emanating from his body, his magical power is pure, likely a second-level fire-attributed technique, coupled with the Pure Yang Boy Technique he's been practicing for decades."

'A very difficult monk.'

Fang Yi knew that these cultivators from major sects who had practiced almost to the ninth level of Qi training, although their skills, instruments, and foundation were somewhat inferior to his own, were, after all, one level higher than his.

If he were to fight Yan Ji with his own trump card, the chances of winning or losing would be fifty-fifty. Even if he used the Red Tiger Spirit Puppet that had been nurtured to the lower second level, he would not be able to kill him.

The world of immortal cultivation is vast and boundless, with countless magical skills and strange methods. Fang Yi does not underestimate any cultivator.

What's more, the Xuanyang Sect's territory is very evil, and several copies of the magical skills and evil methods of the ten ancient sects have appeared in the world.

It is quite normal for a foundation-building seed who has cultivated to the ninth level of Qi training to have some trump cards that have reached the quasi-second level.

In the box, Fang Yi's face showed just the right amount of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Jiji? Are you at the ninth level of Qi training?"

Ji Yan nodded slightly, very satisfied with Fang Yi's astonished look.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please take a seat."

"Because of the uniqueness of my technique, the other Daoist Fellow had to hide something from me. I'm grateful for your care in Zuiyue Tower."

Fang Yi sat down, took the spiritual tea handed to him by Ji Yan, and did not drink it.
Although he has a strong resistance to poison due to the "Life and Death Sutra" he practiced, he still needs to be cautious as what will happen next is unknown.

"Why did Brother Ji invite me here this time?"

Ji Yan's tone sank.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are in imminent danger and you don't even realize it? I came here to save you from danger."

"Oh?"

Fang Yi had a puzzled look on his face as he continued to inquire about the news.

"I've been living in Yunze Market for years, relying on my spiritual butchering skills to make a living. How could there be any danger?"

Ji Yan straightened his clothes and looked serious.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, do you know where I come from?"

"Brother Ji Dao has extraordinary cultivation, and he is practicing in the Zuiyue Tower in Yunze Market. He must be a cultivator from my Xuanyang Sect."

Yan Ji's tone was filled with a hint of complacency.

"Junior Brother Fang has a keen eye. I am a disciple of the Nine Yang Peak of Xuanyang Mountain, and my master is Master Chi Yan."

Fang Yi bowed with a look of longing on his face, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

"Nine Sun Peak is not considered outstanding in the Xuan Yang Sect. It only has one Foundation Establishment Master, and he is only at the lower level of Dao Foundation. The status of Tianji Master should be higher than that of Master Chi Yan, otherwise he would not be able to order this Senior Brother Ji Yan around."

There was a hint of envy in Fang Yi's tone.

"Nine Sun Peak?"

"Senior Brother Ji is actually Master Chi Yan's disciple. How disrespectful!"

He then changed the subject and showed off some of his own connections.

"Junior brother, I am also familiar with Senior Sister Yang from Bingpo Peak. Next time you go to Bingpo Peak, you can go visit Senior Brother Ji Yan together."

Ji Yan was shocked when he heard this.

Bingpo Peak is different from Jiuyang Peak in that it only has one foundation-building cultivator. Its peak master, Master Han Jing, is a cultivator who has forged a mid-level Taoist foundation, and he has the support of True Man Jiuhan, so his background is unfathomable.

Although he is a foundation-building seed, he is not willing to offend Master Han Jing's disciples.

"Fang Yi has such a backer?"

If this is true, then you need to change your thinking.

Ji Yan asked tentatively.

"I have met Junior Sister Yang Cai'er from Bingpo Peak several times. I wonder how Fellow Daoist Fang got to know her so well."

Fang Yi took out a jade plaque with the word "Yang" engraved on it from his storage bag and smiled slightly.

"Junior Brother and Senior Sister Yang have known each other since childhood and entered Xuanyang Mountain together, so we have been in contact with each other for a while now."

When Ji Yan saw the cold jade token, his pupils shrank and his face became more enthusiastic.

"Brother, you are too careless. But even with Junior Sister Yang looking after you, Junior Brother Fang still needs to be careful about this matter!"

Fang Yi straightened his back.

"Brother Ji, please speak frankly. Why be so tactful?"

(End of this chapter)