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

Chapter 92 Who will win?

The value of the Soul-Nourishing Pearl is the highest among the first-grade spiritual materials. It is both a spiritual material and a spiritual medicine.

Not only can it bless the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator, but if the cultivator cultivates and refines it for ten years, it can also be transformed into a spiritual medicine to nourish the soul.

The blessing from this external object will completely become the spiritual foundation of the cultivator himself, helping the cultivator on his path of practice.

Now, the soul-nourishing orb in Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness has reached the point of complete refining.

The medicinal power of the Xuanxin Fruit was surging, and Fang Yi's magic power was surging around him. A green spiritual light was looming, and he began to nourish his soul with the power of the Xuanxin Fruit.

Matters of the spirit and soul are the foundation of cultivation, and generally only people who have established their foundation can get involved. Although Fang Yi has some opportunities now, he has also made a lot of preparations.

In the quiet room, the smoke of a first-grade, mid-grade incense that had been prepared long ago curled up and was inhaled into Fang Yi's nose as he inhaled and exhaled.

The low-grade ritual implement, the pure cushion, which one sits on, produces a calming effect that calms the mind and calms the soul.

……

Fang Yi pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the colorless and invisible spiritual power blended perfectly with the soul-nourishing pearl.

The gem slowly rotated, emitting white light, and soon turned into a ball of colorful spiritual liquid.

With the nourishment of the spiritual liquid, Fang Yi's soul continued to grow stronger, but his face remained grim.

The weight of a cultivator's soul is also of great quality.

Nowadays, external nourishment can only supplement the quantity of the soul, but it is still insufficient in quality.

In order to lay a solid foundation for the future, the soul needs to be honed, which is also the most precious part of the inheritance of the soul.

Fang Yi swallowed the remaining two Xuanxin fruits, and under the powerful medicinal effect, his soul continued to rise.

……

From the sun rising to the moon setting in the west.

In Xuanbao Garden, yellow-brown demonic power surged around Qijie, controlling the operation of the small maze formation.

Looking at the skillful movements, it was obvious that he possessed the skills of a first-grade low-grade formation master.

Qijie sensed the surging power of the soul in the quiet room, and his dark eyes were filled with worry. The soul was not something that ordinary Qi-cultivating cultivators could touch.

As the essence of the Soul-Nourishing Pearl and the medicinal power of the Mysterious Heart Fruit in his sea of ​​consciousness were completely absorbed, Fang Yi's eyes became fierce.

"Transfer the Yuanchen Spiritual Technique to me!"

A silver millstone quickly took shape in the sea of ​​consciousness. As it slowly turned, the superficial aspects of his soul were constantly being sharpened.

"hiss……"

The pain of having his soul being extracted and refined continued to come from his mind, and Fang Yi suppressed the screams from his mouth.

His face was distorted to the extreme, veins popped out all over his body, and the sweat that kept flowing out completely soaked his robe, but he did not stop the magic spell in his hand.

There is only one of these soul-nourishing gems that have been nurtured for more than ten years, and the Xuanxin Fruit is also quite rare. How can I give it up easily because of a little pain?

He was able to break out of the evil path in his previous life, so he had a ruthless heart.

"It's just the pain of extracting the soul and refining the spirit, there's no danger to life."

Fang Yi knew very well that for him, the severance of his path and the failure to condense his Nascent Soul were truly unbearable despair and pain.

……

click
click
As the silver millstone turns, the tempering of the soul comes to an end.

"call……"

He exhaled heavily.

Fang Yi Kurong's magic power was activated, and the vitality gathered. He felt as if he was in a hot spring, and his painful nerves were relieved.

The soul in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually took on a hint of jade-colored luster. Although it was not thorough, it was a change that would only occur when the soul of a person who had established his foundation was transformed.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he could easily sense the swaying shadows of the bamboos in Xuanbao Garden and the koi swimming gently in the lotus pond. Fang Yi was very satisfied with the results of his own practice.

"His spiritual awareness covers an area of ​​ten feet. This is already at the quasi-second level. Although he hasn't broken through to the foundation building stage, he has already achieved some success in the Yuanchen Spiritual Technique."

……

After his spiritual sense broke through to the quasi-second level, Fang Yi could clearly see the sneaky figure not far away from Xuanbao Garden.

Sensing the Vine-Armored Turtle Spirit Puppet that had been nurtured to the lower second grade in his own Dantian Qi Sea, a hint of murderous intent flashed through Fang Yi's mind. This Song Qinghe was so lingering.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

As murderous intent surged in the quiet room, a human figurine walked out from the darkness of the room.

The terracotta warrior was wearing bronze armor, his two silver eyes flashed with cold light, and he exuded the aura of a first-class top puppet.

Because this human puppet was refined using a complete human talent, it still retained some intelligence and could move according to Fang Yi's inner feelings.

After putting away the puppet named 'Bronze Armor', Fang Yi suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

Gu Jiushang was regarded as bait by the Tianji Master, and this Senior Brother Song Qinghe might as well be bait.

Time flies and it’s already one month later.

As Fang Yi stepped into Xuanbao Garden, he heard the voice of Qijie.

"Hmph. Hmph."

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small silver-white beast holding a jade-carved invitation card and falling in front of him.

Fang Yi comforted Qijie for a while, and then he saw the invitation opened.

"Secret photo session?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, communicating with the master-servant contract in his soul. "Qijie, who sent this invitation?"

"Hmph. Hmph."

"Ok?"

"A skinny monk is stronger than you?"

Seeing Qijie's silver-white head shaking up and down quickly, Fang Yi frowned.

Having cultivated for a long time in Yunze Market, he knew the reputation of this secret auction. The threshold for joining the secret auction was quite high, and it was said that it was often presided over by a master of foundation building, and it was a membership system.

Moreover, this secret auction usually invites high-level Qi training cultivators, but if the cultivators have reached the first-level mid-grade level or above in the art of alchemy, talismans, formations, and instruments, the secret auction will also invite them as appropriate.

"Why did you suddenly invite me today? Is it because of my display of first-class mid-grade puppetry skills?"

Fang Yi frowned even more tightly, sensing the progress of the "Heart Puppetry Technique".

"Almost done? Song Qinghe and Ji Yan are quite ruthless."

Then he took out a jade-like purple snake skeleton from the storage bag.

'So we should make more preparations.'

"But it's good, I can take this opportunity to replenish some spiritual materials for refining puppets."

This purple snake skeleton is about two meters long and three feet wide. It is the skeleton of a monster that Li Qingsong specially transferred from other markets after he was promoted to the head manager of Duobao Pavilion in Yunze Market.

Although the quality of the spirit bone was not outstanding, it was intact, with only a fist-sized dark hole on the skull. It was sold at cost price, which was only ninety low-grade spirit stones. Fang Yi had been planning to sacrifice it to refine it into a spirit puppet, but now he couldn't do that.

Half a month later.

Three hundred miles outside Yunze Market, there is a deep and ancient forest.

The stream in the forest gurgles, and the insects chirp and birds sing.

Fang Yi, wearing a black robe and a red mask, stopped in front of a mountain wall.

With a push of his magic power, the jade invitation in his hand floated in the air, and the invitation glowed and emitted waves of mysterious fluctuations.

Soon, the disguise of the mountain wall disappeared, and a bluestone path appeared. At the end of the path was a valley, from which the noisy sounds of monks could be heard.

A female cultivator wearing gauze and half-exposed shoulders walked out slowly from the mountain wall.

She bowed slightly towards Fang Yi, revealing a hint of white on her chest intentionally or unintentionally.

"My name is my childhood sweetheart. I'd like to meet this Immortal Master. Is this your first time visiting Yunze Anfang?"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, his voice was hoarse but not completely hidden.

"Miss Qingmei, this is indeed my first time participating in the Yunze Secret Auction, but isn't this a membership-based event? How come there are young people at the beginner level of Qi training here?"

Fang Yi pointed at the young cultivator in the valley, his tone revealing just the right amount of doubt.

Qingmei tied up a strand of hair from her temples, and there was a hint of charm in her tone.

"These cultivators are juniors like Brother Dao who brought their invitations here. Although these cultivators cannot participate in the secret auction, Brother Dao, if you have any juniors who are willing to participate in this secret market, they can just come here with the token."

Then Qingmei took out several jade talismans with a hint of body fragrance from her chest.

Fang Yi scanned the jade talisman with his spiritual sense, confirmed that there was no problem, and put it into the storage bag.

Qingmei led Fang Yi with graceful steps to the small building where the secret photo shoot would take place. She was quite talkative along the way.

In less than two miles, Fang Yi already knew that he had a mother who was poisoned by fire, a father who was addicted to gambling, and a sister who had just awakened her spiritual roots and was working hard for the Xuanyang Mountain entrance examination.
Fang Yi listened to the familiar words with a stiff expression, then tilted his body to avoid Qingmei's leaning towards him.

He now has limited spirit stones and cannot make any extra purchases.

Looking at Fang Yi walking into the building, Qingmei's eyes turned slightly red, and her eyes flickered, as if with a hint of reluctance.

"Master Fang, Qingmei and you are quite compatible. We hit it off right away. You can come and find me anytime in this market."

Fang Yi paused, ignoring the rather beautiful female cultivator, and continued to walk into the secret filming building.

Seeing Fang Yi's figure completely disappear, Qingmei spat lightly.

Seeing this, the tall and straight male cultivator next to him, who was only eighteen years old, leaned over and joked.

"Hey, isn't this my childhood sweetheart? Who made you angry?"

"Bah, you stingy miser! You've wasted all my efforts. And Xiao Gao, go serve your sisters well. If you keep teasing me, I'll skin you alive."

Frightened by Qingmei, Xiao Gao shrank his neck, and then ran into the arms of a strong female cultivator. He said something unknown, but in just a quarter of an hour he was taken to an inn by the female cultivator.

When Fang Yi reached the end of the stairs, what caught his eye were dozens of sandalwood chairs standing in a stairway shape.

There is a high platform in the middle of the wooden chairs, on which several pine wooden tables are placed randomly, which is quite simple.

Fang Yi didn't arrive early, and there were still more than ten monks sitting on the wooden chairs.

Some of the cultivators in the auction hall half-concealed their identities like Fang Yi, while some did not care about their identities being exposed at all, and unscrupulously displayed their high-level Qi training, or even the aura of perfect Qi training.

Fang Yi only took a quick glance and recognized several familiar faces.

The railway man from the Foundry Building in Yunzefang City, who has reached the eighth level of Qi training.
Wang Feng, the eldest son of the Wulongshan Wang family, a foundation-building family, has reached the seventh level of Qi training.
One of the foundation-building seeds of Xuanyang Mountain, Bian Zhiyi of Jinsha Peak, has reached the ninth level of Qi training.
Fang Yi found a seat in the corner and sat down.

He seemed to be thinking about something. No wonder there were rumors in Yunze Market that this secret auction was the business of the foundation-building master of Xuanyang Mountain.

Judging from the current situation, this is indeed the case and ordinary people who have established their foundation may not be able to control this secret bidding business.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi felt a familiar breath and his eyes opened slightly.

"Gu Jiushang, why is he here?"

(End of this chapter)