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

Chapter 938 The Cardinal's Spirit-Suppressing Dojo, the Spiritual Aperture Emerges from the Cold Marrow
In the quiet room, Fang Yi, draped in a blue cloud robe, with his eyes slightly closed, seemed to be half asleep and half awake, refining the final Winter Rhyme Treasure Pill.

The cold jade marrow core, harmonized by Xu Qingshe in the elixir, was activated, and the winter dormancy of all things began to flow.

Like the vast earth turning into frozen soil, ancient trees lie silent, and mythical beasts hide.
Until the banner of life and death in the ruins stood tall, the delicate human skin banner moved without wind, and the cycle of life and death, life and death, was in motion.

A thin, yet exceptionally tenacious life force sprouted like a seed from the dead, frozen earth.

【Spring Birth】

[Long Summer]

【autumn harvest】

[Winter Hibernation]

The scenery of the changing seasons begins to evolve.
The shadow of the great cedar tree stands tall, its rough, withered bark yellow, while the gnarled roots are entwined with the verdant, vibrant vines of the Xuan Tian Ling.

The branches turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to green again, evolving the changing scenery of the four seasons through the cycle of withering and flourishing.

The azure and yellow Daoist energy rose from the treetops, transforming into a misty sea of ​​fog, which eventually poured down.

"Buzz!"

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, and gray impurities continuously seeped out of his pores, only to be immediately washed away by the swirling vitality.

Until his skin glowed with a faint jade-like light, the blood marrow bead, only the size of a thumb, remained in his palm and transformed into a streak of crimson light, which he then swallowed.

"sing"

His entire body trembled, and the silver phoenix pattern spread from his marrow, accompanied by the resounding and long sounds of phoenix cries and tiger roars.

"Buzz!"

"The path of body refinement is at the fifth level of Core Formation, just one step away from the sixth level." Fang Yi's long fingers made a grasping motion, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Feeling the magical power flowing like a great river through his eight extraordinary meridians, he couldn't contain his joy.

"After cultivating for over two hundred years in this life, I am finally approaching the peak of my previous life."

"Edict!"

He formed the Ghost Axe Seal with his hand, and a pivotal hand seal between his eyebrows, neither round nor flat, rotated like a gray gear.

"Buzz!"

A puppet-like figure with horns on its head and clad in white bone armor emerged from the haze.

"The Secret Legend of Ghost Ax: Xiao Ji Shu Seal!"

The gray mark between his eyebrows leaped up and fell into the Abyss Sea Puppet Body. Fang Yi felt the magical power in his dantian flowing like a great river, continuously flowing away.

"Boom! Boom..."

Water splashed up from Yuan Hai's feet, and upon closer inspection, gray gears resembling insects could be seen turning endlessly within the splashes.

"Splash!"

As the water splashed, the hidden puppeteer bloodline within the Abyss Puppet was activated, and one after another, illusory puppet figures appeared.
"Snap! Snap!"

The mechanical seal rotated incessantly, and a gray mechanical vine grew from the waves, its slender branches gleaming with a metallic luster, climbing up the stone wall.

Three phantom images of armored spirit snakes followed closely behind, coiling into a snake formation amidst the waves on the soles of the beast-hide boots of the Abyss Sea, intertwined with each other.

Twelve colossal pillars rose from the ground to suppress the foundation, and the rudimentary form of a mechanical martial arts arena was gradually completed.
"Buzz!"

A brilliant gray-gold light shone forth, and the Daoist essence hidden deep within the Abyss Sea Bloodline was activated by the power of withering and flourishing magic and the secret teachings of the Ghostly Axe.
"Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Dojo!"

Fang Yi murmured softly, feeling the puppet's magical power and divine sense merge into one. A surge of energy rose and fell, constantly vibrating and tearing apart the Azure Lotus Banner, transforming it into a magical barrier.
"With the help of the Cardinal Seal and the secret techniques of the demonic arts, a complete Daoist temple can actually be created."

In the heart of the ancient city, cultivators were densely packed, shoulder to shoulder.

The Jade Palace, surrounded by a piercing flying sword, a white jade ruyi, and a third-tier bamboo talisman, was dazzlingly surrounded by layers of gilded light.

"who!"

Hu Yuzhao suddenly stood up, his face wary.

"Which great master has arrived in the ancient city?"

His robes fluttered wildly, his eyes gleamed with intense light, and an immense pressure surged forth like Mount Tai crushing an egg, causing the bronze cauldron, screen, and altar in the room to tremble continuously.
With a flick of his fingertips, a Pixiu treasure basin appeared in his sleeve, absorbing energy from all directions.

"Edict!"

The rim of the treasure basin is slightly open, and it is inlaid inside and out with ingots, coins, silver coins, and jadeite, making it look precious and luxurious.

"Roar!"

The majestic, azure-armored Pixiu roared, and numerous magnificent treasures gushed forth like a waterfall, stretching for hundreds of miles and covering the entire ancient city of Huitong.
"What happened?"

Inside the Crimson Pavilion, where maple trees formed a forest, two exclamations of astonishment rang out.

Yang Xu, naked from the waist up in the spiritual spring, had black fire patterns spreading across his muscles, and black breath ice flames transformed into a spirit dragon that circled around him.

He gazed at the magnificent palace, his eyes filled with almost palpable apprehension. "Yu Zhao has always been known for his peaceful and amicable nature; what could have possibly provoked him to such a violent reaction?"

Beneath the fiery red maple tree, Luo Yuzhou lowered his head, playing with a maple leaf, sensing Yang Xu's icy aura within the maple spirit.

He suddenly looked up, his brows furrowed, feeling the magnificent light that stretched for miles.

"Who provoked Yu Zhao to take action?"

In a corner of Huitong Ancient City, a dilapidated courtyard built with thatched roofs offers only a faint glimmer of light to barely block out the increasingly chilly atmosphere.

"Um?!
"My Dao heart warns: What kind of old monster has arrived in the city this time?!"

A hazy figure appeared, and even a Core Formation cultivator's divine sense swept over it, yet the figure remained unnoticed despite being so close.

"This is?"

The Shadow Master was tall and slender, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, with the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf, his eyes a deep green.

He multiplied one into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight into sixteen.
In an instant, thirty-two figures moved through the ancient city like ghosts, searching for the unsettling energy in his heart.

"Disappeared?"

Three breaths later.

Thirty-two ghostly figures merged into one. Ji Ying frowned and murmured, "Disappeared?"

My practice of the "Mysterious Heart Capturing Shadows Method" can alert me to at least a Great True Person at the ninth level of Core Formation who is currently in the process of perfecting their Dao.

Even the nascent soul seed of the condensation field.

He took out a rough stone mirror from his sleeve, and with a flick of his five fingers, ripples of ancient and precious light appeared, and the mirror surface gradually became clear.

From the Crimson Pavilion, the Hundred Herbs Garden, the Primordial Void Mansion, the Golden Cicada Cave, the Sharpening Gold Tower, all the way to the Evergreen Mansion, the aura gradually emerged from beneath layers of magical restrictions.

"Not a True Person from the Six Palaces?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his brows drooping, and sighed, "With the Great Cold Wave rising, Nascent Soul True Monarchs are restraining each other, and countless demons and monsters are surging into the vast icy plains."

As the Grand Master of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, Master Jiying naturally knew how many outstanding individuals in the vast Great Yu Dynasty were striving for further advancement.

They didn't show themselves in the past because they were wary of a Nascent Soul True Monarch taking action. The difference between a True Person and a True Monarch is like heaven and earth.

A Nascent Soul True Monarch has perfected his Dao foundation, connecting with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. A casual strike from him is ten times more powerful than a Core Formation True Person.
What good is it if someone becomes a prominent figure after achieving the Core Formation stage?

It was merely the power of a single strike from a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
Fifteen minutes later.

The magnificent light swirled into the jade palace, and Hu Yuzhao stroked the Pixiu treasure basin.

"Hidden?"

"Heh, a great cold wave is about to begin. I'd like to see how long this fellow Daoist can hide."

Changqing Mansion, Quiet Room.

The Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Dojo has long since dispersed, and the Abyss Sea Puppet has also been put away.

Looking at the receding, magnificent light, Fang Yi felt weak in the knees. He leaned on the jade pole of the withered and flourishing banner, his dantian empty, with only 30% of his magical power remaining.

"Yuan Hai has not yet reached the quasi-fourth rank. I used the Ghost Axe Secret Technique to activate the Puppeteer Bloodline Refining Ground, consuming ten times the amount of mana."
If it weren't for the fact that the Four-Nine Mysterious Technique had already been cultivated to the fifth level of Core Formation, and that the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing was the most foundational among legendary cultivation techniques, then...
I may not be able to fully evolve the [Cardinal's Spirit Restoration Dojo].

The six-pointed plum blossom illusion in his eyes dissipated, and he gazed at the fleeting, hazy aura, murmuring softly.

"My previous intuition was correct; there is a Grand Master within the Huitong Mall who is proficient in stealth and assassination."
Even with the aid of magical treasures, that cultivator was able to deceive me before, and his troublesome nature is no less than that of top-tier old monsters like Yu Zhao, Qing Sui, and Bai Chan.”

"Hey, it seems the news about the big cold wave was true."

The spiritual veins of the vast icy plains have been upgraded and opened, attracting countless heroes and warriors.

Fang Yi's lips curled up in a smile, and he said expectantly, "Now, the Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Dojo can only be used as a trump card."
But once the Frost Marrow Jade Heart is obtained, it will be a different story if the Green Snake refines another batch of Winter Essence Elixir.

He gazed intently at Ziyuan Garden, as if staring at a predator caught in a net. "Fellow Daoist Ao Peng, the spirit stones for the Grand Trade Fair depend on you. Don't let me down."

Outside the quiet room.

The adorable little silver-white beast curled up in a ball, munching on a sea buckthorn berry. Suddenly, it was startled in its dark eyes and shivered.

"Which unlucky fellow has caught Fang Laoguai's eye this time?" Qi Jie muttered to himself as he glanced at the heavy door and continued to enjoy his sweet sea buckthorn berries.

……

North of Huitong Ancient City, 1,700 li of frozen land lies Huojin Lake, its surface frozen solid, with wisps of icy energy rising and forming the shape of a black tortoise.

"You're here?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Old Man Zheng unleashed a black spiritual veil that spread from his sleeve, transforming into a hazy gray light that concealed his imposing figure.

“嘿
Using the Ice Soul Seed as bait, what Fang Yi truly desires is the Frost Marrow Jade Heart.

"It seems the Ao family hired the three of us, so there's nothing of value left in their secret vault."

Fifteen minutes later.

A swift wind and a dazzling light rushed in from the horizon, and soft white clouds rose up, lifting the treasure ship.

"disease!"

Shen Che stepped onto the flying boat, patted the magic sword at his waist, and a heavy sword light slashed down.

"Boom!"

The surface of Huojin Lake trembled, a thin film-like barrier ruptured, and dark cracks spread across the ice like a spider web, while a white, chilling aura shot into the sky like a fountain.

"It truly is the Daoist essence of Ice Soul Child!"

On the flying boat, a young girl with flowing black hair, like green branches after rain, waved her delicate hand, and three golden needles shot out, piercing through the ice and embedding themselves in the frozen soil at the bottom of the Fire Gold Lake.
"Splash!"

Xie Qingtang wore a lotus-colored robe, her eyes were smoky and her waist was slender. Her black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. Her long sleeves, which looked like they were made of black gold, swept across her face and three chains were drawn into her palm.

"Senior Brother Che"

"Junior sister, I'm here to help you!" Shen Che's eyes were as black as lacquer, his head was adorned with a purple bamboo crown, and his black and white robes rustled loudly.

He was full of vigor and sensed the spiritual apertures deep within the frozen earth, surrounded by cold air.

"go with!"

Three Frost Spirit Stones flew out from his sleeve and sank into his spiritual aperture. A crystal-clear pearl could be vaguely seen swallowing the precious material, radiating an aura of absolute freezing and complete perfection.

"Ice Soul Seed!"

Shen Che's body tensed, his expression resolute. He clenched his long, slender fingers into a fist and pounded his chest, his essence and blood turning into a red mist that sprayed out.

"Buzz!"

The sword's edge, tinged with crimson, transformed into a net that encircled the spiritual cave within a hundred feet in radius.

His sharp eyebrows framed his face as he looked at Xie Qingtang with affection.

"Obtaining the Ice Soul Seed will repair Qing Tang's foundation, freeing her from the daily torment of being consumed by the Crimson Fire."

"It's time to make a move." Ten miles away, Old Monster Zheng sneered repeatedly, crushing a jade talisman in his sleeve.

"Roar!"

A ferocious ghost claw, surrounded by frost, emerged from the spiritual cave.

"The Ice Demon King?!"

"Oops!"

"boom!"

The next day.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars twinkled in the night. A scarlet streak of light shot down from the horizon.

Xie Qingtang's face was deathly pale, crimson blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her lotus-root robe was torn, the skin on her slender swan neck was turned inside out, and the deep, cold ghost claws kept colliding with the magic power.
"Brother Che, please strike, Senior Brother!"

Only by asking the Master Brother can we rescue Chege'er from the Ghost King."

The Ice Demon King trapped Shen Che in the spiritual aperture, her eyes were glazed and filled with tears. Enduring the sharp pain in her neck, she staggered into Changqing Mansion.

"Master, Brother Che, come forth!"

In Ziyuan Courtyard, a high-hanging mirror reflects Xie Qingtang's staggering figure.

"To trap Shen Che and force Xie Qingtang to beg Fang Yi in front of everyone?"

Ao Peng held a communication talisman surrounded by ghostly energy, lost in thought.

"Zheng Kui is indeed a seasoned cultivator with years of experience."

The Core Formation cultivator pleaded tearfully, saying that the pressure was more than double that of Shen Che and Xie Qingtang, who were trapped and only able to call for help with communication talismans.

"Fang Yi, your death is near!"

The purple flames of the palace lantern blazed brightly, their delicate flames blooming like lotus flowers.

"Has it begun?" Inside the Crimson Pavilion, maple branches swayed, flickering like spirit fire.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Luo Yuzhou, dressed in hemp clothing, murmured softly:
"Hey, let's clean up this troublesome Fang Yi before the cold wave hits, lest Junior Brother Yang Xu's chance to seize the opportunity is thwarted."

In Changqing Mansion, the green bamboo stands tall and straight, and the leaves rustle in the breeze.

Looking at the girl who had fallen in the bamboo forest and the glaring scarlet on his robe, Fang Yi frowned slightly.

"His foundation was damaged, and his primordial yang energy was severed. With the Crimson Yin watching over him, how could Xie Qingtang have suffered such a tragic fate?"

Sensing the hidden spying from within the Purple Origin Academy, Fang Yi's dark eyes grew cold as he pointed with his slender fingers.

"Imperial Decree: Nourish Qi with Five Lotuses!"

"Imperial Decree: The Mysterious Fungus Gives Birth to Spirits!"

The banners of decay and prosperity fluttered in the Void Realm, and a six-armed demon god, wearing a crown of creation and a robe of Yi Wood, was formed.

The demon god waved his six arms, holding a five-colored lotus flower in his hands, his face showing compassion.

The five-colored lotus fell into the green crabapple tree, healing the body, while the white jade mushroom nourished the soul.

"Hey~"

With her body and soul nourished and her injuries stabilized, Xie Qingtang's eyelashes trembled, as if she were about to awaken from her coma.

"Certainly!"

Fang Yi placed his long index finger on the girl's brow and murmured to himself, "People should be responsible for themselves."

As the sect leader, I gave you two the opportunity to choose, but unfortunately, you and Shen Che were too eager for quick success and instant benefits.”

"After all, whether you two leave the ancient city or not, as long as I remain unmoved, Ao Peng will inevitably escalate the situation."
Go and beg Luo Yuzhou to exchange for the Cold Marrow Jade Heart.”

He turned his gaze to Qin Yu and Li Heng, who were hurrying away.

"Yu'er has sealed off Changqing Manor and is preparing spiritual medicines. Your master must save Junior Sister Qingtang."

"I will obey the Master's decree."

Qin Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, stood tall and elegant, and bowed in response.

One day.
Two days
Three days
In the Ziyuan Courtyard, Ao Peng's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water. He gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Xun, is the information correct?"

Ao Xun was surrounded by decay, draped in a plain white robe, his age spots now more pronounced. "Qin Yu is collecting medicinal herbs, and Fang Yi is refining them in the furnace."

"It seems they are unaware that Shen Che is trapped."

Damn it!

Ao Peng's face changed from pale to ashen. Finally, he hardened his heart, put on the invisibility cloak, and fled towards the Crimson Pill Pavilion.

Now that things have come to this, it's no longer a matter for him to back down so easily.

Have you made up your mind?

At Changqing Mansion, in front of the Yuan Yu Furnace, Fang Yi smiled slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

“Collecting this Cold Marrow Jade Heart is not easy; we still need to rely on the resources of the Fire Worship Cult.”

(End of this chapter)