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

Chapter 94: The Long Journey to Immortality Must Be Rewarded

Not far from Fang Yi, a red-haired monk and a green-robed monk stood under an umbrella-shaped magical weapon.

The Luo umbrella magic weapon with a white background and a black surface slowly rotated, and ghostly rays of light hung from the brim of the umbrella, hiding the aura of the two people.

Ji Yan looked at the whip marks under Song Qinghe's long sleeves with a strange expression.

"What a waste of time, but this Youluo Umbrella is a good thing. With the help of this treasure, even the spiritual sense of the ninth-level Qi training cultivator will not be able to detect us."

"Junior Brother Song told you long ago, how could a puppet master at the sixth level of Qi training possibly kill a half-demon cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training?"

Song Qinghe noticed Ji Yan's gaze, subconsciously put his left hand into his sleeve, frowned and spoke.

"Brother Ji, this depends on the outcome. In this life-or-death crisis, Fang Yi will naturally use every possible means if he still wants to survive."

"What if Fang Yi dies?"

"If he's dead, then he's dead. Senior Brother Yan even took out a portion of the foundation-building spiritual object, the Great Life Pearl, to plot against Taoist Ku. What's the point of Fang Yi's rotten life?"

"He's just a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training. If he hadn't come to this secret auction, I would have been ready to take action in Yunze Market!"

Ji Yan secretly spat in his heart. This Junior Brother Song was like a tamed dog. Even though he was treated so harshly by Yan Youtai, he was still so loyal.

Then he laughed at himself, thinking that he had done the same thing for the opportunity promised by Yan Youtai.

……

In the quiet ancient forest.

The fight between Fang Yi and Zhao Laosan became more and more intense.

As the red flying sword continued to chop, the cloud shield became thinner and thinner, and it would probably not last long.

Seeing this, the despair on Fang Yi's face became more intense.

His eyes turned fierce, and he took out a purple snake-shaped puppet from his storage bag. The puppet was about two meters long and as white as jade. Then he pounded his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the puppet.

"Click"

"Click"

With the stimulation of Fang Yi's blood, essence and magic power, the purple snake puppet began to crawl in the ancient forest.

puff
Several poisonous needles spewed out from the mouth of the purple-glowing snake, but were blocked by a shield-shaped magic weapon raised by Zhao Laosan.

"This fellow Daoist has exhausted all his methods? Now it depends on my methods, Zhao Laosan!"

……

"Ok?"

Song Qinghe cried out in surprise under the Youluo umbrella, and then murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Magical power surged around him, and a golden talisman emitting quasi-second-level pressure appeared in his hand, as if he was ready to attack the other party.

"A first-grade, top-grade puppet? Senior Brother Ji is ready to take action!!"

"Did Song Qinghe really see the problem? This Fang Yi is actually the Taoist withered one, and he has reached the ninth level of Qi training?"

Ji Yan was also shocked when he heard this, and remembered the fighting power of the withered Taoist priest mentioned by Song Qinghe. His magic power surged, and a red gem appeared in front of him.

There was a red spiritual fire dancing in the orb. This was Ji Yan's magic weapon, a mid-grade magic weapon of the Six Paths of Forbidden Law, the Earth Rock Pure Fire Orb.

The red light gathered in the pure fire bead of the earth and rock, and under the infusion of Ji Yan's magic power, it was about to launch a full-strength attack.

"Ok?"

Seeing that the snake-shaped puppet, under Fang Yi's control, blocked the attack of the flying sword magic weapon, but also left a three-foot-long gap on itself, Ji Yan's heart skipped a beat.

'wrong! ’

"A first-grade, top-grade puppet shouldn't be this fragile."

A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, as if he was performing some kind of pupil technique to investigate the specific situation of the puppet.

After three breaths, the magic power in his body subsided and his expression became a little weird.

"Junior Brother Song, that's not a first-grade, top-grade puppet."

"This is a top-quality first-grade mid-level puppet. It should be a defective product left behind after a failed attempt to refine a first-grade top-grade puppet."

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghe stopped the magic power surging in his hands, and the golden light of the half-activated quasi-second-level talisman slowly dissipated.

This talisman was given by Yan Youtai to deal with the withered Taoist priest. He would never dare to use it on other cultivators in private.

After carefully confirming the purple puppet controlled by Fang Yi, Song Qinghe nodded.

"Brother Ji is right. It is indeed not a first-grade, top-grade puppet. It should be the spirit skeleton that the owner of Duobao Pavilion in Yunzefang mobilized some time ago."

"It's normal for a mid-level puppeteer who practices a second-level wood-attributed technique to have such an opportunity."

Song Qinghe had basically ruled out Fang Yi's suspicion in his mind, but when he looked at the cloud-like mid-grade defensive magic weapon, greed appeared in his dark eyes.

……

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

As the earth-splitting hoe and the needle-shaped magic weapon continued to collide.

Fang Yi's face became paler and paler, with blood trickling from his mouth. He looked as if his vitality was severely damaged and his magic power was about to be exhausted.

"There's definitely something wrong with this invitation to the secret photo shoot."

"Such a thief's heart is not dead. Two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi training, Song Qinghe is acting cautiously."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and his quasi-second-level spiritual sense sensed two faint auras not far away from him.

Seeing that there was no strong fluctuation of magic power and spiritual consciousness from Song Qinghe, Fang Yi knew that his goal had been achieved.

But he did not give up communicating with the coffin in his sleeve that contained a top-level puppet. Seeing that the time had come, Fang Yi Ku Rong urged his magic power, and the vitality radiating from his body dropped again.

"boom!"

The head of the purple-glowing snake puppet exploded, and a thin purple needle flashed by.

Then he made hand gestures, and the vitality of his left hand was condensed and transformed into a rotten branch of an ancient tree. As his energy and blood surged, a strand of white hair appeared on his forehead, pretending that his lifespan was fading.

"call out!"

A gray finger-light shot out from his hand. The finger-light carried a hint of decay and moved forward along with the faint purple light.

With a crisp sound, Zhao Laosan's shield magic weapon hit and made a small hole as wide as a thumb.

He was unable to dodge and was injured by the purple needle, followed by a gray finger light.

"Pfft!"

Hit by Fang Yi's wood-based secret technique, half of Zhao Laosan's body gradually withered. Then, a purple light appeared, and his magic power became somewhat unstable.

"Poisonous?! Shameless little thief."

Fang Yi smiled slightly and continued to control the puppet to fight with it. The grade of this specially selected first-grade medium-quality poison was just right.

……

Under the Youluo umbrella, Song Qinghe nodded slightly, and his frown finally relaxed.

"The Wood Element Life-threatening Secret Technique, the Sky-Withered Finger? And with such power, he must be a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training."

Song Qinghe knew that with the top-grade magic weapon, the Youluo Umbrella, he could block out his aura. Even if Fang Yi was really the Taoist Ku, he was only at the ninth level of Qi training and would definitely not be able to detect his own aura.

Moreover, under the suppression of Zhao Laosan, Fang Yi consumed the most precious lifespan of a cultivator and performed several times the secret art of wood, the Tianku Finger.

The second-level wood-attributed skills, the mid-grade puppet master, and the failure of refining a top-grade puppet, all the information flashed through Song Qinghe's mind one by one.

"According to Senior Brother Yan's calculations, the Taoist withered has extraordinary magical powers and secret techniques. He is definitely not a cultivator of this level. Therefore, we can focus our energy on the several foundation-building seeds in the sect."

Ji Yan watched Fang Yi, who wasted his life force to drag Zhao Lao San to death due to the poison of the purple needle. He silently put away the gem in his hand and said a word of praise.

"Although this Zhao Lao San is just a casual cultivator, he has reached the eighth level of Qi training after all. Fang Yi was able to defeat him, which shows that his fighting talent is quite outstanding."

"Humph!"

Song Qinghe was eager to make a contribution, but when he thought about the useless work he had done and his status in Yan Youtai's heart, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"But it was only achieved by wasting his lifespan and self-destructing his puppet body. Fang Yi originally had a 30% chance of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, but now he has used several wood-based secret techniques, such as the Sky-Withered Finger, which has consumed several years of his lifespan. The probability of him advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage is probably less than 1%."

Ji Yan watched Fang Yi clean up the battlefield and did not argue with Song Qinghe.

He cast a spell and used the magic weapon Youluo Umbrella to hide his own aura, then left quietly.

Seeing Ji Yan leaving, Song Qinghe did not stop him. Instead, he used his magic power and a fan-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand, with greed surging in his heart.

"It's good that Ji Yan has left. This time, including the anonymous invitation to the secret auction, I paid a lot of price. Although I haven't found the Taoist withered yet, this mid-grade defensive magic weapon is still a big gain and can make up for the loss."

Song Qinghe urged the fan-shaped magic weapon, and wisps of wind-attributed spiritual power wrapped around it, and it seemed that it was about to take action.

"Hmm? A cultivator of high-level Qi training?"

Song Qinghe sensed a familiar breath coming from the direction of Yunze Market.

'Xu Qingshe, the first-class alchemist of Dan Pavilion. A cultivator who initiated the sect at the same time as Fang Yi.'

"It's really troublesome!"

Now there is another high-level Qi training cultivator, who is also an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain and has the support of a foundation-building master.

Song Qinghe had no confidence in winning. He looked at Fang Yi with hatred, but ultimately left unwillingly.

Fang Yi felt that another breath of air that was secretly watching him was leaving, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

His practice of "The Sutra of Life and Death" made him extremely sensitive to qi, and his spiritual consciousness had reached the quasi-second level. Adding the two together, all the little movements of Song Qinghe and Ji Yan were sensed by him.

The red light descended, and after Xu Qingshe walked out of it, he was shocked to see Fang Yi's pale face and the mess on the ground.

"How could a Qigong cultivator be able to injure Fellow Daoist Fang so badly?"

Then the magic power around him surged, and a furnace-shaped magic weapon was raised.

Xu Qingshe handed a bottle of pills to Fang Yi and then asked.

"Fang Daoyou, who attacked us?"

Fang Yi looked at Xu Qingshe's concerned eyes and felt warm in his heart, but he did not take the pill he handed over.

This Xu Qingshe was the 'open card' that he specially invited. Fang Yi knew that as long as he did not reveal his identity as Master Ku, a high-level Qi training and top-grade alchemist would be enough to intimidate Song Qinghe.

Thinking of the murderous intent and greed that flashed across Song Qinghe's face at the end, Fang Yi's eyes turned cold, and then he silently imprinted Song Qinghe's breath into the tracking order.

The road to immortality is long and there is still a lot of time to go.

Fang Yi straightened his clothes and bowed seriously.

"You are such a scoundrel! I'm sorry to trouble Senior Brother Xu to make this trip."

"It's just a small matter. I can't help much."

Xu Qingshe waved his hand, smiled brightly, and did not take credit for it.

Although Xu Qingshe said she didn't care, Fang Yi was aware of the danger. Although his own trump card could protect the two of them, he was ultimately here to help himself.

Fang Yi took this favor into consideration and spoke after a moment's thought.

"Brother Xu, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)