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

Chapter 940 A Great Sect's Restraint, A Battle of Wits and Ambushes

The palace was a twelve-story building, shrouded in mist and clouds, with rays of light occasionally shining through the window gaps.

"Click~"

The wooden window carved with coin patterns was pushed open, and Hu Yuzhao lowered his eyes, looking down at the black, cold flame in the Chidan Pavilion.

He wasn't fully activating his fire intent, yet he could still sense a threat.

"This precious flame's energy seems ambiguous, yet it exceeds the power of a third-tier precious flame?"
Quasi-fourth-tier treasure flame?
It wasn't that old monster Luo Yuzhou who made the move, but rather Yang Xu who had cultivated such supernatural powers.
Where did Zoroastrianism obtain this precious flame?

"eccentric.
Even if the Zoroastrian Church obtained the quasi-fourth-tier treasure flame, it should not have bestowed it upon Yang Xu.

That's a near-fourth-tier treasure flame!

Falling into the hands of any great master of the Fire Dao would be an immense opportunity to propel him to even greater heights.

In terms of talent, background, and even connections, Yang Xu wouldn't even rank in the top three within the Zoroastrian Church.

He frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied.

Beneath his sapphire blue robes, a faint, shimmering light flowed and undulated, eventually receding before he made a move to fight Yang Xu.
"Om~"

The heavy sandalwood door was pushed open, and Yu Xi, wearing a star-studded crown and a robe with a blue bird perched on a cloud, entered the quiet room with a furrowed brow.

Gazing at the chilling black energy coiled like dragons and snakes within the Crimson Pavilion of the Western City, his eyes were filled with icy coldness.

"The Zoroastrians are so arrogant. Do they really think they can control Huitong Mall?"

He previously intervened to stop his junior disciple Liu Jing, but now he dares to threaten his senior brother?
"There's no time like the present! Let's join forces and teach him a lesson!"

"No need." Hu Yuzhao pressed down with his hand, and the radiant light of the bluebird on the jade seal robe dimmed.

"What about Qingyangzi and Fang Yi?" Yu Xi frowned, asking with a puzzled expression.

"The Zoroastrian sect has instigated Ao Peng to take action, and there is at least a 95% chance that he will kill Fang Yi."

It seems they colluded with the heretical cultivators and unorthodox practitioners who came to the icy plains to search for treasure.

This great cold wave presents a wealth of opportunities, attracting many powerful figures and ancient monsters from afar.

The business of dealing in demonic and spiritual items in the Ten Thousand Mountains has only gone through two rounds, and the initial investment hasn't even been recouped. If Fang Yi were to perish…

Not worth it.

Stroking the Pixiu treasure basin, Hu Yuzhao, with a gentle expression, waved his hand slightly and pulled up the carved wooden window.

"Junior Brother Yu Xi, sunk costs do not participate in decision-making."

It's only been a year, and you and I intervened to deter the Zoroastrian Church for Fang Yi's sake, allowing him to circumvent the city's laws and annex one of the six blessed lands.

If we intervene further, it will only embolden him, and our business dealing in demonic medicines will suffer losses.”

"How does the Zoroastrian Church view our repeated assistance?"

The Four Seas Business Alliance assists Xuanyang Mountain?
joke!

"A cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage is not worth our choice."

"As for Fang Yi's demise?" The gentleness in his eyes faded, leaving only a cold, calculating look.

"The Zoroastrian sect has entangled us, and even the two great masters, Luo Yuzhou and Yang Xu, cannot escape."

If Fang Yi manages to escape this calamity, the trade in demonic treasures will continue, and he will undoubtedly benefit from it.

The reason why the Sihai Business Alliance was able to establish itself in Dayu is because of its trustworthiness.

However, if Fang Yi is killed by Ao Peng, Liu Jing will be summoned to Cold Wind Valley to pay a visit to the person in charge of Xuan Yang Mountain.

Even without Fang Yi, Xuan Yang Mountain still has three great masters: Zhang Hengyi, Wu Hua, and You Xishan.

With the trade route through the Ten Thousand Mountains now open, how could those demon kings give up so easily?

Junior brother, just wait and see. The final outcome of this scheme is none of our concern.

"woo"

Yu Xi pursed his lips, thinking of Li Wu Hui's disappearance, and ultimately did not try to persuade him further.

His infatuation with Li Wu Hui was merely a normal transaction with Fang Yi, and there was no need for him to get involved in the conflict between the Zoroastrian Church and Xuan Yang Mountain because of it.

"Junior brother, I will inform Junior Nephew Liu Jing and tell him to make preparations as soon as possible."

If Fang Yi did not return within seven days, he was sent to Hanfeng Valley to visit the Great Master of Xuanyang Mountain.

You Xishan of Tianji Peak, skilled in divination, should be able to maintain the trade route along the Ten Thousand Mountains and continue the business of dealing in demonic and spiritual items.

"Hmm." Seeing that the jade seal had not been blinded by beauty, Hu Yuzhao felt gratified.

"The only major event in the ancient city is the grand trade fair after the New Year. This fair is of utmost importance, as it concerns Master Tongbao's plans."

"The outcome of Ao Peng's conflict with the Zoroastrianism depends on Fang Yi's luck and methods."

A magnificent palace, three stories high.

A stick of incense, meant for concentration, was lit in the crimson cauldron, and its fragrant aroma rose gently.

On the altar, Liu Jing sat cross-legged, holding a jade ruyi, his thin figure wrapped in a gray-silver robe.

"Uncle Yu Xi has issued a decree related to the Grand Trade Fair?"

"Could it be that you're referring to another top-tier treasure that requires my supervision?"

His divine sense flowed, probing into the decree.

Three breaths later, looking at the blue scroll floating in the air, Liu Jing smiled.

"Fang Yi has been tricked by the Zoroastrian sect and has left the mall, with Ao Peng following closely behind."

It seems more likely to be bad than good.
If he does not return to the ancient city in seven days, he should summon me to Cold Wind Valley to visit You Xishan, the Great Master of the Heavenly Mystery lineage of Xuan Yang Mountain.
"Tsk, cultivators shouldn't get too cocky."

"Human greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Fang Yi is only at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage, and his cultivation is comparable to mine."

"Having swallowed one of the city's six prefectures, they were still not satisfied; they deserved this calamity."

He gazed at the Changqing Mansion in the western city, a place shrouded in mist and vitality, its waters rippling gently from time to time.

"The Zoroastrian Church has been plotting for so long, and now that Fang Yi has died at Ao Peng's hands, Changqing Prefecture will have to be renamed Bishuiyuan again."

North of the ancient city, 1,700 li away, heavy snow was falling on Huojin Lake.

Beneath the hazy veil, Old Ghost Zheng gazed with admiration at Shen Che, who was moving about in the spirit cave.

"Indeed, this junior who has just formed his core is first-rate in combat among those in the early stages of core formation."

The cultivators in the Great Cloud Exile Land are indeed skilled in combat, living up to their reputation.

After ambushing and killing Fang Yi, we might as well recruit him into our group.

"Clang!" The brown-gold sword light shone like a fish swimming in water, shattering a corner of the cold aura. Shen Che's robes were disheveled, and his face turned pale.

Feeling his nearly depleted magical power in his dantian, he looked towards the direction of Huitong Ancient City and gave a bitter smile.

"I regret not listening to my senior brother, the headmaster. Fortunately, junior sister Qingtang managed to escape."

He gripped the Ice Soul Stone tightly in his hand, his eyes resolute, and murmured softly.

"Although this Frost Ghost King is comparable to a cultivator at the fifth level of Core Formation, it has almost no intelligence."

With just one chance, I can burn my essence and vital energy, severing my own foundation, and there's a 30% chance I can send out the Ice Soul Seed.

In this way, even if I perish, my junior sister will not suffer the torment of being burned by the Yang Fire.

"Crack!"

The jade pendant at his waist shattered, and Old Ghost Zheng's face twisted into a ferocious expression, a sinister aura flashing across his eyes.

"Ao Peng led Fang Yi out of the ancient city and headed towards Huojin Lake."
Hey, it's finally done!

"Red Bone Corpse Friend, Devouring Spirit Child, it's time for us to make our move."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time." With a flick of his sleeve, Tunlingzi unleashed a seven-foot-long, three-finger-wide crimson-black magic sword, which swam out like a spirit fish.

Within the ice cave, the seventh-grade ink lotus bloomed even more alluringly; on the lotus platform, the blood spring coffin cracked open with a three-foot gap, and the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade emitted a ghostly light.
Concealed by a hazy, gray veil, the three Grand Masters gathered their magical power, ready to unleash a full-force attack at any moment.
"Hu~~"

Amidst the biting wind, Fang Yi wore a lotus crown and a blue robe, with lotus flowers blooming beneath his feet.

"The Zoroastrian Church intervened to obstruct the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, while Luo Yuzhou and Yang Xu restrained the Imperial Seal and Imperial Image."

He raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the ancient city of Huitong shrinking behind him until it became a black dot.

It's neither the best choice nor the worst outcome.

The three great masters, Ao Peng, Zheng Laogui, and Tun Lingzi, killed Ao Peng and seized the Ao family's opportunity.

Moreover, the precious flame refined using the Flame-Refining Technique greatly benefits Junior Brother Xu.”

A thousand feet away, a precious pearl fell, its hazy gray shadow obscuring the aura.

Ao Peng, clad in a crimson robe sprinkled with gold, held a purple lotus palace lantern in his hand, and hung Fang Yi in the distance.

"Hey, Fang Yi, you old turtle, you finally peeked out from the Green Marrow Palace. It wasn't for nothing that I went to Luo Yuzhou to ask for a piece of Cold Jade Marrow Heart."
Even if four Great Immortals surrounded you, you could defeat them, even if Yu Zhao and Qing Sui came here. You are merely a sixth-level Core Formation cultivator, relying on external aids.
This time I will definitely take your life, seize your possessions and spiritual treasures, and use them to aid my cultivation."

Three hours later, at Huojin Lake.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The cold wind on the frozen ground was as sharp as a knife, constantly blowing against the cultivators who came and went. Even the tough-skinned demon beasts huddled in their caves.

Both human and demon cultivators are gathering their strength and accumulating trump cards to compete for the greatest opportunity the Eternal Ice Plains have seen in hundreds of years.
"Roar!"

The Frost Demon King's azure claws struck the spine of the magic sword, and the freezing intent corroded it, causing a crack to emerge from the spine.

"Crunch. Crunch"

The cracks widened like a spider web until they pierced through the magic sword, and the protective barrier collapsed.

"puff!"

With his natal magic sword destroyed, Shen Che fell from the sky, spitting out a mist of blood.

"Uh"

He struggled to raise his hand and begin to form hand seals, but his depleted dantian could no longer squeeze out a single bit of magical power.

"boom!"

The azure ghost claw slammed down, and a rotating array plate transformed into an inverted bowl lid.

"Crack!" The chill seeped in, the spiritual light became disordered, and the array plate trembled incessantly.

"In the end, I was unable to give the Ice Soul Seed to Junior Sister Qingtang."

Feeling the cracks on the True Core, Shen Che smiled bitterly and clenched the Ice Soul Piece in his hand.

He watched as the array patterns on the array plate froze, knowing that he was doomed.

"Crunch!" "Crunch!" "Crunch!"

The cracks on the array plate continued to widen, and Shen Che could already feel the biting cold rushing towards him.

"boom!"

The spiritual cave trembled, the array plate shattered completely, turning into dust and disappearing with the wind.

As the azure ghost claw reached out, facing life and death, Shen Che felt no fear, only a faint regret in his heart.

"I'll never see Qingtang again."

"clang!"

The Azure Lotus Banner descended from the sky, transforming into an endless expanse of green lotus leaves reaching to the heavens. Each azure lotus bloomed and faded, supporting the azure demon claw.

"Junior Brother Shen Che, isn't it a bit too early to close your eyes and wait for death?"

Clear voices came from the sky. Inside the spiritual cave, Shen Che felt the familiar words and warm energy, and his eyes reddened with joy!

"Master, you've made your move!"
The sect leader had killed two great masters, Mi Ku and Gao Shanfu, so this third-tier mid-grade ghost king was no match for him.

Very good! "

Shen Che's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he murmured in a low voice, "Finally, I can bring the Ice Soul Seed to Qing Tang."
No matter what my fate may be, Qingtang's path will be bright.

A beam of azure light cleaved through the chilling abyss of the spiritual cave, followed by the lash of the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.

"Snapped!"

"Roar!"

With just one strike, a shrill roar erupted from the Frost Demon King's mouth.

"Snapped!"

The Bodhi tree branch, its branches swaying in the wind, brushes against the willow, its resilient twigs sprouting once more.

"boom!"

Half of the Yin Sha Ghost King's body was shattered, and his vital energy was greatly damaged. Immediately afterward, the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch grew in the wind, binding the Ghost King like an ancient, verdant vine.

Fang Yi, wearing a lotus crown and with his robes fluttering, descended slowly from the sky like a virtuous gentleman amidst bamboo, serene and dignified.

He glanced at the Ghost King, who was bound by the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch, and his eyes lit up.

"The Ghost King of the Ice and Frost"

"Hurrah!"

The palm-sized Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner emitted spiritual light, and dozens of withered yellow chains shot out, dragging the Ghost King into the Withering and Flourishing Blessed Land.

"Master, give the Ice Soul Seed to Qing."

"Pfft!"

Seeing the Ghost King bound, Shen Che gripped the Ice Soul Stone, uttered only half a sentence before falling into a coma.

"He's quite the romantic."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his five fingers dancing as his magical power condensed into azure silk.

"disease!"

"call out!"

With a flick of his long, slender index finger, like a silkworm spinning silk, a strand of azure silk entered Shen Che's dantian.

A short while later.

"With his true core damaged and his blood essence burned, even if he can recover, Shen Che's cultivation will hardly make any progress in the future."
Hey, I wonder what Xie Qingtang will choose?

"How could someone so ruthless as to cultivate the path of celestial rebirth truly form a Daoist partnership with a mere True Core cultivator whose path has been severed?"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, not optimistic that the two could support each other and become Daoist partners.
Sensing the unwavering, fiery aura that remained hidden a thousand feet away, his eyes turned cold.

"Also cautious"
"When I've taken the Frost Marrow Jade Heart and can finally relax completely?"

"Imperial decree!"

Fang Yi flicked his sleeve, and a palm-sized banner flew out, growing longer in the wind.

In an instant, the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner transformed into a size of about ten feet. Under the convergence of verdant spiritual light, a compassionate demon god with six arms waved.

"A wondrous method: Nourishing Qi with the Five Lotuses!"

"Wonderful Method: Mysterious Ganoderma Lucidum Ascends to Divine Power!"

The demon god wore a crown of creation and a robe of Yi wood. Each of his six arms held a lotus flower, a bowl, a pestle, a conch shell, and other medical and magical implements.

"Whoosh!"

A five-colored lotus flower condensed and swayed, with the illusory image of the Xuanqing Spirit Ginseng following closely behind, and faint scarlet patterns appearing.

"Buzz!"

Among the two medical secrets, a scarlet light flashed and disappeared, evolving into an ancient and simple witch rune.

With the Jumang Witch Seal refined in his dantian and the inheritance of witch medicine by his side, his progress in the art of spiritual medicine has never stopped.
"Whoosh!"

The lush vitality flows like a gentle stream from the eight extraordinary meridians, nourishing magical power and nurturing the spirit.

The cracks in the true core within Shen Che's dantian stopped widening, and the pain on Shen Che's face gradually subsided.

A moment later, seeing that Shen Che's aura had stabilized, Fang Yi waved his sleeve and unleashed a large green wood handprint.

In an instant, the Hundred-Mile Spirit Cave trembled, and a beautiful azure jade emerged from the depths of the frozen earth.

"boom!"

The earth shook and mountains trembled. Cold jade marrow rose from the heart, and water vapor in the air condensed and turned into frost.

With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi sent a cyan spiritual light that swept up the precious materials and placed them into the already prepared spirit-sealing box.

"Click!" The jade box closed, and an apricot-yellow talisman was affixed, its spiritual light flowing, completely blocking out the chilling aura.

A glint of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and he was overjoyed.

"What a treasure! This piece of cold jade marrow is even three times better in quality than the previous one."

As expected of a major sect of Nascent Soul cultivators, it possesses profound cultural heritage.

Upon returning to the ancient city, we will ask the Green Snake to open the furnace and refine the elixir, so that the Daoist manifestations can be completely restored through the changing seasons.

Reaching the sixth level of Core Formation in body refinement cultivation was a natural progression.

"Now is the time!"

"Fang Yi, prepare to die!"

A blazing flame shot into the sky, and Ao Peng's face twisted in a ferocious expression.

"The precious flames rise, illuminating a hundred miles!"

"boom!"

Purple lotus palace lanterns bloomed, and white and red spiritual flames surged like a tide, sweeping across a hundred miles.

"Die!" A sinister aura disappeared into the spiritual flame.

(End of this chapter)