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

Chapter 943 Inventorying the Treasures, Casting the Bait Again

"boom!"

With a flick of his fingertip, the Devouring Spirit Child unleashed a series of serpentine patterns that coiled around the Gray Shadow Golden Blade.

"tear!"

A strange, demonic aura emerged, and the dagger-like Yin Blade lost its golden light, revealing grayish-white bone covered in cracks.

It is unknown what kind of great demon left behind it, but as long as the bone structure is exposed, it attracts the cold Daoist charm, and the strands of water elemental power gather into a waterfall, pouring into the Gray Yin Gold-Seizing Blade.

"Hiss hiss hiss!" A strange hissing sound rippled through the air.

Amidst the icy Daoist aura, a giant serpent with emerald eyes, its body covered in frost and snow and exuding a sinister aura, emerged and coiled into a circular formation.

The burly body of the Devouring Spirit Child landed on the snake's head, and his magical power became increasingly viscous, blending seamlessly with the Azure-Eyed Snow Python.

He clenched his thick fingers, holding a wisp of gray Daoist energy in his palm.

"Roar!"

As if blessed by some unknown force, the sinister aura within the bloodline of the Azure-Eyed Snow Python faded away.

Amidst the falling frost and snow, the snow python's scales undulate, resembling a king of frozen earth, exuding a regal air.

"The remains of a demon lord?"

Xu Qingshe sensed the oppressive aura of the Azure-Eyed Snow Python and murmured softly.

He hesitated, a wisp of fire falling from his fingertip, igniting the dissipating frost, feeling the chilling Daoist aura that froze his fingertip.

"This seemingly ordinary golden dagger was actually forged from the remains of a fourth-order demon lord?"
Even if it is not a fourth-tier natal spirit bone, its grade exceeds the limit of third-tier treasure materials, making it incomparable to ordinary high-grade magic treasures.

"Tunlingzi has an incredibly large fortune."

"The cultivators of the Great Yu are truly wealthy, far surpassing the wealth of the Great Yun."

The Azure Water Pavilion, the White Bone Sect, the Nine-Bend Old Monster, and even the Grand Masters within their sects, none of them could bear to see the remains of a fourth-tier demon lord.

Xu Qingshe thought back to the past two hundred years in Dayun, when finding a third-tier precious medicine was quite difficult.

This was all thanks to his skill in alchemy, his wealthy friend Fang Yi, and the fact that Xuan Yang Mountain was willing to support him.
Seeing Huiyin snatch the golden knife, he couldn't help but feel resentful as he envied it.

"The remains of the Demon Lord possessed a natural spiritual quality; it would be a waste to refine them into magical treasures. It's such a pity."

"If I had these remains in hand, along with several portions of the Three Treasures Medicine, and the transformed Heaven and Earth Furnace, I could attempt to refine a near-fourth-tier precious pill."

"Imperial decree!"

His expression turned solemn, and the magic incantations at his fingertips flowed like a gentle stream, yet also resembled the scorching heat of a mysterious flame.

After refining several true flames of cold attribute in the vast icy plains, Xu Qingshe has begun to explore the path of Yin Fire.

"go with!"

The Five-Flame Mystic Dragon swung its long tail, and its claws, gleaming with ice crystals, extended out, unleashing a surge of Yin Fire.

"Roar!"

"hiss!"

The hundred-foot-long, azure-eyed snow python showed no weakness, raising a single horn from its head and charging headlong at the dragon's claw.

"clang!"

Both the Xuanjiao and Xuemang were illusory images, but the point where they clashed emitted a vast and powerful spiritual tide.

"Boom!"

The hundred-foot-long snow python possessed a fierce aura, its surging power lashing out to strangle the snow python. The five-colored black dragon was not to be outdone, its ferocious claws digging into the snow python's vital spot.

Stretching for hundreds of miles, the sky divides it into a single line.

The easternmost heaven and earth furnace breaths in and out spiritual energy, while the black flames of darkness surge and churn.

The frost and snow spreading in the western Arctic have slowly stirred up the hidden icy charm deep within the permafrost.

"Heaven and Earth Furnace, Daoist Practice Ground!"

"Ice and Snow Swirling Frost Domain!"

"It really is you, not someone else in disguise."
The only third-tier alchemist in Xuan Yang Mountain, Xu Qingshe, is not skilled in combat.

Tunlingzi, clad in animal skin, licked the corner of his lips with his long, bright red tongue.

Looking at the fire dragon with gilded horns, crimson scales, white true fire forming its bones, and black aura accompanying it, he finally became certain.

He glanced resentfully at Xu Qingshe, who was full of vigor.

"Hey, is this the prevailing attitude in all of Xuan Yang Mountain?"

Even though Tunlingzi has roamed the cultivation world for three hundred years and fought against countless geniuses and heroes, what kind of heroes has he not seen?

The cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain had truly never seen anything like it!
"boom!"

The azure-eyed snow python was covered in frost, its frozen aura spreading outwards, while the five-colored black dragon breathed out spiritual flames, steaming with icy energy.

The increasingly intense collisions could no longer attract the attention of the Devouring Spirit Child.

"I thought that the Fire Worship Cult, as a major sect of Nascent Soul cultivators, had been in charge of the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World for many years."

Even if you make a mistake, out of 100% of the information, you should still be 80% reliable.

Even if it's just 50%, what if it's the worst-case scenario?

"Thirty percent?"
"Even one percent is not bad!"

"The result shows that only the names 【方】【逸】 are true."
Cultivation level, magical treasures, supernatural powers, and Daoist temples—none of these are genuine.

Tunlingzi lowered his eyes and said with a resentful tone.

"However, it was only enough to kill one cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage."
Four Grandmasters surrounded and attacked a mere Core Formation Stage 6 cultivator, and yet they were killed in return?

"Xu Qingshe, who is not skilled in combat, relies on external objects, such as Qingyangzi."
"Don't believe a ghost about the rumors circulating in Da Yun!"

"First kill Ao Peng, then kill the old ghost Zheng Kui."
Why must Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, such a proud and heroic figure, conceal himself and refuse to show himself?

"Be careful, Green Snake!"

A hazy, ethereal figure appeared, Fang Yi's robes fluttering, and the Azure Lotus Banner rose, transforming into an endless expanse of green lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the Bodhi Branch of Azure Blood shot out like an arrow.

The azure-eyed snow python's scales trembled, its aura becoming distant and profound, like a solitary monarch standing alone amidst an ancient ice mountain.

"This Xu Qingshe is a friend of Daoist Fang, but I wonder if he is more important than my life."
How will the Fellow Daoists choose?

"Snap!" Tunlingzi spread his hands out as if embracing heaven and earth, allowing the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch to strike his body.

Like a serpent shedding its skin, he shed his middle-aged appearance and transformed into a human figure, instantly covering a thousand feet.

"Roar!"

The azure-eyed snow python instantly shrank back, its hundred-foot-long form transforming into a speck of black white.

"Oh!"

A finger bone shot out, its explosive energy subtly surpassing that of a Core Formation cultivator, carrying a trace of the might of a Nascent Soul Demon Lord.

"not good!"

Xu Qingshe's expression changed drastically. He commanded the Heaven and Earth Furnace, which shone brightly like the setting sun, its gilded flames blazing brilliantly.

"puff!"

The white finger bones paused slightly, piercing through the furnace of heaven and earth, heading towards Xu Qingshe's dantian.

"disease!"

The feng shui compass in his arms rose up; it was also a high-grade magic treasure. Seven magical restrictions intertwined, gathering wind and water, transforming into a black tortoise.

"Oh!"

The white finger shadow continued its momentum, piercing through the tortoise shell, and was no more than seven feet away from Xu Qing Snake.

"A brilliant plan!"

Fang Yi did not hesitate at all. How could a Grand Master who had escaped compare to Xu Qingshe?

"Green snake, do not resist!"

His three thousand strands of black hair flowed in his hands, and the Cardinal Seal rotated like gears, pushing the Cardinal Spirit-Suppressing Dojo to its limit.

He transferred the secret technique, which was originally only applicable to puppet masters, to other people.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, upon hearing Fang Yi's words, Xu Qingshe withdrew her magical power, seemingly giving up the fight.

His eyes reflected Fang Yi's tall and straight figure. He entrusted his life to Fang Yi, allowing the three thousand puppet threads to be driven into his acupoints and probe into the golden elixir in the furnace.

"The Secret Technique of the Demon Axe: The Two-Phase Body!"

A hazy, illusory figure appeared, the white bone spirit armor flashed by, and Yuan Hai and Xu Qingshe's figures intersected.
"Whoosh!"

The white knuckles pierced through the bone armor of the abyss, attempting to shatter the skull.

Fang Yi was ghost-like, holding the Garan Relic Pagoda in his hand. He had not yet refined the precious seal, so he could not unleash the wondrous power of the Buddhist treasure.

He showed no mercy and suppressed the enemy with his own body.

Just to stop that one breath!
"clang!"

The white bones paused for a moment, and a majestic figure with emerald eyes, Xue Jun, appeared.

Sensing the threat of damage to the sacred treasure, the sound of chanting arose, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the nine-story gilded pagoda rang, as if a high monk were preaching.

A guardian deity, seated cross-legged, transformed into a golden lotus and descended to suppress the demon. "Boom!"

The stupa containing the relics of the Garan Temple trembled incessantly, while the white finger bones were ultimately water without a source.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared and spread like a spider web.

"Oh!"

A wisp of the Devouring Spirit Child's voice echoed from his joints.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I am Zhong Hui. I look forward to our next meeting."

“Hui is a poisonous snake.” Fang Yi gazed at the cultivator who had disappeared into the horizon, his expression solemn, and murmured to himself.

Fortunately, Chi Yin hasn't revealed his identity; he can be used as bait.

A short while later.

"Pity!"

Dozens of miles away, in a hidden ice cave, a hazy spiritual light flowed, like a hibernating serpent, its energy contained and not leaking.

A streak of blood-red energy, mixed with icy flames, emerged from the gray mist.

Zhong Hui, the Spirit Devourer, wore a plain white robe with cloud patterns. After shedding his old body, he no longer had the physique of a middle-aged man.

He had delicate features, his skin glowed with a soft white light, and his figure was upright, like a willow in the wind, as if he could collapse at any moment.

But the madness in his eyes and brows should not be underestimated.

“That Chigu is indeed shrewd and has some resources.”

"By doing this, I will destroy the power of my magical treasure and escape from Fangyi's Daoist temple."

"Using the mechanical pivot and Dharma seal to evolve the puppet-based Daoist practice?"

Hey, what a joke!
How could such a crude and energy-consuming Taoist temple be a puppet Taoist temple with a long history, polished by outstanding people of all generations, but which has lost its spirituality?
Only the ignorant would think that way!

Zhong Hui's lips parted in a mocking smile.

"Zheng Kui, that old devil, is ignorant and incompetent. How could he possibly know that Fang Yi has such terrifying talent?"

Even a single training ground, merely a step-by-step inheritance from its predecessors, was enough to terrify him and make him want to flee.

"With such talent as Fang Yi, and having made the first move, using his dojo to occupy a strategic location, how could he possibly escape so easily?"

"Our human race's puppetry skills rank among the top of the hundred arts of cultivation, which is inseparable from the ancient war of sealing demons, and the talismans and Daoist rhymes were extracted from the bloodline of the puppeteer demon race."

This is clearly the Yanling Dojo that Qingyangzi deduced and perfected from the bloodline of the Yanshi Demon Clan.

Fang Yi possesses exceptional talent, capable of innovating from the remnants of a demon's body. He is not the kind of foolish, conservative cultivator found in the cultivation world.

"If our first meeting hadn't been so unpleasant, we should at least address each other as fellow Daoists and discuss our research on demons, magical bodies, and acupoints."

Tunlingzi Zhong Hui stuck out his long, thin red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing obvious admiration.

"I hope that next time we meet, Fellow Daoist Fang, you won't be so eager to fight."
Now, I will first settle the beginning and end for you.

"Buzz!"

A flash of grayish-white light disappeared in an instant, and the ice cave was empty, leaving only eerie snake patterns spreading across the ice walls.

After a hundred breaths.

A biting wind howled, the aura of death swirled, and the eerie, gloomy energy transformed into a blooming black lotus.

Atop the lotus platform stood a blood-red coffin, its energy waning, as if it had paid a heavy price to escape the ambush.

Chi Yin held the Xuan Yin Er Wu Soul-Slaying Blade in his arms, its blade glowing with a deep blue light.

His body was tense, his face wary, staring at the handsome cultivator blocking his way.

"Splash!" The black lotus swayed, and the yin and dry corpse energy turned into tides, constantly pounding against it.

"What brings Fellow Daoist Tunlingzi here?"

Qingyangzi Fang Yi has not yet left; let us flee immediately!

"Da! Da! Da!"

Tunlingzi Zhong Hui's plain white robes fluttered as he gazed at the coffin, where beads of scarlet blood occasionally slid down.

His eyebrows furrowed, revealing his disdain, and the joy of meeting a like-minded person dissipated by three points.

"By sticking to old ways, they refined precious materials into blood beads to nourish the body."

What a boring person.

A three-foot-long bone dagger twirled between his fingertips, occasionally flashing with sleight of hand.

The bone dagger had snake-like patterns crawling on its blade. Although it was not as good as the Gray Shadow Gold-Seizing Blade, it was still a high-grade magic weapon that could be refined at will.

He actually had a backup plan during the battle.
"Sign a contract to keep the battle at Fire Gold Lake a secret, and Fellow Daoist Crimson Bone may leave."

A golden magic scroll flew out from his sleeve, and Zhong Hui's long hair fluttered like a writhing venomous snake.

His eyes reflected the black lotus on the coffin, and his aura grew even stronger.

"Buzz!"

The energy of the eighth level of Core Formation transformed into mud and swamp, enveloping the black lotus.

An invisible force, like wriggling tentacles, bared its fangs and claws, clung to the Blood Spring Coffin.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared in the Blood Spring Coffin, and corpse fire flowed out like a waterfall, washing away the tentacle-like force.

But as the power within the coffin weakened, another tentacle rose up, clinging and entangled the Blood Spring Coffin, making it difficult for it to escape.

"Humph!

"Soul Devourer, you're so impressive!"

Chi Yin snorted coldly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

He glanced at the neatly arranged spiritual patterns on the contract, his brow furrowing slightly.

"The Battle of Fire Gold Lake must be kept secret, and the matter of Qingyangzi's Daoist temple must not be revealed."
What exactly do you want to do?

"Fellow Daoist Chigu should be more pragmatic." Zhong Hui looked annoyed, a wisp of frost swirling around the bone dagger in his hand, exuding an aura of freezing cold.

"Humph"

A strange feeling welled up in Chi Yin's heart, rising to its limit and filling his chest.

'If I remember correctly, Master and this Devouring Spirit Child are complete strangers.'

Just a quarter of an hour ago they were fighting to the death, why is this old monster acting like this?
It's impossible for her to fall in love at first sight and become interested in the old man.

He muttered to himself, his small, delicate fingers reaching out, and a coffin mark appeared on his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

"Whoosh!"

True fire rose, and the legal document burned.

Each spirit pattern combined to form a unique gilded mark, which fell into the Blood Spring Coffin.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Hui's lips curled into a smile. Gazing a hundred miles away, he saw Fang Yicang's powerful aura resembling that of an ancient tree.
"Hey, the big trade fair is coming soon."

"I truly look forward to Fellow Daoist Qingyang breaking through to the Great True Person realm."

He murmured to himself, then glanced at Chi Yin with disdain before disappearing in a serpentine shadow.

Chi Yin frowned slightly, puzzled.

"Isn't this Devouring Spirit Child a sworn enemy of the master?"

Huojin Lake.

The waters that stretched for dozens of miles had long since evaporated, leaving only a spirit banner standing tall, gathering vitality and transforming into verdant spiritual mist.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows and gazed into the distance, a familiar yet somewhat strange aura flashed by.

"Senior brother, what happened?" Xu Qingshe asked with concern.

"It was my fault that I dragged my senior brother down. Not only did I let Devouring Spirit escape, but I also allowed the Corpse King to take the opportunity to flee."
If the news leaks out, there will be considerable trouble afterwards.

"The news has been leaked?" Fang Yi shook his head slightly, having already received Chi Yin's telepathic message.

"After returning, spread the word, a mix of true and false information, and the Zoroastrians will naturally choose to believe it."
The most reliable thing to do.

"After all, this Soul-Devouring Child Zhong Hui is hiding so deeply, he must have other plans and will not expose his origins."

"Let's take stock of the spoils first." Fang Yi waved his sleeve, and several storage bags fell down.

The powerful magic swept down, and the remaining divine senses of Ao Peng and Zheng Kui within the storage bag's magical restrictions were completely washed away in a single breath.

"Whoosh!"

The storage bag tilted, and jade boxes, talismans, magic swords, spiritual herbs, and mountains of spirit stones poured out.

"Buzz!"

A gilded magic contract appeared from the sky, was lifted by the spirit snake, and landed in front of Fang Yi.

(End of this chapter)