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

Chapter 944 Fang Xu Divide the Treasure, Aftershocks

Three thousand miles away.

A cold wind howled, and crimson corpse energy spread as two fierce auras clashed violently.

Tunlingzi, dressed in a plain white robe, held a bone dagger that twirled as he gazed at the exposed coffin.

"The Red-Haired Corpse King?"

Zhong Hui's expression was solemn, and fan-shaped scales emerged from his neck, tearing up pieces of flesh and blood.

"As the great cold wave rises, spiritual apertures emerge from the depths of the frozen earth, and this old monster is also converging on the ancient city of Huitong."

"Why are you blocking my way, fellow Daoist?" He had been secretly observing the Corpse King's battle with Qing Sui from Medicine King Valley.

"Good, rich and pure semen."
He was clearly a cultivator who practiced magic, but his cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the Core Formation stage.

"The essence and blood are deeply hidden and pure, yet they are not inferior to those of a Great Body Refining Master." A hoarse, greedy voice rang out.

Sensing the decline in the Devouring Spirit's energy, the red-haired old corpse did not hesitate at all.

The air was thick with the stench of death, and a three-foot gap opened in the ancient coffin, from which thick pus oozed out.

The withered, large hand, covered in red hair, reached out seemingly slowly but actually swiftly, as if the world were about to collapse.

"The Corpse Handprint!"

"Humph!

"A mere Core Formation Ninth Level Corpse King dares to be so presumptuous before me, relying solely on his cultivation level?"

Tunlingzi sneered. There were already over a hundred Core Formation Real Persons in the vast icy plains, and at least twenty Great Real Persons.

However, the cultivators who can be taken seriously by him must have reached the perfection of the Dharma Domain and transformed into a Dao Field.

The snake-patterned bone dagger in his hand flew out like an arrow.

"clang!"

The illusory palm print had its five fingers severed, and some red hairs on the withered hand were cut off, leaving a white mark on the palm.

"Such physical strength is comparable to a top-grade defensive treasure."

Zhong Hui frowned slightly, his eyes filled with a desire to investigate. Even a demon at the peak of the Core Formation stage couldn't match the physical strength of this red-haired corpse king.
"Which old monster's corpse is possessed by a spirit?"

He murmured to himself, having thoroughly studied the Dao of the Dharma Body, and naturally knew the terrifying depths within it.

Even a Great True Person of the Body and a Demon Clan member who has reached the Perfect Core Formation stage would find it difficult to withstand the Serpent Bone Dagger with their physical body.

"When the great cold wave rises, everyone knows that the greatest opportunity for the ice plains will emerge."

The Four Seas Business Alliance added fuel to the fire by holding a trade fair, where all sorts of shady characters emerged.

Tunlingzi twisted his body and transformed into a ghostly snake shadow to escape.

"Don't go!" The red-haired old corpse would never let go of the meat that was right in front of him.

This Devouring Spirit Child, whose cultivation method is unknown, possesses a fragrant essence blood that is even more alluring to him than the Great Demon King at the eighth level of Core Formation he had previously killed.

"boom!"

A wisp of corpse energy circulated, eerie runes seemed to come alive, and red hair spread like moss.

"A temple?"
When he fought Qing Sui before, this old monster didn't have such a foundation.

Zhong Hui stared at the gray curtain blocking his path, his brows furrowed. The scene seemed familiar, prompting him to speak instinctively:
"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Great Yun?"

How did he know?

The old red-haired corpse was startled. Ever since he came to the vast ice plains, when hunting cultivators to recover from hidden injuries, he had only used 60-70% of his magic power.

Even when facing the Medicine King Gu Qinghui, he held back some of his strength and would not reveal his background.

"Buzz!"

Runes flowed within the coffin, further enhancing the concealment of its aura.

"boom!"

A crimson aura of death surged, and a raven-headed coffin lamp lit up.

Sensing the auras emanating from the different cultivators, and seeing the same hidden dojo, Zhong Hui pinched his brow and sighed.

"Is he really from the Great Cloud Clan?"
"This is bizarre! Did I run into bad luck today?"

“嘶
roar!"

An eerie, demonic aura dripped from the scales on his neck, and the serpentine bone dagger lost its luster.

Within the gray, cracked, and frost-covered bone, a spirituality was activated.

It is unknown what kind of great demon left behind it, but the spiritual energy filled with wildness attracts the icy Daoist charm.

The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.

Strands of water elemental power converged into a waterfall, pouring into the snake-patterned bone dagger.

The red-haired old corpse stared in astonishment.
A strange hissing sound rang out.
The icy Daoist aura transformed into lakes and marshes, from which emerged a giant emerald-eyed python, its body draped in frost and snow, its scales magnificent, and its aura sinister, coiling into a circular formation.

"Within the Corpse King's vigorous energy, the Daoist principles flowed, yet there were still discordant aspects."
"Hey, interesting, is this some kind of lingering internal injury?"

"Let me test you. We are both from the Great Yun Dynasty. How do you compare to the other one?"

Zhong Hui's plain white robe fluttered in the wind, and his long, thin tongue, like a venomous snake, licked his lips.

Immediately, his entire body sank into the azure-eyed snow python, and the two energies merged seamlessly.

"Is it also Dayun?" The red-haired old corpse was filled with doubt and surprise.

"Could it be that among You Xishan, Wu Hua, and Zhang Hengyi of Xuan Yang Mountain, one of them has already transformed their Dharma Domain, formed a Daoist temple, and begun to embark on the path of Nascent Soul?"

Huojin Lake.

Five-colored spiritual light illuminated the area, spiritual stones piled up into mountains, and various magical treasures shimmered with a precious glow.

"Oh!"

As the golden light fell, the magic contract floated in the air, and the gray-white spirit snake dispersed, leaving only a seven-foot-long, translucent white spine.

"The aura of the Devouring Spirit Child Zhong Hui?"

Fang Yi looked wary, and with a flick of his index finger, a wisp of sky-blue spiritual energy was condensed and probed into the magic contract.

"Buzz!"

The gilded magic contract slowly unfolded, outlined by black and white light. A black lotus appeared on the contract, swaying gently, and five fair fingers slapped down from a blood-red coffin.

The crimson yin breathed out corpse energy, and tiny characters swam out, transforming into neat rules:

"...I...swear on my lifeblood that I will not reveal the news of the battle between Jin Huohu and Qingyangzi within one month..."

"Senior brother knows Tunlingzi?" Xu Qingshe tilted his head, looking curious.

They were just fighting to the death, so why is Zhong Hui, the Devouring Spirit Child, helping to cover up the news?

Within a month?

Is this a test to see if I have the ability to completely muddy the waters?

Fang Yi stared at the words "January," a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and a few guesses began to form in his mind.

This venomous python, named Zhong Hui, had a strong foundation, but its attacks each time seemed half-hearted.

What exactly is the plan behind this?

'When he used his qi to fight, it was mixed with a hint of demonic energy, and his true nature was not weak.'
Is this related to this matter?

He murmured to himself, then turned to look at Xu Qingshe.

"I have just met Zhong Hui, the Devouring Spirit Child. If you encounter him, Green Snake, be very careful. Unless your junior brother's cultivation advances further, do not get entangled with him."

If this venomous python were to unleash its full power, its combat strength would rival that of a top-tier cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage.

Fang Yi's sleeve held a series of magical incantations, the Plum Blossom Divination Techniques flowed, and the divination bell and serpent's energy mechanism was manipulated.

The heavenly secrets were shrouded in a hazy gray, and he wanted to investigate their origins further.

"Buzz!" A pair of snow-white eyes looked down from the darkness, completely freezing the changing plum blossom hexagram.

'The fact that the third level of divination couldn't detect any problems is the biggest issue.'

Fang Yi understood and instructed, "There is a good chance that Zhong Hui has already embarked on the path of the Nascent Soul, and the nascent form of his Daoist practice is very likely to have been fully developed."

Among the countless cultivators in the vast icy plains, only Qing Sui of Medicine King Valley, Bai Chan of the Fire Worship Sect, and Hu Yuzhao of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance could reliably defeat him.
At most, that includes the elusive, ruthless red-haired zombie king.

Xu Qingshe was secretly unconvinced, but he also knew that his old friend had a sharp eye and had been observing people and investigating matters for more than two hundred years with almost no mistakes.

'Except for Huo Zhao.'

He muttered to himself, knowing that Devouring Spirit Child must still have some troublesome aspects.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely avoid you if I encounter Devouring Spirit Child."
"Once I have mastered several secret techniques and merged the five true flames into one, I will fight him again."

Xu Qingshe turned her head, her face showing curiosity. "With Senior Brother Fang's background, what are his chances of winning if he were to fight against Zhong Hui, the Devouring Spirit Child..."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, his mind racing as he silently calculated the outcome of the battle.

"If Tunlingzi falls into the Dao field, I will have the advantage of terrain and I am 70 or 80 percent confident of defeating him."

However, Zhong Hui will undoubtedly be wary during the battle at Huojin Lake, especially given his strange transformation technique.
"The outcome of my fight with him is uncertain. After all, although the dojo is powerful, it consumes a great deal of magical energy and cannot be used for a long time."

Xu Qingshe curled her lip and twirled the bronze ring in her hand.

"Senior brother, your body cultivation is not far from that of a Great True Person, right? Besides, you also have that Garan Relic Pagoda in your possession."

"Given the foundation we have before this harvest, facing the Soul Devourer Zhong Hui, it will most likely be as Senior Brother said."

But after this battle, my senior brother is about to take another step forward.

"A mere Core Formation Stage Sixth Layer cultivator's mana is insufficient to activate the Puppet Dao Arena, but the Great True Person is a different story."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, chuckled as he collected the mountain of spirit stones, and then tossed the Purple Flame Lamp to Xu Qingshe.

"It's not that simple."
To build a solid foundation for Qi cultivation, one must proceed steadily and surely.

As for my body refinement cultivation, I am still a hair's breadth away from the sixth level of Core Formation, even if I could break through.
To go even further, we need the grand finale of the trade fair organized by the Four Seas Business Alliance.

That rare Blood Dao treasure, ranked near the fourth tier: the Blood Sea Lotus.

"Senior brother is always good at deceiving people."

Xu Qingshe muttered to himself, even in the Xuan Yang Mountain, which is full of outstanding people, his senior brother was the best at hiding.

He didn't believe the claim that he was no worse than Tunlingzi, and that the outcome was still uncertain.

He stroked the Purple Flame Palace Lantern, and without hesitation, put away the talismans and magical artifacts that Fang Yi had pushed in front of him.

"Ao Peng of the Ao family also thought so. His senior brother was only at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage. The four Great True Men joined forces to bully the weak with numbers and the small with strength."

Even if they were to lie in ambush, they should still lose their lives.

"Hahaha, Green Snake, you're mistaken. If it weren't for your help, Senior Brother would have suffered a great loss."

"Let's return to Huitong Ancient City first..."

The big trade fair is in March, we can't miss it..."

Fang Yi weighed the storage bag in his sleeve. Zheng Kui and Ao Peng had spent their resources purchasing spiritual herbs in order to break through or prepare for the Great Cold Wave.

But he was a great master after all, having cultivated for three or four hundred years, and in this one battle alone, he gained 160,000 spirit stones.

Including the remaining few low-grade magic weapons, talismans, and spiritual herbs, the spirit stones needed to purchase the Blood Sea Lotus are already sufficient.

A short while later.

The atmosphere was heavy and tense in Huitong Mall, Chidan Pavilion, and the Fire Maple Spirit Forest.

Yang Xu stared at the extinguished soul lamp, true fire billowing from his seven orifices, his eyes turning crimson.

"waste!
That Ao Peng is a complete waste!
The dignified Grand Master made a move, scheming against the unsuspecting, using the Cold Jade Marrow Heart as bait.

Four Grandmasters surrounded and attacked Fang Yi!
Two members of the Four Seas Business Alliance were stopped, and they might even lose their lives!

Luo Yuzhou, dressed in a brownish-red robe, leaned against the fire maple tree, gazing at the extinguished soul lamp, and murmured softly.

"They actually failed?"

His turbid eyes gradually cleared, his magical power subsided, and he no longer entangled with the jade seal.

"Now that things have come to this point, the most urgent task is to find out the cause and effect."

Surrounded by four powerful cultivators, how did Fang Yi manage to escape?

"If they are truly exceptionally talented and terrifyingly gifted, they must not be allowed to live!"

Jade palaces and magnificent buildings, surrounded by blue pearls, jade swords, and black ancient bronze ornaments, radiating a magnificent and awe-inspiring five-colored brilliance.

On the twelfth floor, two cultivators stood with their hands behind their backs, their gazes fixed on the western city.

"Oh!"

The icy heat in the air gradually subsided, the black mystic light receded, leaving only the shimmering golden light rolling around.

The jade seal wears a star-shaped crown and a robe with a bluebird perched on a cloud. Its face is as if carved by an axe, and it is masculine and handsome.

Sensing the energy within the Crimson Pavilion, he was astonished, then gazed at the verdant light that had vanished into the ancient city.

Then, as the view swept across Changqing Mansion, lotus blossoms rose one after another, the fragrance of herbs wafted through the air, and one could vaguely see black fungus playing and ginseng babies running around, revealing a myriad of spring scenes.

"Fang Yi escaped unscathed?"

"What about Ao Peng?"

"Surely it's not like someone schemed against another and ended up with no remains?"

Hu Yuzhao exuded an air of nobility, holding an abacus—a magical tool with a frame made of golden paulownia wood and gilded counting rods.

The robe was embroidered with silver threads depicting copper coins and ingots, and a lifelike jade-swallowing Pixiu was depicted on the sapphire blue leather.

"The Zoroastrianism has stopped, which means there's been a resolution."

He raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "It seems that the Merchant Alliance can continue its business dealing in demonic and spiritual items from the Ten Thousand Mountains."

There's no need for Liu Jing to visit the Great Master of Xuan Yang Mountain in Cold Wind Valley and reopen trade routes..."

"As for the outcome of the duel between Ao and Fang, the result should be known soon."

After all, the two Zoroastrians have gone to great lengths; they're probably ten or even a hundred times more eager than you or me.”

"Senior brother, you are wise. Ao Peng was stuck at the bottleneck of Core Formation for sixty years. He was able to break through even after his clan's territory was taken away. Luo Yuzhou and Yang Xu must have gone to great lengths to achieve this."

Hey, who would have thought it would turn out like this?
Having lost everything, one wonders if the two are now experiencing unbearable pain.

Looking at the aura within the blood-stained escape light, the jade seal shook its head slightly.

"Fang Yisheng did win, but it seems to be a Pyrrhic victory..."

This Qingyangzi of Xuanyang Mountain is formidable. The fact that the Fire Worship Sect tacitly allowed Ao Peng to take action means they are almost certain of victory.

Unexpectedly, this gave him a way to survive.

"With this one battle, Fang Yi of Xuan Yang Mountain has completely established himself, and the ancient city has become even more interesting since then."

(End of this chapter)