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

Chapter 946 Using every trick in the book to find Fang Yi, no one believes him.
Li Heng turned the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, and the five treasure restrictions were like swimming dragons, with azure runes outlining them, and a sixth treasure restriction was vaguely evolving.

Since Master Fang Yi seized the Ao family's Bishui Garden and renamed it Changqing Mansion, Xuanyang Mountain has established itself in Huitong Mall.

He also gained a lot of benefits, as the [Six Prefectures Dark Market] and [Private Real Person Purchase], which are one level above the Four Seas Merchant Alliance Grand Trade Fair, were also opened to him.

Having invested all his wealth, his most treasured artifact, the Vast Ocean Pearl, finally achieved its next level.

Li Heng's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:
"pass!

Please trouble fellow Daoist Sanqiao to contact the cultivators and spread the message as instructed by Master.
Whether it succeeds or fails, the Five Extremes Peak lineage will take full responsibility.

"Alright, then everything will proceed as Brother Li Heng has said."
"Xu Zangze, dressed in a golden robe and sporting a mustache, gripped the blue book tightly in his hand, his heart filled with ruthlessness."

'Shen Che was severely injured at Huojin Lake because of my news.'

I have exerted all my strength, sacrificing a third-tier precious herb. I have had Yan Huai, the source of the information, sign a legal contract to ensure that the information is not leaked.

But if you've been outmaneuvered, then you've been outmaneuvered.

A decision must be made to give Fang Zhenren a sufficient attitude, especially '

Xu Zangze glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Ziyuan Courtyard, where the Ao family had settled, to the west of the ancient city.

'Hey, everyone in the city knows that the Zoroastrian Church intercepted the Four Seas Merchant Alliance before.'

Then, he angrily tested Lord Qingyangzi, so Ao Peng must have gotten into trouble.
This will surely warrant a sufficient response!

Li Heng is only at the early stage of Core Formation; his attitude is unimportant. What matters is satisfying Lord Fang Yi.

He exchanged a few pleasantries with Li Heng, then ordered the boy to enter the upper floor of the pavilion.

Then, with a wave of his sleeve, a landscape screen was erected to isolate the energy flow.

On the upper floor, a young boy with long hair, wearing a green robe, with red lips and white teeth, bowed and brewed spiritual tea.

Compared to how he entertained Zhao Zhenren, who was in the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm, his behavior towards Li Heng was nothing short of obsequious.

“Master, this [Fire Refined Seed] Spirit Tea is a rare and precious item obtained from the Cold River Mountain. It is only two ounces of it, acquired over a hundred years.”

Only when there is a great joy or celebration on ordinary days will I take out a few cups to brew and enjoy.

Would you like to try this spiritual tea and see if it suits your taste?
If that doesn't suit you, Master also has several slightly inferior spiritual teas such as Cloud Soaring, Grain Rain, and Water Rhyme.

The boy worshipped the god, his head bowed and eyes demure, holding a cup of sacred tea in his hands.

His physical body is attached to Xu Zangze, making him extremely sensitive to the attitudes of cultivators who come to visit.

Over the course of sixty years, many great masters have come to visit this place.

Although the master was polite, he had never gone to such lengths, bordering on obsequiousness.

The boy was puzzled. 'Is this Sect Leader Fang Yi of Xuan Yang Mountain truly so authoritative?'
The mere dispatch of a disciple with a decree was enough to make the master feel as if facing a formidable enemy, rendering him utterly submissive.

"Slurp~"

Li Heng reached out and took the jade cup, sipped the tea, and felt the chill rush straight to his mind, as if freezing his soul.

The chill dissipated in an instant, and the immense divine soul condensed into several parts, with a wisp of barely visible impurity rising from the fontanelle.

"Good tea!"
"To purify the soul and solidify the foundation, the Great Cloud has no such spiritual tea."

Li Heng squinted, watching the two beams of light descend through the landscape screen.

"The Three Aperture True Man: Shi Kui (Ear Aperture Stone Deafness), Dong Yun Ge (Mouth Aperture Tong Yun Song)"
It seems that Master's decree has truly frightened Fellow Daoist Zangze.

"Golden-Eyed One summoned me here with utmost urgency. If it's not important, I'll break your legs."

Dong Yunge's headdress is wrapped in brown hemp cloth, and her long hair is so full that it almost bulges out, inlaid with exquisitely carved silver hairpins, combs, flowers, and sparrows.

She casually leaned back in her rocking chair beside the stone table, her phoenix eyes fixed on the three characters "Xu," "Dong," and "Shi" flowing in Xu Zangze's hand.

"The Three Apertures Law is the treasure of our alliance, and it can only be used in life-or-death situations."

The winds and waves at Fengxin Tower are calm and peaceful; where could there be a crisis?

"Xu Zangze, you'd better come up with a reason that will satisfy both me and Fellow Daoist Shi Kui."

Shi Kui was a burly man, his brown, tight-fitting clothes covered with rock patterns that converged to form a series of mountains.

He patted his palm, which was the size of a palm-leaf fan, lightly, attracting the attention of Xu and Dong.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you should give me an explanation."

He said meaningfully, "Although Fang Yi is one of the Six Palaces True Man, and he defeated Ao Peng..."

But it's not worth it for Fellow Daoist Xu to suppress everything!
If Fang Yi is defeated and flees the ancient city, suffering a great loss of vitality, he still has Xuan Yang Mountain as a reserve to maintain his cultivation foundation.

If the Zoroastrian Church were to drive it away, what would happen to your Wind Herald Tower?

What will become of your two-hundred-year-old legacy?

Dong Yunge sat up, her phoenix eyes slightly furrowed, and asked in confusion:

"Are you ready to put all your strength into betting on Fang Yi?"
Even if Qingyangzi defeats Ao Peng, there is still Luo Yuzhou of the Zoroastrian sect.

"I have news from the Jade Palace: Yang Xu's cultivation has greatly increased; he has refined a top-tier treasure flame and is already halfway to the Nascent Soul stage."

She sighed and said earnestly.

“I know that Fellow Daoist Cangze cares about the ranking among the three apertures, but this is nothing more than a battle of egos.”

The title of the Three Aperture True Man can be ceded to fellow Daoists.

We, the True Immortals of the Three Apertures, have risen from humble beginnings through hard work and struggle; let us not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains.”

Xu Zangze's face was tense, his eyes were slightly closed, and then he suddenly opened them wide.

"My mind is made up. In accordance with the Three Apertures Spiritual Contract, I will return Qingyun Ge and Fellow Daoist Shi to mobilize the cultivators."

"I will fill brothels, trade fairs, and casinos with this news within a single day."

He spread his five fingers and pushed the slightly wrinkled blue pages in front of the two of them.

"Ok?"

"what?"

Dong Yunge's phoenix eyes swept over Qingye, and she subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

"In the battle of Huojin Lake, Qingyangzi Fang Yi killed Ao Peng in an instant, and then killed Zheng Laogui, who was in the late stage of Core Formation."

In addition, traces of the dojo can be seen.
Qingyangzi has gone mad, and Zangze, are you following him too?

Huitong Mall gathers cultivators from all directions, including more than ten Grand Masters.

There are many master-level figures who have refined their natal hexagrams and reached the upper level of the third rank in the art of divination.

Shi Kui brushed his large, five-fingered palm-leaf fan across the blue pages, staring at the tiny characters, his brow furrowing in a frown.

"Zang Ze, are you crazy?"
Are you willing to sacrifice two hundred years of reputation for Fang Yi's falsehoods?

Yes!
He was the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain, and he killed a Grandmaster while only at the mid-stage of Core Formation. He was ruthless and vicious.

But that only relies on external things.

"My mind is made up!" Xu Zangze said resolutely, his face stern and his eyes deep.

"My mind is made up on this matter; I humbly request your assistance, fellow Daoists."

"Hmph!" Dong Yunge snorted coldly, dissatisfied. Accompanied by the sound of silver bells, she transformed into a black and yellow light and left.

Her voice lingered: "I will not go back on my word on this matter... but Xu Zangze, you have become possessed!"

Shi Kui shook his head slightly and placed the blue page on the sandalwood table: "I will abide by the Three Apertures Alliance."

However, the backlash from the word-of-mouth was enough to destroy the business of Fengxin Tower.

Fellow Daoist Xu, are you really going to insist on going your own way in this matter…?

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The building was completely silent.

Xu Zangze's facial muscles were tense, and he was also uncertain in his heart. This was a matter that had suppressed his reputation, which he had built up over two hundred years since he formed his core.
If it fails.
No, it will inevitably fail!

Can he accept such a loss?

'I'll give it my all!'
With Master Fang Yi making a move, he wouldn't ruin his own reputation.

"call!"

He exhaled a breath of stale air and said resolutely, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Shi Kui."

My mind is made up!

"You blockhead!" Shi Kui said with displeasure, then turned and left.

“The Dong girl is right, you have been possessed by a demon.”

"I will ask Fellow Daoist Sekong to spread what is written on this page."

As a third-tier master of the Heavenly Mystery Dao, his words were enough to convince 99% of the cultivators in Huitong City.

The rest depends on whether Fang Yi has such ability.”

Watching Shi Kui leave, Xu Zangze stroked his mustache and murmured softly.

He was also uneasy, but he still gritted his teeth and spoke.

"I cannot be mistaken."

Changqing Prefecture.

Quiet room.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the altar, his essence blood rising from the Yuan Yu Furnace and being continuously refined.

"Ok?"

"It's begun!" "One statue!"

"Two!"

In his eyes, the six-pointed plum blossoms in the cold wind swirled and changed, their shapes shifting like the numbers on a coin.

"Two divination masters who have refined their natal hexagrams have made their move."
One a place imbued with the pure essence of Buddhism, the other as deep and cold as a bottomless abyss. Huitong City truly lives up to its reputation as a sacred ground for independent cultivators; it is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide.

"Hey, go ahead and check."

These are all the truth.

Fang Yi suppressed the plum blossom mark that instinctively wanted to retaliate, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Edict!"

Spring
Summer
autumn harvest
冬藏
The Dao Image: As the four seasons change, the four colors of spiritual light—green, red, yellow, and white—transform into a millstone, constantly refining and tempering the essence and blood.

As the Four-Nine Mystic Arts circulated, Fang Yi's muscles and bones resonated, the silver phoenix pattern completely merging into his marrow, and his skin radiated a shimmering, precious light.

"boom!"

The fiery blood energy transformed into smoke and soared into the sky, only to be blocked by the Azure Lotus Banner.

"As the water naturally flows, the path of body refinement reaches the sixth level of the Core Formation."

He took out a pill bottle from his sleeve and poured out another pill the size of a longan, which sent a chill through him.

"Gurgle!"

Fang Yi's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the newly made Winter Charm Elixir.

"Buzz!"

The Yuan Yu Furnace trembled, and scenes of fishing, woodcutting, farming, and reading flowed through the air. A continuous stream of essence and blood rose up and was refined by Fang Yi, transforming into his foundation.
His still unstable sixth-level Core Formation cultivation level quickly stabilized and continued to rise.
evening.

The Grand Casino was filled with decadent music, and beautiful women swayed like water snakes.

The sounds of groans, cheers, and the clatter of dice mingled together, creating a scene of decadent indulgence.

The top floor of the gambling den.

"Fang Yi is actually like this?"

A ray of silver light formed a curtain, isolating the noise from the gambling den.

"Whoosh!"

Master Zisu of Medicine King Valley, dressed in hemp clothing with calloused fingers, held a brown spirit hoe, resembling an old farmer by the field.
He looked at the monk beside him, who was wearing a bright red robe and turning prayer beads in his hand.

Is what you say true, fellow Daoist?

Thinking of the favors owed for crafting the Demon-Subduing Robe, and the results of divination at the Fire Gold Lake, Sekong opened her mouth slightly.

"The monk used the Minor Constellation Method to perform divination, supplemented by information obtained from Shi Kui."

In the battle of Huojin Lake, the Fire Worship Cult lured Fang Yi out of the city with the Cold Jade Marrow Heart.

Then, a Great Corpse King, Devouring Spirit Child, and Old Ghost Zheng joined forces to help, together with Ao Peng, to besiege and kill Qingyangzi Fang Yi.

Ao Peng was killed in one blow without any resistance. Afterwards, Zheng Laogui didn't last even a quarter of an hour, and was also killed by Fang Yi.

"It was Qingyangzi Fang Yi, not some Nascent Soul seed who made the move?!" Zisu confirmed.

He had been observing the battle at the Ao Family's Jade Marrow Garden, but Fang Yi lacked that kind of background.

"Yes!" Sekong twirled his prayer beads and gave a deep, approving reply.

"The monk Sekong is joking!"

Zisu suddenly stood up, a wisp of energy leaked out, the fragrance of grains flowed, the wood element deeply cultivated and sprouted, transforming into golden waves of wheat that pressed down.

"I spent a stone of Yaksha Spirit Rice to ask you, fellow Daoist, to divine the secrets of heaven and calculate the cause and reason of the matter involving Fang Yi and Ao Peng."

Such a high price cannot be paid based on your nonsense!

"Om!"

A Buddhist pattern flowed across the Demon-Subduing Kasaya, and layers of Taoist charm transformed into a golden lotus, supporting the wheat waves of the Wood Element.

"This is the result of my divination," said Sekong, his eyes lowered, surrounded by sandalwood incense, as a storage bag was pushed onto the table.

"If Fellow Daoist Zisu does not agree with this matter, you may retrieve the Yaksha Spirit Rice."

"How is that possible?!"

That's a dojo!
It is neither a Dharma domain nor a nascent temple.

Zisu looked irritated and paced back and forth. Coming from a major Nascent Soul sect, he knew what a Dao field was and its power.
"Only when the Dharma Domain transforms into a Dao Field, possessing the ability to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, can it be the beginning of the Nascent Soul Path."

The sheer volume of magical power required to power a Taoist temple would consume is immense, a foundation even a Grand Master at the seventh or eighth level of the Core Formation stage would lack.

How could Fang Yi, a mere sixth-level Core Formation cultivator, have such an opportunity?
And where did this accumulation come from?

Zisu frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then took a step to leave the Medicine King Valley.

"Is it using some kind of supernatural power to conceal or alter the flow of Qi?"

at the same time.

[Yuan Kong Mansion] The Demonic Cultivator Great Master Devouring Soul also put down the Image Retention Bead in his hand.

He looked at his disciples kneeling on the ground and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yu Lingzi, are you sure the Xuan Yin Divine Number divination will yield this result?"

Fang Yi killed Ao Peng with a single blow?!

The gray-robed master was emaciated and prostrated himself on the ground. "This disciple swears by my very soul that this is the result calculated by my Uncle-Master Ghost Armor using the Six Yin Divine Numbers."

"Oh!

"Impressive skill!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Devouring Souls' lips, his eyes darkening as he gazed at the Changqing Mansion, teeming with life, not far away.

"Hey, even if the Xuan Yang Mountain's Tian Quezi has passed away, and the newly promoted Tianji lineage successor You Xishan has profound divination skills, he shouldn't be able to hide it from Gui Jia's [Six Yin Divine Numbers]."

Who is this mastermind who has intervened to conceal and alter the secrets of heaven?

"Yu Lingzi, please deliver a formal letter of greeting to Changqing Prefecture on my behalf."

A jade slip slipped from his sleeve as he murmured, "I have no enmity with Fang Yi, and we even have a slight connection."
What are these two old Zoroastrians thinking about this matter?

"It's better to believe that Fang Yi killed Ao Peng with one blow than to believe that Fang Yi's cultivation has reached the peak of Core Formation and he has embarked on the path to Nascent Soul."
If you don't believe me?

What should be done about Zoroastrianism?

The Miao people, known for their witchcraft and sorcery, [Golden Cicada Cave].

Inside the Gu cellar, numerous insects, including gray-shelled centipedes, red-bearded blood toads, and purple-striped scorpions, wriggled and rolled about.

"squeak!"

A cicada the size of a palm returned from Fire Gold Lake, falling from the sky, and was picked up by a slender, delicate hand.

Miao Man Niangniang probed the cicada with her divine sense, and after a few breaths, she frowned slightly.

"Is there something wrong with this cicada?"

That shouldn't be happening!

The cicada, having been supported by the immortals of my Miao family for generations, finally attained the supernatural power of "Autumn Wind Awakening".

Their sensitivity to Qi is no less than that of a True Person who has condensed their natal trigram.

But how could this have happened?

"Ao Peng did not last a single breath under Fang Yi's attack?"
That's Qingyangzi Fang Yi, not the Nascent Soul True Monarch Chi Mei of Xuanyang Mountain!

She put away the golden cicada and looked down at the Crimson Pavilion.

"Fellow Daoists of the Zoroastrian Cult, what are the results of your investigation?"

【Lijin Tower】

A three-legged, two-eared ancient cauldron hung high, enveloped in true fire, and three Hunyuan pills gradually took shape.

"Oh!"

The precious pill exploded, turning into wisps of medicinal fragrance that rose into the air.

Ignoring the pain in his heart, the rogue cultivator Yan Wuwo gripped a jade talisman tightly.

"Fang Yi killed Ao Peng in a single breath?"

With a Daoist temple by your side, how can you step into the Nascent Soul stage?
Has Shi Kui lost his mind?!

Chidan Pavilion.

Maple branches sway and gather in groups of three or five, transforming into fiery red maple spirits.

Yang Xu looked at the three cultivators who were bowing and kneeling, his face showing dissatisfaction.

"Is this the result you got from going to Fire Gold Lake?"

Fang Yi, a cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage, killed a Grand True Person protected by the Garan Relic Pagoda in just one breath?

"You do not know what a Garan Relic Pagoda is."

What constitutes a Great Master?!

"And a new temple has been established!"

"Why not mention that Fang Yi broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and attained the position of True Monarch?!"

(End of this chapter)