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

Chapter 948 Old Friends and Enemies, Showing Their Brilliance (5200+ words)

Fang Yi wore a jade crown and a blue robe, his aura as deep and ancient as a tree, surrounded by a withered Daoist charm, as still and majestic as a mountain.

He swept his gaze across the southwest corner of the cave, where a chill gathered and transformed into an ice cave. Shen Che's face turned pale, and his body was frozen by the icy cold.

"What a pity."

It remains to be seen whether Qing Tang will achieve her goals at this major trade fair.
The successor of the Celestial Transformation Technique, who possesses the legendary skill of forming a elixir, is a potential Great True Person.

She actually developed genuine feelings for Shen Che, this seemingly ordinary man?

Inside the ice cave, a jade bed floats in the air, and a jade pot carved with Scrophularia and Ganoderma lucidum hangs high, its body tilted.

"Whoosh!"

The turquoise liquid from the spout dripped like water from the eaves into Shen Che's pale mouth.

"Shen Lang.
One hundred and seventy-six years ago, you and I joined Xuanyang Mountain together.

As time passed, they watched over and helped each other, cultivating Qi, building foundations, and forming the Golden Core, eventually becoming Golden Core True Immortals and enjoying a lifespan of five hundred years.

A young girl with long, flowing black hair, draped in a flowing, feathery robe, her exposed skin gleaming with a subtle, jade-like glow, like green branches after rain, exuding a refreshing quality.

Xie Qingtang gently smoothed Shen Che's furrowed brows with her delicate hand, recalling every little detail of their time together.

"Unfortunately, he did not live long and his fate was difficult. I thought that after the primordial yang energy was harmonized, the lovers would finally be able to get married."

A sigh escaped softly. "Shen Che, why are you so good to me?"
With your talent, if it weren't for searching for the Ice Soul Seed to repair my foundation, you wouldn't have ended up like this.

The true core trembled, and the soul was severely injured…

She sighed softly, gazing at the golden mist gathering in the center of the ancient city, transforming into a magnificent cloud platform.

"I hope my wish can be fulfilled."

The Master Brother's spiritual healing skills are astonishing, yet even so, he could only keep your life force intact and prevent your true core from collapsing.

[Fire Element Golden Marrow].
"As long as you can acquire this Fire Element Dao artifact, it will be enough to heal your injuries and awaken you from your coma."

"Boom!"

The majestic ancient city trembled, twelve gilded clouds rolled and transformed into stone pillars, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and jewels descended from the sky, their splendor overwhelming.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The melodious chimes resonated, cleansing the soul; the clear, melodious bamboo flute sounded, and graceful celestial maidens danced with flowing sleeves.

An ancient altar appeared, its five colors of light—blue, red, black, yellow, and gold—shining brilliantly like stars embedded in golden clouds.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Steady footsteps emerged from the jade palace, accompanied by the soft chirping of bluebirds.

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 rising and falling Core Formation Qi in the city, he narrowed his eyes slightly, flicked his sleeves, and his robes rustled loudly.

"Fellow Daoists, please!"

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The ancient city's cultivators were speechless, staring in astonishment at the altar inlaid with jewels, glass, and tridacna shells.

"What a grand gesture!" In the winding alley, the young man in the gray robe looked at the golden light falling from the sky, reached out and grasped a necklace, its warmth seeping through his skin.

"Is it a real spirit, or a phantom?"

"Is this the Four Seas Merchant Alliance?" A Core Formation cultivator, wearing a Confucian hat and holding a scroll, who had traveled dozens of miles to reach the alliance, exclaimed in a low voice.
"Hiss, there was no such spiritual object appearing at the start of the grand trade fair before the Jiazi year."

What is it about this severe cold wave that has prompted the Four Seas Business Alliance to invest so heavily?

"Buzz!"

A myriad of precious lights—blue, red, black, white, and gray—rose up, and the immortals who had gathered from the icy plains each unleashed their unique abilities.

One!
Ten!

One hundred!

In a short while, cultivators, some wearing Confucian robes, some carrying magic swords, and some riding jade boats, all took their seats on the Dharma platform.

"clatter!"

Xu Zangze, dressed in a golden robe and stroking his mustache, gazed at the seventeen ancient and simple altars at the very center.

On the altar, a winding stream flows, and on the jade table, rare and exotic fruits and fine spirit wines are neatly arranged.

A tall and handsome young man and a graceful female cultivator stood with their hands at their sides, waiting for the arrival of the important figure.

"These are the most elite cultivators of the Grand Trade Fair; only they are qualified to compete for the seven most important treasures."

"yes!
We real people are merely supporting characters; without becoming true masters, we will never truly stand out in the Huitong Mall.

A clear, melodious female voice murmured softly, her headdress wrapped in brown linen, her full temples adorned with exquisitely crafted silver hairpins, combs, flowers, and sparrows.

She wore a hollowed-out ruyi lock around her neck, her belt was fastened with a silver buckle, and a twisted bracelet with insect patterns was visible when she raised her hand.

"Hey, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Cangze to have such a good opportunity." Dong Yunge glanced at the middle-aged man in brocade robes, who looked radiant, and felt envious.

She subconsciously lowered her voice: "How did you confirm that Fang Yi killed Ao Peng in one breath?"
The monk Sekong owed Master Shikui a favor, but he shouldn't have asked for it in such a way. If other divination masters had yielded different results...
That would be destroying a reputation built up over two hundred years.

"This..." Xu Zangze smiled bitterly, spreading his hands helplessly, "I also don't know why Master Sekong would exert such great effort."

"Fine, then don't tell me." Dong Yunge frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied. She had spent seven Core Formation cultivators to leave a favor in order to spread the news of "Killing Ao Peng in One Breath".

Xu Zangze is actually trying to hide things from her?!

"Hey, it's normal that Zang Ze doesn't know." A gray light descended from the altar, and the burly Shi Kui landed on the altar.

His eyes reflected Xu Zangze's figure, and he said enviously, "What a coincidence that you've managed to climb up to Qingyangzi Fang Yi, such a powerful backer."

Shi Kui turned his head and looked at the puzzled Dong Yunge.

"Not only the monk Sekong who owes me a favor, but also the Ghost Armor Old Demon who is skilled in the Six Yin Divine Arts, and the Miao barbarians of the Witchcraft Miao Clan."
News also spread within the Crimson Pill Pavilion, confirming that Fang Yi had killed Ao Peng in a single breath.

This couldn't possibly be Zang Ze's work; only…

His eyes narrowed slightly, like a dozing ferocious beast, as he pointed lightly at Changqing Mansion.

"I don't know how that person managed to make it so convincing that these great diviners' predictions came to the same conclusion."

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Dong Yunge's expression froze, and she said in disbelief, "How is this possible!"

If Fang Yi truly possessed such power, the Zoroastrian White Cicada would have already led the [Light Child] to attack his door.

Even if they were wary of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, they couldn't allow such a talented hero to grow unchecked.

She murmured softly, subconsciously denying, "Two hundred years ago, Bai Su was incredibly talented, arguably the number one rogue cultivator in a thousand years, only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Nascent Soul True Monarch."

Ultimately, outnumbered, he was forcibly destroyed by several Zoroastrian Grand Masters who risked their lives.

“But that’s just how it is.” Shi Kui looked at Xu Zangze, and even though he was calm and composed, he couldn’t help but feel envious.

"These past six months have been peaceful; you should know the implications of that, Yun Ge."

Dong Yunge understood instantly and murmured to himself:

"It's not true that Fang Yi killed Ao Peng in an instant, but Gui Jia, Se Kong, Zhao Huai of the Fire Worship Cult and others confirmed it."

Hey, mistaking the fake for the real is actually more intimidating, but it's not enough to provoke those Zoroastrian lunatics.

She gave Xu Zangze a deep look. "It's truly fortunate that you've encountered such a perfectly timed backer, Xu Zangze."

"Perfectly timed," Shi Kui shook his head slightly, this was what he envied.

Despite his humble origins as a rogue cultivator, he possesses keen insight, and he has no shortage of powerful backers, even close friends.

Among the Three Aperture True Men, he has the deepest foundation and the highest cultivation.

But it was just right.
If Fang Yi were to become even stronger, the Zoroastrian Church would no longer be able to disregard the Four Seas Merchant Alliance.

If they are slightly weaker, they are not enough to be a reliable support.

This kind of restraint, this deep and mysterious aura, is the most appropriate way to instill fear without drawing Xu Zangze into the conflict between the two religions.

"Hehe." Xu Zangze's lips curled up involuntarily. "A perfectly timed backer."
"If I were to become the head of the Three Aperture True Men in the future, I would be disrespectful to refuse."

"What a disgrace!" Dong Yunge curled her lip.

Shi Kui shook his head, looking helpless.

Xu Zangze went all out, and later, during the great cold wave, some businesses that couldn't sell spiritual items were able to do so with Fang Yi as their backer.

It can be done now!

Information that was previously unsellable can now be sold...

"They're here!" He was invigorated and looked at the seventeen most central altars.

"Hehehe, this is quite a lively scene."

Ghostly energy spread, and wisps of yin energy spread, transforming into a black jade rainbow bridge that landed on the altar.

"The Great Master Yin Gui?" Xu Zangze said in a low voice. "The Western Jue Prefecture of the Great Yu Dynasty is 1.2 million li away from the Ten Thousand Li Ice Plain, and he actually came here too."

“It’s not just sinister,” Dong Yunge said, pointing to a graceful figure in the clouds.

"Splash!"

Pink clouds spread, condensing into enchanting peonies. The pink peonies grew like fairies descending to earth, accompanied by a constant stream of melodious music.

A graceful figure, clad in a flowing, flowing dress and red-sleeved shoes, landed on the altar.

"The Supreme Elder of the Chi Nu Sect, Lady Yun Dan?" Shi Kui asked in a low voice. "This lineage of Daoist masters has been unbroken for over 1,700 years, with a profound foundation."

"And that one!" Dong Yunge looked wary as he gazed at the insects gathering in the southwest corner, forming a cloud of them, where a gaunt old man with a Gu bag hanging from his waist stood.

With each step he landed, several purple jade scorpions transformed into jade platforms, lifting the old man up.

"The Great Master of the Left Path, Yuan Shizi!"

"Hey! The Four Seas Merchant Alliance is still so friendly and prosperous. Do you think a mere Core Formation junior is worthy of being ranked alongside us?"

The three True Immortals, Yuan Shizi, Yun Dan Niangniang, and Yin Gui, exchanged glances.

"boom!"

A vast and powerful energy surged forth, and purple, pink, and gray spiritual lights soared into the sky.

The hundred or so altars for forming the Golden Core, nestled amidst the endless golden clouds, were pressed down by a full hundred feet.

Clang! The platform trembled, and Xu Zangze's expression changed slightly. "How domineering!"

"This is a show of force, a warning to us not to get involved in the battle for the final treasure."

Dong Yunge's eyes were filled with envy, and her red lips parted slightly. "The Great True Person's three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have been refined once again, forming the prototype of the Daoist temple. This is worlds apart from cultivators below the Great True Person level."

Only by reaching the realm of a Great True Person can one secure a place in the Great Yu Dynasty.

Yu Xi lowered his eyes, looking at the hundred or so Core Formation cultivators who showed dissatisfaction but dared not speak.

Seeing that no one was hurt, he half-closed his eyes and did not make a move to stop them.

He pointed at Liu Jing, who was half a step behind, and whispered instructions:
"Our Four Seas Business Alliance prospers through harmony, but the benefits brought by a Great True Person are ten times greater than those of an ordinary Core Formation cultivator."

Merchants also have different values.

"Buzz!" A moment later, a radiant light rose from the sky, and the monk Sekong appeared with a compassionate expression, wearing a bright red kasaya, and turning a sandalwood bead in his hand.

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the scattered cultivators on the altar, paused briefly at Shi Kui, and nodded in acknowledgment.

He immediately roared like a lion.

"Om!"

The Buddha's light flowed and transformed into a golden lotus that enveloped the Dharma platform, isolating the fierce and imposing aura of the Great Immortal.

The shimmering light of the Buddha's light mingled with the dazzling peonies, the dark and ghostly sea, and the ethereal clouds of insects, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Sekong clasped his hands together and bowed slightly. "Gentlemen, this monk greets you."

"Hey!

"The monk Sekong is still so indecisive." A ghostly figure swept past, and the Ghost Armor True Man, clad in a gray-silver robe, landed.

With his triangular eyes slanted, he swept his gaze over the body enveloped in a shimmering, radiant light, and then clapped his five fingers together.

"boom!"

The six mysterious yin energies of Xuan Yin, Shao Yin, Ji Yin, and Chun Yin emerge, rotating the Netherworld hexagrams and opening up the rudimentary form of a Daoist temple.

"Five Great True Immortals have arrived." The Core Formation Platform rose again, and someone spoke.

"Could it be that the seventeen Dharma platforms can truly be filled with Great Masters?"

"Clang!"

The sword flashed and clanged, its energy transforming into a long river.

Li Kong stood tall and elegant, holding a seven-foot-long sword in his arms. His faded Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the aura of a great master flowed around him.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Senior Brother Junhuai, please!"

Junhuai Jianzi has a tall and straight figure, like a proud pine tree.

"Hanging sword on Mount Junhua".

The seven-foot-long sword on his back trembled, the sword was a foot away from its sheath, and the cold light on the blade was piercing.

"Clang!"

A streak of pure white sword energy slashed out, tearing apart the bewitching peony, the glazed Buddha light, and the dark ghost realm.
"Hmph!" Ghost Armor snorted coldly, looking at Junhuai and Li Kong with apprehension.

"When the cold wave hits, all sorts of monsters and demons are brought out."

For the next half hour, exclamations of surprise could be heard intermittently.

"Yu Yuan Sect's wine swindler?"

"The List of Beauties: Fairy Wu Hui of the Su Nu Sect?"

"The descendant of the Green Wood Palace, the Great Master Wumu of the Green King Hall."

"..."

Until the bright moon hangs high, casting its silvery light, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

Of the seventeen Dharma platforms, only three remain empty. The remaining platforms are either surrounded by eerie and ghostly auras, or shrouded in mysterious divination symbols, or filled with the sounds of Buddhist chanting and light.
unorthodox practices, demonic cultivation, and wandering practitioners
Fourteen Great True Immortals, disciples of major Nascent Soul sects such as Xuanjian Mountain and Su Nu Sect, took their seats.

“Interesting.” Ghost Armor lowered his triangular eyes, first scanning the Hundred Herbs Garden, then landing on the Crimson Pill Pavilion and the Evergreen Mansion.

He stroked the teacup in his hand and began to speak with great interest.

"Huitong Ancient City is managed by the Four Seas Merchant Alliance. Yaowang Valley, Xuanyang Mountain, and the Fire Worship Sect occupy one of the six blessed lands in the city and share the benefits."

Therefore, these three masters were the final figures, but the Fire Worship Sect had previously suffered a great loss at the hands of Qingyangzi, the leader of Xuan Yang Mountain.

"If I remember correctly, Fang Yi of Changqing Prefecture is only at the sixth level of Core Formation, and he can only fight against a Grand Master by relying on two spirit puppets."

Within the gilded sword domain, Junhuai Sword Master, his robes fluttering, gazed at Changqing Mansion, his mind racing.

Yin Yue of the Hehuan Sect has recently changed her tune. According to reports from her spies, Yu Ji seems to have feelings for Fang Yi.

The path to Nascent Soul completion requires a vast amount of spiritual objects to nourish the foundation and generate Daoist charm.

This Yin Yue is incredibly wealthy; I will absolutely not allow her fortune to slip away!

'Yu Ji is also in Huitong Ancient City; I will definitely let her witness my magnificence.'

Changqing Prefecture.

Gazing upon the dazzling stars atop the Jade Palace, the Great Masters, unrestrained and elegant, each established the rudiments of their own Daoist temples.

The shimmering light of Buddha's light flowed, the bewitching peonies vied for attention, the dark and ghostly sea churned, and gilded sword light occasionally slashed down.
"His aura is like an abyss, his magical power like the sea, unfathomable!"

Li Heng's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the vast ocean around him swirled with currents. "Any one of these fourteen Great Immortals could easily kill me with a single casual strike."

"This is the Great Master!" Qin Yu exclaimed, his eyes filled with longing as he donned a black brocade robe.

"This grand gathering of the Four Seas Business Alliance is not a place where ordinary Grandmasters can stand."

A clear and melodious sound rang out, like the wind blowing a bamboo flute, cleansing the soul.

"Master?"

"Disciple Qin Yu greets Master!"

"Disciple Li Heng greets Master!"

"Ah."

Fang Yi nodded to the two disciples, then gently lifted them up with his five fingers, using a soft, supportive force.

He gazed at the fourteen Dharma platforms, at the familiar and unfamiliar Great Masters.

"Li Wu Hui of the Su Nu Sect, Jun Huai Jian Zi of Xuan Jian Mountain, the monk Se Kong who has entered the third rank of the Heavenly Mystery Path, and the Ghost Armor Old Demon."
There is also the lineage of the Green Wood Palace, and the Great Master Wumu of the Green King Hall.

He stood tall and elegant, his blue robes billowing in the wind, feeling the prying, curious, and even hateful gazes emanating from the altar.
"Are you waiting to see me make a fool of myself?"

"It's almost time; it's my turn to make my appearance!"

Fang Yi took a step forward, and strands of Daoist energy gathered, transforming into a blue rainbow bridge that rose from Changqing Mansion.

The rainbow bridge descends upon the final three altars, where the fragrance of herbs wafts, the green tide rolls in, and one can vaguely see ginseng children playing, sesame horses laughing, and five-colored lotus flowers swaying.

"Humph!"

As if prepared in advance, the black tide spread, with icy coldness and fiery intent flowing, crushing down towards the verdant rainbow bridge.

"boom!"

The Rainbow Bridge trembled, the horse was torn apart, and the five-colored lotus light dimmed.

Yang Xu was draped in a cloud-like robe, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, with black flames transforming into lotuses beneath his feet.

He looked at Changqing Mansion with a mocking gaze. "With insufficient cultivation, even the rudimentary form of a Daoist temple cannot be condensed."

Qingyangzi, why don't you retreat back into your tortoise shell and cultivate properly instead of making a fool of yourself here?

Fang Yi, you have unjustly disgraced the Crimson Eyebrow True Lord!

"interesting!"

"The Zoroastrians really did clash at Xuan Yang Mountain!"

“Huitong Mall does not allow magical duels, so Yang Xu has found a good opportunity.”

"I remember Fang Yi is not a Grand Master."

Of the fourteen Great Masters present, none were ruthless characters who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and none of them were afraid of Xuan Yang Mountain or the Fire Worship Sect.

All eyes turned to the suppressed Rainbow Bridge in Changqing Mansion, some with curiosity, others with anticipation.

"Oh!

No need for Fellow Daoist Yang Xu to worry.

The blue light dimmed, and as Fang Yi gazed at the trembling Rainbow Bridge, a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"From this day forward, I officially enter the eyes of all cultivators of the Great Yu."

He pointed with his long, slender index finger, and a hazy, dim mist swirled around him.

"boom!"

An ancient tree rises from the altar, its withered yellow branches waving as if it might die at any moment.

But even on such an ancient tree, leaves would fall from time to time, much to the astonishment of the assembled masters.

"Whoosh!"

The ancient tree branches swayed gently, exuding a sense of decay, corruption, and withering, and a hazy, nascent Taoist aura permeated the air, revealing the beginnings of a dimly lit Taoist temple.

"boom!"

The yin energy hangs low, the Zen trembles dimly, and the Xuan Yin hexagram trembles.

The monk Sekong's crimson robe was adorned with flowing Buddhist patterns, and his prayer beads twirled in his hand. "Such profound knowledge?"

Looking at the dimly lit, nascent Daoist temple, the cunning and treacherous Grand Master said in disbelief, "How is this possible? A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator can actually outmaneuver me?"
I have cultivated for 457 years, and even though I come from a major Nascent Soul sect, Fang Yi is only at the sixth level of Core Formation.
It's not easy to form the initial stage of a sixth-level Core Formation cultivation ground; where did he get such a foundation?!

Lady Yundan, with her graceful figure, held a bewitching peony in her hand, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed:

"The person Yin Yue values?"

That lowly maid is just relying on her good fortune; she's hit the jackpot again.

Damn that lucky spirit!

Her eyes darted around, considering whether the beautiful female cultivators in the sect might be a potential candidate to poach someone from the sect.

"The Way of Withered Wood?!" Yang Xu's expression was solemn as he looked at Fang Yi, who stood with his hands behind his back and slowly walked across the Rainbow Bridge.

"Your foundation in cultivating the path of spiritual healing, Qingyangzi, is actually the path of withered wood!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeve and sat cross-legged on the futon, ignoring the gazes that were filled with fear, surprise, or strangeness.

He glanced at the Medicine King Valley Master Zisu, who had somehow appeared on the Dharma platform, and nodded slightly.

His gaze immediately fell upon the imperial seal, and he spoke under Yang Xu's fiery glare:
"Brother Yu Xi, this grand trade fair must not be disrupted by mere Tom, Dick, or Harry."

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang is not at a disadvantage."

Yu Xi pinched the bridge of his nose, glanced at the seventeen Great Immortals on the altar, and the golden bell in his hand rang.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

A Pixiu treasure basin descended, its rim adorned with ingots, green coins, silver coins, and jade, gleaming with precious stones.

"As usual, this trade fair will be hosted by our Sihai Business Alliance."

Inferior goods cannot be passed off as superior ones!

It cannot be mistaken for the real thing!

If any of you fellow cultivators lack spirit stones, you may toss your spiritual items into the treasure basin, and I will surely provide them with spirit stones.

With a flick of the jade seal's fingertip, a cage covered in legal restrictions rose up, and a crimson tortoise roared to the sky.

"Roar!" A fierce roar resounded, shaking the surrounding area for miles.

"I'll start by offering a preliminary item: the first item up for auction, a mid-grade, third-tier demonic beast, the Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle."

(End of this chapter)