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

Chapter 949 Tempting Spiritual Objects, The Legacy of the Green Wood (5300+ words)

On the black and white altar, Yang Xu, clad in a cloud-mist robe, swept his gaze over the powerful, crimson-armored cloud-swallowing tortoise and exclaimed in admiration:
"Pure fire energy, wild demonic aura—a fine demonic beast!"

He immediately extended his index finger to cut off a wisp of withered energy flowing from Fang Yi, and probed into it with his divine sense.

"The Way of Withered Wood?"
However, this quality is not enough to kill Ao Peng.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, a jade axe surrounded by frost in his sleeve sent a wisp of black, icy flames falling.

"Among the Five Elements, fire overcomes wood. Let me see what your background is, Fang Yi."

Luo Yuzhou had a sallow complexion and sat in a corner of the altar. His exposed skin was covered with wrinkles, and he exuded an aura of decay.

To help Yang Xu advance further and continue the lineage of the [Ao Yan] sect, he was nearly exhausted.

"Junior Brother Yang truly possesses considerable talent in the Fire Path. I have not made a mistake in choosing him this time." He nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Still not giving up?"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the banners of the Void Realm in his dantian fluttered in the wind.

The spiritual light of the five elements—green, red, yellow, black, and white—emerged, driving the cycle of life and death.

The magic power withered away, and the verdant spiritual light was replaced by a dim, yellowish magic power.

Ancient trees wither and decay, and the essence of Taoism gathers amidst the decaying vegetation.

"Buzz!"

The hazy, yellowish Daoist aura solidified to three parts, drifting out from Fang Yi's fingertips, like a ribbon wrapped around black breath and ice flames.

"Buzz!"

The dark flames blazed brightly, and the Daoist principles of withered wood and yin fire fiercely clashed.

"Refine a near-fourth-tier treasure flame from the heart?"
No wonder Yang Xu remained so confident after the message "I can kill Ao Peng in one breath" was spread.
Following the same path as the Azure Serpent Heaven and Earth Furnace Method, Yang Xu unleashed a near-fourth-tier treasure flame, already taking a half-step onto the path of the Nascent Soul stage.

"The Dharma Domain is not far from being completely transformed into a Daoist temple..."

As he watched the dim, withered silk ribbon roll back inch by inch, a glint of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and a magic seal appeared in his sleeve.

Given the deep-seated hatred between Xuanyang Mountain and the Zoroastrianism, a battle between the two sides is inevitable.

The Zoroastrians were testing his foundation, but wasn't he also probing Yang Xu's foundation?

'Besides…'

His gaze fell upon Changqing Mansion, where several pseudo-core cultivators from Xuanyang Mountain looked up with anticipation at the altar beneath his feet.

'Moreover, my Uncle Hengyi has bribed some of his underlings who are not true cultivators.'

The ways of witchcraft are strange and dangerous, but they are also adept at winning against the strong with the weak. Even the Fire God of the Zoroastrian sect suffered a great loss.

I am unwilling to confront Zhang Hengyi, who is corrupted by the spirit of the ancient wood shaman, the ancestor of the Jumang tribe, because of my fellow cultivator, [Musheng].

It's still the same old story: "Wood grows" and "Wood withers" only need a brief clash...

Fang Yike has never forgotten the scene of the Great Master Guangsheng using the wooden sacrifice to unleash his great supernatural powers.

Even when the Corpse God Zisheng in his previous life burned his lifespan to unleash the Three Yin God-Slaying Technique, he was still a notch below him.

Moreover, he is only at the sixth level of Core Formation in this life.
If they win but fail to take Zhang Heng's life, they will gain nothing; if they lose, Wuji Peak will suffer a severe blow and heavy losses.

"Such a 'good thing' should be enjoyed by others."

As he murmured softly, magical power surged from his palm.
Spring is born in the sleeve, summer grows, autumn is harvested, and winter is stored away; the four seasons change and the Taoist rhythm flows.

'By refining the Winter Rhyme Elixir meticulously crafted by the two furnaces of Green Serpent, the foundation of the Dao of the changing seasons has been established, and I will no longer be stuck on the path of winter hibernation.'

After proceeding steadily and surely, this image can be fully consecrated, which will now satisfy Yang Xu's curiosity...

Fang Yi's blue robe fluttered in the wind, and with a flick of his sleeve, a wisp of pure white, frozen power descended upon him.

Ancient trees withered and decayed, and all things were frozen and dead.

The withered Daoist energy, which had been steadily declining, suddenly emitted a mysterious light, and the dim yellow ribbons fluttered like swimming dragons, endlessly battling with the black energy...

"With the rudimentary form of the withered and decaying Daoist temple now fully formed, Fang Yi's accumulation of such resources makes him a formidable figure in the region."

With this foundation, the withered wood can be continuously refined into a spiritual object, and within a hundred years it is hoped that it will completely shed its rudimentary form and lay the foundation for its Dao.

"Use this to refine your cultivation grounds and embark on the path to Nascent Soul."

Yang Xu's pupils swirled with crimson and white light as he used a mysterious pupil technique to peer into the accumulated essence beneath the withered Daoist aura.

"It seems that the main reason for Ao Peng's death was not Fang Yi, but rather that there was another plan behind it."

Either a great master from Xuanyang Mountain is providing support, or the Red-Eyebrowed True Lord has bestowed treasures upon them.

Hey, although Xuan Yang Mountain has a Nascent Soul True Monarch, Great True Men are rare. There are only three: Wu Hua from the main lineage of Xuan Yang, Zhang Hengyi from the Ancestral Hall, and You Xishan from the Wu Gengzi lineage.

As the sect leader, Fang Yi relied on the puppet's abilities, which were those of a Great True Person. Naturally, a Nascent Soul True Monarch would bestow upon him treasures.

He probed Fang Yi's foundation, nodded slightly, and a wisp of black icy flame fell from his fingertips, forcing back the dim yellow light inch by inch.

"The treasures bestowed by the True Lord are not limited to you, Fang Yi. In terms of resources, my Fire Worship Sect is many times greater than your Xuan Yang Mountain!"

With the arrival of the Great Cold, I do not believe you would willingly relinquish such a great opportunity.

"Once I leave Huitong City, hey, I'll use wood to start a fire, and I won't even pick and choose the path of withering wood..."

"boom!"

Gazing into the shimmering golden clouds, the dark flames and withered Daoist energy clashed concealed within...

With a flick of the jade seal and the star-studded crown, strands of azure-gold light cascaded down, drawing a line. It was fine for the Grand Masters to fight amongst themselves, as long as they didn't come to blows.

He then flicked his finger, and a talisman landed on the cage covered with the [Demon-Locking] spell.

The crimson-armored tortoise, as tall as a one-story building, exhaled clouds and mist; its dark eyes, the size of millstones, revealed a look of resentment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The giant tortoise roared intermittently, constantly ramming against the dark cage, its fierce aura soaring into the sky.

"Red-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle?"

"It's a Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle, a mid-grade third-tier creature?!"

"Turtle-type demonic beasts are naturally skilled in defensive arts. If they can be tamed and used as an aid, it would be of great benefit to even a Grand Master."

"I wonder if capturing this beast alive has damaged my very essence."

Amidst the golden clouds, a cacophony of voices arose from the scattered altars, as the immortals glanced at the clash between Fang Yi and Yang Xu, completely unconcerned.

It's just a power struggle between the great masters.

At any trade fair organized by the Four Seas Business Alliance, as long as it's high-class, this kind of behavior is common. People are already used to it, gathering in small groups and exchanging quiet conversations.

Above the seventeen most central altars, Buddha light flowed, catching the eyes of several great masters.

"The Four Seas Merchant Alliance truly lives up to its name; the warm-up items are quite extravagant." Ghost Armor, his thin body wrapped in a silver robe, had a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Seeing that the jade seal did not stop Fang Yi and Yang Xu from fighting, a wisp of mysterious yin energy emerged from his fingertip, transforming into a yin-yang hexagram, and rolled towards Monk Sekong.

"Amitabha!" Monk Sekong chanted the Buddha's name softly, his palms shimmering with starlight, not to be outdone.

"Buzz!" Starlight flowed and transformed into the spiritual forms of the heavens, the mysterious yin energy was continuous, and the yin and yang hexagrams changed.

The two highly skilled divination masters tested their knowledge and engaged in a lively debate.

Surrounded by pink clouds, the Supreme Lady Yundan of the Chinu Sect wore a flowing, fairy-like dress with wide sleeves and red-sleeved shoes, her figure graceful and elegant.

She held a vibrant peony in her delicate hand and parted her lips slightly.

"When one's cultivation reaches the level of a Great True Person, the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit merge, and one begins to explore the path of the Nascent Soul."

Aside from a few top-grade magic treasures and rare spiritual items, there are very few things that can enhance our combat power.

This crimson-armored cloud-swallowing tortoise clearly possesses cultivation at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage, and due to its bloodline inheritance, it excels in defensive techniques.

Her phoenix eyes turned slightly and landed on Fang Yi, who was locked in a fierce confrontation with Yang Xu, his robes fluttering as he activated the withered Daoist energy and the dark fire intent.

Because of Yin Yue's matter, she had clashed with Huang Guangsheng and suffered a great loss.

"If it were Da Yun, who was extremely vicious, he could be called a master-level True Person."

At most, a Great True Person could only defeat or even injure a demon king of this caliber.

"Capturing a master-level cultivator alive is far too difficult."

"Hey, in terms of True Immortals at the Sect Master level, Fang Yi of Xuan Yang Mountain is already the strongest in the Ten Thousand Mile Ice Plains."

For some unknown reason, the Soul Devourer, one of the six blessed lands, spoke up inexplicably.

"Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain?" A low murmur rang out from a corner of the gilded clouds.

"clang!"

A vibrant, verdant life flowed gently, and with a light tap of a vine cane, a Dharma platform floated to the side of the withered Daoist spirit.

A smile bloomed on Wu Mu's wrinkled face, and under Yang Xu's gloomy gaze, he pointed with his withered fingertips.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of life fell, transforming into a brown spiritual seed, its thick seed shell gleaming with jade light and cracking open.

Sprouting, branching, and growing leaves.
In the blink of an eye, the gnarled branches of an ancient tree swayed, brimming with vitality, outlining the phantom of a demon god clad in a robe of creation, holding a green wood pearl in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The demon god wore a robe of Yi wood, his face showing compassion, like an ancient green tree that had stood for thousands of years, through the passage of time and the changing of the seasons.

"Oh!"

The verdant energy surged in, evolving into a vibrant domain that isolated the dark fire and decaying Daoist essence.

A cold snort came from the Zoroastrian altar.

Yang Xu's gaze was gloomy as he looked at the old man who was wearing a Yi Wood Dharma Robe and holding a rattan staff.

"Old man, are you trying to interfere in my affairs?"

Wu Mu squinted, looking completely calm: "The auction is about to begin, fellow Daoist, you should keep quiet."

He then nodded slightly to Fang Yi, seemingly intending to befriend him.

Fang Yi's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded in return.

With a powerful master assisting him under the watchful eyes of the public, he would certainly not tarnish the reputation he had built up over two hundred years.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist!"

On the other hand, the collision between the glazed Buddha light and the six Yin profound energy gradually subsided.

The monk Sekong, draped in a bright red kasaya, paused as he twirled the sandalwood beads between his fingers, and then chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha.

Brother Guijia's progress in the [Six Yin Divine Calculation] is incredibly rapid.

He sensed the distorted faces and mournful wails of the spirits within the Yin-Yang hexagram, and a fleeting look of compassion crossed his eyes.

"With your natural talent, why take such an unorthodox path and use the soul of a cultivator to perform divination?"

"Survival of the fittest, that bald monk is still so hypocritically compassionate..."

Ghost Armor snorted coldly, his eyes savoring the Daoist principles emanating from the celestial stars, his silver robe billowing out the Xuan Yin energy. The Jade Seal, observing the clandestine clash among the crowd, nodded slightly to Li Wu Hui.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a smug look.

"good!
Not bad!

Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain and Yang Xu of the Fire Worship Cult, Gui Jia of the Heavenly Mystery Divination Cult and Se Kong, Lady Yun Dan and the Great True Man Yuan Shi Zi of the Insect and Gu Cult...

Even with rivals competing fiercely, the Grand Trade Fair will undoubtedly bring the Chamber of Commerce a great deal of benefits.

"However, it's time to get down to business."

He glanced at the northeast corner of the ancient city out of the corner of his eye, and made a grasping motion with his five fingers.

"Splash splash splash!"

The restrictions on the dark cage receded like a tide, and the fierce aura of the Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle and the primal aura soared into the sky, evolving into rolling crimson clouds and forming the prototype of a Daoist temple.

"Starting bid for the Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle: 10,000 spirit stones!"

"Only ten thousand spirit stones?"

The eyes of the cultivators present burned with excitement. Even though they knew it was just a preliminary attempt to attract attention and that the actual transaction would surely exceed ten thousand, the cultivators were still filled with fervor.

"Thirty thousand spirit stones!" Xu Zangze, relying on Fang Yi as his backer, was the first to raise the price.

Thirty-five thousand spirit stones!
"Fellow Daoist Eye Aperture is too stingy. Thirty thousand spirit stones is hardly the price of this Crimson Armor Fire-Swallowing Turtle!" On the azure altar, an old man holding a scroll and wearing a crown spoke.

"You old pedant, you're still as poor and stingy as ever." On the brown altar, the energy of the Earth element flowed, and a burly cultivator sneered in a low voice. "Forty thousand spirit stones!"

"Forty-five thousand spirit stones!"

"."

Bidding was incessant, and in the blink of an eye, the price had already climbed to 50,000 low-grade spirit stones.

Red altar.

Yang Xu held the teacup, feeling the scorching heat waves stirred up by the third-tier mid-grade demon beast, the Crimson Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle.

"As expected of the Four Seas Business Alliance, this move is truly astonishing."

Tortoise-type demonic beasts are naturally skilled in defense, and this Crimson Armored Cloud-Swallowing Tortoise is not far from breaking through to the next realm.

A demon king who has taken a half-step into the realm of a Great True Person is no less valuable than a top-grade magic weapon.

He took a sip of the spiritual tea and then offered his price.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones!"

"boom!"

This bid completely dispelled the idea of ​​the more than one hundred Core Formation cultivators who wanted to bid.

Even if a cultivator below the Great True Person level were to bring out all their magical treasures, spiritual objects, and talismans, having 100,000 spirit stones would still be considered a person of considerable wealth.

"One hundred and five thousand spirit stones." Lady Yundan pondered for a moment, and a wisp of pink spiritual light descended.

"One hundred and six thousand spirit stones!" Ghost Armor pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"110,000 spirit stones"

Bidding was incessant, with one Grand Master after another opening their mouths, offering either one thousand or two thousand spirit stones as a bid.

The Great Master Wumu of the Azure King Palace, clad in a robe of Yi wood, appeared old and frail, leaning on a vine cane. With every gesture, wisps of vitality gathered.

"112,000 spirit stones"

After casually adding a markup to his order, he squinted at Fang Yi.

His drooping eyelids concealed the occasional glint of light in his eyes.

Did Lu Xiaozi die at the hands of Fang Yi?
That cunning and treacherous old man suffered such a great loss for the first time since he began cultivating.

One hundred and five years ago, Master Tongteng's prediction was correct: the "Qingku Transformation Book" was born, but it was secretly intercepted.
It now appears that it has fallen into the hands of Xuanyang Mountain.

The old monster Tianque's move, revealing his mastery of fourth-order divination, was truly terrifying.

'The Sutra of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing!'
What a mysterious and legendary lineage, a divine inheritance!

If it weren't for the purpose of deduce this method, the palace wouldn't have suffered such a calamity over a thousand years ago.

Master Wumu glanced at Fang Yi from time to time, his mind racing.

'This Fang Yi cultivates the Way of Wood Withering, just like Lu Xiaozi, and has obtained three parts of the true meaning of the "Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing".'

If only…

Yang Xu frowned slightly, sensing a true flame within the Crimson Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle.

"A high-grade third-tier spirit fire?"
If it hadn't been captured by the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, this Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle might have easily broken through to the Great Demon King realm.

He hesitated for a moment, then a muffled thunderous sound shook the room, raising the bid by nearly 20,000 spirit stones, indicating his determination to win.

"130,000 spirit stones!"

Fellow Daoists, please give me some face.

Yu Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of fierceness passing through them. "Fellow Daoist Yang, you've gone too far!"
Our Sihai Business Alliance Auction has never used its power to oppress anyone!
"Are you trying to provoke me, fellow Daoist?!"

"Haha, I misspoke for a moment," Yang Xu said apologetically, bowing slightly.

His eyes were cold. As a seed of the Nascent Soul stage, Yu Zhao did not appear, and the mere Jade Seal alone could not suppress him.

"Humph!

This is a one-time exception; there will be no next time!

The jade seal could sense Yang Xu's intentions, and its eyes flashed with a sharp light. For some reason, it did not continue to reprimand him.

His gaze swept over the seventeen altars, and no one spoke, whether intimidated by Yang Xu or unwilling to offend the Zoroastrian Church for no reason.

"."

Ten breaths later, Yang Xu gazed at the Crimson Cloud Swallowing the Tortoise, determined to succeed.

With the help of the Black Breath Ice Flame, he is 80% confident that he can cultivate a Great Demon King.

Afterwards, whether it's vying for the opportunity of the Great Cold Wave or hunting down Fang Yi, they can save a lot of energy.

He urged, "Since no one is bidding on the item, Fellow Daoist Yu Xi should follow the old rules of the auction."

"Don't delay any longer!"

Yu Xi frowned, and seeing that none of the remaining seventeen altars spoke, he closed his eyes slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Xu is offering 130,000 spirit stones per time!"

On the withered wooden altar, Fang Yi's divine sense flowed, feeling the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner vibrate in his dantian. The azure and yellow precious light rotated, and the nine precious restrictions, like swimming dragons, transformed into a Withering and Flourishing Demon God.

The delicate banner fluttered, and the eyes of the Deity of Withering and Flourishing were filled with greed, constantly conveying a desire to devour.

'This is the first time I've seen the Ruins Realm's Withered Glory Banner in such a hurry...'

He followed the senses of his natal treasure and looked in that direction; their gazes met in mid-air.

The two exchanged a slight smile and nodded in acknowledgment, then immediately withdrew their auras.

"Thirteen thousand spirit stones, twice!" Yu Xi gently tapped the golden bell with a jade ruyi in his hand.

Fang Yi held the jade cup and looked at the cultivator serving beside him. He trusted the disciples of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance more than the few words of the Core Formation Realm cultivator.

"Who is the originator of this great master who practices the Way of Wood?"

The handsome young man, wearing a robe adorned with copper coins and bearing the words "Four Seas" embroidered on his chest, was also a True Person at the second level of Core Formation.

When the cultivator who had been specifically instructed by Grand Master Yuzhao spoke, he bowed slightly.

“Brother Qingyang, that one is the Grand Master Wumu, the head of the Qingwang Palace.”

The lineage of Qingwangdian has been passed down for over 1,500 years, and all the great masters of each generation have maintained good relations with Yaowang Valley.

In terms of historical and cultural foundation, the Azure King Palace ranks among the top tier, below the Fire Worship Sect, the Blood Fiend Sect, and the Hanging Sword Mountain.

Legend has it that in his early years, the Great Master Wumu fought against the Great Master Qinghui of Medicine King Valley, but narrowly lost by one move.

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and spoke:
"The lineage of the Azure King Palace originates from the Nascent Soul Grand Sect, Azure Wood Palace, and both it and Brother Dao's Xuan Yang Mountain come from the Great Cloud."

"The lineage of the Azure King Palace originates from the Azure Wood Palace?"
A Grand Master with the eighth level of Core Formation cultivation, this Fellow Daoist Wumu has some connection with me.

A smile played on Fang Yi's lips as he murmured to himself.

"Clang!" The jade ruyi struck the golden bell again, and the jade seal spoke in a deep voice.

"Thirteen thousand spirit stones for the third time, this Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle is from Yang of the Fire Worship Sect..."

"131,000 spirit stones." Fang Yi suddenly interrupted, then looked at Yang Xu provocatively.

"Hmph!" Yang Xu's face darkened, and killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"Those who come here from the barren land of Dayun are ignorant of their own mortality!"

140,000 spirit stones!

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. Among the seven treasures to come, the Blood Sea Lotus and the Stone Silver were items he was determined to obtain.

His bones were clearly defined, and he continued to raise his five fingers.

"141,000 spirit stones!"
Although the Great Cloud Kingdom is poor, it has no shortage of spirit stones to purchase a Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle.

Not far away, the Great Master Wumu lifted his Yimu robe, leaned on his rattan cane, and whispered a plea:
“Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, this Crimson Armor Cloud-Swallowing Turtle was not raised from childhood, so it is not easy to tame.”

Even if tamed, its soul will be bound by magical restrictions, its demon core locked, and aside from a handful of rare secret techniques, its cultivation level of mid-third rank is already the limit for the Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle.

Fang Yi smiled and accepted the wumu wood as a gesture of goodwill.

"Perhaps you are unaware, fellow Daoist."

The founder of Xuan Yang Mountain left behind a legacy, which was also a third-tier high-grade fire-attribute tortoise king, nearly at the peak of the Core Formation stage...

"I have my own methods for cultivating this Crimson-Armored Cloud-Swallowing Turtle."

Fang Yi's gaze fell on the imperial seal, and he spoke softly:
"141,000 spirit stones."

Ten breaths have passed, and no one has raised the price. Brother Yu Xi, you may now place the hammer.

A smile appeared on Yu Xi's lips. With a flick of his wrist, the jade ruyi struck the golden bell.

"Clang!" The sound of metal and jade clashing echoed.

"Fang Yi, the sect leader of Xuanyang Mountain, has offered 141,000 spirit stones per round."

"clang!"

"Fang Yi, the sect leader of Xuanyang Mountain, has offered 141,000 spirit stones twice."

"Fang Yi, the sect leader of Xuanyang Mountain, has offered 141,003 spirit stones..."

Yang Xu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his anger boiling, and he raised the price again.

"150,000 spirit stones!"

(End of this chapter)