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

Chapter 951 Each with their own ulterior motives, they go into seclusion to temper their bodies (4600+ words)

In the Blessed Land of Withered and Flourishing, the Yin Wood Reflection Mirror hangs high, its surface shrouded in flowing sorcery, reflecting Yang Xu's constant provocations and mockery.

"Fang spent 120,000 low-grade spirit stones, such a huge price, to obtain a Blood Sea Lotus that he can't use."

Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, are you pleased?

"Qingyang thanks you, fellow Daoist." Fang Yi bowed slightly and expressed his sincere gratitude.

"After much scheming, the master finally obtained the Blood Sea Lotus."

The adorable little beast's silvery-white fur trembled as it stood on brown spiritual clouds, cradling a yellow gourd that emitted spiritual light, with dark cracks visible on the bottom of the gourd.

Cracks spread like a spider web, the damage to its core from the previous battle at Huojin Lake, and the Wutu Treasure Gourd has not fully healed.

The azure-yellow light transformed into the illusory figure of a handsome young man.

Fang Yi scanned the scarlet lotus with his divine sense. The lotus platform had ten holes, six lotus seeds were shriveled and grayish-white, and two lotus seeds had been picked away.

"Oh?"

The Blood Sea Lotus swayed, and he gazed at the two blue and red lotus seeds enveloped in the gray-white spiritual light of the lotus platform.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and the youthful phantom exploded with spiritual light, tiny specks of life merging into the lotus:
There was an unexpected bonus.

The Blood Sea Lotus still has two half-ripe lotus seeds, perhaps retaining a sliver of life?

"Little Qi, stop watching the show. First, guide the Blood Sea Lotus to maintain the life of the lotus seeds."

These blood-path spiritual plants are extremely rare, and there's little chance of even a sliver of a spiritual seed remaining.

Seventh Precept, with his adorable but tense little face, slapped the mouth of the gourd.

"Imperial Edict!"

lead!"

The demonic power of the Earth element surged and condensed from beneath the silver fur, transforming into rolling spiritual clouds that drew the Blood Sea Lotus toward the blood and flesh swamp.

"Whoosh!"

The Blood Lotus fell into the pool, and even though its life force was cut off, its scarlet leaves swayed on their own, purifying the resentment and evil energy accumulated in the mud.

A faint golden hue could be seen rising from the scarlet pool.

It's done!
Those two lotus seeds had only a sliver of hope left, and there was virtually no chance of them being saved, which is why they gave me a sliver of hope.

This trade fair was definitely worth attending.

It's unclear what the Four Seas Merchant Alliance is trying to achieve by incurring such a huge cost.

Fang Yiqing's robe fluttered, and his eyes were clear.

A wisp of pure blood essence was drawn from the Blood Sea Lotus, and the withering and flourishing true fire stirred up the blood essence.

"Buzz!"

A silver pattern spread across his bones, and he vaguely sensed that the threshold of becoming a Great Master was right in front of him.

It's not the right time yet.
Breaking through at this point would easily alert the enemy, triggering a full-scale attack from the Zoroastrian sect.

Fang Yi's withered and flourishing golden elixir rotated, suppressing the [Four Nine Mysterious Technique] to operate on its own.

'I have obtained the Blood Sea Lotus. I only need to cultivate quietly for a few days to break through to become a Great True Person of the Body Dao, which will be enough to fully activate the [Cardinal Spirit Resurrection Dojo].'

The goal is half achieved.

If he can win the bid for Shi Jianyin, he still has the [Withered Leaf Purple Vein Vine], a relic given to Guang Sheng by Yin Yue's disciple Yu Ji.

With two near-fourth-tier spiritual objects in hand, it would be enough for Yuan Hai to break through his realm and become a near-fourth-tier puppet.

However, the jade tablet concealed its form, and the jade seal presided over the auction. The three Grand Masters of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance were certainly not after spiritual items.

'And the paulownia tree in the Green King's Palace'

Fang Yi's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered inwardly. 'The old man tried his best to hide it, but unfortunately, he was not a practitioner of the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing.'

Looks like they've got their eyes on me?
The Qingmu Palace has been exterminated for over a thousand years, and every remnant of it contains a near-fourth-tier Azure Spirit Wood. The lineage of the Qingwang Palace has produced a continuous stream of Great True Persons.

Hey, I wonder what kind of foundation they've built up?

The transformation of the nascent Kuru Daoist Temple would not have been possible without the refinement of top-tier wood-attribute spiritual objects and precious materials.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the phoenix tree in the Green King's Palace, Yang Xu of the Fire Worship Cult, and then at Luo Yuzhou, Li Wuhui, the Imperial Seal, the Soul Devourer, and the Ghost Armor.
Finally, it landed atop the jade palace.

"Hey, the big shots participating in the grand trade fair each have their own plans. Whether they can achieve their goals in the end depends on their individual skill levels."

……

Seeing that Fang Yi remained silent, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Yang Xu's brows furrowed, and the suppressed anger threatened to tear apart the pure Daoist aura and burst forth from his soul.

"Could it be that Fang Yi really needs the Blood Sea Lotus?"
impossible!
Why would a mere wood-based cultivator need blood-based spiritual objects?

"But he remained unmoved, seemingly unconcerned about the loss and showing no intention of reselling it."

Fang Yi looked regretfully at the Crested Ibis Fire Spirit Pearl, then picked up a teacup from the jade table and poured himself a drink.

He ignored Yang Xu's watchful gaze and instead turned the Yuan Yu Furnace in his sleeve. Inside the furnace was a pill that was half-melted, surrounded by an invisible fragrance.

"The Green Snake has not even used half of the Divine Essence Pill she refined."

Yang Xu exploded at the slightest provocation; he was far too easily provoked. Even among fire-based cultivators, such fiery temperaments were rare.

eccentric."

"Hey, that's funny."

The Zoroastrian Church acts tyrannically, and it's rare for a cultivator to make them suffer a setback.

Soul Devourer's eyes were slightly closed as he gazed at Yang Xu and Luo Yuzhou with a gloomy expression. A smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes were icy cold.

"Zoroastrianism
snort!"

"Qingyangzi is still as cunning as ever."

Li Wu Hui's exposed skin gleamed with a soft, jade-like light as she murmured softly, her words gentle and alluring.

Her beautiful face exuded a heroic air, revealing her profound cultivation as a Grandmaster.

"For Fang Yi to reveal his trump card, there must be some spiritual items he values ​​at the grand trade fair, and more than one at that."

Could it really be the Blood Sea Lotus?

'If we could know the specific spirit in advance, we could subtly amplify the situation and let the Zoroastrians know about it.'

That would make Fang Yi owe me a huge favor, sign a legal contract with me, and then the Great Cold Wave would be used to plot that thing…

Fifteen minutes later.

"clang!"

As the jade seal struck the golden bell with its ruyi scepter, the sound of gold and jade clashing echoed for miles.

"Master Sekong won the Crested Ibis Fire Spirit Pearl in three bids, costing 170,000 spirit stones."

"Thank you all for your concessions!"

As the monk Sekong twirled the sandalwood beads between his fingers, a golden lotus from his robes floated out, supporting seventeen high-grade spirit stones, which landed on the auction stage.

He chanted a Buddhist prayer with both hands, summoned a white-robed novice monk, and then transformed into a rainbow of light and left the Dharma platform.

Yu Xi put away the spirit stones and threw out the golden bell in his hand: "Nephew Liu Jing, the rest of the trade fair will be presided over by you."

"clang!"

Liu Jing reached out and took down the incessantly vibrating golden bell, his palm radiating magical power. He then bowed to the star-studded altar.

"Fellow Daoists, I will be in charge of the cultivator trade fair from now on..."

"Buzz!"

The insect spirit clouds churned, leaving behind a purple jade scorpion queen the size of a millstone. Yuan Shizi, with a Gu bag hanging from his waist, took a step and landed in a third-tier cave in the city.

The trade fair consists of three rounds, with each round spaced ten days apart.

In the first round, he bid on several poisonous plants, while the final two were bid on by Fang Yi and Monk Sekong, respectively.

After that, the trading continued for ten days, and the spirit items could at most reach the third-tier low-grade level, leaving behind only one spirit scorpion.

The real opportunity to compete for the jade seal came during the two subsequent trading sessions hosted by the Grand Master.

After Sekong and Yuanshi left, the remaining Great Masters did not linger either. Some called their disciples, while others ordered their servants to guard the Dharma platform, and they all departed one by one.

Li Wu Hui raised her phoenix eyes and swept them over Xie Qing Tang with interest. The crimson-gold mist swirled and disappeared without a trace.

Lady Yundan, Ghost Armor, Soul Devourer, and Perilla from Medicine King Valley
As one great master after another departed, the scattered cultivators who had reached the Core Formation stage on the altar gradually became noisy.

Within moments, only two remained on the leading seventeen altars, one emanating withered life force and the other radiating blazing black energy.
Yang Xu's eyes were deep and unfathomable, his face half pale and half bluish as he stared intently at the silent Fang Yi.

"Even the Crested Ibis Fire Spirit Orb isn't making a move?"

Should we invest the remaining spirit stones onto the near-fourth-tier puppet cultivation material, the Silver Stone, and the high-grade array artifact, the [Wushan Spirit-Turning Disc]?

"With me here, Fellow Daoist Fang Yi, rest assured, your auction of spiritual items will definitely not go smoothly!"

Fang Yi ignored it, stood up with his tall and slender body, gave Qin Yu instructions, and then the blue lotus beneath his feet vanished, turning into a withered yellow light that fell into Changqing Mansion.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please wait a moment." In Changqing Mansion, green bamboos swayed gently in the breeze.

A coin-shaped sound transmission talisman fell, and the sound of the jade seal transmitting sound rang out.

"The remaining lotus seed of the Blood Sea Lotus, seemingly possessing a sliver of life, was in reality only able to linger on for a few more days."

In an effort to save Lianzi, the alliance sought the help of several great masters who cultivated the path of life, but to no avail.

Fellow Daoist, do not needlessly waste spiritual resources and your efforts.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yu Xi!"

Fang Yi bowed and expressed his gratitude, muttering to himself, "I may not be able to save Lianzi, but I can certainly do it."

Jade palaces and magnificent buildings.

The jade seal wore a star-shaped crown, its face was as if carved by a knife and axe, and its gaze returned from Changqing Mansion.

"Seventeen Great True Immortals have gathered, encompassing many Nascent Soul sects such as the Fire Worship Sect, Xuan Yang Mountain, Su Nu Sect, and Xuan Jian Mountain."
"Senior brother, are you betting that much?"

A hazy radiance flowed, outlining the silhouette of the jade mirror, and rays of crystal light converged, transforming into pearls, gemstones, crystal, and giant clam shells.

He sighed softly, the shimmering light of the crystal faded, and the lingering sound became faint and indistinct.

"Great Cold Wave Spirit. Break."

Chidan Pavilion.

The maple leaves are like fire, and the fiery maple tree has lush branches and leaves, with crimson mist gathering as it sways.

Luo Yuzhou leaned on his wooden cane, his aura seemingly present yet absent, gazing at Yang Xu, who sat cross-legged on the altar.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

He coughed softly, and the age spots on his face spread again, his vitality growing increasingly weak.

"Is it worth it?" A beautiful woman with long black hair and wearing a blue and white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) walked over.

Ye Yao looked at her senior brother, whose temples were gray and whose vitality was like a candle flickering in the wind, and sighed softly.

She immediately pointed with her index finger, her face turned slightly pale, and a wisp of her natal medicinal energy appeared and fell into the old man's dantian.

"Worth it," Luo Yuzhou's aura grew increasingly weak, yet his gaze remained sharp and piercing.

"I am deeply grateful to Junior Sister Ye Yao for traveling all the way from her own teachings to extend the life of someone like me whose path to enlightenment has been cut off."
After Yang Xu kills Fang Yi, I will obtain the Yuan Yu Furnace for my junior sister.

"Ah, we've been brothers and sisters for over three hundred years, there's no need to be so polite." Ye Yao said helplessly, as she summoned a jade alchemy furnace.

Her slender fingers moved in various hand gestures, producing Fire Essence Mystic Ganoderma, Crimson Vein Treasure Ginseng, and Green Joint Jade Lotus Root.
One by one, spiritual plants and precious herbs fell into the jade furnace and were continuously refined.

A short while later.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance rose, and the crimson maple blossoms bloomed even more beautifully.

Luo Yuzhou opened his mouth and inhaled, the emerald green medicinal liquid, gleaming with jade-like luster, fell into his stomach, transforming into a warm current that nourished his body.

His continuous decline caused his vital energy to stagnate.

No more than a hundred feet away, Yang Xu, draped in a cloud-like robe, sat cross-legged on the altar. A misty spiritual aura rose up, transforming into water droplets of varying sizes, which hung in the air.

He wielded the Ice Prison Axe, channeling his magical power to refine black breath and ice flames.

It seemed as if it was completely unaware of what was happening a hundred feet away.

The next day.

As the sun sets in the west, above the golden clouds in the center of the ancient city, cultivators come and go in an endless stream, and the sounds of trading spiritual items fill the air.

Changqing Prefecture.

The west courtyard was chilly.

A jade pot hangs high, its spout tilted, from which wisps of medicinal liquid drip down, nourishing the dying Shen Che.

"Shen Lang."

The young girl, with her long black hair flowing down her shoulders and wearing a flowing robe, held a bowl containing the Fire Elemental Marrow, her face showing reluctance.

"Has Junior Sister Qingtang made up her mind?" Fang Yi, dressed in green, leaned against the green bamboo.

"If I could restore Junior Brother Shen Che to his full strength, it's not impossible, but the price Junior Sister paid was far too high."
Junior sister has profound knowledge and potential; she has the potential to become a Great Master in the future. Think it through carefully, lest you regret it later.

"Master, my mind is made up." Xie Qingtang gazed tenderly at the handsome young man encased in ice.

Reaching out to stroke Shen Che's cheek, she whispered, "Everything started because of me, and it will end with me."

"Dead wood can't be carved!"

Fang Yi turned and left, leaving only a jade scroll hanging on a bamboo branch with a ribbon.

In the east courtyard, a clear spring murmurs, transforming into a winding stream that flows under several arched bridges.

"The way of creation between heaven and man has produced a seed of infatuation. That's quite rare."

Li Wuhui walked barefoot on the water, his face filled with melancholy.

"Two hundred years have passed. The Great Master Guangsheng has fallen, Tianque has died, and I have never seen the True Lord Chimei."

I grew up on Mount Da Xuan Yang since childhood, and now the only person I truly know is you, fellow Daoist.

Her phoenix eyes glistened with tears, a hint of sadness in them: "For the sake of our years of friendship."

If Fang Yi desires the grand prize item at the trade fair but finds it inconvenient to sell, I can assist you once.
"Let this be the last act of friendship from an acquaintance on Xuan Yang Mountain."

Fang Yi wore a jade crown, his blue robes fluttering in the wind, and with a flick of his finger, a cloud bed rose up.

He sat down casually and spoke jokingly.

"Fellow Daoist is recalling the Cold Mirror Master of Ice Soul Peak?"
His resolute departure back then left Han Jing Shangren with lingering resentment.

"If it weren't for her strong foundation and the assistance of a spiritual object for forming a core, she would have had at least an 80% chance of condensing a false core. Why would she have passed away like this?"

Li Wu Hui's expression darkened, and a golden needle emerged from his fingertip, its tip gleaming coldly.

'That old man is completely unreasonable!'

She completely severed her old feelings for Fang Yi in order to test his desire for the spiritual object.

After a moment's thought, Li Wuhui reminded him, "Old Monster Fang, this grand trade fair is no simple matter."

The Four Seas Business Alliance is hosting a major trade fair, not just because of the cold wave; we mustn't let ourselves stumble and fall into a ditch.

I'm still waiting for you to repay this favor!

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of crimson-gold light shot out, and Li Wu Hui had vanished without a trace.

"Is this big trade fair something to be proud of?"
Was it a secret warning from the Four Seas Merchant Alliance's jade seal?

Fang Yi remained calm as he watched the crimson-gold light disappear. He then glanced at the west courtyard, flicked his sleeve, and threw out the Azure Lotus Banner.

The banners fluttered without wind, and clusters of green lotus blossoms drooped down, gathering verdant vitality and evolving into a boundless scene of lotus leaves reaching to the sky.

One after another, magical restrictions were integrated into the formation, isolating the Evergreen Talisman from the outside.

"The Grand Trade Fair is indeed extraordinary, but..." Fang Yi spread his five fingers, and a palm-sized Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner rose up, with a bewitching red lotus faintly visible on the banner's surface.

"As long as one breaks through the body refinement stage, what can Yu Zhao do even if he has a plan?"

With the Grand Master's magical power replenishing him, the Corpse God Child's true potential was fully unleashed; at worst, he would have to put on a show.

"By imperial decree!" Fang Yi reached into the banner and retrieved the Blood Sea Lotus.

Sensing the faint life force hidden within the dense death aura of the single withered lotus seed, he pressed down with his five fingers.

"Life and death cycle, prosperity and decline follow their own course."

"boom!"

A surge of vitality soared into the sky, drawing upon the water elemental power within the spiritual spring, transforming it into a deep blue treasure furnace.

"go with!"

Fang Yi reached out and plucked a somewhat shriveled lotus seed. He gathered his power of withering and flourishing and wrapped the lotus seed in it.

The lush green vitality transformed into strands of blue silk, probing into the lotus seed. With careful exploration, it gradually separated itself from the deathly aura and advanced towards the core of the lotus seed.

Until half a day later.

"Buzz!"

The half-ripe lotus seeds showed a faint sign of life, while the shriveled lotus seeds seemed to be a little fuller.

"The last glimmer of hope has been activated, and the lotus seed has been temporarily given a chance to sprout and take root."
Even a first or second-tier bloodline spirit creature, if properly nurtured, can potentially break through to the third tier, let alone this rare lotus seed, which originates from a near-fourth-tier Blood Sea Lotus.

Fang Yi plucked a lotus petal and swallowed it. The petal melted in his mouth, transforming into abundant blood essence that flowed through his eight extraordinary meridians.
He activated his Four-Nine Arcane Arts, his heart pounded like a drum, his skin glowed with a silvery light, and his essence and blood surged forth, shattering the giant pillar of life beside him.

The "Great True Man" felt his cultivation level continuously increasing, and silver bird patterns spread through his bones.

Silver ripples surged, and lines were outlined.

A handsome figure with ears that reached his shoulders, wearing a hat adorned with three peaks and phoenixes, and dressed in a pale yellow robe, appeared behind him, wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword.
"Jade bones nourish marrow, strengthening blood essence."

A look of excitement appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

'After two lifetimes and five hundred years of cultivation, I will finally step into the realm of a Great True Person once more.'

(End of this chapter)