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

Chapter 952 Breaking Through to the Great True Immortal Realm! The Curtain Rises (6100+ words)

Fang Yi exhaled a stream of magical power, which swept up the Blood Sea Lotus and took it all into his stomach.

Within the dantian and dantian, the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing envelops and refines the Blood Sea Lotus.

Baolian melted like water, transforming into a scarlet river that surged along the eight extraordinary meridians, nourishing the meridians, flesh and blood, and ultimately merging into the bone marrow.

Marrow is the foundation of blood.

Nourished by the Blood Sea Lotus, a wisp of crimson blood emerged from the bone marrow, with a faint silver glow visible.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

His heart pounded like a drum, and a faint silver glow spread through his muscles, bones, and flesh until the blurry, handsome demon god behind him gradually became clear.

"Splash!"

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his skin shimmering with a silvery glow, and the sound of rushing rivers emanated from his meridians.

"Great Master"
It's done!

After more than two hundred years of cultivation in this world, he has finally stepped into the realm of a Great True Person once again.

As the time went by, the threshold of the seventh level of Core Formation was broken through. Fang Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, his appearance solemn and dignified. The phantom of the demon god took a step forward and merged with his physical body.

He made a fist, his five fingers leaving a blur, and an invisible force produced a piercing sonic boom.

"Master?" A flash of demonic energy appeared, and Seven Rings emerged from the ground.

It blinked its dark eyes, gazing curiously at Fang Yi.

"The Great Immortal broke through and absorbed spiritual energy from all directions, evolving into the prototype of the future Nascent Soul Daoist Temple, causing strange phenomena to stir up hundreds of miles."

"Why is there not a single unusual phenomenon, sir? Could it be that your breakthrough has failed?"

"Haha, Xiao Qi is getting smarter and smarter." Fang Yi was in a good mood. He reached out and scooped the adorable little beast into his arms.

“Different cultivation methods lead to different levels of understanding of the Dao, and the phenomena that occur when breaking through these levels will naturally be different.”

He paused slightly, recalling his past life's affairs with the Nether Spring Sect: "In my cultivation path, I focus on the foundation for inheritance, and my progress in cultivation is slow."

However, its magical power was pure and its aftereffects were long-lasting, even evolving into a Nascent Soul Dao image.

"A Nascent Soul Dao Form!" Qi Jie muttered to himself, his eyes filled with envy, knowing the power of a Nascent Soul Dao Form.

That signifies that a cultivator has progressed extremely far in comprehending the path they have chosen, possesses extremely pure magical power, and the Nascent Soul Dao image is a symbol of a cultivator's potential.

One does not need to reach the peak of Core Formation to be regarded as a potential Nascent Soul by the sect.

The three heroes of Xuanyang Mountain are all exceptionally talented, and each of them can be considered a potential Nascent Soul cultivator.

Huang Guangsheng of the Ancestral Hall single-handedly completed the spiritual plant path, and Tian Quezi's divination talent was unparalleled throughout history. With the cultivation of the Core Formation stage, he entered the position of divination master.

Why did the Crimson Eyebrows ultimately stand out and accumulate Xuan Yang energy?

That Nascent Soul Dao Image, [Mysterious Yang Birth and Death], is of paramount importance.

"Xiao Qi, you possess a trace of the ancient true spirit [Tianpeng Beast]'s bloodline. Although it is thin, it is still the bloodline of an ancient true spirit."

If we can continue to explore the bloodline, even just obtaining the inheritance of the Heavenly Peng Beast's hide could potentially allow us to condense a Dao Image.

Seeing that Qi Jie seemed lost in thought, Fang Yi stroked the little beast's glossy fur:
"Compared to the 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra,' the 'Four Nine Mysterious Arts' excels in the art of conquest."

I only ask to replenish my magical power and activate the Cardinal's Spirit-Slaying Daoist Temple.

With sufficient resources, and by using the Daoist method to cleanse the impurities in the blood essence, coupled with the accumulation of a first-grade Dharma body, progress will be rapid and effortless.

Fang Yi's eyes were deep and his lips curled slightly, concealing the most crucial step.

In his previous life, he practiced the Three Yin Slaughtering God Technique, and his lifespan of six Jiazi was exhausted.

In order to survive death, he drew upon the Yin meridians, built a great tomb, and performed a blood sacrifice, eventually turning to the underworld path to cultivate the [Taiyin Corpse Dissolution True Method], which also greatly enriched his cultivator's physical body.

This comprehensive accumulation, the nourishment of a first-grade Dharma body by more than twenty third-tier blood offerings, the two hundred years of nurturing and refining of withered and flourishing Dharma power, and the [Four-Nine Profound Technique] tailor-made by Tianque...

Without any one of these elements, such vigorous and diligent progress would be impossible.

He spoke in a deep voice: "The Forty-Nine Mysterious Arts are not considered to be eager for quick success and instant benefits. Some extreme inheritances sacrifice lifespan just to improve cultivation."
Some lineages take a radical approach, squeezing out lifespan and blood essence, promising a lifespan of sixty years upon reaching the peak of Core Formation.

"A lifespan of six Jiazi (60 years)... isn't that equivalent to a pseudo-Core Formation cultivator?" Qi Jie exclaimed in surprise as he pulled a string of sea buckthorn fruits from his storage pouch.
"What genius who can cultivate to the level of a Great True Person would act in this way, thus wasting their own lifespan?"

"Hey, that's because he had no choice."

Cultivation offers a glimmer of hope, while not cultivating this life-shortening method guarantees death, turning one into someone else's magical artifact or corpse—a fate worse than death is the norm.

Recalling his past life as the "Corpse God Child," Fang Yi didn't say much.

The fact that he had such a great opportunity as reincarnation was his greatest secret, and he would not reveal even a fraction of it, not even to the Seven Precepts.

He put the small beast down from his arms and raised the Banner of Decay and Prosperity of the Ruins.

"Buzz!"

Yuan Hai, clad in white bone armor and surrounded by gray mist, emerged from the withered and flourishing blessed land with a fierce aura.

A jade box was lifted by a blue spiritual light, and an apricot-yellow sealing talisman spontaneously combusted without wind.

"Crack!"

The jade box was opened, and inside lay a seven-foot-long spirit vine with green and yellow leaves and purple silk threads covering its tendrils.

It was the near-fourth-tier spiritual plant, the [Withered Leaf Purple Vein Vine], gifted by Yu Ji.

"Xiao Qi, continue to conceal your aura."

With seven days remaining until the second round of trade fairs, I have advanced to the Great True Person realm in body refinement, and my magical power has increased dramatically.

It allowed me to accomplish what I couldn't before.

A spherical seal, neither round nor flat, rotated between Fang Yi's eyebrows.

With a swift grasp of his long, slender fingers, withered leaves and purple veined vines fell into his palm and were enveloped by the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing.

Fine, pale purple threads, as thin as hair, are drawn from the vine, moving through the air like serpents.

"Yu Zhao is nowhere to be seen, and her whereabouts are unknown. Li Wu Hui also issued a solemn warning."

There must be something fishy about this huge trading opportunity.

"But the great masters who came here are: Li Wu Hui, the rogue cultivator Gui Jia, and the Green King Palace Wu Mu..."

Who doesn't have schemes and calculations?
It's just a matter of who has the better skills.

"Danger?
The path to immortality is arduous, and every opportunity must be seized.

"Without the perilous situation, the Four Seas Merchant Alliance could not have retrieved seven top-tier spiritual items!"

"I have entered the realm of a Great True Person, and my magical power has greatly increased."

Even if one is only at the level of body refinement, one can still use all the methods from one's previous life. Without the intervention of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, one is not afraid of any Core Formation True Person.

Even if outnumbered, it is enough to protect oneself.

Fang Yi murmured softly, his fingertips forming hand seals as ancient runes condensed.

At the same time, a communication device slipped from her sleeve and transformed into a crane, which cried out in a clear and melodious voice and then spread its wings and soared away.

Changqing Mansion, East Courtyard.

A few green bamboos gather to form a forest, embracing a lake. A gentle breeze blows, and ripples spread across the azure lake surface, shimmering with light.

Li Heng, clad in a deep blue robe, had a tense expression on his handsome face as he looked down.

Zhuang Mu held a small cauldron with animal patterns in his hand, surrounded by gray mist, and a chilling aura rose up, freezing water into ice and freezing a corner of the azure lake surface.

His eyes were filled with a strange look as he exclaimed in astonishment:
"Poisonous path?"
Second-tier superior level poison cultivation?
"Our lineage of Five Extremes Peak, starting with our master Qingyangzi, has always considered the path of spiritual medicine as fundamental."

"If Uncle-Master remembers correctly, Junior Nephew Zhuang's medical skills have only recently entered the middle stage of the second rank."

How could he be so remarkably proficient in the art of spiritual poisons?!

Zhuang Mu, dressed in a brown robe, with a broad back and a slender waist, suddenly smiled gently, exuding a scholarly air: "This disciple originally intended to refine a batch of second-grade, mid-level Five Cherry Blossom Cold-Dispelling Ointment."

Unexpectedly, through a series of fortuitous events, I had a sudden enlightenment, and my spirituality was innate.

"So you managed to refine a batch of second-grade superior cold poison?" Li Heng's lips twitched slightly.

I don't know whether to praise Zhuang Mu's exceptional talent or to reprimand him for taking such an unorthodox approach.

Instead of pursuing the promising path of spiritual medicine, he devoted his energy to the path of poison.

With his Foundation Establishment Level 2 cultivation, he pushed the Poison Path to the Upper Grade 2. Even with the assistance of a top-grade magic artifact and a favorable opportunity, he still couldn't achieve enlightenment.
His talent in the art of poison is terrifyingly astonishing!

"Thanks to my master for bestowing this inheritance." Zhuang Mu took out a gray jade slip from his sleeve, the insect runes covering the slip wriggling from time to time.

A fierce aura swept over us.

"【The Corpse Spirit Child's Treatise on Corruption and Poison】?" Li Heng murmured softly. "My master is an expert in spiritual medicine; where did he obtain this poison-related knowledge?"

"Alright, since your grandmaster approves, your uncle won't say anything more."

Looking at his only nephew, he had also heard about the matter of the abbot assisting Xie Qingtang.

"Buzz!"

Li Heng flicked his sleeve, and a scroll of jade bamboo slip flew out and unfolded in the air.

Each inscription of the shamanic script flowed and swirled, its spiritual light dancing like dragons and snakes, weaving together a secret cult.

【spirit】

【root】

【Lift】

【road】

【real】

【chapter】

The sounds of the ancestors' sacrifices could be heard faintly, while six ancient and simple shamanic characters shone with a mysterious light.

"This is a secret technique bestowed by Patriarch Qingyang to help you rebuild your foundation." Li Heng's lips curled slightly as he gently patted Zhuang Mu's arm, his face showing affection.

"You are the only true successor of the Five Extremes Peak lineage for three generations, but the quality of your mid-grade Dao foundation is too low."

"If he manages to condense less than one-tenth of his golden core, that won't do!"

"This is?"

"This is!"

After a cursory glance at the secret technique, Zhuang Mu's pupils widened, and blood vessels in the corners of his eyes bulged out.

"What happened next?!"

The crucial part abruptly ended, igniting a nameless rage within him, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

"How is that possible?"

"The foundation of one's Dao is unwavering; is there actually a secret method to elevate it?"

"Hahaha, this is the most fundamental inheritance of my Five Extremes Peak lineage." Li Heng looked proud and quickly took out a scroll of contracts, with golden spiritual runes flowing around it.

"Sign the contract immediately."

"Ensuring that even if they are captured alive and their souls searched, and the true essence of spiritual root ascension is not leaked, then Junior Nephew Zhuang can properly study this secret method."

"sign!

Sign now!

Zhuang Mu was overjoyed, but the fact that he had not yet established a high-grade Dao foundation remained a knot in his heart.

The dignified third-generation true disciple of the Five Extremes Peak, the descendant of Qingyangzi who intimidated all directions, was merely a mid-grade Dao Foundation cultivator.
His expression was resolute. A cold light flashed, and a wisp of blood essence mixed with the power of his soul fell from his fingertip.

"Buzz!"

The decree spontaneously combusted without wind, transforming into gilded spiritual light that entered the soul.

Upon seeing this, Li Heng nodded slightly, flicked his finger, and the jade slip shattered, dispelling the mist that concealed the core spiritual text.

The profound and mysterious chapter on spiritual root ascension unfolds in its entirety.

“Nephew Mu, cultivate diligently and mend your foundation as soon as possible, lest you disgrace the Five Extremes Peak lineage.”

"Yes!

This disciple will diligently study the true teachings day and night to mend his foundation in the Dao, and will never fail to live up to Patriarch Qingyang's expectations!

Zhuang Mu's eyes gleamed with intense light as he gazed intently at the True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension.

Every word is precious!
This tradition of witchcraft is rugged, yet it gets straight to the heart of the matter.

If this spiritual technique uses decaying corpses from the underworld as materials, can it be used to cultivate poisonous plants beyond one's level?

"Wow!"

The melodious cry of a crane echoed as a blue-feathered crane danced with its long wings, circling above the restrictions of the East Courtyard.

"kindness?

"The Azure Crane that transmits sound—is that Master's voice?"

Li Heng suddenly turned around, his long, slender fingers scooping up the crane with a tidal wave, and azure light swept up the crane.

He held a palm-sized jade talisman in his hand and probed it with his divine sense.

Ten breaths later.

"Summon the cultivators in the sect to prepare defensive treasures, escape talismans, and healing pills?"

Li Heng frowned slightly, puzzled.

Why is that?
Could it be that Huitong Ancient City belongs to the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, making a fortune every day, and is under the protection of the Jade Immortal and the Jade Seal Master?

Who dares to cause trouble here, forcing Master to abandon the purchase of other spiritual items and instead prepare these treasures for war?

"eccentric!
That's really strange!

Li Heng's mind raced. He had a wide circle of friends in Huitong Ancient City, but he had not received any news.

"Perhaps it was Master's foresight."

He glanced at Zhuang Mu, who looked fascinated and muttered to himself from time to time, then waved his hand and cast a spell that turned into a bowl lid that fell down.

He then transformed into a streak of light and vanished.
Seven days later, in the jade palace, the tridacna shells, pearls, glass, and gemstones inlaid on the eaves shone with twelve layers of precious light. A blurry figure held the Wushan Revolving Spirit Plate in his hand, and three ten-foot-long rock pillars were covered with tiny characters, resembling a sacrificial text.

The rolling sand dunes are faintly visible, with the yellow sand whistling and turning into tornadoes.

Hu Yuzhao's illusory figure seemed to sense something, looking out of the quiet room with a smile on its lips.

Have you noticed anything?
Too late!

"Oh!"

Brown spiritual light flowed, and the Wushan Spirit Revolving Disc rolled up the three rock and sand array pillars and they disappeared.

"Buzz!"

Ripples spread through the air, from the head, neck, torso, and limbs.
The blurry figure gradually became clearer.

Master Jiying held a rough stone mirror in his hand, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, his eyes gleaming with a deep green light as he swept across the empty, quiet room with the gaze of an eagle and the eyes of a wolf.

"Shoot!"

A wisp of grayish-brown inspiration fell into his palm, curling up to the size of a grain of rice.

Feel the energy flowing like sand and gravel, the intense heat penetrating the skin and flesh, surging towards the bones.

"Oh!"

Ji Ying closed his five fingers together, and the gray-brown spiritual energy dissipated.

"This unique energy."
"The magical artifacts forged by the people of the boundless yellow hills in the far west of Qiongzhou?"

"Hu Yuzhao was searching for fourth-tier spiritual objects for True Lord Tongbao, and now it seems he has some ulterior motives."
A severe cold wave is approaching, and people are restless.

He murmured to himself, looked up at the outside of the quiet room, activated the Mysterious Heart Shadow Capture Technique, and his figure blurred again, disappearing into the quiet room.

"Crack!"

The door to the quiet room opened, Qingniao Qiyun flicked his robe, and the jade seal stepped across the threshold.

"Um?

Strange, I clearly sensed a fluctuation of magical power just now?

"Senior brother?"

"Is my senior brother here?"

"..."

"..."

The quiet room was empty and silent; no one responded.

Yu Xi sighed softly, rubbed his temples, and felt a terrible headache.

"Since Master Tongbao sent his last message, Senior Brother Yuzhao has shown no change on the surface, but in private he has been..."

Why.
"We've been classmates for over three hundred years, why would my senior brother keep this from me like this?"

Yu Xi gazed at the distant icebergs, where a crimson sun rose, its warm rays piercing through the cold wind and falling upon the barren, frozen earth.

"The ten-day period has arrived; let's begin the second round of trade fairs."
The highly skilled divination master, Ghost Armor Old Demon, Monk of Colorless Emptiness, Zisu from Medicine King Valley, Junhuai Sword Master from Suspended Sword Mountain, Li Wuhui from the Plain Maiden Sect, Yang Xu from the Fire Worship Sect, and Luo Yuzhou
"And then there's Fang Yi, Qingyangzi of Xuanyang Mountain. These old monsters are all as deep and unfathomable as the sea; none of them are easy to get along with."

The jade seal murmured softly, flicked its sleeve, and struck the golden bell with the ruyi scepter in its hand.

"However, given the nature of the Blood Fiend Sect, why is there no Grand Master here?"
Where has Ji Kui gone?

The magnificent palace and quiet room returned to tranquility once more.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of crystal-clear light appeared, and the surrounding spiritual energy emanated from the Wushan Revolving Spirit Disc.

In the dim light, a thread appeared, passing through the layers of magical restrictions on the twelve-story building.

"Pfft!"

A fishhook emerges at the end of the thin line, piercing through the frozen soil and continuing to penetrate deeper.
Go deeper!
Whenever the fishhook's spiritual light dims, the Wushan Spirit Revolving Disc will spin again, drawing upon the city's spiritual energy.

The surging magical power imbued the fishhook, causing it to tear through the obstacles and plunge deeper into the earth.
The vast ice plains are no longer bitterly cold.

The aura of death spread, gray mist swirled, and thick pus dripped from the ancient coffin.

A crimson-haired corpse hand reached out, its five fingers gleaming coldly, seemingly slow but actually swift as it lunged down to seize something.

"You bastard!"
"Where did this old monster at the peak of Core Formation come from? He's so troublesome!"

Ji Kui, draped in a cloak and surrounded by a gray-white aura of menace, felt helpless.

He had only gone to the Huitong Shopping Mall Grand Fair to purchase spiritual items and magical treasures when he was inexplicably targeted by this ancient coffin, which relentlessly pursued him.

Sensing the cold glint of the red-haired corpse hand, its energy coalescing into a bottomless abyss, ready to devour anyone who dared to approach.
"Danger!"

His hair stood on end, and ignoring the pain in his meridians, he frantically channeled his magical power.

"Get out of my way!"

"boom!"

The deafening roar shook the land for miles around, causing icebergs to collapse, the earth to tremble, and a chilling aura carrying spiritual energy surged like a torrent.

A golden light suddenly appeared, shooting towards Ji Kui like an arrow released from a bow.

"clang!"

A dark gold and black iron shield was raised, with runes intertwined and a profound Daoist aura flowing, blocking the golden light.

He gazed at the cultivator a thousand feet away, who held an ancient dagger with snake patterns and exuded an eerie aura.

"Spirit Devourer?"

"I am Ji Kui of the Blood Fiend Sect. Fellow Daoist Devouring Spirit, do you intend to make things difficult for me?"

Zhong Hui's mouth split open, and his long, scarlet tongue licked his dry lips.

"It is rich in blood essence, pure in magic power, and also carries the aura of bloodlust."

"Hey, this old man knows how to pick things."

He seemed to faintly hear the bells of the Foreign Exchange Trading City thousands of miles away, and urged:

"Red-haired old monster, hurry up!"
The earth's energy deep within this frozen tundra changes, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, converging towards Huitong Mall.

Don't let a mere offering of blood ruin cause you to miss such a great opportunity!

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the coffin of the deceased. The corpse's energy was like oil, falling into a crow-head lamp, where a ghostly green flame flickered.

"boom!"

Corpse energy, malevolent energy, and serpentine patterns clashed together, creating a terrifying aura that should have reverberated for miles around.

However, it was covered by a thin veil, through which runes could be vaguely seen surging like serpents, constantly devouring the aftershocks of the three great masters' battle.

Huitong Mall.

As the imperial seal stepped out, jewels rained down from the sky and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The sound of metal and jade clashing was continuous and could be heard for miles around.

In the dilapidated room, the monk Sekong, draped in a kasaya and surrounded by starlight, was conjuring up the hexagrams of the celestial sphere.

"Hmm, has it started?"

The prayer beads in his hand paused, then shone with a golden light and disappeared towards the Dharma platform in the Jade Palace.

"Jie Jie"

A strange laugh rang out, and the energies of Xuan Yin, Tai Yin, Shao Yin, and Ji Yin circulated, causing the Yin and Ming hexagrams to shift.
The ghostly armor dissipated, revealing a gaunt figure wrapped in a silver-gray robe, appearing in a secluded alley in the western part of the city.

He gazed thoughtfully at the jade seal atop the gilded auspicious clouds.

"The grand trade fair is halfway through, why hasn't Yu Zhao shown up yet?"

Chidan Pavilion.

Luo Yuzhou, his vital energy withered and his face sallow, emerged from the dusty, sealed chamber.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

He coughed lightly a few times, and with his junior sister Ye Yao worried, he walked unsteadily towards the maple forest, leaning on his wooden cane.

"Junior Brother Yang Xu, Senior Brother has successfully refined the Fire Essence Pill."

With my junior brother's accumulated strength, he can refine this Fire Essence Pill. Nourishing the Black Breath Ice Flame with its medicinal power, his Dharma Domain will surely transform and evolve into the [Divine Flame Dojo].”

"Haha, thank you for your kindness in passing on the Dao, senior brother!"
"Once I embark on the path to the Nascent Soul stage, I will definitely find longevity elixirs for my senior brother!"

Yang Xu was draped in a cloud-like magical artifact, holding a crimson lamp in his left hand, surrounded by blazing magical power, indicating that his cultivation had improved once again.
The Great Master of Gu Dao, Yuan Shizi; the Six Palaces Master, Yan Wuwo; the Soul Devourer; and the Miao Barbarian Goddess.
One by one, great masters appeared, some stepping on rainbow bridges, some holding peonies, and some transforming into sword lights, landing on the seventeen core altars.

Wisps of life transformed into swirling mist, and Wumu, holding a vine staff, gazed at the only missing altar.

Why didn't Fang Yi come?
The second round of auction may include the puppet-path spiritual item [Stone-Seeing Silver]. Having missed it in this lifetime, where will he find a puppet-path spiritual item of such caliber?

His gaze swept over Yang Xu, whose aura was like fire and about to erupt, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Could it be that Da Yun came from a poor background and after purchasing the Blood Sea Lotus, his storage bag was empty and he didn't have many spirit stones left?"

Knowing he was no match for Yang Xu, he took a step back?

On the blazing altar, Yang Xu sat cross-legged, gazing at the dim altar where only Qin Yu remained.

He raised an eyebrow and gave a cold, mocking laugh.

"What, has Qingyangzi Fang Yi finally seen the light and decided to become a coward?"

Amidst the mocking glances around him, Qin Yu refused to allow his sect to be humiliated.

His face darkened, his robes fluttering in the wind, and he spoke in rebuttal:
"Master is in seclusion for cultivation, so there's no need for True Immortal Yang Xu to worry about him!"

"The younger generation is so noisy!"

"Boom!" The icy aura pressed down like a mountain, suppressing everything.

"Oh!"

The veins on Qin Yu's temples bulged, writhing like earthworms.

His body surged with magical power as he fought back fiercely.

useless!

The Great Immortal's mere aura was enough to make Qin Yu's body tremble and his knees bend repeatedly.

"Disrespecting your elders has exhausted me. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Qingyangzi!"
Kneel down!

"I am a junior, and I have no need for Fellow Daoist Yang's instruction."

The withered yellow Daoist aura fell, and the scorching energy was severed in one strike.

In Changqing Mansion, a verdant arched bridge rose up, and Fang Yi, wearing a jade crown, glanced at Shen Che and Xie Qingtang in the ice cave of the West Garden.

He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree on a cliff or a plum blossom in the snow, his pride innate and his spirit as deep and imposing as a mountain.

"tread!"

He stepped out with his boots, and blue lotuses bloomed, landing on the altar within moments.

"Brother Yu Xi, let's begin."

Fang Yi lifted his robe, patted Qin Yu's arm, and said with satisfaction, "Yu'er, you did a good job."

He then leaned back in the rattan chair, drifting into a half-asleep state, patiently awaiting the auction of the [Ishimi Gin].

"Crack!"

After seeing Fang Yi stop the scorching energy and save his disciple Qin Yu, Yang Xu remained silent.

They completely ignored him!

"boom!"

Black flames flickered, and anger boiled over.

"Ok!"

Yu Xi's expression turned solemn, and with a flick of his wrist, the jade ruyi struck the golden bell once more.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal carried a vast divine sense, suppressing the black flames.

Yang Xu's eyes turned bloodshot.

"Don't rush!"
Junior brother, don't let Fang Yi's sake delay your cultivation.

Luo Yuzhou's eyes were sunken, and his withered fingers reached out, pressing down on Yang Xu's strong arm.

"Fang Yi will eventually leave Huitong Ancient City. At that time, you are welcome to make your move."

"call!"

Yang Xu exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face turning ashen, and a chill emanated from his skin, freezing his body.

"Senior brother, I understand..."

No matter how eloquent one's words, they cannot compare to the power of magical cultivation.

Upon seeing this, the jade seal nodded slightly, and with a flick of its fingertip, golden mist swirled.

An ancient shield carved from ice crystals and an ancient cauldron containing a silvery, viscous spiritual liquid slowly rose up.

"The first item up for auction today is..."

On the dimly lit altar, Fang Yi's eyes cracked open as he gazed at the viscous silver spiritual liquid.

He murmured softly, "A near-fourth-tier puppet-making treasure."

"Iwami Gin!"

　I'm stuck on writing; I'll catch up on last night's work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)