Chapter 911
Returning to Xuan Yang, the True Man Follows
Chapter 911 Returning to Xuan Yang, the True Man Follows
"Buzz!"
The crimson essence pearl that had transformed into a spring in Fang Yi's dantian emitted scarlet blood energy, which flowed into the Yuan Yu Furnace along the meridians.
The engravings on the furnace wall emitted a brilliant light, transforming into a fisherman casting his net on a lone boat, chopping wood in the forest, and an old farmer cultivating the fields.
A withered yellow flame was spat out, falling to the bottom of the furnace and licking it. A trace of blood essence was extracted, and it shimmered with a precious light.
"Good furnace"
This Yuan Yu furnace was refined with high-quality materials and its magical restrictions were also of the highest quality, making it incomparable to a mid-grade furnace that barely reached the fourth level of magical restrictions.
It is several times more powerful than the Five Poison Cauldron.
Fang Yi's eyes lit up as he carefully sensed the refined blood energy within his meridians.
After acquiring Yuan Yu, there was a third-tier precious medicine provided by Yin Yue, as well as a silver phoenix-patterned talisman.
With everything in place, one can find a suitable location to further refine their physical body and replenish their magical power.
Huitong City has been managed by the Four Seas Merchant Alliance for a long time and has no shortage of spiritual veins, but breaking through here will inevitably reveal one's true strength.
'Returning to Coldwind Valley to break through will also provide an opportunity to inquire about what True Monarch Crimson Eyebrows is divination about during his seclusion.'
Fang Yi glanced at the opened spirit-sealing jade box, his eyes gleaming as he carefully examined the gray-robed youth filled with wild spiritual herbs.
With top-notch aptitude and a cultivation level of the sixth stage of Core Formation, he was born into the Nascent Soul faction of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, and his master, the Jade Immortal, is a disciple of the Treasure True Monarch.
Liu Jing is one of the most outstanding figures among the sect leaders.
On the accumulation of magical power?
He was far inferior to a cultivator at the fifth level of the Core Formation stage.
Even Yu Xi, a Nascent Soul disciple at the seventh level of Core Formation, is inferior to him.
But that's all. Many of the top-tier supernatural abilities of the Corpse and Puppet Path, which deplete mana, cannot be used without the foundation of a top-tier Grandmaster.
'Once the lack of magical power is replenished, the most advanced secret techniques and supernatural abilities from my previous life can be activated.'
Furthermore, having cultivated the Crimson Yin for so long, its foundation is already strong enough for me to unleash the secret techniques and supernatural powers of the Corpse Path.
Top-tier corpse cultivators never rely on the autonomous manipulation of corpses in battle; instead, they combine the power of human and corpse magic to push their supernatural abilities beyond the third tier limit.
Fang Yi murmured to himself, "In terms of lifespan and foundation, the road ahead is vast. Even the Corpse God Child of the previous life cannot compare to him now."
But purely in terms of killing and warfare?
The Three Yin Slaughtering God Technique is extremely refined and pure, surpassing even the Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing in its ability to eliminate the slightest conflict.
If it weren't for their terrifying combat and killing abilities, the Nether Spring Sect, a major sect for Nascent Soul cultivators, would not have lacked Golden Core cultivators. Why would it be his turn, a cultivator with a flawed foundation, to go into seclusion?
"Fellow Daoist Liu Jing, are you satisfied with the medicinal properties of these precious herbs?"
"The Blood Marrow Vine is divided into three parts, the Elephant Hoof Flower is full of plump fruit, and the Fish Pattern Datura is full of wildness."
Reaching out, Liu Jing slapped Ye Shengzai unconscious, then coiled the Blood Marrow Vine around his arm. A smile played on his lips, but he was inwardly astonished.
The quality of the medicinal herbs produced in these 100,000 mountains is much higher than expected; if measured in spirit stones...
Even if one third-tier precious herb is lost, the difference is enough to exchange for the Yuan Yu Furnace.
For the sake of the future medicinal benefits, the two great masters, Yu Xi and Yu Zhao, were willing to swallow this bitter pill.
Of course, the prerequisite is finding a true master willing to provide the necessary skills.
But this was a world of difference from the previous arrogant and unreasonable behavior of the Xuan Yang Mountain barbarians.
'This Sect Leader Fang Yi has good character; the trade in demonic elixirs should continue unabated from now on.'
Liu Jing muttered to himself, and since there was business to be done, his rigid expression softened a bit.
He then smiled, cupped his hands in farewell, and politely said, "These medicinal herbs are enough."
If Master Fang has nothing else to attend to, I will take my leave first.
"Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Liu Jing." Fang Yi smiled, his figure as upright as bamboo, watching the gray-robed youth depart.
Liu Jing stepped out of the doorway, then paused.
He turned his head and reminded him, "Sect Leader Fang is proficient in puppetry and has a third-grade high-quality puppet. If you are interested, you can prepare some spirit stones and treasures."
Five years later, in response to the approaching cold wave, our Four Seas Business Alliance is holding a trade fair, inviting masters from all directions.
He pondered for a moment, recalling what the alliance had learned about Fang Yi's past two hundred years of life from his base at Xuan Yang Mountain in Hanfeng Valley.
He protected his fellow disciples when traversing wild and desolate lands, was kind to his teachers, and accepted the descendants of his friends as his disciples.
In the treacherous world of cultivation, he is a rare and kind person.
Even though seeing is believing, it's true that she went to great lengths to protect Li Heng, even at the cost of making things difficult for him.
'Well, Fang Yi may have his own plans, but he is a rare kind-hearted person.'
We'll likely need to stay in touch in the future, so this favor is a sure thing.
Liu Jing then spoke.
"This Yuan Yu Furnace is comparable to a top-grade magic treasure. It was taken from the Seven Treasures at the trade fair five years later by my Uncle-Master Yu Xi."
While its true value is precious, it is not unique within our Four Seas Business Alliance.
With an air of arrogance, he continued, "As far as I know, two of the remaining six treasures are spiritual objects that will greatly benefit Fellow Daoist Fang Yi."
The Stone Seen Silver, a near-fourth-tier spiritual item from the Black Stone Mine, is a top-tier spiritual item for refining puppets.
The Crimson Sea Lotus, a near-fourth-tier blood-path spiritual artifact from the Blood Fiend Sect, also greatly benefits one's physical body.
These two great treasures are already in the secret treasury of the Jade Palace.
"A near-fourth-tier puppet spirit stone that has been found in silver?"
A near-fourth-tier Blood Dao Spiritual Artifact, the Crimson Sea Lotus?
Fang Yi's dark eyes lit up. As expected of the Great Yu, a place where powerful figures gathered, and as expected of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, which was well-versed in commerce.
The two near-fourth-tier spiritual items, called Da Yun, were exchanged for when the Crimson Eyebrows Nascent Soul was condensed, and the Ancestral Hall nurtured a Yin Locust Tree.
Later, at the Nascent Soul Ceremony, Yin Yue made a move.
As for the withered purple vein vine in his hand
Fang Yi had already learned from Xiao Changce that this was a token of love left behind by the patriarch Guang Sheng.
Even in the land of Dayu, Master Yinyue was one of the wealthiest men.
No one knows what happened in the Jianyang Secret Realm back then, that caused her, with her wealth, to be stuck at the bottleneck of the sixth level of Core Formation.
Finally, with the help of my Master Xuan, I was able to break through.
Muttering to himself, Fang Yi bowed to the gray-robed cultivator who had stopped, took out a wooden decree inscribed with the color Qingyang, and expressed his gratitude:
"I will remember this favor."
"If you need anything in the future, Fellow Daoist Liu Jing, you may seek me out with this decree."
Seeing that Fang Yi's reputation was well-deserved, Liu Jing smiled and accepted the wooden decree.
He continued to reveal secrets that ordinary Core Formation cultivators could not know.
"Haha, I, Liu, will naturally trouble Master Fang if I have any matters to discuss."
but
Five years later, at the grand trade fair, even a Core Formation cultivator could enter, but that was merely the threshold.
The Grand Master's side is the main force competing for the final six treasures, including many Nascent Soul seedlings regarded as direct descendants by various sects.
If Sect Leader Fang were to acquire a near-fourth-tier spiritual item, he would undoubtedly concentrate his resources on focusing on that one.
"I have other matters to attend to at my residence, and I will take my leave without further disturbance."
"Fellow Daoist Liu, please take care," Fang Yi said.
A quarter of an hour later, the candlelight flickered in the Flying Bird Pavilion, leaving only a cultivator with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, muttering to himself.
"The Puppet Dao Spirit Stone Sees Silver?"
Blood Path Spiritual Object: Crimson Sea Lotus?
In order to refine the Tiger Hill puppet and obtain the Yuan Yu Furnace, I exhausted all the spirit stones I had previously accumulated.
Even if they haven't exhausted their resources, they still can't compare to the top disciples of the Nascent Soul Sect.
"Now we should find a safe place to hone our body-refining cultivation to the third level, with the assistance of a divination master and the silver phoenix pattern from the upper realm."
I'm really looking forward to it.
With so many opportunities, what kind of physical body can be forged? Can we glimpse the quality of elixirs above the first-grade golden elixir, and perhaps even discover the secret to ascension?
As his foundation continues to solidify and his path to immortality broadens, Fang Yi, with his wild and untamed spirit, not only seeks to attain the Nascent Soul stage but also to witness the scenery he never saw in his previous life, when he struggled amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Among the countless beings and cultivators who covet the position of Nascent Soul, he too must see for himself.
"Master, Qin Yu requests an audience." Outside the Flying Bird Pavilion, Qin Yu, dressed in a dark black robe, had anger hidden between his brows.
Fang Yi composed himself, and with a flick of his sleeve, a dim yellow spiritual light fell upon the magical barrier, and an archway appeared.
Looking at his prized disciple, he frowned slightly and said, "Yu'er, your self-control is excellent. What is the cause of your anger?"
Qin Yu lifted his boots and stepped through the archway, surrounded by a menacing aura, and spoke in a deep voice.
“Junior Brother Deye was injured by the disciples of the Fire Worship Cult. If it weren’t for the Qingfu Treasure Coin bestowed by our master to protect him, his Dao foundation would have collapsed.”
His eyes blazed with fury, and his aura was chilling.
"When the other disciples of the sect leave Jinbao Ship Workshop, they will be approached by Zoroastrian cultivators who have the advantage in both cultivation and numbers. They bully the weak with numbers and the strong with strength, and they also carry magical artifacts to conceal their magical power fluctuations."
Junior Brother Deye was one such victim; he was followed and ambushed by two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators in the South District of the Mall.
"A Zoroastrian disciple?"
The magical artifacts used to conceal their power are truly comprehensive.
It's remarkable that Zoroastrianism has endured this long.
Fang Yi's eyes turned icy, a hint of killing intent appearing. The temperature in the warm pavilion plummeted, and the water vapor condensed into ice beads.
'Coincidentally, my storage pouch is empty and needs replenishing.'
'What terrifying killing intent.' Qin Yu felt as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were rushing towards him. The chilling killing intent made his body tremble involuntarily.
That is the natural fear of the weak towards the strong, like a wild rabbit in the wilderness encountering a roaring tiger descending the mountain.
'Hiss, Master's attack is no different from that of a True Person of the same level. Where did he accumulate such a refined and pure killing intent?'
This kind of pure killing intent, devoid of resentment or hatred.
The Blood Fiend Sect Grand Master I saw in the city before was not as refined as this.
Seeing that his disciple was startled by a wisp of killing intent from him, Fang Yi suppressed his aura and released a small wisp of pure spiritual light.
The pure white spiritual light nourished his soul and soothed Qin Yu's trembling body.
'That's right, even if Mount Tai collapses before you, you will not change your expression.'
It seems that not only do I understand my eldest disciple quite well, but his character is also exceptional.
Fang Yi understood the killing intent that Fang Yi had just released perfectly.
After the completion of the "Scripture of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing," the Daoist phenomena of the four seasons no longer stagnate, but are stuck in the unusual phenomenon of autumn.
The chilling autumn wind, combined with the biting winter cold, unleashed the murderous intent accumulated in his soul from his previous life.
After being tempered by the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade, a treasure of slaughter, this wisp of pure and refined killing intent is no weaker than a full-force strike from the sect leader, enough to easily annihilate the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.
"I am aware of this matter." After suppressing his murderous intent, Fang Yi smiled gently, his warm aura making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
"Yu'er, recall the disciples of your sect."
Having been at Huitong Mall for so long, it's time to return to our base in Hanfeng Valley. The sect masters are waiting for us to bring back good news.
Qin Yu saw the cold killing intent in Fang Yi's eyes through his gentle gaze, and his heart trembled.
'Master is now fully committed to killing.'
Even though he was worried about Huo Zhao, he dared not offend Fang Yi. He bowed respectfully and slowly retreated.
"Disciples obey the law!"
"Step down."
In the empty Flying Bird Pavilion, a few lonely lampstands stood tall, their candlelight flickering and casting a long, incomplete shadow of Fang Yi.
He held the Yuan Yu Furnace in his hand, and the essence of the Crimson Essence Pearl was continuously poured into the furnace.
After being tempered and forged, the scarlet blood and qi are then refined and incorporated into the muscles, bones, and flesh once again.
"To be able to find the disciples of the sect in the city so quickly, the intelligence that Grand Master Luo Yuzhou of the Fire Worship Sect possesses must be extremely accurate."
"Oh"
The Yinmu Reflection Mirror rises, and ancient, gray shamanic script flows through it.
The invisible mirror light pierced through layers of magical restrictions, reflecting the figures on the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, two berths away.
The figure was thin, draped in a cloak, and coughed lightly from time to time. His eyes emitted a dark purple light, staring at the Earth Phoenix Pavilion like a venomous snake.
"Gao Shanfu, a rogue cultivator in the late stage of Core Formation, has been keeping an eye on me ever since he left the Zoroastrian stronghold in the west of the city."
Hey, let me guess, to intercept and kill a cultivator with the strength of a Great True Person, three cultivators of the same level are enough.
Luo Yuzhou is a well-known loyalist of the Zoroastrian Church, so he will definitely take action personally. The rest will either require dispatching a Grand Master from the Zoroastrian Church or contacting independent cultivators.”
In terms of experience in intercepting and killing cultivators, Fang Yi believed that he was unparalleled in the Great Yu Dynasty, with few who could rival him.
"Heng'er should also seek out the [Three Apertures True Man] to come see me. With a demonic spirit as a hook, the Four Seas Merchant Alliance will give me face."
"Please collect all the information, that is..."
"kill!"
"To carve out a bright path to immortality."
“Cultivators who can break through to the Great True Person realm are all top-notch talents, regardless of their background or aptitude.”
I'm currently worried about the lack of spirit stones, as both the Thousand Cocoon Urn and the Crimson Yin require nourishment with essence blood.
Since this opportunity has come to me, I shall not refuse it.
Three days later.
The Jinbao Ship Archway, paved with bluestone and shrouded in mist, slowly rises amidst the melodious chirping of hundreds of birds.
As the clouds and mist dissipated, dozens of heavy spirit-sealing boxes, each about ten feet in size, could be vaguely seen atop the ship.
"boom!"
Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes and glanced at Wei Jingze, the shipyard manager who held the golden tablet, and the middle-aged cultivator with a golden robe and a mustache beside him.
"They're finally gone."
The Four Seas Merchant Alliance has indeed colluded with Xuan Yang Mountain, but it's nothing more than a few portions of spiritual herbs.
Xu Zangze watched the departing ship, recalling how Li Heng had obtained information from him three days prior when the ship had come to his door.
He murmured to himself.
Fortunately, Fang Yi of Xuanyang Mountain was sensible and knew when to advance and retreat.
The Zoroastrian Church has been cultivating the Huitong Mall for a century, with countless underhanded schemes, and is also under the jurisdiction of the Four Seas Business Alliance.
To confront them head-on would be like throwing an egg against a rock, a suicidal act.
At the center of Huitong Mall, shimmering golden light rolls around, and jade buildings stand tall like mountains, radiating brilliance.
The dark beast-head shield, the black gold flying knife, and the colorful flower basket—a new batch of magical treasures and spiritual objects—have been displayed in the Jade Palace a month ago.
On the rooftop terrace, adorned with carved railings and jade steps, a treasure-hunting platform is constructed from pearls, coral, glass, and black gold.
The altar has three tiers and enshrines a Pixiu treasure basin.
"Tsk, at least they're making the most of it."
Gazing at the departing Earth Phoenix Tower and the furtive figures of the cultivators behind it, Yu Xi, adorned with starlight on his head and wearing a blue bird perched on a cloud robe, had a faint silver light flickering in his eyes.
As a Grand Master born into the Four Seas Merchant Alliance, how could he not cultivate pupil techniques?
He shook his head slightly and chuckled softly:
"We were still outmaneuvered by Fang Yi."
With this demonic spirit as a temptation, it's best not to let anything happen to him.
"The demons of the Ten Thousand Mountains are not easy to associate with. With Fang Yi dead, no one else could maintain this new source of income."
4000+ words, plus the previous 2000, the goal of 6000 words has been achieved.
(End of this chapter)