Chapter 915
Heng 1's Gift, De Ye's Choice
Chapter 915 Hengyi's Gift, Deye's Choice
Looking at his four curious disciples, Fang Yi smiled but remained silent.
As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, with the support of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he had long passed the point where he needed to publicly reveal his qualifications to gain status.
Things are made secret, and words are leaked.
Even though Qin Yu, Li Heng, and the others are direct disciples, the fewer people who know about such matters concerning their foundation, the more secretive they become.
The world of cultivation is full of supernatural powers and secret techniques, and the Great Yu Dynasty is no exception, with its share of outstanding talents and heroes.
When it came time to compete for the Nascent Soul Dao opportunity, this Body Dao grade was his hidden trump card.
Li Heng's expression froze for a moment, then he realized what he meant and stopped talking.
He seemed thoughtful. 'Master's Dharma Body is indeed of a high rank.'
Fang Yi's gaze swept over Huo Zhao, who seemed hesitant to speak, and he said:
"His magic power is several times more refined than before. It seems he has put in a lot of effort and honed himself to perfection."
He reached out and beckoned, and Huo Zhao was drawn in a wisp of crimson blood energy.
"Blood stripping method?"
"You're quite good, Zhao'er, for enduring this excruciating pain of blood transfusion that pulls out your marrow."
"Master, you flatter me. This is what I should do." Huo Zhao bowed slightly and quietly exhaled a sigh of frustration.
He had heard plenty of rumors circulating in the sect over the years about exchanging several third-tier spiritual items for a mid-grade Golden Core cultivator.
Now that Master has stopped pursuing the matter, I should cultivate diligently in the future and temper my physical body. Perhaps I will be able to glimpse the realm of a Great True Person.
Although a Grade 3 Golden Core is only the lowest grade of Golden Core, it is still a Golden Core!
"Yes, Zhao'er, cultivate diligently."
Fang Yi smiled warmly, as if basking in a spring breeze, seemingly delighted that his disciple had suddenly awakened to the truth.
'Too late'
His heart was cold, and his soul stared at Huo Zhao as if he were looking at a skeleton in a tomb.
'I have given you all the opportunities you could, but unfortunately you have failed to live up to them.'
The so-called third-grade Golden Core cultivators are merely maintaining their status, exchanging it for the reputation of the Five Extremes Peak. Compared to ordinary True Core cultivators, they are no better.
Qin Yu, dressed in a dark brocade robe with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, frowned almost imperceptibly.
He sighed inwardly, took a step forward, and landed in front of Huo Zhao, whose face still showed signs of joy.
"Master, I have something else to report."
Six months ago, my junior brother Huang Daiyue from the Ancestral Hall sent me a scroll of the Way of Wood.
Afterwards, Master Hengyi invited me to go hunting monsters together, which seemed to indicate ulterior motives.
Qin Yu looked puzzled. "The lineage of True Person Hengyi conflicts with my Five Extremes Peak lineage, and both we and my master require wood-attribute spiritual materials and medicines. There's no need for them to send their inheritance."
With a flick of his sleeve adorned with cloud patterns, a jade slip fell to the ground, its verdant vitality flowing naturally, vaguely transforming into a tall, sturdy bamboo.
He then spoke.
"Master, look at this jade slip, it records the inheritance, containing the Daoist principles of [Wood Life]. Even the Great Master had to expend a great deal of effort to achieve it."
but."
Qin Yu's expression grew increasingly puzzled. "But afterwards, Master Hengyi invited me to hunt demonic beasts. It seems this disciple has been targeted by a savage beast, and I feel uneasy."
"Senior Brother has one too?" Li Heng murmured to himself with a strange expression.
"When Master went into seclusion, Ancestor Hengyi sent Junior Brother Daiyue with a third-grade precious material, Ice Spring Jade."
The elders in the Yan family take care of the disciples of the Ancestral Hall.
He frowned, his thoughts racing. "But he's different from Senior Brother Qin Yu."
Junior Brother Daiyue relayed the words of Patriarch Hengyi, urging his disciples to cultivate diligently and not to squander the quality of the Golden Elixir.
Fan Deye, who was almost invisible to the side, quietly raised one hand.
“Master, True Man Hengyi has instructed True Man Daiyue to give me a third-tier Wood Light Escape Talisman, and to instruct me to cultivate diligently.”
"Deye has it too?"
"Junior Brother has one too?"
Qin Yu and Li Heng exclaimed in surprise, and then subconsciously looked at Huo Zhao.
"Junior Brother Huo, you..."
"Senior Brother Huo, you..."
Huo Zhao's face stiffened, turning bright red. He lowered his head and said, "Master Hengyi has not contacted me."
"Hengyi?"
Fang Yi was also somewhat confused, unsure of the situation.
If the intention was to scheme against Qin Yu, a disciple who cultivated the Azure Lotus Treasure Color Scripture, there would be no need to gift Li Heng and Fan Deye spiritual treasures and talismans.
Ice Spring Jade calms the mind and soul; it is a rare spiritual object related to the soul.
The Wood Light Escape Talisman consumes very little mana, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators can activate it after nurturing it.
These two spiritual items were carefully selected, which must have taken a lot of effort, and they were delivered by Huang Daiyue without any request for secrecy.
But it wasn't a scheme against his disciple; that's why his feelings towards Qin Yu changed so drastically afterward.
As the eldest disciple, Qin Yu possessed only a mid-grade spiritual root, but he was extremely quick-witted and decisive in his actions.
As far as Fang Yi knows.
Relying on his status as a disciple of the sect leader and his Core Formation cultivation, along with his third-level medical skills as a stepping stone, Qin Yu cultivated an extremely vast network of relationships in Xuan Yang Mountain.
He has an excellent reputation and is also known as the "Merciful Healer with Compassionate Hands".
But this senior disciple of his was unaware whether Hengyi's intentions were benevolent or malicious.
A silver light shimmered in Fang Yi's eyes, piercing through layers of magical restrictions and passing through the swirling gray mist before landing on the Ancestral Hall.
"Buzz!"
In the ancient and dimly lit Ancestral Hall, two cold gazes simultaneously lit up and met.
"Oh!"
The collision of divine senses sparked electricity in the void, and the collision of the Daoist principles of withering and flourishing stirred up a small spiritual tide, which then transformed into a whistling wind.
A ray of starlight fell, transforming into the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth to quell the minor spiritual tide caused by the magical battle.
You Xishan's divine sense carried a hint of helplessness.
"I haven't yet congratulated Junior Brother Fang on his breakthrough in the Dao of Body, bringing him one step closer to the position of Nascent Soul True Monarch."
However, Coldwind Valley is still in its early stages of development, and its formation is only a mid-grade third-tier formation; it cannot withstand a battle between the two.
"Brother Xishan, please rest assured, it was just a misunderstanding."
Fang Yi's consciousness echoed with a clear, melodious laugh, and the dim, withered Daoist aura subsided.
"That would be best. Junior Brother Fang and Junior Brother Hengyi, the Eternal Ice Plains are vast and full of opportunities."
"Sufficient to accommodate two Grand Masters of Woodcraft"
The starlight dimmed, the Bagua diagram of Qiankun dissipated, and You Xishan's divine consciousness retreated.
As long as they don't fight each other in the sect and damage Xuan Yang's core, he won't interfere in Fang Yi and Zhang Heng's fight.
"Junior Brother Fang, your disciple needs to make a decision about the Heavenly Witch Jade as soon as possible."
In the Ancestral Hall, a hundred soul lamps hang high, transforming into a mysterious sorcery array that draws upon the energy of the unseen.
Zhang Heng, dressed in a peach-colored robe, had a gentle and refined look in his eyes, resembling a graceful gentleman.
"Nephew Fang has emerged from seclusion?"
Before long, our ancestral lineage will have another great master.
And with Senior Brother Changce's help, aided by the flesh and blood of the Icefield Monsters, the Gluttonous Feast should be fully prepared as well.
"Among the three lineages of Xuan Yang, the Ancestral Hall, Chi Yang Cliff, and Tian Ji Peak, the True Person Realm still belongs to my Ancestral Hall."
"Buzz!"
On his naked body, the roots and stems of five grains—hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans—writhed like earthworms, gnawing around and devouring a nine-foot-tall green bamboo statue.
"Fang Yi!"
His hoarse, dry voice rang out, the gentle light in his eyes vanished completely, and his sharp, piercing gaze returned as he reprimanded:
"What is the purpose of the sect leader spying on the Ancestral Hall?"
"Don't you know that this Ancestral Hall is where I preside over the worship of past ancestral masters?"
"Could it be that after breaking through his cultivation level, the Sect Leader intends to compete with me for the Ancestral Hall's lineage?"
"Master Hengyi has misunderstood."
After Fang's cultivation was stabilized, he was to go to Huitong Ancient City to take charge for the sake of the sect.
"I have come merely to inquire of the Master when he will use the Great Physician's Method to cleanse Yang Xuanyi's physical body."
Fang Yi's voice was like a clear and melodious chime, echoing throughout the Ancestral Hall.
"If I remember correctly, Xuan Yi is not far from the four-year limit of a Foundation Establishment cultivator." "Yang Xuan Yi?"
Within Zhang Hengyi's soul in the Ancestral Hall, a young man gradually appeared, wearing a crimson robe draped in gold thread and playing with a glass-colored pearl.
Before the altar, the coldness in his eyes faded, and he murmured softly.
"Junior Brother Xuan Yi's lifespan is running out. If he doesn't make further progress, he won't be far from passing away."
"Buzz!"
Ancient sacrificial sounds rang out, and on the altar, a spirit from the ancient capital was carved with a Ming Dynasty shaman wearing a peach branch crown adorned with jade, a blue silk robe with a cross collar, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.
The statue, brimming with primal energy, was covered in flowing witchcraft patterns, and gray-white energy gushed out like a waterfall.
A faint, ferocious, desperate roar seemed to emanate from within one's soul.
Zhang Heng's nine-foot-long green bamboo figurehead was completely swallowed up by the Five Grains Witch Pattern, and the gentle look in his eyes was replaced by coldness.
He gazed at the Evergreen Palace, surrounded by pine and bamboo and lush with vegetation, his eyes sweeping over its withered and decaying aura, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
"A low-grade offering made from the path of decay and decay is barely enough to be used to worship the deities of the Jumang sect."
His eyes immediately reflected Qin Yu's tall and imposing figure, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his lips.
"This golden elixir of the Wood Life Path, if properly nurtured, is sufficient to serve as a main sacrificial offering in the Wood Sacrifice Method."
Three sacrificial animals and six offerings.
First, perform six sacrifices, then plan for the three lifetimes.
Changqing Hall.
Fang Yi frowned deeply, a knot forming between his brows.
"eccentric.
Zhang Hengyi's qi has changed so drastically, he's like a completely different person.
Previously, his aura was like that of a vigorous green bamboo, containing an air of arrogance, yet he was considered to be of excellent character.
Within moments, it resembled an ancient corpse remnant from a barbaric wilderness, filled with a primitive and eerie aura.
'And there's also the blood sacrifice ritual.'
As a master of the Blood Path, he also kept a top-tier Innate Blood Soul Dao Body Core Formation True Person on Mount Sudu.
Even though Zhang Hengyi tried his best to hide it, and with the protective barrier and the Daoist deduction occupying 50% of his divine sense, Fang Yi was still able to detect a trace of extremely hidden, yet exceptionally pure, blood resentment energy.
'He's still a newbie after all. His skills are good, but there are still flaws.'
With a wave of his hand, Fang Yi took the bamboo-patterned jade slip held up by Qin Yu into his palm, feeling its warm touch and the wisps of life surging into his hand.
He channeled his consciousness into it and read it carefully.
A quarter of an hour.
Fang Yi withdrew his divine sense, his expression strange, and tossed the bamboo-patterned jade slip back into Qin Yu's arms.
"Yu'er, the jade slip contains the core inheritance of a great master of the Way of Wood, and there are no hidden tricks."
"You should carefully contemplate this; it will greatly benefit your practice of the Blue Lotus Precious Color Sutra."
"No hidden tricks?" Qin Yu's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Everyone in the sect knows about the relationship between Master and True Man Hengyi. He gave up his core inheritance to me."
What exactly is the reason?
Isn't this all to repeat the incident of the Xiao family's True Immortal refining the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch?
As Fang Yi's eldest disciple, Qin Yu was capable of handling matters. He only needed to go through the Sudu Mountain to exchange for the demon cultivator's spiritual medicine, which saved Fang Yi a lot of time and effort.
He was naturally generous in revealing the secrets of the sect.
After all, the atmosphere of Xuan Yang Mountain is full of deceit and treachery, devoid of any affection, making it far superior to the demonic path.
However, when it comes to the interests of fellow disciples, they never hesitate to scheme against each other.
"Perhaps it's simply to find a successor," Fang Yi murmured softly.
"Find a successor?!"
"Searching for a successor?"
"How is that possible!"
Behind the empty hall, gasps of astonishment rose and fell from Li Heng, Fan Deye, and Huo Zhao.
Fang Yi glanced at Qin Yu, who remained expressionless and whose eyes held a deep, unfathomable depth, and felt increasingly satisfied.
A fragmented Jumang Shamanic Seal appeared in his dantian, enveloped and refined by the Withering and Flourishing True Fire.
He warned in a low voice:
"As for the matter of sacrificing the Bodhi branch with blood?"
This wasn't the case before, but it might not be in the future.
In order to ensure the continuation of their lineage, the ancient shamanistic traditions, in their early stages, were even more brutal than demonic practices.
Fang Yi looked dejected and sighed softly.
When he first formed his core, Zhang Hengyi helped him a great deal in the face of Yan Youtai's oppression.
Even if there is an irreconcilable conflict between their paths, he would rather Zhang Heng die at his hands.
Or perhaps they are simply outmatched and fall into Zhang Heng's hands; it doesn't matter.
In the battle for immortality, life and death are in one's own hands.
From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, Fang Yi was prepared.
And now.
Zhang Hengyi may not be Zhang Hengyi.
Ancient texts record the ruthless nature of ancient shamanistic practices.
Fang Yi murmured softly, then fell silent.
He gazed at his four disciples, each with their own unique charm, before finally fixing his gaze on Qin Yu.
"Take the Sealed Spirit Jade Box to Sudu Mountain. After I am gone, do not return to Cold Wind Valley."
Go directly to Huitong Mall to find me; do not be alone with Zhang Heng.
"Deye, stay. The rest of you, leave."
"Yes, we bid farewell to our master."
"Crunch~"
The heavy doors of Changqing Hall opened and closed again.
Thinking of You Xishan's telepathic message, Fang Yi's eyes darkened, like an ancient, unfathomable pool.
"Deye".
There is an opportunity at Tianji Peak, but it is extremely dangerous. You may want to give it a try.
This matter involves the fundamental inheritance of our sect, and True Lord Crimson Eyebrows has kept his mouth shut, so I, as his master, cannot reveal the details.
"To have this opportunity is merely the starting point for a third-tier Heavenly Mystery Master; condensing one's natal hexagram is not difficult at all."
He murmured softly, an invisible energy soothing his soul and prompting him to seek the truth.
"If we are defeated, our path will be cut off."
Even if a Nascent Soul True Monarch were to ascend again, I, as his master, would be unable to intervene.
"Whether you go or not is up to you, Deye. Give me your answer within ten days."
"I have other important business to attend to; I must visit True Lord Red Eyebrows."
After speaking, Fang Yi looked at Fan Deye, who was completely absorbed in the conversation, and then got up and left.
Regarding his future path, Fan Deye has a solid foundation, and he is willing to give him a chance.
"Buzz!"
The heavy door opened again, and Fang Yi lifted his boot and took half a step out.
"Master, your mind is made up; you must seize this opportunity."
Fang Yi frowned slightly, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. If he hadn't personally intervened to regulate his soul and seek enlightenment, he would have been in a state of shock.
They would certainly think that this young disciple was lying and deceiving them.
"Deye, have you thought this through? Once you step into this vortex, it will be a life-or-death struggle, and there is no turning back."
If you are worried about the inheritance of the Heavenly Secrets, your master will make plans for you.
"Master, how can we not seize this opportunity!"
Fan Deye had a tall and straight figure, like a pine tree on a cliff or a plum blossom in the snow, with extremely clear eyes.
"Great opportunities are never without great dangers."
With a master supporting them, even disciples wouldn't dare compete for the path to immortality. What kind of cultivation would that be?
First, 4000 words; there are still 4000 words to go.
(End of this chapter)