Chapter 916
Crimson Eyebrows Bestows Treasure, Crimson Yin Breakthrough
Chapter 916 Crimson Eyebrows Bestows Treasure, Crimson Yin Breakthrough
With a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, Fan Deye had his messy hair tied up with a crimson silk ribbon, the end of which hung a bronze divination coin. He spoke earnestly.
"This disciple is neither a Nascent Soul cultivator nor a top-tier Dao Body."
Although he possesses some aptitude for divination, his ability to forge a superior foundation is entirely due to the support of his master, as evidenced by both the [Gengjin Life-Sharpening Book] and the superior foundation-building pill.
His figure became increasingly upright, and his handsome face also revealed a resolute look.
"Master, great opportunities are always accompanied by great dangers."
With the support of a master and the ability to compete fairly, they already surpass thousands of other cultivators.
If even this is not enough, then I will return to Dayun and live the life of a wealthy man.
Why bother seeking immortality?
What's the point of asking about the Dao?
Fang Yi's expression turned solemn, and his entire body shone with a silvery light. Accompanied by the clear chirping of insects, a surging pressure descended like a collapsing mountain.
"Deye, have you really thought this through?"
"Boom!"
Pressed down by the immense pressure of the great energy, his bones and muscles crackled and popped. Fan Deye trembled as he bowed deeply in respect.
"This disciple's mind is made up, and I hope Master will grant my request!"
"Your mind is made up?"
Fang Yi strolled over to his junior disciple, looked at the trembling handsome young man, and patted Fan Deye's somewhat thin arm.
His eyes showed admiration. "Deye, you're very good."
The overwhelming pressure suddenly dissipated like a spring breeze and rain, and the hall was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.
The banner of decay and prosperity in the ruins rises, and nine beams of emerald light fly as it flutters.
On the delicate banner surface, a phantom of a demon god, wearing a crown of creation and a robe of Yi wood, holds a five-colored lotus, smiles compassionately, and then…
A wisp of medicinal fragrance drifted into the body, cleansing the soul like heavenly dew.
"woo"
Fan Deye's body trembled, and he groaned.
The blood and energy that had been depleted deep within the bone marrow due to divination of heavenly secrets slowly rose again.
The hidden injuries deep within the eight extraordinary meridians and acupoints of the body were almost undetectable in the past.
Nourished by Fang Yi's gentle magical power, it was continuously nourished and removed, turning into gray impurities that overflowed from its pores.
"Since you have made up your mind, I, as your master, will lend you a hand."
The path to immortality is rugged and fraught with danger at every turn.
One step back leads to another, until there is nowhere left to retreat.
Fang Yi's figure disappeared, leaving only a ten-foot-long blue lotus in the Changqing Hall, wrapped in a large cocoon surrounded by the fragrance of medicine.
"Deye, your Dao heart is clear, and your aptitude for the Dao of Heavenly Secrets is excellent."
But remember one thing.
"A person can only rely on themselves."
Inside the large cocoon, Fan Deye did his best to maintain a clear mind, chewing on words.
He murmured softly.
"Can a person only rely on themselves?"
Outside Chaoyang Pavilion.
Fang Yi looked back into the Changqing Hall and seemed to see a resolute young man. A smile appeared on his lips.
"Is this how disciples inherit the Daoist tradition?"
Feels good
He straightened his clothes, stepped forward and gently knocked on the golden bell in front of the door, and the melodious bell rang out.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Disciple Fang Yi requests an audience with Martial Uncle Chi Mei."
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The heavy, vermilion-lacquered gates were tightly shut, and the towering pavilions were silent, save for the increasingly biting howl of the cold wind.
少顷
The vermilion gate opened, and Zhu Huan leaned out halfway, his thin lips pursed, his eyes revealing a sharp intent.
He bowed slightly to show respect. "Master, the Ancestral Master is waiting for you in the inner courtyard."
"Um"
Fang Yi glanced at Zhu Huan, the only Core Formation cultivator below the Great True Person of Chiyang Cliff.
"His sharp sword is stained with blood, and he carries a murderous aura. Junior Brother Zhu Huan fights demonic beasts day and night, and his cultivation has greatly improved."
"I must thank the sect leader for bringing back the alchemical text." The ancient sword behind Zhu Huan trembled, suppressing the remaining malevolent aura around him.
"As the sect leader, I enjoy the sect's resources, which is what I should do."
Fang Yi smiled slightly, a strand of black hair at his temple fluttering in the cold wind, exuding elegance.
"Thank you for leading the way, Junior Brother Zhu Huan."
"Please follow me, Sect Leader." A hint of longing appeared in Zhu Huan's eyes.
A refined gentleman, friendly to his fellow disciples, and possessing profound cultivation, Fang Yi's actions perfectly matched all his fantasies about the sect leader.
"Da! Da! Da!"
Steady footsteps sounded as Yi continued to force his way up the bluestone path, dodging numerous fierce and restrictive magical barriers.
One after another, precious medicinal plants came into view.
The emerald bamboo swayed gently, emitting a soothing, soul-stirring sound; the gnarled branches of the blood-veined fruit tree reflected a radiant glow from its plump fruit.
The five-leaved orchid's long leaves, like swords, shoot straight towards the sky, with thick layers of white snow piled up on the veins.
"The spiritual plants that have been passed down in our sect for thousands of years have all been transplanted here."
Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought. In the spirit fields, there were also seeds of third-tier precious herbs that You Xishan had obtained from the lair of the Deer Demon.
'I don't know where that old deer is hiding. I've searched for it several times in secret, but I haven't found it anywhere.'
The old demon was born in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and has lived for eight hundred years; it's impossible that he only has third-tier spiritual plants and precious herbs in his pocket.
"kindness?"
Some middle-aged men in brown short-sleeved shirts, dressed as old farmers, held hoes and bent over, combing the soil in the spirit field.
"Junior Brother Liang Qu?"
"Senior Brother Fang Yi?"
Liang Qu straightened up, looked at the handsome cultivator, and showed a look of surprise and delight.
"Senior Brother Fang has achieved a breakthrough in his physical cultivation and successfully passed the cultivation stage?"
Sensing Fang Yi's unfathomable aura, he congratulated him, "Senior Brother, your cultivation has advanced further; your path to immortality is boundless."
"Junior brother is exaggerating. He has only barely entered the third stage of body refinement."
Fang Yi glanced at the rice seeds in the spiritual fields, and the energy of the Earth element gathered on its own. His eyes gleamed, and he understood.
Being able to cultivate the Wutu Fragrant Rice he brought back, Liang Qu must have pushed Si Jingming, who was also a quasi-third-tier spiritual plant master, into the abyss, and taken it a step further.
He had a smile on his lips, his figure was as upright as a green bamboo, and his demeanor was graceful.
"Congratulations, Junior Brother Liang, on achieving your goal and making further progress by breaking through to the Core Formation stage."
"Haha, I have to thank Senior Brother Fang for his support." Liang Qu's lips curled up unconsciously.
The Great Cloud Profound Yang Mountain has only cultivated one third-tier spiritual plant master, which is a matter of great importance to one's cultivation path and lifespan.
Their interests were intertwined like mountains and seas, and his feud with Si Jingming ran deep.
One sought refuge with Wuji Peak, while the other befriended Yan Youtai.
Back then, all the disciples in the sect thought highly of Yan Youtai, and many old friends distanced themselves from him because of this, but in the end, he was the one who had the last laugh.
Liang Qu hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out a bulging storage bag from his sleeve, his eyes still showing reluctance.
"Is this Huangyan Lingmi?"
"Junior Brother Liang Qu, what a grand gesture!" Zhu Huan paused, his eyes widening, his words filled with deep resentment.
This Huangyan Spirit Rice is a spiritual seed left behind by the patriarch Guang Sheng. It is difficult to cultivate, but it can nourish the body, replenish essence, and has the effect of strengthening virility and greatly benefit offspring.
He visited Liangqu several times, and out of respect for Wu Hua Zhenren, he managed to buy only one dou (a unit of dry measure).
One stone and ten bushels—this storage bag is Liang Qu's lifeblood; his Daoist partner won't even let him touch it.
What is the purpose now?
"This Huangyan rice strengthens blood and qi and benefits essence. Although it is only at the quasi-third level, it is still very useful for body-refining cultivators."
Liang Qu pushed the bulging storage bag into Fang Yi's arms and earnestly said:
"Without my senior brother's support, there would be no Liangqu today."
Previously, Changqing Hall was closed and I was unable to visit. I hope you will accept this small token of my appreciation, Senior Brother. Please don't be shy about it.
Fang Yi took the brown storage bag, and felt its weight in his hand. He quickly estimated its value and knew its contents.
At least one shi of spirit rice.
He stuffed the bulging storage bag into his sleeve, chuckled, and accepted the kindness.
"It would be impolite of me to refuse."
Under Zhu Huan's unwavering gaze, Liang Qu bowed respectfully, pointed to the stone wall blocking the path, and whispered almost inaudibly:
At the end of the path leading to the Red Eyebrow Patriarch's Pure Heart Pool, he seems to be in a bad mood lately.
Brother Fang, please be careful on your journey and lest you bring bad luck upon yourself.
Feeling down?
Fang Yi seemed to be deep in thought, then nodded to Liang Qu to express his gratitude.
Zhu Huan cupped his hands and spoke. "Senior brother, the patriarch is at the Dixin Lake at the end of the path, but he has not summoned me."
From now on, my senior brother will have to walk this path alone.
"I understand." Fang Yi nodded his thanks. "Thank you for leading the way, Junior Brother."
Fang Yi stepped out of the stone gate and into the misty spiritual fog, disappearing from sight.
Zhu Huan's smile vanished, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at the old farmer in the spirit field.
"Junior Brother Liang Qu!"
Before I visited you, I mentioned that I had run out of rice from Huangyan, with only a peck left. What was that large bag of things just now?
"Senior brother, I haven't treated you well, have I?"
Liang Qu scratched his head and chuckled reassuringly.
"My junior brother provided great assistance in finding the spiritual land and cave dwelling I needed to form my core."
However, cultivating Huangyan rice is difficult, and even quasi-third-tier spirit plant masters rarely reap fruitful results. It was only after I reached the Core Formation stage, with the support of the sect, that I successfully cultivated one acre of spirit rice, ultimately yielding only one shi and three dou.”
"I'll keep two bushels as spirit seeds, sell one bushel to my junior brother, and keep the last stone for myself."
He paused slightly, then spoke with deep gratitude, “Master Fang is different.”
Junior Brother Zhu, you may not know this, but back then, when I was vying with Si Jingming for support within the sect, he had the upper hand.
"Without Master Fang's assistance, I, Liang, would not be the cultivator who has broken through to the third tier of the Spirit Plant Dao."
Zhu Huan sighed and reluctantly accepted the situation. In terms of supporting Liang Qu, Fang Yi held an overwhelming advantage.
Afterwards, he felt grateful and knew better than to boss people around or annoy them.
"Let's leave this matter aside for now. Next time Huangyan rice production expands, remember to allocate more to me, senior brother."
Junior Brother doesn't aspire to be on par with Sect Leader Fang Yi, but given our mutual respect, Junior Brother Liang shouldn't be too stingy.
"No! No!" Liang Qu shook his head repeatedly in denial. "Don't worry, Senior Brother Zhu Huan, next time the Huangyan rice is harvested, it won't be sent to Changqing Hall. The first batch will be sent to Chiyang Cliff."
Zhu Huan's lips curled slightly, feeling satisfied. His clan hadn't understood his previous investment in Liangqu, saying he already had powerful backers.
But then the rewards came.
"Junior Brother Liang is so kind as to accept my invitation, it would be impolite of me to refuse."
Liang Qu nodded and smiled, bent slightly, and brought his spirit hoe down again.
"clang!"
The sound of metal colliding echoed, and some of the accumulated earth energy in the spirit field was dispersed, drawing out wisps of golden earth energy from the dark soil.
His fingertips formed a series of hand seals, unleashing the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique.
The water's spiritual energy gathered and transformed into thick spiritual clouds, and spiritual rain fell gently, soaking the fields.
Liang Qu watched Zhu Huan walk away contentedly and murmured softly.
"Brother Zhu, please don't be offended. I am deeply grateful to Master Fang for his enlightenment, and I must make my choice."
After the expansion of the spiritual field, Senior Brother will definitely need to produce near-third-grade Huangyan rice.
However, this third-grade low-level Wutu fragrant rice must be given to Sect Leader Fang Yi first.
"Whoosh!"
As Fang Yi stepped through the stone gate, a babbling brook flowed before him, meandering and eventually converging into a deep, spiritual pool.
Red Eyebrows sat on a black rock beside the pool, and round after round of precious light shone, in which a jade palace lantern could be vaguely seen.
Sensing an unfamiliar presence entering, he spoke in a low voice.
"Nephew Fang, please wait a moment. I still have some unfinished business to complete."
As he finished speaking, he composed himself, and as his robes fluttered, streams of purple energy emerged like dragons.
"Buzz!"
The light dimmed, and the ancient palace lanterns floated in the air, the oil on the lamps turning a greasey color, with faint electric sparks visible.
'Refining the oil from that fourth-tier unicorn thunder rhinoceros?'
The Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord risked great danger in the Spirit Wasteland to obtain a piece of fourth-tier Barbarian flesh; after removing the skin and fur, the remaining flesh was refined into lamp oil.
Fang Yi gazed intently; the wick of the ancient palace lantern was not lit, but the milky white oil emitted a sweet fragrance.
The lamp had wood grain, and it wasn't carved from spirit jade; it resembled the spirit bamboo in the eye.
"The Jade-Silk-Clearing Mother Bamboo in the gate?"
"Oh!"
The wisps of purple energy gathered and transformed into a wisp of spiritual fire that fell to the ground. Accompanied by crackling thunder, the wick ignited, emitting a wisp of pure purple light.
"A treasure of the soul?"
Moreover, it is a divine soul treasure that awakens the source, at the cost of being able to be activated only once, to elevate its power.
Fang Yi murmured softly, his gaze fixed on Chi Meizi, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breathing, having expended a considerable amount of vital energy.
Although their cultivation levels differed greatly, as the Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity was completed, the Daoist phenomena of the four seasons gradually became perfect.
He still managed to probe out some of the true nature of Chi Meizi.
In the process of refining this palace lantern, a Nascent Soul True Monarch actually injured his vital energy, and it seems he even damaged his very essence.
Who exactly is it in Xuan Yang Mountain that makes Chi Mei so concerned?
Thinking about his purpose for coming here, Fang Yi recalled the image of Zu Dao, and vaguely guessed what was going on.
The sun flies high, the moon flies low, day and night alternate, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Holding the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, Fang Yi stepped out of the stone gate, out of the misty spiritual fog, and onto the narrow path.
After greeting Liang Qu, he left along the path, secretly sending a wisp of his divine sense into the banner.
A land of flourishing and decay, in the East.
In the spiritual field transformed from the Wuyuan soil, ancient trees sway and spiritual herbs flourish.
The adorable silver-white beast lay beneath the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine, its round belly trembling and exhaling wisps of profound and mysterious energy.
Seven Precepts spat out streams of silvery-brown true fire, which enveloped the yellow sandbag, refining each plump grain of spiritual sand, and then swallowed it with a mouthful of yellow gourd.
A glimpse of its rich demonic aura was revealed, indicating that it had already progressed far beyond the sixth level of the Core Formation stage.
"boom!"
A thunderous roar resounded, causing its fur to tremble. Its true fire went out of control, and the three spirit sands it had refined turned to powder.
"I wonder where the master has acquired such a treasure; its thunderous power is truly terrifying."
In Qi Jie's dark, jade-colored eyes, a three-foot-long, tattered fur coat was reflected.
The fur was enveloped in a soft purple aura, emanating spiritual energy. A faint, fierce-looking phantom of a single-horned thunder rhinoceros could be seen lying down, fast asleep.
"If I were to take a blow from this great treasure, I would surely die a horrible death."
Qi Jie shrank back, his mind becoming somewhat unsteady due to his great advancement in cultivation, but he quickly regained his composure.
"I'm fine, but I'm feeling unwell in the yin area."
South of the blessed land, the dark, corpse-filled Spirit Mountain stands tall, with jagged rocks and coffins surrounded by the aura of death, hidden deep underground.
At the foot of the frigid and deep Ling Mountain, scarlet blood energy surrounds a hideous swamp.
Blue and white icy datura grows by the pool, constantly condensing yin energy.
"boom!"
Another clap of thunder sounded, and Chi Yin's body on the black jade lotus trembled, his clear eyes revealing a look of terror, and the eerie green phosphorescent flames around him instantly went out.
He swallowed a bead of blood, and the intense heat of the corpse surged. Beneath the pale, old skin, a red face could be vaguely seen growing.
"Master is wicked!"
Thinking of Fang Yi's instructions, even though she was extremely unwilling, she stretched out her fair five fingers, and a wisp of corpse energy spread like a thin thread, falling onto the fur in the purple aura.
Like a straight hook bait, a ray of lightning is drawn.
"Boom!"
The lightning shattered the corpse energy, and following the Yin Sha's intuition, struck the Crimson Yin with a speed of a thousand feet.
The blood and flesh swamp was affected, and the blood in the pool dropped three feet, emitting a strange aroma of flesh.
On the black jade lotus, Chi Yin swallowed the lightning and vomited out a gray dregs of Yin energy.
His cultivation level had declined, but the evil aura had gained a greater immensity.
The heavy doors of Changqing Hall were once again tightly shut.
Looking at the still-warm prayer mat, Fang Yi nodded slightly shortly after Fan Deye left.
"Deye is good."
It's unclear how far it can go. Tianwujue is wasting his essence and lifespan, which is extremely undesirable.
But its effect on elevating the spiritual level of cultivators is genuine.
Thinking back on his past encounters with Yan Youtai, a look of worry appeared in his eyes.
"If one disregards the path of cultivation, Wu Jue could elevate a Foundation Establishment cultivator to the level of a third-tier Celestial Master."
not to mention
The Tianji Peak sect is known for its harsh and uncompromising nature, and its selection of successors is based on merit, with no regard for ordinary individuals.
Xia Mao, a Foundation Establishment disciple, has already joined Tianji Peak. Liu Song of Chiyang Cliff is also quite talented. It is said that a cultivator under the Ancestral Hall has also condensed a high-grade Dao Foundation by taking advantage of the demon tide.
Given Zhang Hengyi's current situation, if Senior Brother You offers enough incentive, he certainly won't hold back that high-grade Dao Foundation.
Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then a Qingxiao Transmission Talisman flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a blue-feathered crane, and flew out of the hall.
"Master Red Eyebrows is stationed in Cold Wind Valley, keeping an eye on this matter, so it's not appropriate for him to interfere too much."
But since my disciple dares to take such a great risk to seize this opportunity, I, as his master, cannot stand idly by.
Watching the crane take flight and land in Li Heng's hand in a corner of Cold Wind Valley, he nodded slightly.
"Before the Tianji Peak Grand Competition, there will be one last chance to help."
After that, whether it's for the sect's sake or to collect spiritual items, I will have to make a trip to the Huitong Mall Grand Trade Fair.
Only the powerful and influential Four Seas Merchant Alliance could afford to use such items as auction items.
Strands of silver spiritual light spread across the body, allowing one to feel the abundant essence and blood within the superior body. A nine-petaled lotus flower supported the golden elixir in the dantian.
Fang Yi murmured softly, revealing a wisp of body-refining energy, already at the peak of the first level of Core Formation.
"The first-grade Dharma Body is equivalent to the grade of the Golden Elixir of Withering and Flourishing."
With enough blood-derived spiritual substances to nourish oneself, there are no bottlenecks in cultivating the Four-Nine Mysterious Techniques to the Great True Person level.
The blood food I've accumulated is enough to push my body refinement cultivation to the middle level of the third rank. After that, I'll need to collect spiritual items again.
"We must obtain the Blood Sea Lotus."
He reached out and scooped up the adorable Seven Precepts from the Void Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner.
"I visited True Lord Chi Mei at Chaoyang Pavilion and received a great opportunity. I will help Chi Yin advance in his cultivation."
You shall guard the main hall well.
"Don't worry, sir. After I get my hands on the Wuyang Formation Book, my formation skills will improve by leaps and bounds."
This task of concealing one's vital energy is effortless.
Seven Precepts spat out a yellow gourd, six layers of precious light flowed around it, yellow sand spewed out, and a seventh precious light could be vaguely seen taking shape.
He then summoned a scroll of the Mountain and River Formation.
As the array unfolded, the illusory images of endless mountain ranges appeared, and winding, turbid rivers suppressed the aura of the Evergreen Palace.
Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this and stepped into the Blessed Land of Withered Glory.
Something came up and I had to take a short break, so I'll add an extra thousand words to this chapter as compensation.
(End of this chapter)