Chapter 918
Xuan Yang's Secret Scheme, Returning to Huitong
Chapter 918 Xuan Yang's Secret Scheme, Returning to Huitong
"Disciple greets Master." Qin Yu, dressed in a black brocade robe, looked at the slowly opening door with a joyful expression.
Feeling Fang Yi's blood energy transform into billowing smoke, he bowed and offered his congratulations:
"Congratulations, Master, on your further progress in body refinement; you are on track to reach the Nascent Soul stage."
"Yes, get up."
Replenishing one's primordial essence is merely the first step in the path to Nascent Soul cultivation.
Fang Yi sighed slightly, realizing how difficult it was to break through a realm after attempting to reach the Nascent Soul stage in his previous life.
Unlike a Core Formation True Person, a Nascent Soul cultivator enjoys a lifespan of a thousand years and possesses the ability to move mountains and fill seas.
Within the five states, regardless of location, one could be considered a regional overlord.
Chi Meizi's breakthrough was at most due to his own inherent strength, accounting for half of the success. The remaining half came from the millennia-long accumulation of Xuan Yang Mountain, with seven generations of True Immortals working tirelessly to achieve it.
Where can he find the accumulation of thousands of years of knowledge if he wants to break through?
Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, flicked his sleeve, and gently lifted Qin Yu with a soft force.
"Will this trip to Dayun Sudu Mountain yield any results?"
"Master, these are spiritual herbs and treasures obtained in exchange for the Desolate Dragon Demon King."
Qin Yu took out several spirit-sealing boxes from his sleeve and said in a low voice:
"Junior Brother Feng has reached the completion of Foundation Establishment, but he is suffering from the lack of spiritual objects for Core Formation. I took the liberty of exchanging the Yuanxin Vine, a spiritual object for Core Formation in the Wood Dao, with the Demon King."
The Demon King of the Desolate Dragon said, "This will be included in the next transaction of spiritual items. I hope Master will forgive me."
"Feng Yuanzheng?"
It was truly remarkable that he had managed to cultivate to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage on Black Abyss Island.
Fang Yi's eyes were glazed over as he recalled the disciple he had taken in decades ago.
Qin Yu said in a low voice, "Master, consider this Core Formation spiritual item a gift to my junior brother. Afterwards, we will go to Huitong Ancient City, where I will refine some third-tier spiritual formulas."
"No need." Fang Yi waved his hand and interrupted, "Since he is my disciple, Feng Yuanzheng has already cultivated to the peak of Foundation Establishment and is expected to advance further."
As his master, I'll give him a chance; whether he succeeds or not depends on his fate.
"As for refining the spiritual formula?"
Fang Yi looked at Qin Yu, his brows furrowing slightly, and said with dissatisfaction:
"Do not let the affairs of others hinder your own spiritual practice."
The most important thing to advance to the Core Formation stage is to cultivate diligently and break through the current level.
Instead of wasting time and effort brewing elixirs to exchange for spirit stones, which would be too much of a waste of cultivation!
"Although a True Immortal who has reached the Core Formation stage enjoys a lifespan of five hundred years, countless True Immortals are trapped in the early and middle stages of Core Formation."
Even after reaching the late stage of Core Formation, the attainment of perfecting the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, and the creation of a Daoist practice site, remains a distant prospect.
"It's just a Yuanxin Vine."
Fang Yi calmly put away the spirit-sealing box containing the demonic spiritual treasures and materials:
"You should cultivate diligently, and I will take care of the matter of replenishing this spiritual object."
If there's nothing else, Yu'er, you may leave. Inform the sect to arrange for the cultivators to go to Huitong Mall to depart in seven days.
"Yes, disciple takes his leave." Qin Yu bowed and slowly withdrew from Changqing Hall.
"Oh!"
The main hall doors were closed, and a layer of blue protective barrier rose, isolating the internal and external energy flows.
Fang Yi didn't care about Feng Yuanzheng's matter. Although a Core Formation spiritual item was valuable, that was for Qin Yu.
Feng Yuanzheng has been stationed on Black Abyss Island for many years, and he is efficient in his work. The spiritual herbs sent to the Five Extreme Peaks every year have never been lacking.
Now that he has accumulated enough experience, he wouldn't mind going along with it and offering some assistance.
Success or failure depends on its foundation, but this is the only chance.
Fang Yi brushed the spirit-sealing box, and spiritual light emanated from it. The box opened, revealing that it contained spiritual plants and precious materials with demonic energy circulating within it.
"Buzz!"
A jade box grew taller in the wind, transforming into a seven-foot-long spirit pool. The pool contained a milky white broth with a meaty aroma, and one could vaguely see the crystalline spirit bones within.
"Gurgle!"
"It smells so good!"
A blurry figure emerged from the ground, transforming into an adorable, silvery-white little beast with glistening drool at the corner of its mouth, and lunged towards the soup in the pool.
Fang Yi was prepared. He extended his index and middle fingers and pinched the back of the small beast's neck with lightning speed.
He shook the little beast on his fingertip and said:
"I have other uses for this spiritual food, Xiao Qi. I'll only give you a bowl at most."
"Just one bowl?"
Qi Jie gazed at the milky white meat soup in the seven-foot-deep spiritual pool, then at the palm-sized jade bowl falling down.
Her dark eyes blinked as she looked pitifully at Fang Yi.
"Master~"
"Fuck off!"
With a wave of his hand, Fang Yi flung out the Seven Rings, then opened his mouth and inhaled, like a whale sucking in water, drawing the milky white jade soup into his stomach.
The meat broth in the seven-foot spirit pool visibly slid down one foot, its rich meaty aroma assaulting the taste buds, while crimson smoke billowed into the sky.
Just as it was about to break through the protective barrier, it was stopped by a slender, jade-like hand with distinct joints.
Fang Yi felt warm currents rising from his abdomen, nourishing his body and seeping into his muscles and flesh.
It devoured the blood essence in the swamp of flesh and blood, and the remaining resentment was slowly forced out.
"call!"
He exhaled a breath of stale air and, under the drooling gaze of Qi Jie, put away the remaining six feet of meat soup from the spirit pool.
Fang Yi murmured softly, "Seven servings of the third-grade, mid-level spiritual food, Crimson Begonia Soup."
There are also six portions of spiritual food to refine my essence and blood, and to temper my physical body, enough to push my body refinement cultivation to the peak of the lower third rank.
"Nine Wounds has not been in the Core Formation stage for a hundred years, where did he get such wealth?"
It seems they've gained quite a bit from the demons of Sudu Mountain.
Is it related to the Ten Thousand Mountains?
Fang Yi reached out and summoned six jade fragments from the sealed jade box, which then transformed into a circular transmission talisman in the air.
The distance between Dayun and Dayu is more than a million miles, and they are further separated by the Spirit Wilderness. Core Formation cultivators can only rely on cultivators to escort communication talismans to send messages.
"If Feng Yuanzheng can form his core, it will save Yu'er a lot of time later."
He muttered something under his breath and released a burst of magic power from his fingertip.
"Buzz!"
As the circular jade talisman rotated, Gu Jiushang's powerful voice resounded like muffled thunder.
"It's fine since this is Qingyangzi's first transaction; I'll let you take advantage of it."
Afterwards, I will raise the price of demonic spiritual items by 10%. If this fails, do not seek me out again.
My demonic artifacts are precious; I have no shortage of buyers!
With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of withered and flourishing spiritual light condensed, transforming into a green leaf that drifted into the transmission talisman.
"Pfft!"
The communication talisman shattered, and Gu Jiushang's rebuke abruptly ceased. Hidden characters rose, transforming into a spiritual script.
This was a pre-planned, covert move.
The Ten Thousand Mountains sect's foundation is even stronger than that of the Zoroastrian sect, and it is almost on par with the various sects of the Great Yu Dynasty on its own.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to force Dayu to cede part of Dayun as a buffer.
Gu Jiushang infiltrated the group with a clean background and impeccable revolutionary credentials; he cannot afford to make any mistakes.
Perhaps one day, by chance, I will find out about the spirit of the Nascent Soul in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Even if all the sealing jade boxes are lost, no evidence can be left behind.
"It is said that Jiu Shang gained the favor of the demon lord of the Ten Thousand Mountains Beasts lineage, who bestowed upon him an opportunity to break through to the seventh level of Core Formation."
The Golden-Eyed Ape King is likely like this.
Furthermore, the Demon Lord issued a decree ordering him to investigate the secret realm of Jianyang.
Lines of text flowed through Fang Yi's eyes.
His face lit up with joy, and he had already broken through the Red Yin barrier.
Furthermore, with two high-grade third-tier puppets, they are capable of protecting themselves from the most elite Nascent Soul seed in the Great Yu Dynasty.
"Once my body refinement cultivation advances further, and I have another high-grade third-tier human puppet in my possession..."
Fang Yi murmured softly, his dark eyes darkening even more.
"What secrets within the Jianyang Secret Realm could attract the attention of a Nascent Soul Demon Lord? What secrets do they hold that I am unaware of?" He frowned, his gaze seemingly passing over the magical restrictions and landing on the Chaoyang Pavilion, which was surrounded by spiritual mist.
Master Changce was unaware of this matter.
If there is anyone in the sect who knows the true nature of the Jianyang Secret Realm, it is only True Monarch Crimson Eyebrows.”
"Is it possible that the reason for relocating to the Great Yu Ice Plains immediately after breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm is more than just a matter of spiritual veins?"
As evening fell, a cold wind howled, the bright moon hung high, and streaks of starlight twinkled in the night sky.
As the heavy snow fell, Yang Xuanyi, with his white hair flowing down his shoulders, leaned on a wooden cane and walked along the bluestone road.
Gazing at the green bamboo that still stands tall and graceful in the cold wind, the blooming orchids exuding their fragrance, and the moss spreading across the ground...
He tightened his grip on a bamboo token hidden in his sleeve, his expression complex.
"Who could have predicted that a mere cultivator with a mid-grade spiritual root would, in just a hundred years, rise to lead the sect and establish the Five Extremes lineage?"
"Humph!"
A silver ray of light emerged from the ground, and supported by demonic clouds, the adorable little beast held a spirit fruit and took a big bite.
"Yang Xuanyi?" Seven Precepts looked astonished.
“Seven Commandments.” Yang Xuan’s face showed a look of recollection as he skillfully took out a bag of sea buckthorn fruits from his sleeve.
"This spiritual fruit"
"Buzz!"
A flash of brown light appeared, and the bulging brocade pouch fell into the arms of the silver-white beast.
He happily swallowed a bunch of sea buckthorn fruits, groaning as he made up for the pain of being eaten by Fang Yi all by himself.
"Xuanyi, you really understand me. It's been decades since we last met. Have you encountered another bottleneck in your formation techniques?"
Seventh Precept patted his belly loudly, confidently stating, "Just ask. My array formation skills have improved again; I'm sure I can answer your questions."
Feeling the abundant vitality of the silver-white beast and its cultivation at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage, Yang Xuan showed envy.
The Core Formation Realm!
If he could reach this level, why would he need to bow down to the Five Extremes Peak lineage?
As a senior member of the Ancestral Hall lineage, how could he not know about the discord between his senior brother and Fang Yi?
If this favor is used at a crucial moment, it can influence the mind of Master Red Eyebrow.
Unfortunately, I dragged my senior down.
He cupped his hands slightly and said in a low voice, "Is Sect Leader Fang here? I have important business to discuss with you."
"Looking for Old Ghost Fang?" Seven Precepts looked surprised. "What do you want with him?"
She gazed at the old man, his temples graying and his eyes lined with fine wrinkles, and belatedly realized:
"Xuan Yi is already so old; if he doesn't break through soon..."
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi?" A blue light swirled, and a tall figure gradually became clear in the bamboo forest.
Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a cloud-lotus crown and a blue cloud robe.
His gaze fell upon the vigorous vitality emanating from Yang Xuan's sleeve, and then he made a gesture.
"Buzz!"
The front was engraved with the two characters "Heng Yi" and the back was engraved with the scene of green bamboo becoming a spirit, which fell into his palm.
"Is it a favor from Master Hengyi?"
Fang Yi slightly closed his eyes, sensing the several faintly watching divine senses, and after a moment's thought, he spoke:
"The Great Physician's Diagnosis Method was promised a hundred years ago, and today Fellow Daoist Xuanyi has fulfilled that promise."
"Buzz!"
The Yuan Yu furnace was lit.
The spiritual diagram on the furnace wall shone brightly, transforming into a fisherman casting his net on a lone boat, a woodcutter chopping wood in the forest, and an old farmer cultivating the spiritual fields.
"Edict!"
Fang Yi opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of withered yellow true fire, which landed at the bottom of the furnace and licked it.
Thinking of his senior brother Zhang Hengyi's earnest teachings, Yang Xuanyi felt helpless and immediately bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your assistance, Master."
"Buzz!"
Several third-tier spiritual plants flew out from his sleeve.
Fang Yi lowered his gaze to the five-leaf orchid, the purple millet, and the azure tree, all of which seemed familiar medicinal herbs.
Among them were many mid-grade third-tier spiritual herbs, which were distributed as rewards after Zhang Heng killed the Deer Demon Child, and all of them belonged to the wood element.
"Master Hengyi truly values Fellow Daoist Xuanyi, sparing no expense."
A wisp of Fang Yi's natal medicinal energy rose from his fingertip, curling up the Five-Leaf Orchid and falling into the bottom of the furnace, which was shimmering with a precious light.
One after another, medicinal herbs fall, like antelope horns hanging from a tree, harmonizing the principal, assistant, and adjuvant herbs.
Until
The aroma of medicine wafted through the air as Yang Xuan stepped into the Yuan Yu Furnace.
Chaoyang Pavilion, the water of Xixin Pool flows gently along the river, shimmering with light.
Red Eyebrows sat lazily on the large blue stone, slowly withdrawing his gaze.
Fang Yi is quite magnanimous.
"That's good. Hengyi has finally put his last worry to rest, and can now give it his all."
He sighed softly and exhaled a wisp of purple sunlight, which fell onto the Green Bamboo Nourishing Lamp.
The ethereal music lingered, and the bamboo lanterns transformed into purple light, falling into the Ancestral Hall.
As the sounds of sacrificial rites arose, strange phenomena of the five grains flowed, and Zhang Heng, clad in a robe of mulberry and peach, reached out and plucked a bamboo lantern.
As he felt the Taoist charm of the bamboo lamp for nourishing the mind, a smile appeared on his lips.
"Senior Uncle Red Eyebrows, you've finally made a decision."
"We are both disciples of Xuan Yang, so what's the difference between us?"
In the Zhaixing Pavilion, a bronze armillary sphere rotates, and the hexagrams of the Zhou Tian (Heaven and Earth) flow.
"Junior Brother Fang, not bad!"
You Xishan slowly rose, holding a dove-shaped staff and wearing a star-patterned robe.
His eyes held the divination symbols of heaven and earth, as he murmured softly.
"Junior Brother Hengyi is unable to leave, while Junior Sister Wuhua has already ventured deep into the Ice Plains to explore the spiritual apertures."
Now it's my turn.
"A third-tier superior spiritual vein ultimately cannot sustain the cultivation of several Great True Immortals and one Nascent Soul True Monarch."
"With the Heavenly Witch Jade as bait, it's enough to attract the spies from the Fire Worship Cult and Medicine King Valley."
Afterwards, Junior Brother Yi will travel to Huitong Ancient City and establish connections with the Four Seas Merchant Alliance. Meanwhile, spies from major powers across the Ice Plains will all be mobilized.
He bowed slightly towards Chaoyang Pavilion, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the Cold Wind Valley.
Seven days later.
Hundreds of cultivators stood eagerly waiting in front of Cold Wind Valley, including many Core Formation cultivators.
Amidst the flattery and adulation of the assembled cultivators, Shen Che's face was chiseled, his eyes as black as lacquer. He wore a purple bamboo crown, a black and white robe, and a long sword at his waist, exuding confidence and charisma.
As a newly promoted Core Formation True Person of Xuanyang Mountain, a surge of vigor rose to the sky.
He glanced at the center of the other two small circles, where a young girl with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a flowing robe, had her exposed skin shimmering with a subtle glow, like green branches after the rain, exuding a sense of freshness.
"Fairy Xie Qingtang of the Clouds"
Shen Che shifted his gaze and landed on another graceful fairy.
She wore her hair in a style resembling a cloud of pine branches laden with fruit, her head bowed so low that her feet were invisible, her full curves exuding a mature charm.
She would occasionally glance in the direction of Changqing Palace, her beautiful eyes like a pool of spring water.
"Clouds and rosy hues, flames and rainbows"
"Huitong Mall is really tempting," Shen Che murmured to himself, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Those who manage to emerge victorious from among thousands of soldiers are all ambitious and eager to advance further.
With all the opportunities within a thousand miles of Cold Wind Valley exhausted, the Core Formation cultivator wanted to advance further.
Either venture deep into the icy plains, or...
Follow the sect leader to Huitong Ancient City!
"Ok?"
A vast and powerful pressure rose from the Evergreen Palace, and spiritual energy gathered and swirled down.
A mysterious aura gradually sprouted and reached its full potential.
Shen Che's expression changed slightly, revealing astonishment.
"Where is Changqing Hall?"
"Are there still people in the Five Extremes Peak lineage who have reached the Core Formation stage?"
"Buzz!"
A beam of azure light descended and transformed into Fang Yi. He didn't say much, and waved his sleeve.
"Boom!"
The clouds rolled and churned, and the crimson flying boat descended, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall vessel.
"Disciples heading to Huitong Ancient City, please board the ship with me!"
(End of this chapter)