Chapter 919
The Long Strategy Fa Fa Fa Fa, Ancient City Gathers True Men
Chapter 919 The Long Strategy Fa Fa Fa Fa, Ancient City Gathers True Men
"Greetings, Master!"
Looking at Fang Yi, who possessed extraordinary bearing and an air of world-weariness, Shen Che bowed respectfully, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement.
This is Qingyangzi, who has killed a powerful demon king at the Core Formation stage, and is a well-known elder in the sect who supports his friends and helps his fellow disciples.
If Fang Yi hadn't been in charge, he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic about going to Huitong Ancient City.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Fang!"
The young girl, with her long, flowing black hair and adorned in a flowing, feathered dress, gave Xie Qingtang a swift and graceful bow, like a lithe white deer.
Su Yunni followed suit, bowing slightly with a smile on her lips, and gave a curtsy.
"Senior Brother Fang, I greet you!"
This is the most outstanding True Person in the sect, who established his own lineage at the Five Extremes Peak, and two of his disciples have achieved the Golden Core stage.
One of them was a Golden Core cultivator who had undergone a shattered core and was rebuilding his body.
Even if you can't befriend them, you absolutely mustn't offend them.
"Um!
Greetings, Junior Brother Shen Che and Junior Sisters!
Fang Yi returned the greeting gracefully, his gaze sweeping over the three newly recruited Core Formation cultivators, sensing the sharp, fiery, and icy auras concealed by his three fellow disciples.
His gaze lingered on Xie Qingtang for a moment, then fell upon Su Yunni, whose figure was voluptuous, her branches laden with fruit, and whose eyes held a captivating allure.
"Um?
This energy flow.
interesting!"
He was surprised, as if he had discovered something secret, but he did not delve into it.
There are already more than two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators on Xuanyang Mountain, and dozens of disciples in the late Foundation Establishment stage.
Faced with the tide of demonic beasts, countless cultivators perished.
To emerge victorious from among countless opponents, acquire the spiritual treasure needed for Core Formation, and ultimately break through to the Core Formation stage is no easy feat.
"Your magical power is clear, your soul is stable, and your foundation is good. Let's board the ship."
This trip to Huitong Mall presents a great opportunity, but the sect needs to establish a base in the city to sell spiritual items long-term.
You must be aware of the dangers involved.
With a wave of his sleeve, Fang Yi caused the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat to shimmer with light, gathering the energy of clouds and water, which then transformed into a cloud ladder that descended.
He stepped onto the cloud ladder, ignoring the ever-expanding strange phenomena in the Evergreen Hall.
Yang Xuanyi possessed considerable talent, with his spiritual root ranking as top-grade. Thanks to his full effort in mobilizing his natal medicinal energy to replenish his essence, Zhang Hengyi also suffered significant losses.
The timing and location are both favorable.
At worst...
Even the most foolish and stupid person can still condense a low-grade true pill.
Four third-tier spiritual plants and precious herbs were used by a master physician to harmonize the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, removing the decaying qi from the body.
The Evergreen Palace occupies a spiritual aperture located within a third-tier superior spiritual vein, where spiritual energy is abundant.
Yang Xuanyi couldn't possibly condense a fake elixir, could he?
The wind howled, and thick, leaden clouds stretched for miles, with purple lightning bolts weaving through them.
"call!"
The celestial phenomenon of Core Formation was still spreading, and amidst the roaring thunder, the tribulation clouds seemed poised to engulf the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat.
"not good!
How could this Core Formation celestial phenomenon be so magnificent!
Shen Che frowned, drew his seven-foot sword from his waist, and slashed, attempting to cut off the spreading calamity.
When the other Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect reached Core Formation, they did not experience such an unusual phenomenon.
"boom!"
A bolt of lightning struck, repelling the sword light and hitting Shen Che on the head, shattering his purple bamboo crown.
"Don't make a move!"
He took several steps back, stopping Xie Qingtang and Su Yunni who were about to make a move.
"These tribulation clouds are strange; they don't resemble those of ordinary cultivators who condense their core. Junior sisters, please don't make a move, lest you get burned."
"Quickly call upon our fellow disciples so we can escape this calamity cloud."
Shen Che felt aggrieved. If he hadn't been worried about being implicated by the tribulation clouds, he wouldn't have dared to use even thirty percent of his magic power. How could his crown have been ruined and his face so humiliated?
"There are still more than ten Foundation Establishment disciples escorting the spiritual items, and they haven't arrived yet," Xie Qingtang said, lifting a strand of black hair from her sideburns, her doe-like eyes revealing worry.
"Lacking numerous elixirs and magical artifacts, how can we establish a reputation in the Huitong Mall?"
"Junior Sister Qingtang, now is not the time to concern yourself with this matter."
"First, board the treasure ship. The Core Formation Tribulation is beyond our control."
Su Yunni frowned slightly, exuding a touch of charm, and exhaled a cloud of mist from her lips, obscuring the flying boat.
She then gracefully stepped onto the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat.
"Ok?"
A slender ray of precious light rose from the flying boat, transforming into a jade-red Bodhi branch that swayed in the wind and scattered specks of yellow light.
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"
The yellow light internally manifested the Daoist essence of decay, perfectly neutralizing the energy of the lightning tribulation.
"What exquisite spiritual power!" Shen Che exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock as he watched the thick, leaden clouds expand, the purple lightning serpent seemingly unaware of the group.
"A little more and it will attract calamity; a little less and it won't be enough to counteract the lightning."
"As expected of the sect leader!"
His heart burned with passion, and his eyes shone with anticipation.
It was only through breaking through to the next realm and forming the Golden Core that one could see the profound mystery within.
"I wonder when I will be able to possess such profound and wondrous abilities."
Above the deck, Yi Yi's robes fluttered, her fingertips made hand gestures, and a six-pointed plum blossom appeared in her pupils as she gazed at the electric snake churning deep within the thunderclouds—the electric snake had a fierce head and four bulges on its belly, breathing out calamity energy, transforming into a thunder dragon.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he murmured softly.
"The calamity breaks through a hundred miles, and lightning transforms into a dragon; this is an unusual phenomenon of the Golden Core Tribulation."
"Does Yang Xuanyi really have such a background?"
"No, it's still lacking."
Seeing the bulge on the electric snake's abdomen outlining sharp claws, yet unable to break through the skin, he shook his head slightly and shifted his gaze westward.
Unless one possesses a top-tier Blood Soul Dao Body like Blood Tooth, which can be nurtured as a powerful medicine, at his level, even a Core Formation True Person is nothing special.
"interesting."
Fang Yi murmured softly, gazing at the Ancestral Hall, which remained silent and profound, shrouded in darkness, with only occasional scattered sounds of ritual.
"Zhang Hengyi, how much of yourself are you, really?"
Even if a powerful sorcerer ascends to heaven and leaves behind a spiritual image, the Daoist principles they comprehend within it, forming a Daoist essence, are beyond the reach of a Core Formation cultivator.
Even if a Nascent Soul True Monarch intervenes, they can only offer limited assistance; they cannot influence the outcome.
Fang Yi smiled, his eyes filled with admiration.
He knew all too well the sinister nature of his character.
Having reached the end of his lifespan in his previous life and with no hope of advancing further, he built a great tomb to cultivate the "True Method of Taiyin Corpse Liberation" and manifested the Daoist phenomenon of "Netherworld Corpse Worshiping the Moon".
The most fundamental method is to rely on the spiritual images left behind by the great masters of the Taiyin Dao who ascended to heaven throughout the ages.
Even if tainted by the upper-level spiritual shadow path, one must still seek a sliver of hope.
Otherwise, what foundation would a mere Core Formation cultivator have to reverse life and death and have another chance to cultivate?
"Back then, I was fighting for my life, while Fellow Daoist Hengyi was striving to strengthen the path of cultivation."
Such a bold and daring master must have a steadfast heart for the Dao.
Or are you courting death?
"As expected of someone born in the Great Cloud Xuan Yang Mountain, the path they seek is as unorthodox as ever."
"And Master Changce."
Fang Yi's lips curled into a strange smile as he muttered to himself, "Reversing the [Mysterious Gluttonous Daytime Banquet], I wonder why Ancestor Guang Sheng would allow it."
I hope you can successfully break through to the next realm, Master.
"Junior Brother Yang?"
In the southwest corner of Cold Wind Valley, jagged rocks abound. Due to the scarcity of spiritual energy and the concentration of cold, malevolent energy, no cultivators practice here.
The crimson magic flowed and swirled, creating a maze of mist and using the chilling aura to isolate the inside from the outside.
Within the small space of the formation, the Taotie pattern flowed on the Lingzhen Five Flavors Pot.
The milky white broth in the pot was bubbling. Xiao Changce, naked and with his lithe body, leaned against the pot wall, his eyes shining brightly.
"Junior Brother Hengyi has invested a lot."
He ignored the excruciating pain as his body gradually melted away.
Xiao Changce murmured softly, reaching out to stroke the small, exquisite jade snake, his eyes filled with tender affection.
"I should hurry up too. Ah Jiu, let's completely merge."
"who!"
His expression changed. The secret of the Frosty Land was known only to True Monarch Crimson Eyebrows. How could it have been discovered by others? A beam of azure spiritual light descended from outside the restriction, transforming into a bowl of spiritual liquid.
The alms bowl rippled gently, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance rose up, nourishing the body and soul.
Xiao Changce's excruciating pain was relieved.
Sensing the powerful energy, he waved his hand to summon the alms bowl, feeling the vibrant green medicinal liquid ripple with life.
"Fang Yi?"
This is a high-grade third-tier spiritual liquid; it couldn't be hidden from him after all.
Xiao Changce's lips curled up, a look of satisfaction on his face. He flipped his hand, and the emerald green spiritual liquid poured into the Five Flavors of Spiritual Treasures Pot.
"Master Guang Sheng, I wonder how successful your plan will be?"
"Imperial Decree: Xuan Tao Sacrifice Ritual!"
With my body, I offer sacrifice to the demon spirit.
Li Jiu opened her mouth and swallowed the meaty soup from the pot. Within her petite and exquisite demon body, a wild and primal energy flowed.
The ancestral bloodline was activated, and a hazy, two-headed, fiery phantom emerged.
"Heaven and earth give birth to life, yin and yang nourish each other, yang supplements yin, and the soul gives birth to the soul."
A black and white gem shattered, and Xiao Changce's body shattered from his feet up, down his calves, knees, pelvis, and chest.
It melted continuously from bottom to top, reaching the neck, where a divine soul leaped up, enveloping the gray-red precious pill.
"Shout!"
Li Jiu swallowed the precious pill, and Xiao Changce's soul energy completely disappeared, as if he had already perished.
Ancestral Hall.
As one of the bronze soul lamps went out, Zhang Heng frowned slightly, and a bamboo shadow became clearly visible in his soul.
Immediately, a fertile land appeared, only to be extinguished by the energy of the five grains.
"Xiao Changce has fallen?"
He spoke in a hoarse voice, his exposed arms, neck, and cheeks covered in tattoo-like witch-like markings.
"A mere mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, with little lifespan remaining, will simply die."
Zhang Heng lifted Sang Tao's robe and continued to kneel beneath the stone statue of Ming Shuzi, bowing devoutly and chanting sacrificial hymns.
He didn't realize it.
As Xiao Changce's soul lamp went out before the shaman statue, the brown spiritual soil hidden within it lit up, and a barely perceptible Daoist aura gathered.
The purple light flickered in the Green Bamboo Nourishing Lamp, gradually adding a sense of profound weight.
Deep within Chaoyang Pavilion, a stream flows gently, but is gradually frozen by the chill.
Chi Meizi suddenly stood up and looked towards the Ancestral Hall.
“Junior Brother Guang Sheng?” He murmured softly, a look of recollection on his face. “Heh, for the sake of my disciple’s plans, this increases the chances of Zhang Hengyi’s involvement by at least 20%.”
Junior Brother Tianque must have joined in too, and you kept this from me. Do you two harbor such deep resentment towards your senior brother?
A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
"When did you make your move? Was it when you severed Jumang's witch seal?"
"But whether it succeeds or not ultimately depends on Zhang Hengyi."
"but."
Chi Mei fixed his gaze on the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat. Fang Yi's aura was vigorous, and his clothes fluttered.
"If it doesn't work, it won't cost you any effort in scheming."
The capable rise, the mediocre fall.
That is indeed the spirit of my Xuan Yang Mountain Sect.”
A thought inexplicably surfaced in his mind.
Huang Guangsheng was always kind to his disciples and treated them all equally.
Since an opportunity has been left for both Xiao Changce and Zhang Hengyi.
"What opportunity has Junior Brother left for Fang Yi?"
Where is it hidden?
"Ok?"
As if sensing something, Fang Yi looked up towards the southwest of Cold Wind Valley and felt that Xiao Changce's aura had completely dissipated, and his face showed melancholy.
He used his fingertips to perform hand gestures and Plum Blossom Divination to calculate, yet he couldn't detect a single trace of energy.
"Edict!"
Life and death, prosperity and decline, all come and go. Fang Yi's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into the frigid land surrounded by jagged rocks.
"Master, has he perished?"
The path to enlightenment is arduous; the hundred-day banquet for refining the Xuan Tao is over. Alas, yet another familiar face has returned to dust.
"The path to immortality is long and arduous, a solitary journey"
The true fire in his dantian burned the Jumang Witch Seal, causing it to tremble slightly. He sighed softly.
Seeing that all the cultivators in the sect had arrived, he waved his sleeve, and a magic seal descended.
"boom!"
Runes flowed across the ship's hull, and the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat transformed into a rosy glow, disappearing towards Huitong Mall.
Three days later.
A thousand miles away from Huitong Mall, a vast handprint was struck down.
"boom!"
The air was thick with the smell of corpses, the gray coffin was covered in pus, and a large, withered hand covered in red hair slammed out to meet the vast, ancient handprint.
"Boom!"
The spiritual tide surged, and the gray, corpse-like aura clashed violently with the dark blue precious light, creating waves of spiritual energy that shattered the frozen soil within a hundred miles.
"A Perfected Great Master?"
The red-haired old corpse let out a strange cry, its greed mixed with reluctance as it gazed at the farmer-like cultivator.
"Green Ears!"
Once my old injuries have healed, I will seek retribution for what I have today.
The coffin trembled, surrounded by eerie green phosphorescent flames, then crashed through the dense, sun-blocking branches and disappeared into the horizon.
"You bastard!"
"How dare you lay a hand on the Great Master of Medicine King Valley!"
A figure, blurry in shape, followed closely behind. Wherever it passed, the frozen soil thawed, and tender green grasses stretched out their branches, blooming with small apricot-yellow flowers.
A short while later.
A golden light shimmered, and a cultivator dressed in a copper coin robe descended.
Hu Yuzhao frowned slightly as he watched the fleeting aura of Yun Yang.
"Why is Qing Sui here in my Huitong Ancient City instead of staying at Yuxuan Garden to guide the disciples of Medicine King Valley?"
Could the news have leaked within the Chamber of Commerce? That shouldn't be the case.
Sensing the fleeting aura of Grandmaster Qing Sui, his brows furrowed.
This person is a Grand Master who has reached the Perfected Core Formation stage. He is a generation higher than him in terms of seniority and is a peer of the Crimson-Eyebrowed True Lord of Xuan Yang Mountain.
They were only a hair's breadth away from the Nascent Soul Realm. Even the Great Master of the Fire Worship Sect, relying on the power of the formation, could only barely hold their own against his fellow disciples.
"A Nascent Soul seed from the Medicine King Valley lineage, and Qing Sui, a quasi-grandmaster in the art of spiritual plants?"
Hidden in a cave in the frozen soil, the Great Master of Extreme Shadow, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, had the gaze of an eagle and the eyes of a wolf, with a deep green glint in them.
Sensing the fleeting aura, his expression turned solemn, and he felt extremely apprehensive.
Both being at the ninth level of Core Formation, this cultivator from the Four Seas Merchant Alliance was no match for Qing Sui.
Qing Sui, the Great Master of Medicine King Valley, possessed extremely profound knowledge and skills. Her Dharma Domain had been completely transformed into a Daoist Temple, and her Core Formation cultivation had reached perfection.
Within the vast icy plains, hundreds of thousands of cultivators, both human and demon, were locked in a struggle. The Nascent Soul stage cultivators, including Nong Su, the Demon Lord, and Chi Mei, were mutually restrained and unable to act.
This old monster Qing Sui is more than capable of securing second place and even contending for first.
Ji Ying hesitated, gazing at the golden figure in the frozen earth, and did not take a step forward.
He muttered to himself, "Yu Zhao is also a Great Immortal, and with the support of the Huitong Ancient City formation, nothing serious should happen."
Furthermore, the Fire Worship Cult and Medicine King Valley are vying for the spiritual aperture, preventing the White Cicada Old Monster from leaving for long, and Qing Sui is also being held back.”
"Ok?"
Ji Ying turned his gaze and watched as a flying boat sped away, enveloped in crimson light.
"Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat?"
Fang Yi, the Qingyangzi of Xuanyang Mountain, also came.
Including Yang Xu and Yu tide of the Fire Worship Cult, and several rogue cultivators from the Ice Plains, there are at least ten Grand Masters in the Ancient City.
"The Chamber of Commerce's grand trade fair has brought out all sorts of shady characters."
(End of this chapter)