Chapter 924
Blood Refining and Body Tempering, Crimson Yin Transformation Cultivation
Chapter 924 Blood Refining and Body Tempering, Crimson Yin Transformation Cultivation
The top floor of the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, surrounded by azure glow, was completely sealed off.
"Buzz!"
The Yuan Yu Furnace floats in the air, surrounded by waves of medicinal energy, and the scenes of fishing, woodcutting, farming, and reading on the furnace wall appear as if they are just passing by.
"puff!"
Fang Yi's slender, jade-like hand pulled out a fist-sized, azure demon core from the flesh and blood of the Ice Fiend Frost Armor Turtle.
"A mid-grade, third-tier ice-attribute demon core is a rare and precious spiritual item, whether for alchemy or treasure consecration."
He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Afterwards, have Yu'er make a trip there to deliver it to Cold Wind Valley and hand it over to Junior Sister Cai'er."
She cultivates the [Guangling Frozen Treasure Book] with ease across the vast icy plains, and has the potential to reach the realm of a Great True Person.
As for tortoise shells
"Master, you ate all the spiritual food, the Red Begonia Soup, that Gu Laosan sent, saying it was to nourish your body."
"The tortoise shell can't be used like this; it's a top-grade material for array formations!"
Seven Precepts blinked his dark eyes and spoke pitifully.
Looking at the little animal tugging at his trouser leg, gazing longingly at him.
"Small Qi will certainly not be left out of opportunities."
Fang Yi chuckled lightly, his slender fingers joined together, his palm like a knife, and a cold light flashed.
"Clang!"
The ice-blue tortoise shell, covered with innate patterns, fell down, and Qi Jie leaped up, clinging tightly to the shell.
"Take this tortoise shell and use it to refine the Nine-Bend Grand Array. The key is to use it to block cultivators and delay their escape techniques."
Fang Yi's eyes flashed with the illusory image of a six-pointed plum blossom, and he activated the Plum Blossom Divination Technique, reaching out to collect several goose-feather-like snowflakes into his hand.
Even without the inheritance of the third-order Heavenly Secrets Dao, through the study of the Misfortune Body and the exploration of the power of the Mysterious Heavenly Spiritual Root to suppress fortune, he has already stepped into the threshold of the third order in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets Divination.
"This cold wave is strange, unlike any other cold wave in the past. Afterwards, we will likely have to fight against human and demon cultivators, resulting in a bloody battle that lasts all day long."
The Great Yu is rich in spiritual treasures, and cultivators have a strong ability to preserve their lives.
To hunt down human and demon cultivators at the Great True Person level, array formations are indispensable.
"Mmm...mmm."
The master can finally get rid of those burdens and act without restraint.
The adorable, silver-white beast's lips curled into a cold smile, and a murderous intent, seemingly descended from the primordial wilderness, surfaced in its eyes.
As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." As Fang Yi's natal spirit beast, how could it possibly become a blessed spirit beast that enjoys longevity and good fortune after being influenced by what it sees and hears?
She suddenly realized that the withered and flourishing blessed land and the blood and flesh swamp were empty of corpses, and her master must have made arrangements all along.
"Has Little Red Yin already gone out to scout locations?"
"Ah."
Fang Yi nodded and cast a spell. A powerful suction force emanated from the Yuan Yu Furnace, drawing in the flesh and bones of the Ice Fiery Frost Armor Turtle.
"Oh!"
A single flame of life and death falls, tempering the cold, hard flesh and blood of the deepest chill.
"Tick!"
"Tick!"
The cold, hard flesh melted, and a drop of blood essence, round like a ruby, was condensed and immediately absorbed into Fang Yi's stomach for refining.
"Buzz!"
The golden elixir of life turns withering and flourishing, spring brings forth life, summer fosters growth, autumn harvests, and winter...
"collapse!"
After the winter hibernation of the Daoist tradition had evolved more than halfway, it collapsed, and spring returned, with grass growing and birds flying.
Three and a half streams of verse flowed and circulated, continuously refining the blood droplets.
The pure essence of blood and qi originates from the dantian, transforming into a warm and moist current that flows through the acupoints and meridians.
Fang Yi's meridians and flesh glowed with a jade-like light, his 206 bones vibrated, and strands of silver runes flowed around him.
Silver talisman with phoenix pattern!
This precious talisman, said to have been left behind in the spirit realm, had been completely refined by Fang Yi at some unknown time and integrated into his physical body.
"Grumpy"
As the blood essence in the Yuan Yu Furnace was continuously absorbed, the young man, dressed in a blue cloud robe and with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, sat cross-legged on the futon, his cultivation level constantly rising.
It was tailor-made using the Four-Nine Mysterious Techniques deduced by the divination master Tian Quezi. With Huo Zhao as the test subject, it overcame one flaw after another.
After Fang Yi forged a first-grade Dharma Body using this method, the foundation he laid was terrifyingly strong.
The path of body refinement is a path of struggle, consuming spiritual objects and precious materials several times more than that of Qi refinement cultivators. Therefore, since the ancient war to seal the demons, there have been very few practitioners.
Conversely, if one has a strong enough foundation and plenty of spiritual resources to digest, one's cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds.
Fang Yi had been managing Xuan Yang Mountain for a long time and happened to have no shortage of third-tier spiritual items.
"Gurgle!"
Another sip of Ice Fiery Frost Armored Turtle Blood Essence was swallowed into his abdomen, and he could already vaguely glimpse the scene of a mid-level third-order body refinement.
Fang Yi multitasked, using his magic power to refine the blood essence and replenish his body while simultaneously opening the Seven Rings.
"Chiyin will not attack ordinary Core Formation cultivators."
Killing too few people yields little benefit, while killing too many will attract the attention of top masters from various sects.
Attracting Nascent Soul seeds like Qing Sui, Bai Chan, and Yu Zhao would be a huge problem.
Before Yuan Hai advanced to the quasi-fourth rank, even I, a quasi-grandmaster of the Puppet Dao, was no match for them.
"Then how do we collect spiritual items?" Seven Precepts glanced at the few remaining blood essences in the Yuan Yu Furnace.
Although I don't know the specifics of my master's cultivation method, I know that the most important thing is the foundation.
Reaching the sixth level of Core Formation is already a result of past refinement and replenishment, coupled with the completion of inheritance and the simultaneous support of various foundations.
If one wishes to receive sufficient opportunities to advance through the Icefield Spirit Vein and benefit the Nascent Soul Dao, a cultivation level of the sixth level of Core Formation is not enough.
However, if one can advance the [Four Nine Mysterious Technique] to the late stage of Core Formation, the difference will be significant.
Fang Yijun's face revealed a sinister look as he said, "Naturally, black eats black."
How much does it cost to intercept and kill a real person?
The vast icy plains are rich in opportunities, and several major forces are locked in a power struggle. According to Xu Zangze of the Three Apertures School, there is more than one Grand True Person among the Tribulation Cultivators.”
"They are the fattest prey."
He murmured to himself, 'The Medicine King Valley, the Fire Worship Cult, and the Four Seas Merchant Alliance all despise these treacherous cultivators.'
When top-tier Grand Masters like Qing Sui, Yu Zhao, and Bai Chan made their moves, the Tribulation Cultivator immediately went into hiding, like a rat burrowing into the ground or a rabbit with three burrows.
But you can fool them, but you can't fool me.
When it comes to intercepting cultivators and hiding in their lair, I am the most professional.
Two thousand miles north of Huitong Ancient City, steep ice mountains stand tall, and apricot-yellow light streaks by.
"escape!
Run away immediately!
This Cold Cliff Mountain is only two thousand miles from Huitong Ancient City, how could it possibly have encountered Old Monster Zheng with his Ghost Head Saber, eating and drinking spree here!
Within the escaping light, a pale-faced scholar was drenched in sweat and his face was deathly pale.
He was merely a rogue cultivator at the second level of Core Formation; how could he possibly be a match for a powerful cultivator skilled in the art of killing?
"Trying to leave?"
Fellow Daoist Bai, you have committed adultery and abduction; my execution of you will be a meritorious act.
Old Zheng strolled leisurely, stepping on gray clouds.
With a flick of his fingers, the thick-backed ghost-headed blade emitted a cold light, surrounded by eerie green phosphorescent flames.
"Pfft!"
A flash of light pierced the air, severing the apricot-yellow escape light. The pale-faced scholar was cut in two and fell from the sky.
A thick-backed ghost-head sword was rolled up, and a pink storage bag was rolled up from the waist of the pale-faced scholar.
"who!
Who hides his head and shows his tail! "
Old Zheng roared and slashed his thick-backed ghost-headed saber down towards the southwest corner a thousand feet away.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal and jade clashing reverberated for miles around.
A crimson light surrounded the hazy coffin, and the cold, corpse-like energy transformed into a dark lotus, supporting the blood-red coffin.
The coffin lid slid down three feet, and a pair of fair, delicate fingers reached out, making a grasping motion.
"laugh!"
The plump flesh and blood on the pale-faced scholar's remains instantly dried up, turning into a fountain of blood that flowed into the coffin. "The Great Master of the Corpse Dao!"
Old Zheng's expression was solemn. A white jade skull flew out from his sleeve, accompanied by a series of eerie laughs.
"What is your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Red Bones!"
A hoarse voice came from inside the coffin. After speaking as instructed by Fang Yi, the Blood Spring Coffin closed again.
It instantly transformed into a streak of dark light and disappeared into the horizon.
Old Master Zheng frowned, but did not make a move.
"Red Bone Demon?"
I've never heard of such a person among the cultivators of the Ice Plains Tribulation.
Could he be some strange old monster from out of town?
"That's it.
The Blood Sacrifice Old Monster divined the secrets of heaven, and this great cold wave was extraordinary, holding a great opportunity.
This Crimson Bone Demon might prove to be an asset in the future.
Inside the Huitong Mall, on Zhuque Avenue, cultivators thronged shoulder to shoulder, making it more than twice as bustling as it was three years ago.
"What does Senior Brother Yuzhao think?"
The palace is a twelve-story jade tower. The emperor wears a star crown and a robe with a blue bird perched on a cloud. His face is as if carved by an axe, and he is handsome and masculine.
He gazed at the Xuan Yang Mountain True Man reflected in the mirror, who had split into three teams and departed, and said:
"It won't be easy for Qingyangzi Fang Yi to establish himself in Huitong Mall. That old monster Luo Yuzhou of the Fire Worship Cult will definitely not allow it."
Hu Yuzhao withdrew his attention from the Pixiu treasure basin and glanced up at the image mirror.
"Watch where these younger generation members go."
With a flick of his rounded fingertip, a red line started from Jinbao Ship Workshop, following the main road and paths through one market town and cave dwelling after another.
Having been in charge of Huitong Mall for a long time, no place in the city's seven districts and nineteen streets could escape his notice.
Hu Yuzhao spoke without a care.
"Zeng Xiugang had just advanced to the seventh level of Core Formation in Xiaoshishan, Dongfu District, in the west of the city, less than twenty years ago."
The Wu family's Grand Master Wu, who lived to a ripe old age, passed away peacefully on Yuhua Street in the north of the city. His descendants were unable to maintain the great family business of Yuanguang Cave.
Yu Linzi, the lover of Hong Liu Niangzi in Wushifang, South Street, was in his prime and had the potential to reach the ninth level of Core Formation, but unfortunately, he encountered that old demon Qingquan.
"You certainly know how to pick," he chuckled, turning his gaze back to the Pixiu treasure basin.
"It seems that Xu Zangze, the Eye Aperture True Man among the Three Aperture True Men, has been bribed by Fang Yi, otherwise he wouldn't have obtained such detailed information."
"Was Xu Zangze, the Eye of the Acupuncturist, bribed by Fang Yi?"
Yu Xi was startled, but did not doubt his senior brother Yu Zhao's words.
Since taking charge of Huitong Mall, Hu Yuzhao has expanded the city's scale tenfold, with Yaowang Valley and the Fire Worship Sect already having their own markets.
Originally a rivalry between two companies, Hu Yuzhao transformed the ancient city into a trading hub for the ice plains after his arrival.
The suppression of the Zoroastrian Hongyun Market and the Lingnong Valley of Medicine King Valley relied on this kind of far-reaching vision.
He looked doubtful and spoke in a deep voice:
"The reason why the Three Aperture Master was able to establish himself in the city, apart from the secret methods of the eyes, ears, and mouth, was because he acted in a neutral manner."
What exactly did Fang Yi do to make the Eye of the Beholder cast such a heavy bet?
"It should be a third-tier precious pill related to pupil techniques."
Hu Yuzhao tapped the gilded treasure basin lightly and said with interest, "It seems that Xuan Yang Mountain is hiding a high-ranking alchemist."
Fang Yi can handle the affairs of the ancient city as he sees fit, while Junior Brother Yu Xi should focus his energy on the grand trade fair three years from now.
His voice was low and somber. "If we can't attract enough cultivators, our plans will all be in vain."
"Hey, Master Tongbao is transmitting his voice using his Nascent Soul cultivation power. This great cold wave is the last one, and also the one with the greatest opportunity."
"Junior brother understands," Yu Xi nodded slightly, then beckoned his junior nephew Liu Jing for a brief instruction before the twelve-story Jade Palace was closed again.
Chikongyuan is located in Dongfu District, west of the ancient city.
Li Heng, dressed in a robe of the Vast Ocean, wearing a crown of the Nine Springs, with a long sword at his waist, struck the welcoming bell with a wisp of spiritual light from his fingertips.
"clang!"
"clang!"
A melodious bell rang, and a gray-robed cultivator opened his cave dwelling. Looking at the cultivator surrounded by a moist aura, he politely said:
"My name is Zeng Yuan from Xiaoshishan. May I ask who you are, my friend?"
"Li Heng, disciple of Master Fang Yi of the Five Extremes Peak of Xuanyang Mountain, greets fellow Daoist!" Li Heng stepped forward with an elegant demeanor, like a gentle and refined gentleman.
"I wonder if the Great Master Zeng Xiu is still here? I have a question to ask him."
"My great-grandfather is not here." The gray-robed master's expression changed, and before Li Heng could speak, he waved his sleeve and closed the cave.
"Oh!"
Looking at the tightly closed gate, Li Heng frowned slightly. He couldn't even enter the cave dwelling without encountering Dao Lian.
Their own master had established his authority by killing the two great masters, Gao Shanfu and Mi Ku.
Even if Master Zeng Xiu was unwilling to sell his cave dwelling, he should have refused tactfully instead of being so disrespectful.
Su Yunni, with her hair styled in a loose, flowing style, spoke in a low voice, "Senior Brother Li, what should we do?"
"We can't even get into the Zeng family's gate, how can we discuss buying the cave dwelling?"
North of the ancient city, on Yuhua Street and Yuanguang Cave, layers of gray restrictions flow, like an inverted bowl lid.
"Is Fellow Daoist Wu here?"
Shen Che from Xuanyang Mountain has come to visit; he has important matters to discuss!
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The towering pavilions were silent, as if no cultivators were present.
But Shen Che came here with a Wu family cultivator, so how could he not know that there were cultivators entrenched among them?
He stared at the tightly closed cave, his face showing dissatisfaction.
"They don't give Xuanyang Mountain any face at all. The Great Master of the Wu family has already passed away. We've lost our biggest backer, yet they're still so audacious?!"
Ungrateful!
Has she found another powerful backer?
Xie Qingtang's long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a flowing robe. Her exposed skin shimmered with a subtle jade-like glow, like green branches after the rain.
"Senior Brother Shen, the Wu family certainly doesn't have such a grand vision."
But this ancient city harbors hidden dragons and snakes; perhaps it was orchestrated by some great master."
"What does Junior Sister mean?" Shen Che, knowing this as well, spoke up:
"You messed up the very first thing you did for Sect Leader Fang Yi in the ancient city. How will you ever gain Sect Leader Fang Yi's favor in the future?"
This ancient city is teeming with geniuses, and there are probably nearly a hundred Core Formation Realm experts among them.
Without the support of the sect leader, you and I are merely ordinary disciples of Xuan Yang Mountain, and our chances of making a name for ourselves are truly too small.
"No rush." Xie Qingtang's eyes sparkled, as clear as a mountain deer's gaze.
"First, go and meet up with Senior Brother Qin and Senior Brother Li. All three cave dwellings are ranked in the middle of the third tier. As long as one is completed, we can fulfill the sect leader's decree."
"As Junior Sister Qingtang said," Shen Che murmured softly, his eyes slightly cold.
"Our cultivation levels at the early stage of Core Formation are not high enough, and we are not valued by the Wu family."
Senior Brother Qin Yu and Senior Brother Li Heng are disciples of Sect Leader Fang Yi, so their status is quite different.
Hongliu Niangzi, from Wushifang on South Street, waved her green veil, completely concealing the cave.
She swayed her graceful figure, ignoring Qin Yu outside the cave, and sighed helplessly:
"With your handsome appearance, Fellow Daoist Qin, it would be nice to have a casual romance with someone like you."
pity.
That old monster rarely issues warnings; I truly cannot afford to offend him.
Chiguang Pavilion.
Luo Yuzhou chuckled softly, his voice dry and smug, like a dove devouring a rotting carcass.
"I've been in Huitong Mall for nearly two hundred years. Which rogue cultivator would dare to disrespect me?"
"Does Qingyangzi want to buy a cave dwelling to establish himself?"
"A fool's dream!"
"If it weren't for something important, why would we have kept Fang Yi here until today?"
(End of this chapter)