Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Zhang Wushan's face sank slightly, and he picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "Brother Chen, don't worry. I have a grudge against Yan Tongchun. The auction was just a coincidence. Even if this didn't happen, he would still make trouble for me."

Chen Yuan frowned: "Brother Zhang and he are from the same school, why did they have a grudge?"

"This is a long story. I will tell you in detail when I have time in the future." Zhang Wushan put down the teacup and refilled it with spiritual tea.

Chen Yuan saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Zhang Wushan drank another cup of tea and said, "Yan Tongchun is narrow-minded. Brother Chen's bidding against him this time has offended him. He must have hated you."

"The three sects in Fanyang are just medium-sized sects. The so-called credibility is only for ordinary cultivators. It is useless in front of Yan Tongchun. Your identity should be leaked soon."

"According to Master, Brother Chen is not completely powerless under the demon king. He is very powerful. Yan Tongchun is probably not Brother Chen's opponent."

"But Uncle Gu just broke through the bottleneck of the middle stage not long ago. He is in the limelight. It would be troublesome for Brother Chen to defeat him. It is better to leave Fanyang Market as soon as possible."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you Brother Zhang for reminding me. I will leave today."

The two chatted for a while, Chen Yuan stood up and said goodbye, and Zhang Wushan personally sent him out.

Chen Yuan did not return to the cave house, but left the market directly, drove the escape light, and flew to the southeast.

Chen Yuan had just broken through the bottleneck of the late stage, his true essence was more solid, and his strength increased a lot, so he was not afraid of Yan Tongchun.

But behind this man was a master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and everyone knew about his conflict with Yan Tongchun at the auction. If he killed him, it would definitely attract the pursuit of Yan Tongchun's master.

He had already offended the ancestor Yuntian and fled to Renzhou. If he offended another cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he would not be able to stay in Renzhou, and Li Qingshan would probably suffer.

Chen Yuan flew all the way at a very fast speed, and returned to Qingshan Village a day later.

Li Qingshan was very happy to see his master coming back. Chen Yuan spent three days explaining the difficulties in cultivation to Li Qingshan, and gave him several low-grade spiritual materials bought from Fanyang Market, and gave him a foundation-building pill.

This foundation-building pill was made by him in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain. It has not been used for so many years, and it was left to Li Qingshan, which can be regarded as a kind of inheritance between master and apprentice.

Li Qingshan saw that Chen Yuan had even arranged his foundation building, and knew that he would be away for a long time, so he was reluctant to let him go.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Master, I will be away for a few years at least, or more than ten years at most, and I will come back. You should practice well, but don't just sit in meditation, which will cause your sword heart to be covered with dust."

"There must be many monsters in this vast mountain range. You can go into the mountains to find monsters and test your swords. The monster materials you get can also be exchanged for some spiritual stones and elixirs."

In the past ten years, Chen Yuan had taught Li Qingshan the art of alchemy, but his spiritual awareness was average and he had no talent for alchemy. He wasted dozens of furnaces of spiritual herbs and could not make a single elixir.

Chen Yuan could only give up and let him focus on swordsmanship. If he needed spiritual stones in the future, he could go and hunt monsters.

Li Qingshan bowed deeply: "Yes, disciple will obey the master's order!"

Chen Yuan then drove the escape light and flew eastward.

A day later, he flew thousands of miles and could faintly see a line of blue on the horizon.

Continuing to fly forward, looking down through the clouds, the blue waves are boundless, turbulent, and the waves are surging towards the shore, crashing into the hard reefs, shattering the waves, stirring up snow-white waves all over the sky.

After eleven years, he returned to Yuqing Sea again.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed, and an exquisite mask with gold thread hollowed out appeared out of thin air in his palm. He raised his right hand and covered his face, blocking the upper half of his face.

With a flash of light, his speed increased sharply, flying into the sky above the sea and rushing to the east.

…

Ranshi Sea, Kongyu Island.

Like the Mohai Sea, the Ranshi Sea borders the Wanyao Sea. The sea is densely covered with reefs, and the seabed mountains are crisscrossed. There are many monsters distributed, which also attracts many cultivators to come here to hunt monsters and take pills.

Kongyu Island is the only medium-sized island in the Sea of ​​Rocks. The cultivators who come here to hunt monsters use it as their base. There are three Yuanying cultivators on the island all year round to guard against the beast tide.

Kongyu Island is extremely prosperous, but because it is often attacked by the beast tide, the street shops are relatively simple and all built with ordinary wood. There are even stone houses built with large pieces of bluestone at the outermost edge of the market.

The sea fog is permeated in the Sea of ​​Rocks, making it difficult to find the traces of monsters. The cultivators who come here to hunt monsters are much fewer than those who go to the Ink Sea. The Yuanying cultivators who sit on Kongyu Island are only half of those on the Blood Island. They are often forced to abandon Kongyu Island when the beast tide comes.

Simple shops, rough stone houses, and messy stalls are scattered in the market in a messy and harmonious manner, adding a bit of vitality. The sound of selling monster materials is one after another, which is no different from the hawking in the mortal street market.

Chen Yuan spent ten low-grade spirit stones to buy a wooden sign, walked slowly into the market, and seemed to be back to the bustling streets of Leping County.

He traveled day and night, and only when his true essence was more than half consumed, he lowered the light of escape, meditated and practiced, and then continued to fly. It took a total of two months, and finally arrived at Kongyu Island.

Compared with when Master Qingyou arrived, there was no change here.

A thousand years is just a blink of an eye in the world of cultivation.

"Senior, is this your first time to Kongyu Island? Do you need a guide?"

Chen Yuan's sigh in his heart was interrupted by a respectful and enthusiastic voice.

He turned around and saw a teenage girl coming up to him. She looked at Chen Yuan with a smile on her face, but there was anxiety in her eyes.

She is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. She has a dark complexion and an ordinary appearance. She wears a large robe that covers her whole body.

Chen Yuan looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes and asked, "How did you come to this island?"

The sea of ​​rocks is the same as the sea of ​​ink. There are densely populated first-level monsters in the sea. You must be at least a tenth-level Qi refining monk to be able to come to Kongyu Island.

The girl's expression darkened and her voice lowered: "I was born on Kongyu Island. A few years ago, my parents went to sea to hunt monsters and unfortunately died. My cultivation is low and I can only earn money by working as a guide for foreign monks. Some spiritual stones for cultivation.”

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "How well do you know Kongyushimabo City?"

The girl's eyes lit up: "Senior, don't worry. I have lived in Kongyushimabo City since I was a child. I am very familiar with it. No matter where you want to go or what you want to do, I can show you the way. It only costs ten yuan." Just a spiritual stone!”

Chen Yuan's heart moved and he stepped towards the street to get out of the way. The girl immediately followed him.

The two came to a secluded place on the street, and Chen Yuan asked, "Do you know where I can find out about the monster?"

The girl said without thinking: "Then it depends on what kind of monster information the senior wants. Monsters of different levels have very different prices for information."

Chen Yuan said: "I need information about the seventh-level monster."

Hearing this, the girl couldn't help but widen her eyes, and her expression became more respectful: "The news of seventh-level monsters is extremely rare. Only Zhenhai Pavilion, Zhengqi Pavilion, Tianji Pavilion, and Qiming Pavilion are for sale in Kongyushimabo City."

"What's the origin of Qimingtang?" Chen Yuan asked.

Zhenhai Pavilion, Zhengqi Pavilion, and Tianji Pavilion are naturally shops opened by the three major sects, but Qi Mingtang has never heard of them.

The girl replied: "Qimingtang is a store opened by the Qi family in the Minglan sea area. It is located in Zhenhai Pavilion, Zhengqitang, and Tianji Pavilion in Fang City."

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that he had heard of the Qi family. This was a medium-sized family that had only risen in the past thousand years. There were two Nascent Soul cultivators in the family who were very popular.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Take me to Qimingtang."

"Yes." The girl responded, turned around and walked forward.

Chen Yuan followed her, weaving in and out of the crowd, walking through the streets. The rough stone houses on the streets turned into pavilions, and there were fewer and fewer monks setting up stalls.

The two of them walked all the way to the center of the city and stopped in front of a three-story attic.

This attic occupies a vast area. The three words "Qi Ming Tang" are written on the plaque from top to bottom. It is ancient and grand. From time to time, monks come in and out. The energy is restrained, but it cannot be hidden from Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness. They are all foundation-building monks. .

The girl said respectfully: "Senior, this is Qimingtang. I have a low cultivation level and can only wait outside the door. I wish you a smooth trip."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly and walked in.

After entering, there are three-layer wooden shelves. On the shelves are light masks. Inside are monster materials, demon pills, magic weapons, talismans, pills and other items, divided into categories.

The foundation-building monks who entered the Qiming Hall walked among the wooden shelves and picked things.

A middle-aged monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining came forward and said with a smile: "What does this senior need?"

Chen Yuan exuded the coercion of a pill-forming monk and said calmly: "Is the master of your hall here?"

The pressure was immediately withdrawn, but it also made the middle-aged monk look frightened. He immediately bowed deeply and said respectfully: "Senior, please wait a moment. This junior is a general gift."

After that, he turned around and left, quickly walking up the stairs.

Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back. After a while, the middle-aged monk came back quickly and raised his hand in vain: "Senior, please follow me."

Chen Yuan followed him up to the third floor and came to a quiet room.

The room is elegantly furnished and filled with a light fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. A beautiful young woman in her thirties is sitting behind a table, holding a teapot and pouring spiritual tea into the tea cup.

When she saw Chen Yuan coming in, she stood up to greet him, turning a blind eye to the gold hollow mask on his face. She bowed Yingying and said with a smile: "I am Qi Peiyun, the head of Qi Mingtang. I wonder what you want to do with me?"

Chen Yuan bowed his hand in return, and the Qi of the late stage of pill formation radiated out, and he said calmly: "I first came to the sea of ​​rocks, and I want to find out about the seventh-level monsters, so that I can hunt them down and get the pills."

The smile on the face of the beautiful young woman became wider, and she raised her hand to signal: "Fellow Taoist, please sit down. There is indeed news about several seventh-level monsters in this hall, but the required spiritual stones are quite a lot."

Chen Yuan sat down opposite the beautiful young woman and said calmly: "Spiritual stones are not a problem. Dare I ask what kind of monsters the news in the hands of fellow Taoist Qi is about?"

"There are four kinds in total, a Yaksha and a tiger-headed dragon, both in the Sea of ​​Stones, and a Yin Shark and a Fire Luan in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons." The beautiful young woman personally served the spiritual tea and said with a smile. .

Chen Yuan took the tea cup and nodded slightly. Except for Yaksha, these four seventh-level monsters all have strong bloodlines. Qimingtang is indeed the shop second only to the three major sect strongholds, and it is indeed well-informed.

The beautiful young woman asked: "I wonder which kind of monster you want to know about?"

"However, I would like to remind fellow Taoist that monsters are not dead. This information may not be accurate. If fellow Taoist fails, we will not return the spiritual stone."

"Of course, based on the credibility of this church, these information are definitely not fake."

Chen Yuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly: "A few spirit stones are nothing, but these four level seven monsters are useless to me. Does your hall have any news about the three major monster royal families?" (End of this chapter)