Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

On the second day of the meeting between the elders of the Haoran Sect, Chen Yuan followed Zhang Wushan and entered the Chongde Mountains again. He came to the island in the middle of the lake and met the layman Qingliu in front of the thatched cottage.

Chen Yuan bowed deeply: "Junior Chen Yuan, pay my respects to senior."

"Disciple pays homage to Master." Zhang Wushan also bowed.

Qingliu layman said with a pleasant look: "Sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan sat down politely. Qingliu layman picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Chen Yuan himself.

Chen Yuan stood up hurriedly: "Senior has embarrassed this junior..."

"It's okay, sit down." Qingliu layman handed over the tea cup.

Chen Yuan bent down, took it with both hands, drank it all, and then sat down again.

Qingliu layman put down the teapot and said, "You should already know the mission assigned to you by the sect, right?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Brother Zhang told this junior everything on the way here."

A trace of apology appeared in the eyes of layman Qingliu: "I originally wanted to get a task for you to hunt down the traitorous murderer. Although it is a bit troublesome, I have my sect to provide you with information, but it only takes a little more time.

"Those late-stage pill-forming monks are no match for my little friend, so the risk is not great."

"But Elder Gu has a clever method. He asked me to help the Yuan family and dumped the hot potato of the Lingshi vein to me. All the elders strongly agree. There is nothing I can do. I hope you can understand."

Chen Yuan said: "Senior can argue hard for the younger generation, and the younger generation can't thank you enough."

Qingliu layman sighed softly: "This mission failed, and my little friend can only wait for another thirty years to use the spiritual veins to conceive a baby."

"Fortunately, this fight is just for the battle for the spirit stone veins, and there will be no life-threatening danger."

"That thousand-year-old Lei Tan plant will definitely not be returned to you, but I won't let you suffer. Whatever treasure you need, I will try my best to fight for it."

Zhang Wushan couldn't help but interject: "Master, Yan Tongchun is no match for Brother Chen, so what about the true disciples of Hidden Sword Palace? Brother Chen may not have no chance of winning."

Qingliu layman said: "You have never been to Ningzhou, so you don't know the pros and cons of the monks in the Hidden Sword Palace."

"There are also differences between sword cultivators and sword cultivators. The monks from Hidden Sword Palace are the most powerful sword cultivators in Jiuxian Continent, and Yan Tongchun is far inferior."

"This time there are two true disciples coming together. The Yuan family monk and the casual cultivator are just making up the numbers. Chen Xiaoyou is one against three, so the chance of winning is extremely slim."

"Disciple has been taught." Zhang Wushan glanced at Chen Yuan and sighed.

Qingliu Jushi looked at Chen Yuan again: "I'm not looking down on you, it's just a fact. When I go to Yunding Mansion, my priority is to protect myself."

"The magic power of sword cultivators is extremely powerful. If you use it, you will either die or be injured. The head of the Yuan family will only protect your little friend's life, but he will not care whether you are injured."

Chen Yuan nodded: "This junior understands that no matter whether this trip succeeds or not, this junior will put life-saving first."

layman Qingliu nodded: "After this little friend fails in his mission, he will not be allowed to borrow the spiritual veins of our sect to conceive a baby again within thirty years."

"Fortunately, my little friend has a long life, so there is no need to worry about it now. I will vouch for you when the time comes."

"With my little friend's strength, ordinary tasks will definitely not be a problem for me. Without an accident like the spirit stone mine, Elder Gu will never be able to make things difficult for me again."

"By the way, I want to exchange the Millennium Thunder Tablet for some treasure. I will prepare it for you as soon as possible to prevent Elder Gu from getting in the way."

Chen Yuan said: "Thank you for the reminder, senior. It's just that I haven't decided yet. Can I wait until I get back from Yunding Mansion before telling my senior?"

"That's fine, there's no rush at this moment." Qingliu layman frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Wushan, "You go to Yunding Mansion with Chen Xiaoyou. You don't have to do anything, just follow Xiaoyou Chen."

"Yes." A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Wushan's eyes, but he agreed immediately.

"Without further delay, you two will set off today." Qingliu layman picked up the tea cup in front of him.

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan stood up, bowed with clasped fists, and flew away from the island in the middle of the lake.

Qingliu layman looked at the two people's retreating light, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "It's a pity..."

…

On the top of Heyu Peak, there is Elder Gu's cave.

In the main hall, Elder Gu and Yang Liqian sat opposite each other, with two cups of spiritual tea in front of them. Yan Tongchun stood behind Elder Gu with his hands lowered.

Yang Liqian looked at Yan Tongchun and said with a smile: "Senior nephew Yan has a good plan. How can Chen Yuan be the opponent of the true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace? If you want to use the spiritual veins of our sect to conceive a baby, you can only wait until thirty years later."

Yan Tongchun said respectfully: "Uncle Master, thank you. I only think about the sect. The monks in the sect cannot participate in the fighting. Since Chen Yuan is a physical practitioner and wants to use the sect's spiritual veins to have a baby, he naturally has to share the worries and solve the problems for the sect." , take back the spirit stone veins, if you can’t get them back, how can you lend him the spirit veins?”

Yang Liqian laughed: "What my nephew said is true. The future prosperity of our sect depends on disciples like Senior Nephew Yan who are devoted to the public good!"

Elder Gu picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "Tongchun, what's going on with Elder Qingliu?"

Yan Tongchun replied: "Disciple has sent people to keep an eye on Sifang Pavilion and Mingliu Lake. Two hours ago, Zhang Wushan went to Chen Yuan's residence."

"Soon after, the two left Chongde City together, entered the mountain gate, and entered Mingliu Lake to meet Elder Qingliu."

"An hour and a half ago, I left the mountain gate again, but did not return to Chongde City."

Elder Gu put down the teacup and said, "Chen Yuan must have gone to Yunding Mansion. When will Junior Brother Yang plan to leave?"

Yang Liqian smiled and said: "Don't worry, the fighting will not start until a month later. Before that, I can just rush to Yunding Mansion."

"What matters now is, will anyone else go to Yunding Mansion?"

Elder Gu said: "Junior Brother Yang, don't worry, I have already talked with several other elders, and they are not interested in Thousand-Year Thunder Tan."

The smile on Yang Liqian's face grew wider, he raised the tea cup, raised his head slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Elder Gu reminded: "But I still ask Junior Brother Yang to spare Chen Yuan's life."

Yang Liqian said: "If Senior Brother Gu doesn't tell you, I won't kill him."

"He has a close relationship with Elder Qingliu. If I kill him, I will have a deadly feud with Elder Qingliu."

"However, I have offended Elder Qingliu during the discussion. If Chen Yuan does not want to trade Thousand-Year Lei Tan, I will not show mercy."

"Isn't he a physical practitioner? If I take away his essence and blood and destroy his physical body, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to have a baby again."

He said this in an understatement. After hearing this, Yan Tongchun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

Yang Liqian and Elder Gu chatted for a while, then stood up to leave. Yan Tongchun sent Yang Liqian out of the cave before turning around.

When he walked into the main hall, the teapot and teacup on the stone table had disappeared.

Elder Gu sat on the main seat with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

Yan Tongchun asked: "Master, will Master Yang really destroy Chen Yuan's body?"

Elder Gu opened his eyes and said calmly: "It depends on whether Chen Yuan is sensible. Junior Brother Yang's only son is about to live for a long time. He failed to conceive a baby twice before, so he took two pills to save his life."

"Now that he has the Millennium Thunder Pill, as long as he refines the Tribulation Thunder Pill, his only son will have a great chance of forming a Nascent Soul and extending his life by five hundred years. He will definitely not miss this opportunity."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Tongchun's mouth. Seeing this, Elder Gu frowned slightly: "Then Chen Yuan was just bidding for the anti-aircraft stone with you at Fan Yang's auction. Why do you want to kill him?"

"Could it be that you hid something from me as a teacher, and also forged a grudge with Chen Yuan?"

Yan Tongchun broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly bowed deeply: "How dare I deceive the master? I just think that Chen Yuan is a physical practitioner and is not weak. Even if he fails to conceive a baby this time, he will definitely make a comeback thirty years later."

"If he comes up with any more rare treasures then, without the dispute over the spiritual stone veins, I'm afraid the sect will only be able to lend out the spiritual veins."

"If we really want him to successfully conceive a baby, Elder Qingliu will have a Nascent Soul foreign aid, which will definitely be detrimental to the master."

"Thirty years..." Elder Gu's eyes flashed, "You are right, we cannot let this person have a baby. When he comes back from Yunding Mansion, you will find an opportunity to kill him."

Yan Tongchun's heart sank, and he cupped his fists and bowed: "Chen Yuan is a physical practitioner, and his cultivation is comparable to that of his disciples. It is not difficult for the disciples to defeat him, but it is not easy to kill him."

"I sincerely ask Master to give me a Spring and Autumn Slip. I promise that I will crush Chen Yuan's bones into ashes!"

Elder Gu took a deep look at Yan Tongchun, took out a yellowed bamboo slip about a foot long from the mustard seed ring, raised his hand and threw it, and the bamboo slip slowly flew over.

"This matter will be settled within a year."

Yan Tongchun caught the bamboo slip with both hands, put it into the mustard seed ring, and bowed deeply: "Disciple, I obey!"

…

Northeast of Renzhou.

The Huaiyang Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, with many mountains and majestic mountains. More than a hundred miles to the east is the Yuqing Sea.

There is a medium-sized spiritual vein in the mountains. Two thousand years ago, a Yuanying monk established the Soul Sword Sect here.

The Soul Sword Sect established a city at the foot of the Huaiyang Mountains, named Huaiyang City. Monks from thousands of miles away gathered here and became increasingly prosperous.

On this day, a bald man with a majestic build and a mustache lowered his light at the entrance of Fangshi, strode into Fangshi.

Several guides who were warmly greeting the monks coming and going saw his ferocious face and couldn't help but feel fear and avoided him one after another.

The bald man frowned, came to a guide, and said coldly: "Take me... me to the place where news is sold in Fang City."

This guide is young, only in his twenties, and has a third-level Qi refining level.

He looked up at the bald man who was seven feet tall. He felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious monster. His whole body was trembling and his voice was trembling: "Senior, please follow me."

He avoided the cold gaze of the bald man and walked forward with his head down. He arrived at the center of the city and stopped in front of a three-story building.

The small building is elegant and simple, with the words "Wanxiang Building" written on the plaque.

The young monk said in a trembling voice: "Senior, this Wanxiang Building is the place in Huaiyangfang City that specializes in selling news."

"All dangerous places within a radius of thousands of miles, and even news about the sect family, are for sale in Wanxiang Tower."

The bald man nodded and walked towards the building.

"senior……"

The bald man turned around, a hint of impatience flashing in his cold eyes.

The young monk who still wanted to ask for the spirit stone felt like he had fallen into the deep sea, surrounded by dark water, and could hardly breathe when he saw him like this.

He quickly changed his words: "Congratulations... I wish senior all the best!"

The bald man snorted coldly, turned around and walked into Wanxiang Building.

The young monk turned around and left hurriedly as if he had been granted amnesty, but those cruel and cold eyes stayed in his mind like a nightmare and could not go away.

There were no other customers in the Wanxiang Building, only a young and beautiful female nun sitting behind the counter.

She saw someone coming in, stood up to greet him, and said softly: "Does this Taoist want to... want to buy information?"

The female cultivator saw the bald man's appearance clearly, and met his cold eyes, her voice trembling involuntarily.

"Take me to see the person in charge." The bald man said coldly.

The young female cultivator did not dare to say much, and even did not dare to ask the bald man about his cultivation. She immediately turned around and walked upstairs.

The two came to a room on the third floor. The female cultivator knocked on the door, her movements were a little hurried.

After a while, the door quietly opened. The room was luxuriously furnished. A middle-aged cultivator sat at the table and looked at the two people outside the door.

He saw the ferocious face of the bald man, frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The young female cultivator was about to enter the room, but was pushed aside by the bald man and walked in.

The middle-aged cultivator looked unhappy, but the next moment, a strong pressure emanated from the bald man, and he said coldly: "Are you the person in charge of this Wanxiang Building?"

The middle-aged cultivator's face turned pale, and he felt that he was in the midst of the storm, and he would be swallowed by the waves at any time, and he would die without a burial place.

He was horrified, and hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply: "Guo Hengshan, the owner of Wanxiang Building, greets the senior."

He is a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, and the only one who can make him feel the crisis of life and death is a Yuanying cultivator!

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and the bald man sat down with a big horse and a golden sword.

A jade slip appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he put it on the table and said coldly: "Have you seen this person?"

The middle-aged cultivator took a deep breath, bowed slightly, picked up the jade slip with both hands, and probed into it with his spiritual consciousness.

The jade slip was a portrait of a young cultivator, wearing a white shirt, tall and straight, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a free and easy temperament. The words "Chen Yuan" were written next to him.

Below the portrait, there was a line of words written: "Middle or late Jindan stage, physical cultivation, powerful, can transform into a silver-white giant about ten feet tall during a fight."

The middle-aged cultivator was secretly shocked. This person looked young, but his cultivation was so profound, and he was also a rare physical cultivation.

He carefully recalled all the news he had heard recently, and after a while, he withdrew his consciousness.

"Senior, I have never seen this person, and there is no news about this person in Wanxiang Tower." The middle-aged cultivator handed back the jade slip with both hands and said respectfully.

"Waste!" The bald man's face sank, raised his hand to take back the jade slip, stood up and walked out the door.

The middle-aged cultivator was scolded, but he didn't dare to complain, but smiled and said: "My ability is limited, please forgive me, senior."

The bald man walked out of Wanxiang Tower, strode to the gate of the market, and flew to the west to a medium-sized market closest to Huaiyang Mountains. (End of this chapter)