Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

More than 20 days passed quickly. Chen Yuan put down the jade slip in his hand, slowly opened his eyes, stood up and walked out of the practice room.

Today is the day of the battle.

For more than 20 days, he has been trying to figure out the experience of forming a baby from Zhang Wushan and Shipingshanren.

His cultivation has not been able to increase by half, and cultivation is useless. Taking this opportunity, he just feels the experience of forming a baby, so as not to be in a hurry.

The only pity is that these experiences of forming a baby are relatively superficial, and the key points are not mentioned, just like scratching an itch, which makes him feel like seeing flowers in the fog.

But he is just a casual cultivator after all. It is already very good to have experience as a reference, and he dare not expect too much.

Chen Yuan recalled the various tricks of forming a baby in his heart, and walked out of the courtyard a little carelessly. Zhang Wushan happened to come out of his residence.

The two walked together and came to the welcoming pavilion on the top of the mountain. Taoist Liu and Yuan Shixiong were already waiting here.

After the greetings, everyone fell silent again and waited quietly.

The people present had different thoughts, but no one cared about this losing battle.

About a quarter of an hour later, a beam of light descended from the sky, revealing Yuan Xiang.

He was still wearing a loose and plain white robe as before, but his face was full of majesty, no longer as easy-going as before.

He glanced at them and said lightly: "Since everyone is here, let's get going."

It was not until today that he finally showed some of the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

After saying that, he turned and fled, and everyone immediately drove the light and followed him.

Yuan Shiying did not show up today. Yuan Xiang was going to leave the Fengyuan Mountains. As the elder of the Yuan family, he had to stay in the clan to prevent others from taking advantage of the situation.

Wherever Yuan Xiang went, the formation curtain retreated automatically, and everyone passed through the Yuan family's protective formation unimpeded, flying all the way to the west.

Fengyuan Mountain Range is still some distance from the border between Renzhou and Ningzhou. After more than an hour, they flew more than a thousand miles before Yuan Xiang slowed down his speed and dropped his light.

Chen Yuan followed him and returned to the ground from above the clouds.

Looking around, there were mountains upon mountains, rolling and undulating, ancient trees towering into the sky, hundreds of feet high peaks everywhere, and occasionally a few thousand feet high peaks, straight into the sky, far more majestic than Fengyuan Mountain Range, and even comparable to Chongde Mountain Range.

Taimang Mountain Range, Chen Yuan's mind emerged with a description of this place. This mountain range is about a thousand miles long, stretching between Ningzhou and Renzhou. It is vast and boundless, but the spiritual energy is thin, becoming the natural state boundary between the two states.

The spiritual stone vein was discovered in the Taimang Mountain Range.

Everyone landed on the top of a mountain more than four hundred feet high, and there were already more than a dozen cultivators waiting here.

There are more than a dozen courtyards and attics scattered on the mountain, which are well-arranged and protected by formations. These cultivators obviously live here for a long time.

The leader is a middle-aged cultivator with spiritual energy surging on his body. He has the cultivation of the late Jindan stage. More than ten people behind him are all foundation-building cultivators, standing with their hands down and respectful.

Chen Yuan looked at the middle-aged cultivator, and his name emerged in his mind, Yuan Shizhen, the second elder of the Yuan family, who is responsible for guarding the spirit stone vein.

When chatting before, Yuan Shiying once mentioned that according to the agreement of the three families, each of them must send people to guard the spirit stone vein together to prevent other cultivators from stealing spirit stones and to prevent the other party from secretly making moves, which has continued until today's battle.

After seeing Yuan Xiang, Yuan Shizhen clasped his fists and bowed: "Greetings, patriarch."

Yuan Xiang waved his hand: "Second elder, there is no need to be polite. Is there anything unusual about the spirit stone vein?"

Yuan Shizhen shook his head: "Everything is normal. I send people to inspect the vein every day. Every three days, I personally inspect it. The people of Shifeng Mountain have no chance to do anything."

Yuan Xiang praised: "Well done. After today's battle, you can return to the clan and receive rewards."

"Thank you, patriarch, for the generous reward!" All the foundation-building cultivators responded in unison.

Yuan Xiang said: "Second elder, follow me. The others will wait here. After the battle, we will return to the clan together."

"Yes!" All the foundation-building cultivators clasped their fists and bowed, and dispersed.

Everyone followed Yuan Xiang, drove the escape light, and flew to the north of the spirit stone vein.

About half a minute later, Yuan Xiang lowered the escape light and landed on a very steep mountain.

This mountain is about 600 feet high, with steep cliffs on three sides, and the other side is also extremely steep and difficult to climb.

A hundred feet west of this mountain, there is also an extremely steep mountain with cliffs on all four sides, which is more than ten feet higher.

Between the two mountains, there is a deep canyon, and a big river rushes through. The river water is turbid, and it hits the protruding rocks, stirring up white foam all over the sky.

This is the place where the Yuan family fights with Shifeng Mountain and Cangjian Palace.

At this time, there was no figure on the opposite mountain. Yuan Xiang frowned slightly and said lightly: "It seems that we are a little early, and wait for a while."

After that, he sat cross-legged on a bluestone and closed his eyes to rest.

Everyone also dispersed, some closed their eyes to meditate, some watched the scenery in the mountains, and some overlooked the surging river.

Chen Yuan stood in front of a cliff, and the cliff below was filled with thick fog, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

If a mortal takes one step, he will be dead.

Zhang Wushan walked slowly to his side, kicked a piece of gravel with his toes, and rolled down the cliff silently.

"Brother Chen, this fight is dangerous, so you should be careful. If things don't go well, don't force it." Zhang Wushan whispered.

Since his unsuccessful persuasion more than 20 days ago, he has never persuaded Chen Yuan again.

According to the agreement of the three families, unless they voluntarily admit defeat or their lives are in danger, the Nascent Soul cultivators are not allowed to intervene in the fight.

Zhang Wushan is worried that Chen Yuan will take a risk for the opportunity to form a Nascent Soul and refuse to admit defeat. Even if his life is not in danger, he will be seriously injured.

The magical power of sword cultivators is extremely powerful. A sword will either kill or injure.

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Brother Zhang, don't worry. I won't joke with my life. If the defeat is certain, I will admit defeat."

Zhang Wushan was relieved and smiled: "With Brother Chen's words, I feel relieved. There is no rush to form a Nascent Soul at this time..."

He was not worried that Yuan Xiang would hear what he said. He persuaded Chen Yuan a few more words before turning around and leaving.

Chen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the cliff under his feet, with a calm expression. It seemed that he really listened to Zhang Wushan's words and put down the fight.

About two quarters of an hour later, Chen Yuan suddenly turned his head to look west, and saw several rays of light flying from the horizon.

Yuan Xiang slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and said lightly: "Everyone follow me."

Chen Yuan and others rode the rays of light and followed Chen Yuan to the top of the canyon.

A moment later, the rays of light came to the top of the canyon, stopped ten feet away, and several figures appeared.

The leader was full of inspiration, and a huge pressure spread out. He was a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

This man was burly, dressed in black, and looked very much like a mortal warrior. He was about forty years old, with a full beard and a rough appearance.

Under the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhang Wushan and others all turned pale.

Only Chen Yuan looked indifferent, and the pressure fell on him, and it seemed that there was no effect.

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator spread out, offsetting the pressure of this person, and everyone's face returned to normal.

The head of the Yuan family, who had always been very easy-going in front of everyone, finally showed some of his arrogance at this moment.

The two Yuanying cultivators released their aura recklessly, and the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds blew around, sand and rocks flew, and the river below roared angrily, raising one turbid wave after another.

Yuan Xiang said coldly: "Master Mu is so powerful, showing off in front of the younger generation, is this how the reputation of Shifeng Mountain came from?"

Master Mu smiled and restrained his aura: "Master Yuan misunderstood, Mu just said hello to Master Yuan."

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly and also restrained his aura.

The strong wind slowly dissipated, the river slowly calmed down, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was bright.

Master Mu took a deep look at Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan was the only Jindan cultivator who did not show any discomfort under his pressure.

Everyone noticed this and looked over with different eyes.

Yuan Xiang nodded approvingly, and put away some of his contempt for Chen Yuan.

Yuan Shixiong was very surprised, but Yuan Shizhen was better.

He was stationed at the spiritual stone mine, and didn't know Chen Yuan's origin. He only knew that he was sent by Haoran Sect to participate in the battle. It was normal for him to have some strength.

Taoist Liu showed some fear in his eyes. He claimed to be extraordinary, but it was very difficult to resist under the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Chen Yuan, a casual cultivator with unknown origin, was like a spring breeze, and should not be underestimated.

Only Zhang Wushan knew that Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator, with a strong body, not afraid of pressure, and his face remained unchanged.

Unlike the people of the Yuan family, the people around Master Mu just glanced at Chen Yuan lightly and retracted their gaze.

Chen Yuan looked calm and ignored the eyes of everyone.

Sect Master Mu raised his hand and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Fellow Daoist Yuan. This is Elder Yan from the Hidden Sword Palace, who has come to supervise this fight."

Beside Sect Master Mu stood an old man in a green robe, with a calm expression, and bowed his hands: "Yan Jun from the Hidden Sword Palace."

Behind him were two cultivators, who, like Elder Yan, had just glanced at Chen Yuan.

Yuan Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he returned the greeting: "Yuan Xiang, the head of the Yuan family."

Elder Yan said calmly: "Without further delay, let's start the fight."

Both Yuan Xiang and Sect Master Mu were stunned. Elder Yan was so swift and decisive, which was obviously beyond their expectations.

Sect Master Mu laughed: "Elder Yan is indeed a sword cultivator, and he speaks quickly. It's good that this is over. Let's get the spirit stone mines sooner."

"Nephew Zeng, you will be in the first fight. You don't have to hold back, but don't hurt anyone, lest the head of the Yuan family says that we are too bullying."

"Disciple understands." A cultivator following Sect Master Mu responded.

He looked much older than Sect Master Mu, with gray hair and an old voice, but in front of Sect Master Mu, he regarded himself as a junior.

Yuan Xiang frowned: "Master Mu is so arrogant. He has already taken possession of the spiritual stone mine before the fight even started."

Master Mu smiled and said: "I am just confident in the fight, but Master Yuan is confident. Let's make a bet."

"If the Yuan family wins, I will give Master Yuan five Chengyang Pills."

"If our sect and Cangjian Palace win, Master Yuan will give me the Fengmo Iron that he has treasured for a long time. How about that?"

Yuan Xiang's face sank, and he avoided answering. He turned to look at Yuan Shixiong: "The first fight will be up to you, Second Elder. Remember, don't force yourself."

"Yes, Master." Yuan Shixiong responded in a deep voice and stepped out of the crowd.

"Haha, if Master Yuan is afraid, don't make a fuss." Master Mu laughed sarcastically and raised his hand to invite him, "Elder Yan, please!"

Elder Yan nodded slightly and flew to the top of the opposite mountain with Master Mu.

Yuan Xiang looked very unhappy, but he didn't dare to bet with Mu Zongzhu after all. He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to fly back to the top of the mountain.

The others also turned back to the two dangerous peaks, facing each other from a distance. Only Yuan Shixiong and the monk surnamed Zeng stayed above the canyon.

Zhang Wushan and Chen Yuan stood together and whispered: "Brother Chen, the Cangjian Palace is full of sword cultivators. Influenced by the skills, most of them are vigorous and resolute. In the battle, they are also ruthless. Don't be careless."

Chen Yuan nodded, his eyes passed Yuan Shixiong and the monk surnamed Zeng, and fell on the opposite mountain, the two blue-shirted monks behind Elder Yan.

These two people should be the true disciples of the Cangjian Palace and his opponents in today's battle.

At this time, Yuan Shixiong and the monk surnamed Zeng above the canyon slowly retreated, separated by dozens of feet, and after saluting, they sacrificed their magic weapons and attacked the opposite side.

"Wait!"

But at this moment, Sect Master Mu and Elder Yan both shouted at him and turned to look east.

Yuan Xiang also turned to look over, with a puzzled look on his face.

Yuan Shixiong and the monk surnamed Zeng didn't understand why, but they still stopped.

Everyone followed the gaze of the three Yuanying monks and looked over. A moment later, a beam of light flew from the sky and stopped above the canyon, revealing a figure.

This was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a smile on his face and a surging aura on his body. He was also a Yuanying monk.

Elder Yan flew into the sky and said coldly: "What is your name, and what are you doing here?"

He stared at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and the sword intent was surging all over his body.

The people present had no doubt that as long as the middle-aged Confucian scholar's answer did not satisfy him, the next moment, thousands of swords would be fired, and the sky would collapse and the earth would crack.

Yuan Xiang looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

Elder Yan obviously considered the spiritual stone vein as his own, and naturally would not allow others to disrupt this battle.

He knew that the Yuan family would lose in this battle, but he expected the uninvited guest in front of him to cause some trouble.

The middle-aged scholar ignored the sword intent that was surging around Elder Yan, as if it was just a spring breeze blowing past his face.

His eyes swept over the crowd, paused at Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan, frowned, and finally stopped at Elder Yan.

He clasped his fists and bowed, smiling: "Is it Elder Yan Jun of the Hidden Sword Palace? I am Yang Liqian."

Elder Yan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to pierce Yang Liqian's body: "It turned out to be Elder Yang of the Haoran Sect. Elder Yang came here today. Could it be that he wanted to interfere in the battle between the three families?"

A faint humming suddenly sounded in the air, like the sound of a flying sword trembling lightly, which was transmitted to everyone's heart.

A trace of vigilance flashed in the eyes of Sect Master Mu. Although most of the income from this spiritual stone vein belongs to the Hidden Sword Palace, Shifeng Mountain can also get a large share, which is why he is so concerned.

Previously, Haoran Sect wanted to intervene in the spiritual stone vein, but was blocked by the Hidden Sword Palace, and could only fight for it through the hands of the Yuan family. Is it going to do it personally this time?

Yang Liqian smiled and said, "Elder Yan misunderstood. This spiritual stone vein was discovered by your sect, Shifeng Mountain, and the Yuan family cultivators. It has nothing to do with Haoran Sect. Yang has no intention of intervening in the battle. I just came here for Chen Xiaoyou." (End of this chapter)