I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 420 Something is wrong with the spiritual world!

Mr. Wuliu was somewhat skeptical and puzzled. Zhang Chen should be exhausted by now. Even if he wasn't exhausted, he should be listless. Why was he so rosy now, as if he had taken a tonic pill?

"Come here, quickly tell the prince a message and ask him whether he has sensed the changes." After a moment's hesitation, Mr. Wuliu gave an order to the guards. He then turned his head to glance at the Taoist temple behind him before getting into the carriage and leaving.

It was freezing cold in the cold winter, so he didn't want to wait in the cold wind any longer. A cultivator was not immune to cold and heat, and would feel cold and hot. Only when one reached the Yang God stage and could control all kinds of energy between heaven and earth, could one truly be fearless of cold and heat.

Time flies and three days pass

Mr. Wuliu stood in the yard, stretched out his hand to open the letter, and looked at the contents of the letter. He was stunned on the spot: "This shouldn't be! The Feng Shui formation has already started to work, and the fate has been reversed and stolen. How come there is no reaction? Is there something wrong with the Feng Shui formation?"

Thinking of Zhang Chen's rosy face, Mr. Wuliu began to doubt his life. With a hint of anxiety in his eyes, he shouted to the guards outside the door: "Prepare the carriage! I want to go to Helu Temple!"

The carriage rumbled to the Helu Temple. Mr. Wuliu stood outside the gate, looking in the direction of the Helu Temple with his hands in his sleeves, observing the flow of energy in the Helu Temple's Feng Shui formation.

"This shouldn't be possible! According to the current situation, the Feng Shui formation of the Helu Temple should have been operational!" Mr. Wuliu muttered to himself, but he couldn't quite understand it, so he could only go forward and knock on the door himself, wanting to enter the Taoist temple to check and see if there was really any problem with the Feng Shui formation.

As there was a knock on the door, Zhang Chen put away the book in his hand and shouted impatiently to the outside of the door: "Who is it? You are disturbing my peace so early in the morning."

"It's me! I'm here to bring you charcoal and quilts. Previously, a strange man in the palace predicted that there will be a heavy snowfall in the next few days, so I came to bring you more coal to prevent you from freezing." Mr. Wuliu said outside the door.

When Zhang Chen opened the door, he saw Mr. Wuliu, wrapped in a fur hat, standing quietly outside the gate. There were streaks of frost on the hat. Behind him, a dozen or so men were holding baskets of coal in their hands and lined up in two rows respectfully.

"The palace still has a conscience." Zhang Chen said with a smile.

Mr. Wuliu ignored Zhang Chen's rudeness and said to the guard beside him: "Move all the coal in!"

Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wuliu in surprise and said, "Why didn't I move by myself this time? Aren't you afraid of disturbing the peace in the Taoist temple?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and he looked Mr. Wuliu up and down with a thoughtful look. Mr. Wuliu did not seem to understand the meaning of Zhang Chen's words, but walked into the yard slowly, calling on a group of servants to carry coal to the backyard.

While walking in the Taoist temple, Mr. Wu Liu had already noticed something was wrong. The power of the Feng Shui formation in the void was flowing, constantly invading him. He immediately knew that there was nothing wrong with the Feng Shui formation and that it was operating smoothly.

Since the Feng Shui formation is fine, then where does the problem arise?
Mr. Wuliu looked at Zhang Chen. If there was nothing wrong with the Feng Shui formation, then the problem should be with Zhang Chen.

Mr. Wuliu looked Zhang Chen up and down with his pair of distinct black and white eyes. He saw that Zhang Chen's face was ruddy and his whole body was full of energy. He did not look listless at all. He could not help but murmur in his heart.

Actually, it was not Zhang Chen's fault. He had been acting listless before, but the benefits he had gained in the spiritual world were too great to digest in a short time, so it showed on his face. Especially after the blood path evolved again, after Zhang Chen returned to the material world, the power in the blood-colored crystal core fed back to his body, and it was difficult for Zhang Chen to completely suppress this blood path instinct. However, Zhang Chen was now trying to adapt to the changes brought about by the crystal core. In two or three days, he would be able to sort it out and suppress it, and by then, there would be no flaws.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" When Zhang Chen saw Mr. Wuliu's gaze fixed on him, he naturally knew why the other party was staring at him, but he still asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Mr. Wuliu looked Zhang Chen up and down, feeling a little unsure, so he came forward and flattered him, "I also know a little about cultivation techniques, and can feel people's tendons and bones to determine their aptitude. I remember there is a set of excellent cultivation secrets in the palace, why don't I feel your bones to see how your tendons and bones are, and whether you have a affinity with the cultivation secrets. If you are compatible, I will persuade the prince to use the secrets to make amends for you."

Zhang Chen's heart moved when he heard this. This was an opportunity to deceive the other party. He had already figured out some tricks about reversing yin and yang, so he could take this opportunity to use some means to deceive him.

"It's great that you have such an idea, sir. Please help me." Zhang Chen said, stretching out his arms to let Mr. Wuliu touch him. At this time, the yin and yang energies in Zhang Chen's body flowed, reversing the energy in his body.

Mr. Wuliu was not polite when he heard this. He went forward and touched Zhang Chen's body to sense the situation inside Zhang Chen's body. The next moment, Mr. Wuliu frowned and said, "Something is wrong! The Qi in this kid's body is in a mess. It is obviously affected by the Feng Shui formation. As for the healthy flush on his face? It is clearly a pathological flush. Just like a cold or fever, the blush on his face is clearly caused by a burn.

Mr. Wuliu sensed the energy in Zhang Chen's body, and it was the same principle as a fever. He felt that the condition in Zhang Chen's body was the same at this moment.

"There is nothing wrong with this kid's body!" Mr. Wuliu touched Zhang Chen's bones. He thought it was Zhang Chen's problem and that the other party was secretly playing tricks on him, but now he touched it and found that Zhang Chen was also a victim. But if there was nothing wrong with Zhang Chen, then where did the energy transformed by the Feng Shui formation go?
"What's wrong?" Zhang Chen looked at Mr. Wuliu who was touching things here and there and asked impatiently.

Mr. Wuliu withdrew his hand and said with regret: "Little Taoist, I have already felt your root bone, but unfortunately you are not destined to learn the cultivation formula in my palace, so I cannot pass on the secret to you."

Zhang Chen looked disappointed when he heard this: "That's such a pity."

Mr. Wuliu confirmed that the problem was not with Zhang Chen, and suspected that there was a problem with the Feng Shui formation. He was too lazy to deal with Zhang Chen, so after saying a few random words, he found an excuse to take a walk and explore the Feng Shui formation.

Mr. Wuliu's actions could not be hidden from Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen watched Mr. Wuliu's actions, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Wuliu checked in the Taoist temple for most of the day but still didn't find the problem. He felt that his cultivation was not good enough, so he said goodbye in a hurry and left, preparing to go back to deduce and find some information to see if his method of changing fate was wrong.

Zhang Chen sent Mr. Wuliu to the gate. Looking at Mr. Wuliu's hurried and embarrassed appearance, he shook his head, closed the door, and returned to the house to think about how to deal with the Pingbian Palace.

On the second day, late at night, heavy snow fell from the sky.

Zhang Chen's bloodline has transformed and his five senses are stronger than others. He opened the window and looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, with a hint of interest in his eyes: "It's time to drink!"

"It's quite interesting, it's snowing after all!" Zhang Chen took a small red clay stove and cooked wine and beef directly, drinking while enjoying the scenery outside the window.

"The New Year is coming soon, right? I haven't seen my younger brother and sister for a long time." Zhang Chen missed them very much.

Zhang Chen raised his head, looking at the snowflakes falling in front of the stove, and muttered to himself, "It's almost time! It's almost time! Wait until I overturn this huge mountain of Pingbian Palace, and then we can be reunited."

"Pingbian Palace and Huang Tiandao are two huge mountains pressing down on my head. If I can't overthrow them, I will have no good days in the future." Zhang Chen muttered to himself, his heart full of worries. It was true that these two mountains were not easy to overthrow.

"I still need to borrow some strength. If I can make Pingbian Palace and Huang Tiandao turn against each other, it will be twice as easy for me to achieve twice the result with half the effort." Zhang Chen said to himself.

After thinking for a long time without any clue, Zhang Chen returned to the house and sat cross-legged in meditation. Then he mobilized his mental strength again and prepared to enter the state of concentration to take a look. He wondered what had happened to the innate peacock and the ancestor of immortality.

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder should stop by now, right?

As Zhang Chen meditated and practiced, he tried again to enter the second level of the spiritual world. Then Zhang Chen felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and he came to an unknown place. He looked at the scenery in the distance, and he couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

What comes into view is the endless sea, but the sea is pitch black, and Zhang Chen is standing on the sea at this time.

"That's not right! Isn't this Mount Qingcheng? Logically, the second time I entered the spiritual world, I should have entered Mount Qingcheng. How did I end up in this boundless ocean?" There was a look of confusion in Zhang Chen's eyes. He was indeed confused.

"Old Biden, what's going on?" Zhang Chen pulled out the Great Freedom Demon and asked.

The Great Freedom Demon looked at Zhang Chen strangely, and said in a gloomy voice: "Do you think there is a possibility that the place you went to before was not the second heaven of the spiritual world. What we see now is the real second heaven of the spiritual world?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then he recalled his trip to the ancient times. He couldn't help but shudder, and his tone changed. He asked tentatively: "You're not saying that the time I went to before was actually a certain era, right?"

The Great Freedom Demon nodded: "Yes, it is an era that has been buried in the depths of time and space!"

"Then why didn't you remind me? Maybe I could have made some more arrangements!" Zhang Chen was immediately unhappy, glaring at the Great Freedom Demon, his voice full of complaints.

(End of this chapter)