Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

In the early morning, Yuping Mountain is tranquil and peaceful, shrouded in mist, with the rising sun casting a purple glow from the east.

Dewdrops clung to the tender green blades of grass, reflecting the rising sun, sparkling and translucent, radiating a mystical, colorful glow.

Chen Yuan slowly walked out of the Jade Smoke Cave. His handsome face was slightly pale, his eyes were dull, his temples were slightly frosted, and his figure was slightly hunched.

He turned around and glanced back. The stone door slowly closed, and a soft, sweet laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, faintly drifted out.

But to Chen Yuan, it sounded like a demonic chant, sending a chill down his spine.

Chen Yuan turned around, his escape light flashed, and he soared into the air.

He returned to his cave, entered the cultivation room, sat cross-legged, raised his hand and plucked a few dry white hairs, which scattered and fell away with a gentle twist.

Chen Yuan looked at his white hair turning gray, sighed, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

More than five years had passed since he first served Yu Yan in bed.

Over the past five years, Chen Yuan and Yu Yan have made love hundreds of times, each time with a mix of pain and pleasure.

It is unknown what race Yu Yan's original form was, but in terms of appearance and figure, she was no less than any of the female cultivators and demons Chen Yuan had ever seen.

This woman possesses a blend of purity and allure, seemingly multifaceted, infinitely gentle, skilled in bedroom arts, and devoted to serving Chen Yuan without the slightest airs of a demon general.

Having sex with this woman once is like ascending to paradise, leaving one wanting more and with endless aftertaste.

But Yu Yan never tires and demands insatiably. At first, it was only for one night, but now it lasts for two days and two nights, determined to drain Chen Yuan dry.

She also used Chen Yuan as a furnace to replenish her life force. Every time Chen Yuan came out of the Jade Smoke Cave, it was as if he had fought a battle for three days and three nights. His true energy was exhausted, his body was sore and weak, and he had many injuries.

Moreover, Yu Yan was particularly fond of Chen Yuan, and Chen Yuan served her in bed far more often than other concubines, with the intervals between them never exceeding half a month.

In just five years, Chen Yuan felt that at least twenty years of his body's lifespan had been cut off, leaving him with graying temples and a weak and frail body.

But this did not diminish his handsomeness; on the contrary, it added a touch of world-weariness and brokenness to his appearance, making Yu Yan love him even more.

After each time he served Yu Yan in bed, he would linger there with her for a long time, just like a truly loving couple.

Yu Yan looked at Chen Yuan with tenderness and affection, as if she really regarded him as her ideal husband and wanted to stay with him forever.

Chen Yuan also played along, returning the gesture with loving eyes, embracing Yu Yan's warm and soft body, and uttering sweet nothings that would make anyone blush.

But he was perfectly clear-headed. No matter what Yu Yan said, she was still draining his life force, treating him only as a vessel.

Perhaps Yu Yan does have some feelings for him, but it's just a fondness for a plaything, not genuine affection, and should never be taken seriously.

Fortunately, Yu Yan only replenishes life force and does not absorb cultivation. Instead, she bestows pure pills, so Chen Yuan never lacks cultivation resources.

Each time he made love with Yu Yan, his true essence was severely depleted, comparable to a battle of magic, which was also a way to hone the foundation of his true essence.

Over the course of five years, the true essence of this body has become extremely pure and profound, with a solid and firm foundation.

Yu Yan also personally guided Chen Yuan's cultivation, teaching him how to discover his own bloodline.

This body is of mixed human and demon blood, and is essentially a demon's body.

Although Chen Yuan had previously refined the blood of the true spirit, it was a human cultivation method, which was very different from the cultivation method of the demon race. He benefited greatly from it, and his cultivation speed increased considerably.

Five years have passed, and he has raised his cultivation to the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, ready to break through the bottleneck and advance to the mid Foundation Establishment stage at any time.

For other Foundation Establishment cultivators, such a cultivation speed would be incredibly fast, but Chen Yuan had everything he needed—wealth, companions, methods, and land—and his body was of exceptional quality, making this a natural progression.

Chen Yuan didn't worry about Yu Yan's cultivation for long. He took out two mid-grade spirit stones to restore his true essence, then took a pill and began meditating.

Half a month later, Chen Yuan successfully broke through the bottleneck and was summoned by Yu Yan again.

He looked at the communication talisman in his hand and listened to Yu Yan's gentle voice, as if he were looking at a death warrant.

Chen Yuan sighed softly, crushed the communication talisman, got up and walked out of the cave. With a flash of light, he flew up to the mountainside.

The stone gate of the Jade Smoke Cave was already open, and Chen Yuan slowly stepped inside, arriving at the stone hall.

Yu Yan wore a light, sheer gauze dress, her graceful figure partially revealed, making one's blood boil. Her long, slender legs were captivating as she walked gracefully towards them.

It's unknown how many clothes this female demon has, or if she emptied the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty. The styles are numerous, exquisite, and luxurious, and she has never worn the same thing twice in the past five years.

"My lord, I have been waiting with bated breath..."

Yu Yan smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Chen Yuan with admiration, one hand slowly stroking his chest.

Chen Yuan looked back with deep affection, his eyes filled with love. He reached out and put his arm around Yu Yan's slender waist, then picked her up in his arms, a rather rough and impolite action.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late."

Yu Yan showed no sign of blame. She smiled gently, wrapped her arms around Chen Yuan's neck, and slightly raised her two fair and delicate feet.

"Husband, just call me wife. It's getting late, let's rest early..."

She leaned close to Chen Yuan's ear, her full, red lips slightly parted, alluring and luscious, her breath sweet as orchids, gently blowing into Chen Yuan's ear.

Chen Yuan felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, and his heart was burning with unbearable heat.

Yu Yan's seductive arts had reached a state of perfection; with just one sentence, she ignited his lust.

He didn't suppress his lust. He carried Yu Yan into the bedroom, put her on the bed, tore open her thin, sheer gauze dress, and then took off his own clothes, revealing his strong, muscular body.

Yu Yan smiled, her face flushed, her eyes shimmering, and she raised her finger to beckon.

Just as Chen Yuan was about to pounce, a furious shout suddenly came from outside the cave: "Where is Yu Yan? Come out and face your death!"

Chen Yuan was startled and stopped grasping Yu Yan's two plump breasts.

Yu Yan's beautiful eyes flashed with anger. She pushed Chen Yuan's hand away and gritted her teeth, saying, "Who dares to be so bold as to disturb my good time!"

She glanced at Chen Yuan, raised her hand to touch his face, and her voice softened again: "Li Xuan, you wait here. After I've dealt with this villain, we'll spend the night together."

Without waiting for Chen Yuan's response, she donned a palace dress and vanished from the bedroom in a flash.

Chen Yuan certainly wouldn't actually wait in the cave. He put on his clothes and quickly walked out of the cave.

All the cultivators and mortals on Jade Screen Mountain were startled by this angry shout and came out of their cave dwellings.

In the sky, an old man in a Taoist robe stood suspended in mid-air. He had white hair and a youthful face, and exuded an air of otherworldly grace. His aura was pure, righteous, and vast, revealing him to be at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Yu Yan faced him from a distance, her anger had subsided, and her expression was solemn. Her body was filled with demonic energy, but she was slightly inferior to the old man in the Taoist robe.

But all the men on the mountain, even ordinary people without any cultivation, dared to defy the old man in the Taoist robe and shout and curse loudly, with foul language constantly ringing out.

Some even contorted their faces, leaped into the air, and unleashed their supernatural powers to attack the old man.

They were bewitched by the jade smoke, regarding it as a banished immortal descending to earth, and would not tolerate any disrespect from others.

The old man in the Taoist robe looked at these crazed cultivators, shook his head slightly, and showed a hint of pity in his eyes. However, he showed no mercy. With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind swept through, and these cultivators fell heavily to the ground, crashing onto the mountain and dying instantly.

However, some cultivators still wanted to step forward and fight the old man in the Taoist robe to the death. Yu Yan's eyes turned pale pink as she shouted, "Stop!"

They stopped, and the insults they were spewing also ceased, but their faces remained full of indignation.

Yu Yan bowed to the old man in the Taoist robe, her face showing apology, a hint of pink flashing deep in her eyes, and said softly, "I have not been strict with my subordinates and have offended you, fellow Daoist. I hope you will forgive me. May I ask your esteemed name?"

She was stunningly beautiful, and now she was putting on a pitiful act, which would inevitably make anyone who saw her feel sorry for her.

But the old man in the Taoist robe was as hard as iron, and he sneered: "Witch, don't try to use your charms in front of me. I am Xuan Chenzi, and I have come today to take your demon core!"

Seeing that her charm spell had failed, Yu Yan was not annoyed. She frowned slightly and said, "I have no grudges with you in the past, nor any enmity with you recently. Why do you want to take my life?"

Xuan Chenzi sneered: "Although I have no enmity with you, I have been entrusted by Tai Su Palace to come and slay demons and monsters."

Yu Yan's expression changed slightly: "I only cultivate in seclusion in the mountains, far removed from worldly affairs. I never harm anyone, and I have never been an enemy of Tai Su Palace..."

"You keep cultivation vessels and indulge in sexual exploitation, harming countless cultivators and mortals. How dare you say you've never harmed anyone?"

Xuan Chenzi interrupted her, saying, "Enough talk. Good and evil have been irreconcilable since ancient times. I have been entrusted with a task and must fulfill my duty. Today, I will take your demon core and cleanse this place of demonic energy. Let's see who's the best!"

Yu Yan's expression also turned cold: "Your cultivation is equal to mine. Do you really think you have me cornered?"

Xuan Chenzi said no more, flipped his hand and took out a peach wood sword, which he threw out, heading straight for Yu Yan.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yu Yan knew that words were useless and had no choice but to fight back.

However, she excels in charm but is not good at fighting.

Furthermore, the charm technique was ineffective against Xuan Chenzi, and even though the two were of equal cultivation, Yu Yan still fell into a disadvantageous position.

She didn't possess any powerful magical artifacts, only an incense burner that emitted bursts of pink smoke, which could slightly affect Xuan Chenzi's soul.

Xuan Chenzi, however, was a true disciple of the Xuanmen sect, possessing superb skills. His peach wood sword was incredibly sharp, and with a simple hand gesture, wind and thunder would descend, making it exceptionally effective against the demon race.

However, since the two were of similar cultivation levels, even though Xuan Chenzi had the upper hand, he could not win immediately.

The battle lasted for two days and two nights. Yu Yan's demonic power was finally exhausted, and she was in grave danger, on the verge of defeat.

Her eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face, and she pleaded in a mournful voice, "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I am skilled in the arts of the bedroom and am willing to serve you as your concubine day and night, so that you may enjoy ultimate bliss!"

Xuan Chenzi remained unmoved and shouted sternly, "You wicked and lewd woman, even on the verge of death, you still try to bewitch people!"

"How could I possibly associate with a vixen like you? Obey and die. I might even let you turn around and leave, so that you may be reborn as a human and embark on the path of immortality again."

Yu Yan's face contorted, her tears receded, and her eyes turned pink.

The cultivators on Jade Screen Mountain rushed towards Xuan Chenzi, completely disregarding the huge difference in cultivation levels between them.

Xuan Chenzi's face darkened. He flipped his hand and took out an octagonal copper bell. With a gentle shake, invisible blades flew out, cutting all the attacking cultivators in two, killing them on the spot.

Yu Yan shrieked, "You old Taoist priest, you speak so eloquently and righteously, yet you still treat human life like dirt!"

“The men on this mountain have never committed murder or evil, yet today they have all died at your hands.”

"You call yourself the righteous path, so what difference is there between you and the demonic cultivators and the monster race?"

Xuan Chenzi coldly said, "They have fallen under your bewitching spell and have been repeatedly drained of their vitality by you. They are beyond saving."

“If I do not eradicate it completely, it will become a scourge in the world.”

He glanced around and suddenly exclaimed, "It seems that not all men are bewitched by you."

At this moment, in addition to the mortals, even the Qi Refining stage cultivators used their magical artifacts to attack Xuan Chenzi. Although they could not fly that far, they were still killed by Xuan Chenzi.

Only Chen Yuan stood outside the Jade Smoke Cave, watching the two fight, his eyes clear and his expression slightly solemn.

He did not take the opportunity to escape. The demonic power transformed from the pink pill remained in his heart. If he left Jade Screen Mountain, he would die and his life would be extinguished.

Yu Yan glanced down at Chen Yuan, her face contorting even more, and shrieked, "This is impossible! You are my furnace, how could you escape my charm?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her arm was pierced by the peach wood sword, blood gushed out, and she let out a miserable scream.

Xuan Chenzi coldly said, "Witch! Your life is hanging by a thread, yet you still dare to be distracted by other things. You truly do not take this humble Taoist seriously."

Yu Yan glared at Chen Yuan with hatred, a flash of pink light in her eyes. Chen Yuan felt a wisp of pink demonic power emerge from his heart, about to crush it.

Chen Yuan was startled and immediately circulated his true essence to resist, but this was the demonic power of a demon general, which was exceptionally pure. Within a few breaths, his true essence was almost completely exhausted.

Xuan Chenzi suddenly raised his sleeve and flicked it, a gentle breeze blew in, seeped into Chen Yuan's body, and wiped away the demonic power.

Yu Yan was filled with hatred and glared at Xuan Chenzi with resentment.

Xuan Chenzi said, "How can I sit idly by and watch you indiscriminately slaughter my human cultivators!"

He intensified his offensive, and Yu Yan had no time to spare, focusing all her efforts on dealing with him, but in the end, she could not escape defeat.

She persisted for another two hours, but Xuan Chenzi finally saw through her weakness and struck her vitals with the peach wood sword, causing her to perish. Her body transformed into a white fox with snow-white fur.

Xuan Chenzi descended, leaving only Chen Yuan on Jade Screen Mountain.

He stood outside the Jade Smoke Cave, surrounded by piles of corpses, rivers of blood, and a stench of blood filling the air.

When Yu Yan and Xuan Chenzi were fighting, Yu Yan ordered all the Qi Refining cultivators and mortals to turn their attacks on Chen Yuan, and they all died at his hands.

Although Chen Yuan's true essence was exhausted, he was a half-human, half-demon with a powerful physical body and was still able to win easily.

Xuan Chenzi ignored Yu Yan's corpse, walked up to Chen Yuan, looked him up and down, and frowned, asking, "Who are you?"

Chen Yuan clasped his hands in a bow, his face full of gratitude: "Junior Li Xuan was forcibly taken as a furnace by this Jade Smoke King. Thank you, senior, for slaying this demon and saving me from this predicament!"

Xuan Chenzi said, "This humble Taoist observes that your aura is dim and your body is weak. You must have been over-absorbed by this Jade Smoke. How could you not be affected by her bewitching arts?"

Chen Yuan had already prepared a response and replied, "This junior does not know either. I only pretended to be under a spell to deceive Yu Yan and that's how I survived until today."

Xuan Chenzi pondered for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Chen Yuan's wrist.

Chen Yuan did not dodge. Xuan Chenzi sent a stream of true essence into his body, which circulated through his meridians.

"Heavenly Spiritual Root?" He looked surprised, then his expression turned fierce. "Human-demon hybrid! Such pure Golden Dragon bloodline! You are from the Desolate Valley, yet you dare to lie to me? You're courting death!"

"senior……"

Chen Yuan hurriedly tried to explain, but before he could finish speaking, the true essence shattered his heart.

With a sharp pain, Chen Yuan's consciousness faded into darkness.

But before his consciousness completely faded, he heard a startled cry: "No, you're Li..." (End of Chapter)