Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 170: Ningbi
After Chen Yuan left the courtyard, he spread out his spiritual sense and searched for a while, and came to an uninhabited courtyard a hundred feet away.

The owner of this courtyard must have been away for a short time, and the furnishings in the house are as usual and free of dust.

Chen Yuan had been using his spiritual sense to monitor the middle-aged cultivator's every move. When he entered the main hall, he saw him trying to set up a formation but then gave up. He smiled slightly, stroked his storage bag, took out a cushion, and sat on it.

When Chen Yuan left the courtyard, he left a trace of aura on the middle-aged cultivator. If he left the courtyard or covered himself with a formation, he would be able to detect it immediately.

Chen Yuan left the courtyard at this moment to give the middle-aged monk some space to see if he would do anything unusual.

If he was hiding something, it would most likely show up after I left.

However, since the middle-aged monk was so contented, what he said just now, even if not every word was true, was generally correct.

"This soul refining bowl has a miraculous effect. Is the pain of soul refining really that severe that it makes people so afraid..."

The Soul Refining Bowl played a vital role in making the middle-aged man submit this time.

This bowl was obtained by Chen Yuan from a tuberculosis ghost. It is a top-grade magical instrument.

He did not know the art of soul refining, he just used it to scare the middle-aged monk. If the middle-aged monk was stubborn, he could only kill him.

But the moment the middle-aged monk gave up the risk of escaping and went into the house obediently, he was destined to surrender.

When he sends the mortal's blood essence to the foundation-building demon cultivator, Chen Yuan will be able to follow the clues to find out the secrets behind the Lingshen Sect, kill the foundation-building cultivator, and return to the sect to claim more good deeds.

After making up his mind, Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes. The mantra of the giant spirit body emerged in his mind, and he carefully pondered and deduced it.

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A day passed in a flash, and the middle-aged monk had been meditating with his eyes closed in the courtyard without any abnormal behavior.

It was late at night the next day when he left the courtyard and headed out of the city.

Chen Yuan rode on a light and followed under the cover of night.

The middle-aged cultivator used the art of lightening his body, and his speed was not very fast. Chen Yuan also slowed down his speed, and followed him two hundred feet behind, neither hurried nor slow.

The two of them walked one after the other and it took them two hours to enter the Lingyang Mountains.

The Lingyang Mountains are over 600 miles long, winding across Dingzhou.

When Chen Yuan was chatting with Qiu Xingcong, he once heard him talk about the Lingyang Mountains, saying that it was home to countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, as well as miasma and pestilence, and that it was a place rarely visited by humans.

Some people have encountered strange fog in the Lingyang Mountains. Once they enter it, they will lose their way and walk aimlessly for three to five days before they can get out.

This story spread widely in Dingzhou. Over time, no one dared to go deep into the Lingyang Mountains. They only dared to collect some medicinal herbs and hunt some wild animals on the edge.

However, Chen Yuan knew that the family residence of the Dingzhou Yu family was in the Lingyang Mountains. The strange fog should be an illusion set up by the Yu family to prevent disturbance by mortals.

It was just that the Yu family was destroyed three years ago, and the small spiritual vein in the family was also destroyed by the evil cultivators. Even if the spiritual source still existed, it would take at least several hundred years to be nurtured again.

Before this, the spiritual energy in Lingyang Mountains was thin, and the Yu family’s property was all taken away by Tiangang Sword Sect, so no cultivators would come here.

In the past three years, some brave mortals have begun to enter the mountains to collect herbs and hunt.

This time when the middle-aged monk entered the mountain, he saw several of them along the way.

In the past, whenever he encountered mortals, he would kill them and take their blood and souls.

Although he does not practice soul cultivation, the souls of mortals are good things. Once a certain number of them are accumulated, he can trade them with the soul-refining demon cultivators in exchange for spirit stones.

The essence and blood were transformed into red beads in a jade bowl and presented to the senior who had established the foundation.

But now, he knew that Chen Yuan was following behind him, so he did not act recklessly.

Although Chen Yuan took out the Soul Refining Bowl, making him look like a demon cultivator, his investigation into the Spirit God Sect seemed like a righteous act.

Before knowing Chen Yuan's background, the middle-aged monk did not dare to kill people indiscriminately.

These mortals had no idea that they had inadvertently escaped a fatal disaster.

The middle-aged monk traveled at full speed in the Lingyang Mountains for an hour, and finally slowed down when he arrived in front of a valley.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan urged his true energy and increased his speed, arriving a hundred feet behind the middle-aged cultivator.

At this time, the middle-aged monk suddenly stopped, turned his head to look behind him, then gritted his teeth and entered the valley.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and his speed increased a bit as he followed.

After entering the valley, the middle-aged cultivator ran straight to the depths of the valley. He came to a deep cave, knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and said loudly: "Senior, I was captured by a foundation-building cultivator yesterday. He interrogated me about the Spirit God Sect and wanted to harm you. I designed a plan to lure him here. Please help me kill him!"

This valley was only a few acres in size and was silent. The middle-aged monk's voice spread throughout the valley, causing a rumbling echo.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk had revealed his location, Chen Yuan simply fell to the ground and probed into the cave with his spiritual sense, but he could not see anything. There were only two possibilities for this situation. One was that there was no one in the cave, and the other was that the spiritual sense of the monk in the cave was almost the same as his, or even stronger than his, so he would not be able to detect it.

Judging from the middle-aged monk's behavior, it should be the second case.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Daoyou, avoiding me is not the way to treat guests."

When the middle-aged cultivator heard Chen Yuan's words, he trembled all over, and hurriedly got up from the ground. He ran to the side of the cave, looked at him in horror, and shouted: "Senior, this is the man who was trying to track you down. I have already led him here. Please show your divine power and kill this beast!"

Chen Yuan glanced at him, but didn't get angry. He turned around and continued to stare at the cave, waiting for the monk in the cave to appear.

He saved the life of the middle-aged monk in order to dig out the person hiding behind the Lingshen Sect.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Chen Yuan doesn't care whether the middle-aged monk is truly surrendering or just pretending to submit.

As the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a gentle voice came from the cave: "Jia Ming, was this person led here by you?"

The middle-aged monk was overjoyed when he heard this: "That's right! This person asked about Senior's whereabouts. I had no choice but to pretend to be submissive and lure him over here."

At this time, a figure slowly walked out of the cave and nodded to Jia Ming: "You did a good job."

Chen Yuan looked intently and found that this person was actually a female cultivator. She was introverted and her cultivation level was unknown. She was dressed in emerald green clothes, had a tall, graceful figure, and was elegant and refined. She had a pair of bright eyes that were full of affection, which made people feel pity and love for her at first sight.

When the middle-aged monk saw the green-robed female monk, a trace of obsession flashed in his eyes, and he bowed deeply to her: "Junior does not deserve it, as long as I can help you, I will be satisfied."

The green-shirted female cultivator nodded slightly, and said with a smile on her face: "In that case, I will give you a ride."

As she finished speaking, a blood shadow flew out from her body, pounced in front of the middle-aged monk, bit his neck, and sucked him dry in an instant!

At this time, the blood shadow revealed its face. It was the same size as an ordinary person, its whole body was blood red, its hands and feet were complete, but it had no facial features, which was extremely strange.

Chen Yuan was slightly shocked when he saw this. This woman looked weak, but she was so ruthless. She killed the middle-aged monk with just a few words without any mercy.

When the green-shirted female cultivator made her move, her cultivation level was also revealed. She was actually a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

He became alert and touched his storage bag, took out the Xuanshui Flag, hung it above his head, ready to condense it into a water curtain to protect himself at any time.

After the blood shadow sucked the middle-aged monk dry, it returned to the body of the green-shirted female monk.

She raised her eyes to look at Chen Yuan, her bright eyes full of apology, and said softly: "This Jia Ming is afraid of death and told my whereabouts to my friends. I have no choice but to clean up the mess. I am sorry to have embarrassed you."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Even if you don't take action, this person will pretend to be submissive in front of Wei, and I will kill him."

The green-shirted female cultivator's beautiful eyes lit up, and she bowed: "Fellow Daoist, is your surname Wei? I, Ningbi, am honored to meet you."

Chen Yuan bowed and said, "My name is Wei Wuding. I came here to ask you something. I hope you can tell me the truth."

Ningbi said softly, "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

Chen Yuan asked, "Did Fellow Daoist Ningbi ask Jia Ming to spread the Spiritual God Sect in Changming County?"

Ningbi nodded her head slightly and chuckled, "That's right. Not only in Changming County, I also sent people to Lingyang County, Mengmen County, and Zhongqu County to spread the Lingshen religion. The entire Guangqing County has followers of the Lingshen religion."

Chen Yuan nodded and asked, "So, this Lingshen Sect was founded by Daoist Fellow Ningbi alone, and the black pills were all made by Daoist Fellow?"

Ningbi nodded and said, "Yes, what do you think, Brother Wei?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I have no other intentions, I just want to take Fellow Daoist Ningbi's head and eradicate the Lingshen Sect!"

After saying that, he touched his storage bag, took out the Spirit Bamboo Sword, pointed it straight, and shouted, "Kill!"

The Lingzhu Sword rang softly and shot out. A phantom of a bamboo forest appeared and hundreds of bamboo leaves flew out like sharp blades, slashing towards Ningbi together with the Lingzhu Sword.

At the same time, Chen Yuan took out the Fire Cloud Gourd, raised his hand and made a gesture. The gourd mouth shone brightly, and three hundred and sixty grains of Fire Cloud Sand gushed out, instantly growing to the size of a fist, spinning rapidly, releasing three hundred and sixty red smoke, and attacked.

Now that he had found out the details of the Lingshen Sect, Chen Yuan stopped talking nonsense with Ningbi and took action directly!
Ning Bi was surprised to see Chen Yuan was so decisive. She bit her red lips and said resentfully, "Daoyou Wei is really cruel. I have no grudge against you, but you have the heart to kill me?"

She said she was aggrieved, but her movements were not slow. She raised her hand and waved it. Dozens of blood shadows flew out from her body, avoiding the fire cloud sand and rushing towards Chen Yuan.

At the same time, she stroked her storage bag, took out a jade bottle, tilted it slightly, and poured out a thin stream of blood, which turned into a blood river several feet long, swirling around her body.

The attacking Spirit Bamboo Sword, bamboo leaves, and Fire Cloud Sand fell into the blood river. The bamboo leaves were directly worn away, while the Spirit Bamboo Sword and Fire Cloud Sand were entangled by the bloody river water, making it difficult for them to move. In just a moment, the spiritual light on them dimmed, and they floated up and down with the river water.

Chen Yuan's face condensed slightly. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The Xuanshui flag dropped four water curtains, blocking a dozen blood shadows outside. Then he urged his true energy to try to exchange for the Lingzhu Sword and Huoyun Sand, but it was of no avail.

Ningbi chuckled and said softly, "Don't worry, my friend. This blood river of mine is made up of millions of drops of blood essence from mortals. It can pollute even magic weapons. Your spiritual tools will turn into scrap metal in a moment."

"Fellow Daoist, listen to me. You are so handsome and have an extraordinary demeanor. Tonight is a beautiful night with a full moon. Why don't you stop here and spend a good night with me and ascend to heaven together?"

Thanks to the Dual Cultivation Taoist Master Mo Hun and Shen Ri Laozi for their rewards!
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