Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 173 Soul Searching Technique

Qi State, Jiangzhou.

The silver moon in the sky is like a disk, and the moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the earth, casting heavy shadows.

Two figures were suspended in the air, dozens of feet apart, facing each other from a distance.

One of them was wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, standing with his hands behind his back, and had long hair that reached his shoulders and was loose. He had a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and a casual demeanor.

The other man looked to be about thirty years old, with a solemn expression and a strong spiritual spirit. He was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. In front of him hung a silver flying sword about a foot long, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, ready to strike.

The black-robed monk smiled and said, "Shi Jinyan, you are scared."

The thirty-year-old monk said coldly: "It's ridiculous. Shi has practiced for more than 130 years. His sword heart is clear and he is unstoppable. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Then why don't you take action?"

The thirty-year-old monk's pupils shrank, and then he raised his hand, made a seal, and shouted: "Divide!"

The silver flying sword rang softly and split into fifteen sword lights, which was the Tiangang Sword Sect's light-splitting and shadow-transforming technique.

The black-robed monk smiled and said, "You can split one Qi into sixteen swords. You are indeed the most proud disciple of Master Yunfeng. Master Yunfeng would be very sad if I kill you, right?"

The thirty-year-old monk said coldly: "Don't bother with words, let's show our true colors with our hands!"

He pointed at one point and shouted, "Behead!"

Sixteen flying swords flew out at the same time and slashed towards the black-shirted monk. They were as fast as lightning, with dazzling sword light and intimidating sharpness.

Facing the sixteen flying swords that were attacking him, the black-shirted monk did not move. He just raised his sleeves and dozens of blood shadows flew out of his body to meet them. Their speed was surprisingly no less than that of the flying swords.

The thirty-year-old monk activated his true energy, and the speed of the sixteen flying swords suddenly increased a bit, piercing through the blood shadow and heading straight for the black-shirted monk.

But after the blood shadow was pierced by the flying sword, there was a flash of blood on the surface, and the wound closed as before. It turned around and pounced on the flying sword, wrapping the sword body.

The speed of the flying swords suddenly dropped, and then more blood shadows pounced over and wrapped around the sixteen flying swords.

The thirty-year-old monk's face changed, and the hand gestures in his hands changed. Sixteen flying swords emitted silver light, and the blood shadow could not be concealed at all. It almost competed with the bright moon in the sky, trying to break free from the blood shadow's restraints.

The black-robed monk smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi, why are you wasting your time? How can you break the blood spirit that Liu has carefully cultivated?"

He raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the blood shadow suddenly turned into a pitch-black color. The flying sword made a hissing sound, and the spiritual light was constantly corroded by the blood shadow. In just a moment, it became much dimmer.

The thirty-year-old monk showed a look of determination in his eyes and shouted, "Explode!"

Fifteen sword lights suddenly exploded, leaving only a silver flying sword. The spiritual light suddenly became dazzling and forced back the blood shadow, breaking free from the restraints and shooting towards the black-shirted monk.

When a sword cultivator's skill level is low, there are not many means available to him. This secret technique of self-destructing sword shadow to increase the power of the flying sword is one of them.

However, once this technique is used, you will no longer be able to use the technique of splitting light and transforming into shadows for a period of time. You can only use a flying sword to fight the enemy, which is a life-threatening move.

The thirty-year-old monk did this to save his life. The blood shadow released by the black-shirted monk was actually as fast as the flying sword, breaking the flying sword's biggest advantage of moving back and forth and making unpredictable movements.

The technique of splitting light and transforming it into shadows was no longer useful, so he simply fought to the death, hoping that he might still have a chance of winning.

But the black-robed monk just smiled faintly, and more than a dozen blood shadows rushed out from his body to block the flying sword.

The thirty-year-old monk had an extremely solemn expression on his face. He controlled his flying sword to dash left and right, cutting off the blood shadow that was blocking his way.

But the blood shadow flashed and then returned to normal, continuing to pounce from all directions. The flying sword had less and less room to maneuver, and was finally wrapped up by dozens of blood shadows, and gradually became silent.

The flying sword is linked to the life and death of a thirty-year-old cultivator, so it will not be defiled for a while, but if a sword cultivator loses his flying sword, it is like a tiger without claws and fangs, and 90% of his strength will be lost.

The black-robed monk raised his sleeves and flicked them. Several blood shadows flew out of his body and pounced towards the thirty-year-old monk.

The thirty-year-old monk did not dodge or evade, but stared at the black-robed monk and said in a cold voice: "Liu Fan, Shi's skills are inferior to yours, so I will die, but you should not be complacent, the master will definitely avenge me!"

The black-robed monk smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi, you should just go on your way with peace of mind. I can escape from Taoist Yunfeng once, and I can escape a second time. On the contrary, I will go after all of Daoist Shi's fellow disciples, and turn them all into blood shadows to avenge the sword of Taoist Yunfeng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several bloody shadows pounced on the thirty-year-old monk. A big mouth suddenly opened on the face without facial features, bit the thirty-year-old monk, and sucked him dry.

The black-shirted monk smiled even more: "The essence and blood of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator can produce a lot of blood shadows. Master Yunfeng, I will use the essence and blood of your disciples to refine the blood shadows you destroyed one by one!"

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he touched his storage bag, and a picture of a lady appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The painting depicts a woman with fair skin, wearing emerald green clothes, graceful, elegant and refined, with affectionate eyes. She is Ningbi who died at the hands of Chen Yuan.

The person in the painting had a sad face, shedding two lines of clear tears, and bowed to the black-shirted monk. His figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a drop of red blood, which slowly spread and dyed the entire painting red. The black-shirted monk watched Ningbi's figure disappear in the painting with an indifferent expression. He raised his hand, made a hand gesture, closed his eyes, and sensed it, but found nothing.

He opened his eyes and chuckled, "Interesting, Ningbi didn't even leave behind any blood before she died. The person who killed her was either a Jindan cultivator or had a way to restrain her. It seems that we have to put the matter of hunting down Taoist Yunfeng's disciple aside for now."

He raised his hand and retracted dozens of blood shadows. He took the dim silver flying sword and the storage bag of the thirty-year-old monk into his hands, then drove a vermilion flying boat and fled to the north.

After the black-robed monk left, the painting of the lady spontaneously combusted without fire and turned into ashes, which then drifted away in the wind under the bright moonlight.

……

In a house in the north of Lingyang County.

Chen Yuan stood in the yard, looking at a young monk kneeling on the ground in front of him, with his eyes slightly closed and an indifferent expression.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and the young monk who was kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled and fell to the ground.

"This soul-searching technique is indeed extraordinary. In just a few moments, I have read through most of the memory fragments in this person's soul..."

Chen Yuan smiled, thinking back to the information he had just obtained from the soul search.

The soul-searching technique was very simple. After he captured the demon cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining, he tried it twice and successfully performed it. He checked his memory fragments, but the price was that this person's soul was severely damaged and he became an idiot.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took the young monk's storage bag, then condensed a fire crow and burned it to ashes.

He only needs to hand over Ningbi's body to the sect. These Qi-refining magic cultivators who are only responsible for spreading the Lingshen religion are all insignificant.

After doing this, Chen Yuan boarded the Duyun boat and fled to Mengmen County in the west.

On the Duyun Boat, Chen Yuan's mind flashed back to the fragments of the young cultivator's memory. His expression was slightly serious. "Ningbi actually offered a generous reward and ordered this person to find the remaining Yu family cultivators. Could it be that there is another hidden reason behind the evil cultivator's destruction of the Yu family?"

The demise of the Dingzhou Yu family, a family of immortal cultivators, shook the immortal cultivation world of Qi State. Both the immortal cultivation families and ordinary cultivators were in a panic.

The evil cultivators have wreaked havoc on Qi's cultivation world and have achieved their goal of confusing people's hearts. So why do they care so much about the few remaining cultivators from the Yu family's side branch?
Chen Yuan thought about it for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.

Two quarters of an hour later, the Duyun Boat arrived above Mengmen County. Chen Yuan followed the same method and found the Qi-refining demon cultivator who was spreading the Lingshen religion here. He easily subdued him and performed the soul-searching technique.

After a moment, Chen Yuan looked through the fragments of memory in this person's soul.

Like the young monk, he received Ningbi's instructions and spared no effort in searching for the remaining Yu family monks.

Chen Yuan was even more confused. Why was Ningbi so sure that the Yu cultivators would stay in Dingzhou after escaping the disaster?
He immediately boarded the Duyun boat and flew to Zhongqu County.

From the fragments of this person's memory, he also learned one thing: the Qi-refining magic cultivator who spread the Lingshen religion in Zhongqu County was a disciple of the Xueling Sect. He had participated in the battle to destroy the Yu family and might know more about the inside story.

Zhongqu County is located in the northernmost part of Dingzhou, and is separated from the other three counties of Guangqing County by the Lingyang Mountains. It is located in a remote area.

The Duyun Boat flew for half an hour before arriving at Zhongqu County. Chen Yuan followed the same method and quickly found the evil cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect.

This person, like Ningbi, is also a female cultivator, and has reached the tenth level of Qi Refining.

When Chen Yuan came to her house, she was on the bed, flirting with a handsome man.

This woman has a gorgeous face and a plump figure. She is wearing a gauze silk dress, which is half undressed, revealing a large area of ​​white skin. Her private parts are faintly visible, which makes people's blood boil.

The handsome man was burning with desire and was impatient. He touched the girl all over and was about to have sex with her.

Chen Yuan lowered his escape light in the courtyard and used his spiritual sense to see this obscene scene. His brows slightly frowned and his spiritual sense swept over the handsome man, who was shocked and fainted immediately.

Then he released the pressure of a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator and said calmly, "Dress neatly and come out to see me!"

The beautiful female cultivator was immersed in the pleasure, but she immediately woke up when she felt the strong pressure coming. She quickly put on her clothes, walked out of the room quickly, came to the courtyard, and bowed: "My concubine Qiao Xin, I pay my respects to you, Senior."

As she spoke, she deliberately bent her waist, and her thin and loose gauze dress hung down, revealing her chest.

Chen Yuan glanced at her calmly without changing his expression. He raised his right hand, and three fire crows condensed in his palm. They flapped their wings and flew to the side of the beautiful female cultivator, circling around her.

The beautiful female cultivator's face changed, and her body froze in place, not daring to move rashly, for fear of being swallowed by the Fire Crow. She said, "Senior, please spare my life. No matter what you say, I will do it!"

Chen Yuan ignored her and walked up to the beautiful female cultivator. He raised his hand and made a hand gesture, ready to perform the soul-searching technique.

As a disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, the beautiful female cultivator also knew the art of soul searching. Seeing Chen Yuan's actions, she was terrified. She took a few steps back without caring about the fire crows surrounding her, and said in a trembling voice: "I am a disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect and know a lot of secrets that cannot be found out by soul searching. I beg you to spare my life, senior. I am willing to tell you everything and will never hide anything!"

(End of this chapter)