Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 186: Heavenly Questioning Palace

Although thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are precious, they cannot be used directly by cultivators who are in the stage of foundation building.

Although the Suzhen Flower is only an eight hundred year old spiritual herb, it can increase the chance of forming a pill.

For cultivators, cultivation is the foundation of everything.

This person seemed to have a long-term vision and chose the more precious thousand-year-old spiritual herb, but in fact he was short-sighted.

Chen Yuan didn't know what Liu Fan was thinking. After dividing the spiritual herbs, he suggested, "My two fellow Taoists, the spiritual herbs have been divided up. Next, we should go to other places."

Yu Qing and Liu Fan naturally had no objection. The three of them returned along the mountain path and continued to explore other areas on the mountain.

Chen Yuan walked in front, his face looking normal, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.

This time he gave the Suzhen Flower to Liu Fan, took an extra 15% of the spiritual herbs, and took all three Qingxuan Xiling Flowers into his pocket, making a fortune.

With dozens of rare spiritual herbs that are at least five hundred years old in his hands, Chen Yuan will never lack resources for cultivation until he reaches the stage of Dan formation.

It is worthy of being the cave residence of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage. It is just a spiritual medicine garden, but the harvest is so great.

This is all thanks to the Suzhen flower, otherwise he would not have been able to force Liu Fan to give up the Qingxuan Xiling flower.

This flower seems precious, but if he wants to form a pill when practicing "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit", he must first refine a kind of true spirit essence and blood. Otherwise, it will be useless even if he takes the true pill.

As long as you refine the true spirit essence and blood, even if you don't have the true elixir, there is still hope of forming the elixir.

The Suzhen Flower is useless to Chen Yuan. He only relies on this flower to retreat and advance, forcing Liu Fan to voluntarily give up most of the spiritual herbs.

This is an open conspiracy. As long as Liu Fan wants to get Zhenhua, he can only swallow his anger and agree to it.

……

The three of them returned to the mountain path before the fork and kept going up. After a total of half an hour, they arrived in front of a three-story building.

Next to the small building, a waterfall cascades down, making a rumbling sound.

The small building has flying eaves and pointed corners, and an ancient appearance. On the plaque are inscribed the three words "Alchemy Pavilion". When the three people saw it, their eyes lit up.

The magical herbs in the space magic weapon alone are enough to make their trip worthwhile. How many magical elixirs are there in the alchemy pavilion?
Just like the gentle slope where spiritual herbs grow, the Alchemy Pavilion has no restrictions.

This is normal. Even Nascent Soul cultivators can resist the restrictions of space magic weapons, so there is no need to set up any formation restrictions inside.

The three of them pushed the door open and walked in. The first floor was empty except for a complicated formation carved on the ground. It was about ten feet in size, with twenty-four formation flags planted around it. There was a hole about a foot in the middle, and a formation plate was placed next to it.

Chen Yuan recognized it at a glance. This was a formation for attracting earth fire. It was similar to the formation in the Earth Fire Hall of Lingyun Sect, but it was much more complicated.

After thousands of years, the formation is still intact, but the flags and plates are in tatters, and the fire veins have disappeared without anyone to nourish them.

Liu Fan and Yu Qing didn't know how to make elixirs and had no interest in the broken flags and formation plates. They just took a look and went to the second floor.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Wei is somewhat interested in this formation. Can I take these formation plates and flags away?"

The two stopped walking, and Yu Qing would not refuse Chen Yuan's intention: "If Brother Wei is interested, just take it away."

Although Liu Fan hated Chen Yuan deeply, he would not conflict with him over such a trivial matter. He said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Wei, please do as you please."

Chen Yuan then took out the jade slip, copied the formation, put the formation plate and flag into the storage bag, and went to the second floor.

There were more than a dozen three-tiered wooden racks on the second floor, with a jade bottle placed every one foot on each rack. At a glance, there were at least more than three hundred of them.

Yu Qing showed a look of joy, picked up a jade bottle, opened it and saw that there was nothing inside.

Liu Fan picked up another jade bottle and checked it, it was also empty.

The two men frowned and picked up the two jade bottles to examine them.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan reminded them, "Don't waste your energy, my two Taoist friends. These jade bottles have been stored here for a thousand years. The elixirs in them have long since turned into spiritual energy and evaporated. It is impossible for them to survive."

Yu Qing was extremely convinced by Chen Yuan. Hearing this, he slowly put down the jade bottle in his hand and said unwillingly, "What a pity..."

Liu Fan ignored Chen Yuan's reminder. He waved his sleeves and took all the remaining jade bottles. The corks popped open, revealing that they were all empty.

He then put all the jade bottles back to their original places and went to the third floor first.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Yu Qing's eyes, and he followed.

Chen Yuan just smiled and followed slowly.

There were only two wooden racks on the third floor, with six jade bottles on them.

Liu Fan first picked up a jade bottle and opened the stopper. The bottle inside was empty, just like the one on the second floor.

Yu Qing stopped checking the jade bottle this time and turned to look at Chen Yuan: "Daoyou Wei, the elixirs in these jade bottles are not preserved?"

Chen Yuan raised his hand and took a jade bottle into his hand. He opened the stopper, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "Yes, these jade bottles are made of hundred-year-old black jade, which is equivalent to a top-grade magic weapon. It can seal the elixir for five hundred years without dissipating the spiritual energy."

“But a thousand years is too long. Only a jade bottle made of thousand-year-old black jade can preserve the elixir for such a long time.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Fan raised his hand and took the other jade bottle in his hand, saying: "Since these jade bottles are useful, let's divide them equally." Afterwards, Chen Yuan and Yu Qing each put away two jade bottles, leaving only an empty wooden shelf on the third floor.

The three of them searched carefully again and made sure that there was nothing else in the Alchemy Pavilion before they left and went down the mountain along the path.

They could not fly on Mount Wentian, and their spiritual consciousness could only leave the body for a dozen feet. If they left the mountain path and walked through the forest, they would most likely get lost.

Walking along the mountain path actually saves more time.

The three of them returned to the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain along the path on the right.

The mountain path meandered upward and tilted to the right. After half an hour, the three of them arrived at the halfway point of the mountain, where two forks in the road also appeared.

They randomly chose a path and after running for about two quarters of an hour, they arrived at a large hall.

This hall, like the spiritual medicine garden, is located on a gentle slope on the edge of a cliff. It is about several acres in size. The plaque reads the three words "Weapon Refining Hall" with silver hooks and iron paintings, dragons and phoenixes flying, and a sharp and imposing aura.

The three of them were delighted and quickened their pace, walking into the wide-open palace door.

Pills cannot be preserved for a thousand years, but magical weapons and spiritual tools can.

In the center of the three-person hall is a formation about ten feet in size, similar to the formation in the Alchemy Pavilion, but more complicated. There is a three-foot-sized hole in the middle, with a formation plate next to it, and twenty-eight broken formation flags inserted around it.

The fire veins used in alchemy seek purity and stability, while the fire veins used in refining tools require violence and purity in order to refine a variety of solid spiritual materials.

Unfortunately, the fire veins in the weapon refining hall had no one to nourish them and had long since gone out.

There are more than a dozen wooden racks around the fire-starting formation, but there is nothing on them.

Yu Qing frowned: "There are clearly hundreds of jade bottles in the Alchemy Pavilion, but why is there not a single magic weapon in this Refining Hall?"

Liu Fan spread out his spiritual sense and searched carefully, but still found nothing.

Chen Yuan was also quite confused, but since there were no magic weapons or spiritual artifacts in the weapon refining hall, staying there any longer would just be a waste of time.

The three of them did not stop, turned around and walked out of the weapon refining hall, returned to the fork in the road, and walked onto another mountain path.

At the end of this mountain path is the Talisman-Making Pavilion, but there is no talisman inside either. Only a few tattered monster skins and dozens of jade bottles.

These jade bottles should contain spiritual liquid made from cinnabar mixed with the essence and blood of monsters. It contains rich spiritual energy and is used to draw talismans.

But a thousand years passed, the spiritual liquid had all evaporated, leaving only the jade bottle.

The three of them divided up several jade bottles made of hundred-year-old black jade, and gained nothing else.

After leaving the Talisman-Making Pavilion, they went all the way back to the foot of the mountain and walked up along the middle mountain road.

Compared with the other two mountain roads, this one is particularly long and has no forks, and it seems to lead directly to the top of the mountain.

An hour later, the three of them ran all the way to the top of the mountain and finally reached the end of the mountain road.

The top of the peak is a flat open space, about thirty acres in size, with cliffs on three sides. Dozens further up is the gray space boundary. The white space cracks flicker unsteadily, giving a strong sense of oppression.

A large hall was built in the center of the open space, with flying eaves, brackets, red pillars and carved rafters, green tiles and red roofs. It was majestic and magnificent, with carved railings and jade bricks and stacked stone steps all around. On the plaque in front of the hall were inscribed the three characters "Wentian Hall".

When Yu Qing saw the palace, his face showed joy. He immediately quickened his pace and climbed the stone steps.

Chen Yuan and Liu Fan followed closely and arrived at the door of the hall.

Even if this is not the residence of Master Qingyou, there must be rare treasures hidden here.

The three of them walked into the hall. Looking around, they found that the hall was empty, with nine large vermilion lacquered pillars scattered around the hall.

Deep in the hall, there is a statue about three meters high. It is a middle-aged scholar with a tall hat and a wide belt, three short beards under his chin, an elegant face, and a bamboo scroll in his hand, placed in front of his chest.

In front of the statue, there is a cushion, and a figure is sitting on the cushion, with his back to the temple door and facing the statue, as if he is meditating and practicing.

When Chen Yuan and the other two saw that there were people here, they were all startled and their eyes immediately became alert.

Yu Qing's heart moved, he took out the token, held it in his palm, bowed, and said loudly: "I am Yu Qing, a descendant of the Yu family, holding the ancestral token to enter this place. Are you the ancestor of Qingyou?"

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but the figure remained motionless and did not respond.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he said, "This person should have passed away."

Liu Fan nodded and said, "Brother Wei's words make sense. No one has ever entered this place in the past thousand years. Even the Nascent Soul cultivators have long since died of old age."

Yu Qing had a complicated look in his eyes, and he walked up, holding the token tightly.

Chen Yuan and Liu Fan followed him and came in front of the figure.

The man had his eyes closed, having long lost all life, but his skin was still shiny and tight, and his face was extremely young, appearing to be only in his twenties, extremely handsome.

When Yu Qing saw the man's face, he fell to his knees and kowtowed, saying, "I, the unworthy descendant Yu Qing, pay my respects to the ancestor Qing You!"

(End of this chapter)