Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The next day, Wei Changhong led Chen Yuan to the cave residence of Han Zhu, the weapon-refining master of Zhenhai Sect, and asked him to upgrade the thousand-year-old ice silk gloves into a magic weapon.

Han Zhu's cultivation was only at the initial stage of Jindan, but he was a direct disciple of a supreme elder in Zhenhai Sect. He had extremely sophisticated weapon-refining skills and had once refined two mid-level magic weapons.

Wei Changhong had a good relationship with him, so he was able to ask Master Han to take action.

When Chen Yuan took off the thousand-year-old ice silk gloves, Han Zhu shook his head slightly, as if he was quite dissatisfied with using such spiritual materials to refine spiritual weapons.

He had never used thousand-year-old ice silk to refine a magic weapon before, and was quite interested in this. He agreed to Chen Yuan's request, but accepted fifty top-grade spirit stones as a reward for refining the weapon.

Han Zhu's asking price was not low. This pair of gloves had already been formed. They only needed to be mixed with thousand-year-old ice silk and refined to be upgraded to a low-level magic weapon. It would only take a month at most. However, he asked for fifty high-quality spirit stones, which would surely be difficult for ordinary cultivators to accept.

Chen Yuan also felt a little painful, but he had no other choice. Han Zhu was famous and only agreed to the matter because of Wei Changhong. He was also interested in spiritual materials such as thousand-year-old ice silk, so it was impossible for him to lower the price.

He had no choice but to agree and hand the spirit stone and gloves to Han Zhu.

After leaving Han Zhu's cave, Chen Yuan took the initiative to offer Wei Changhong ten top-grade spirit stones as a token of his gratitude.

We were able to ask Han Zhu to take action thanks to Wei Changhong's matchmaking, so this sum of spirit stones cannot be saved.

But Wei Changhong did not accept it. Han Zhu asked for a very high price and showed no consideration for him at all, which made Wei Changhong feel a little embarrassed in front of Chen Yuan.

Moreover, he needs to rely on Chen Yuan during his journey to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters, so how could he accept spirit stones again?

Seeing that he was determined to refuse, Chen Yuan did not insist any more and returned to his cave to meditate and practice.

Two days later, Chen Yuan was meditating with his eyes closed in the training room, his five hearts facing the sky, and a top-grade spirit stone of fire attribute floating in the palm of each hand.

Wisps of spiritual energy gushed out from the spirit stone and entered Chen Yuan's body. After circulating through his meridians for thirty-six cycles, they transformed into a wisp of the purest true essence and entered his dantian.

As Chen Yuan's cultivation reached the middle stage of Jindan, the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth could no longer meet his needs for cultivation. In addition to taking Yaoyuan Pills, he also used high-quality spirit stones for cultivation.

The spiritual energy in top-grade spirit stones is extremely pure. One spirit stone is equivalent to ten days of practice. This is also the method used by most Jindan cultivators to increase their practice speed when they have no elixirs.

But there are very few people like Chen Yuan who can practice with two high-quality spirit stones at a time.

It would be difficult for an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage to kill a level six monster in a year when he went out to sea to hunt monsters. Spirit stones are not easy to earn, so doing this would be too extravagant.

Just as Chen Yuan was practicing, a sound transmission note passed through the formation and flew into the cave. The formation was alarmed, and an invisible ripple spread out, awakening Chen Yuan from his meditation.

It just so happened that the spiritual energy in the two top-grade spirit stones was also absorbed completely, turning into two piles of powder and falling to the ground.

Chen Yuan flicked his hand casually, a breeze blew by, and the powder quietly dispersed.

He stood up and walked out of the training room. He raised his hand, took the sound transmission talisman into his hand, and probed his spiritual sense into it.

Wei Changhong's voice reached Chen Yuan's ears, saying that the trade fair was about to start and inviting Chen Yuan to go together.

Chen Yuan put away the sound transmission talisman and walked out of the cave. Wei Changhong was already waiting outside.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two entered the market town and came to an exquisite and elegant small building and walked inside.

A foundation-building cultivator was standing at the door. He seemed to recognize Wei Changhong. When he saw the two men come in, he was extremely respectful and bowed deeply.

Wei Changhong took out three top-grade spirit stones and handed them to the foundation-building cultivator, and Chen Yuan followed closely behind.

The foundation-building monk took the spirit stones from the two people, bowed again, and led the two people to the third floor.

The furnishings here are simple and elegant, with a dozen or so futons scattered on the left and right. In front of the futons is a table made of green bamboo. It is thin, tough, and emerald green. It is actually made of century-old magical bamboo.

On the bamboo table, there was a jade bottle with its mouth open, emitting a faint aroma of mellow and sweet wine. Next to it was a jade cup, flashing with a faint spiritual light.

At this time, there were already seven cultivators sitting on the cushions, with their auras revealed. They were all Jindan cultivators.

Wei Changhong is indeed a man with wide social connections. As soon as he showed up, three people bowed to greet him.

Wei Changhong returned the greetings one by one, exchanged a few words with a few people, and sat down on a cushion.

Chen Yuan sat beside him, saying nothing, quietly looking at everyone in the field.

Not long after, five Jindan cultivators arrived. After that, everyone waited for another half an hour, but no one else came.

An old man in white clothes sitting at the main seat took up the jade bottle, filled the jade cup, held it in his hand, looked around, and said with a smile: "I am Feng Lou, and I welcome all Taoist friends to come here to participate in the Qingzhu meeting today."

He raised the jade cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "The Green Bamboo Club is only a place for you to trade treasures. There is only one rule: no forced buying or selling."

"As for whether the treasure is good or bad, true or false, I am not responsible at all."

"Please keep your eyes open, fellow Taoists. If you suffer a loss, don't ask me for spirit stones..."

"Everyone knows the rules of your Qingzhu Club. Stop making noise and start quickly!" a middle-aged monk said impatiently.

This person's cultivation is the same as the old man in white, both are in the middle stage of Jindan.

The old man in white was not angry at all. He smiled and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Li is getting impatient, I will not say much. Starting from my left, please show your treasures!" As soon as he finished speaking, an early Jindan cultivator sitting on his left raised his hand and a demon pill and a fist-sized ore appeared on the table out of thin air. He said loudly, "I have a level 5 Swallowing Sea Fish Demon Pill and a medium-grade spiritual material lapis lazuli in my hand. I want to exchange them for a high-grade spiritual stone..."

At this time, in addition to Feng Lou, there were a total of thirteen Jindan cultivators in the field.

Eight of them are in the early stage of Jindan, the remaining five are in the middle stage of Jindan, and there is not a single cultivator in the late stage of Jindan.

Chen Yuan was not surprised by this. Before coming to the trade fair, Wei Changhong had told him that the Qingzhu Fair was of a lower level and most of the participants were casual cultivators in the early stage of Jindan, and there were not many cultivators in the middle stage of Jindan.

However, no matter how low the level of the Qingzhu Fair is, it is also a trade fair for Jindan cultivators. There have been transactions of magic weapons here in the past, so Chen Yuan followed Wei Changhong here to try his luck and made all the necessary preparations.

Naturally, he was not interested in the fifth-level demon pills and mid-grade spiritual materials, so he did not bid.

Wei Changhong also smiled and said nothing, just pouring himself a drink, and sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Daoyou Chen, this green bamboo wine was carefully brewed by Daoyou Feng, and it has a mellow taste. Daoyou may want to try it."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, tilted the jade bottle, filled the jade cup, drank it all in one gulp, and showed praise on his face.

This green bamboo wine has a light and elegant fragrance, not as scorching as strong liquor, and has a unique flavor.

Like Wei Changhong, he also started drinking by himself.

The level five sea-swallowing fish demon pill and lapis lazuli were bought by two cultivators respectively. Then it was the next person's turn to show off his treasure, which was also a common item for cultivators in the early stage of forming a pill. Naturally, Chen Yuan would not participate in the bidding.

His only goal on this trip was to get the magic weapon, and he was not interested in anything else.

Afterwards, several more people showed their treasures, including a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage, but no one took out a magic weapon.

Finally it was Chen Yuan's turn. He put down the jade cup, raised his sleeves and a small pile of high-quality spirit stones appeared on the bamboo table. He said in a deep voice: "I want to exchange the spirit stones for a mid-level magic weapon. The price will surely satisfy you fellow Taoists."

As soon as he finished speaking, the place fell into silence.

Someone looked at the spirit stone in front of Chen Yuan with eager eyes, but the gaze quickly faded.

There were also people whose eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, as if saying that Chen Yuan was dreaming.

Mid-level magic weapons can indeed be purchased with spirit stones, but very few people would exchange mid-level magic weapons for spirit stones.

After a while, Chen Yuan saw that no one spoke, so he changed the topic and said, "Low-level magic weapons are also acceptable."

After these words were spoken, everyone's eyes finally became serious.

The low-level magic weapons are just right for the monks present, and they can actually take them out.

The middle-aged monk who had interrupted the old man in white before asked, "What kind of magic weapon does this Taoist want to exchange for?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "A treasure of killing."

The middle-aged cultivator hesitated for a moment, then raised his sleeves and flicked them. Two dark black halberds, about a foot long, appeared out of thin air in front of him and slowly flew towards Chen Yuan. He said, "This pair of black evil halberds is extremely powerful. Please take a look, fellow Taoist."

Chen Yuan caught the two small halberds and looked at them intently. The halberds emitted a strong spiritual light, surrounded by a trace of black evil spirit, which was extremely frightening.

His eyes lit up, and his spiritual sense probed into it and moved around, but a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

These two small halberds, like the Golden Dragon Sword, look great but are actually mediocre in power.

He raised his sleeves and returned the two small halberds to the middle-aged monk: "This black evil halberd is quite extraordinary, but it is not to my liking."

The middle-aged monk took the small halberd, as if he had expected it. He nodded, put away the two small halberds, and said no more.

Seeing that the Black Evil Halberd looked very good but still did not catch Chen Yuan's eye, everyone was surprised and no one took out their magic weapon.

Chen Yuan waited for a while, and seeing that no one spoke, he raised his sleeve, put away the spirit stones on the table, picked up the wine cup, and sipped silently.

Next it was Wei Changhong's turn. He had come here with Chen Yuan and had no intention of exchanging treasures. He simply took out two common spiritual objects and exchanged them for some spiritual stones.

From then until the end of the Qingzhu Meeting, no cultivator took out a magic weapon, let alone a mid-level magic weapon.

The old man in white announced with a smile that the Qingzhu meeting was over, and Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong got up and left.

After leaving the small building, Wei Changhong sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, most of the cultivators at this Qingzhu Fair are in the early stage, and there are few magical weapon transactions. At the Qiuchan Fair in two months, there will be many cultivators in the late Jindan stage participating. Daoist Fellow will definitely get what you want."

Chen Yuan replied, "Thank you for your kind words, fellow Taoist."

It was already dark at this time, so the two separated. Chen Yuan returned to the cave, took out a sixth-level demon Yuan Dan, swallowed it, and meditated to practice.

For the next period of time, there will be no external interference, which is a good time to improve your cultivation.

A month later, Chen Yuan received a sound transmission note from Wei Changhong. After being re-refined, the thousand-year-old ice silk gloves were successfully upgraded to a low-level magic weapon.

He showed a look of joy, and immediately left the cave and came to Wei Changhong's residence. The two of them came to Han Zhu's cave together.

Han Zhu still had that proud look on his face. He raised his sleeves and a pair of white gloves as thin as cicada wings appeared out of thin air and slowly flew towards Chen Yuan. (End of this chapter)