Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan took the gloves, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

After the Millennium Ice Silk Gloves were upgraded to a magic weapon, their spiritual power became rich and pure, far superior to the Golden Dragon Sword and much stronger than the Wind and Cloud Bell.

Thousand-year-old ice silk is indeed a top-grade spiritual material. Just two bundles can be refined into a top-quality low-level magic weapon.

Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness probed into it. His spiritual imprint was intact. He only needed to inject his true energy and refine it a little, and he would be able to use it as if it were his own arm.

He put the gloves on his hands and injected a trace of true energy into them, only to find that the wrist of his right hand was slightly glowing. Upon closer inspection, he found that there were actually two slightly raised ancient seal characters engraved on it.

"Binghuan..." Chen Yuan looked up at Han Zhu, "Friend Han, this is..."

Han Zhu said proudly: "How can the magic weapon refined by Han be nameless?"

"This item is made of thousand-year-old ice silk, and it was mixed with Illusion Yin Stone and Green Snake Demon Pill. It has the effect of transforming and hiding. The name of it, Ice Illusion, is very appropriate."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Thank you for the name, this pair of gloves will be called Binghuan from now on."

Han Zhu smiled reservedly and picked up the teacup on the table: "Now that the magic weapon has been refined, I still need to look after the refining furnace, so I will not keep you two fellow Taoists."

This was the time to serve tea and see the guests off. Chen Yuan immediately stood up and said goodbye, and left Han Zhu's cave residence with Wei Changhong.

Wei Changhong said apologetically, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Senior Brother Han is indeed a little arrogant, but it is not directed at you, please don't misunderstand."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Wei, what are you talking about? Fellow Daoist Han is an extremely skilled weapon refiner. He only refined the weapon for me because of Brother Wei. I am very grateful. How could I have any complaints?"

If it weren't for Wei Changhong's mediation, Han Zhu would never have refined the weapon for him even if he had more than fifty high-grade spirit stones. He was just a little arrogant, so Chen Yuan didn't care.

After the two parted, he returned to the cave, used his true essence to refine the Ice Illusion, and then tested the power of the magic gloves.

After Binghuan was upgraded to a low-level magic weapon, the Golden Dragon Sword could no longer cause any damage, but it was also unable to eliminate the tremendous force brought by the magic weapon, so Chen Yuan could only resolve it on his own.

This is not a difficult task for Chen Yuan, who has a strong body. He only needs to use Ice Illusion to block the opponent's magic weapon.

Han Zhu also left a trace of spiritual consciousness in the Ice Illusion, clearly stating that after injecting true energy into it, the Ice Illusion could even resist mid-level magic weapons.

In addition, Binghuan's ice power has also become much stronger than before, and can even temporarily freeze low-level magic weapons.

In this way, when Chen Yuan does not activate Zhu Yan's true blood, in addition to fighting the enemy with physical strength, he can also hurt people with the power of ice, which gives him an additional means.

After testing the power of Ice Illusion, Chen Yuan was very satisfied. He put it into his Dantian and kept it warm with his true energy.

……

A month later, Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong put on masks and black veils to cover their faces and came to the sky above an island.

A middle-aged cultivator with ordinary appearance came forward, he had the cultivation base in the late foundation building stage.

The two men stopped their escape and Wei Changhong took out a jade cicada. The middle-aged cultivator bowed respectfully and then turned to look at Chen Yuan.

Wei Changhong said in a muffled voice: "This fellow Taoist came with me."

The middle-aged monk bowed to Chen Yuan and said respectfully, "Senior, do you know the rules of the Autumn Cicada Society?"

Chen Yuan said in a gruff voice: "You are not allowed to force buying or selling, you are not allowed to spy on other people's identities, and you are not allowed to interfere with other people's transactions."

The middle-aged monk said, "Please pay the spirit stones, both seniors."

Chen Yuan raised his right hand, and twenty high-grade spirit stones appeared out of thin air above his palm, which he handed to the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged monk took the spirit stone and said respectfully, "Seniors, please follow me."

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong followed behind the middle-aged cultivator and lowered their light of escape.

This is a tiny island, less than ten miles in radius, desolate and uninhabited.

The middle-aged monk led the two people to the woods in the center of the island, flicked his storage bag, took out a token, raised his hand, made a gesture, and injected true energy into the token.

The token emitted a faint light and flew forward slowly. Suddenly, a layer of light curtain appeared in the air, rippling like water waves. Behind the light curtain, a magnificent hall stood on the empty flat ground.

This forest turned out to be an illusion array, but after careful observation, Chen Yuan discovered that this illusion array was only effective in concealment, but had no defensive power and could be easily broken.

The ripples on the light curtain slowly spread, revealing a door. The middle-aged monk pointed with his right hand and said respectfully, "Please come in, seniors."

Wei Changhong nodded and walked into the light curtain with ease. Chen Yuan followed closely behind him, and the light curtain closed again behind the two of them.

When Chen Yuan walked into the light curtain, he was extremely alert. He clenched his hands in his sleeves and the ice illusion that was tightly attached to his hands flashed away.

This was his first time attending an underground trade fair for Jindan cultivators, so he had to be careful.

Not only do the participants of the Autumn Cicada Society have to hide their identities, but the meeting is not even held on the Blood Island, but on a deserted island hundreds of miles away from the Blood Island.

And every time the autumn cicada blooms, the location will change.

Only a cultivator like Wei Changhong who holds a jade cicada can receive advance notice from the organizer of the Autumn Cicada Conference.

Only they can lead one person to participate in the Autumn Cicada Conference, and ordinary cultivators have no way to enter.

It is at these underground trade fairs that real treasures can be purchased.

Due to the extremely secretive nature of the Autumn Cicada Society, there will always be cultivators in the late Jindan stage participating in each event, and many rare treasures often appear, including some of which are of ill-gotten origin.

No one knows who is the mastermind behind the Autumn Cicada Society, but Wei Changhong guessed that it must be related to the three major sects.

Only the three major sects can support this level of underground trade fair. The two walked to the front of the hall, and nothing unexpected happened. Chen Yuan was relieved.

This hall was built with huge logs, it was rather crude and obviously recently constructed.

There were several cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage standing around the hall. When they saw Chen Yuan and the other two coming, they all bowed and saluted with a very respectful attitude.

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong walked into the hall, which was dark, empty and simple. There were only dozens of armchairs arranged in a circle in the middle of the hall.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen monks sitting on the armchairs, some wearing masks, some wearing hats, all of which covered their faces. Their auras were restrained, and no one revealed their cultivation level.

When they saw the two people walk in, only two of them turned their heads to look, while the rest of the monks showed no concern at all.

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong chose two adjacent armchairs and sat down, waiting quietly.

After the two of them, more monks arrived, but the number of them gradually decreased.

Half an hour later, a monk in black walked into the hall, raised his hand and closed the door.

This man was tall, with a layer of slowly flowing black mist covering his face, hiding his features, but his aura of a late Jindan stage was clearly revealed.

He came to the center of the monks and said in a cold voice: "The Autumn Cicada Meeting begins now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice rang out: "Haha, let me start with what I have to say."

A short and fat monk wearing a mask raised his sleeves and flicked them. Three jade bottles appeared out of thin air in front of him: "Three bottles of Haoyang Pills in exchange for a Tongtian Order."

"Haoyang Pill? I'll give you 400 Spiritual Stones!"

"I'll offer 450 Spiritual Stones!"

The Haoyang Pill is a pill for the late Jindan stage. The short and fat monk took out three bottles at once, which is equivalent to a hundred years of hard training. It immediately attracted several monks to make bids.

The short and fat monk said calmly: "I only exchange it for the Tongtian Order."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell silent and no one made any more bids.

"I do have a Tongtian Order in my hand, but three bottles of Haoyang Pills are not enough." A cultivator wearing a hat that covered half of his face spoke.

"What else do you want, Excellency?" There was a hint of excitement in the short and fat monk's voice.

"Add another one hundred high-quality spirit stones." The monk in the bamboo hat said slowly.

"Fifty dollars." The short and fat monk bargained.

"Eighty bucks."

"Deal!" The short and fat monk took out another eighty high-grade spirit stones and three bottles of Haoyang Pills, and slowly flew towards the monk in the bamboo hat.

After checking, the monk in the bamboo hat nodded slightly, raised his sleeve and a palm-sized jade token appeared out of thin air in front of him and flew towards the short and fat monk.

One side of the jade plaque is engraved with lifelike celestial birds and auspicious beasts, and the other side is engraved with the ancient seal character "Tongtian". It seems to have experienced the baptism of endless years and is dark yellow in color.

Everyone present stared at the jade token with eager eyes.

Only those who hold the Tongtian Order can enter Jueling Island!

The Tongtian Order will only appear automatically after the Jueling Island is closed, and will be randomly distributed in the Yuqing Sea and the Wan Yao Sea, with only a hundred of them each time.

When a monk enters Jueling Island with this order, he will disappear on his own.

Everyone knows that Jueling Island is the most dangerous place in Yuqing Sea, but it is also the most precious place in Yuqing Sea. As long as you can get out of it alive, you will definitely gain a lot and it is very likely that you will break through the bottleneck.

If it were possible to not interfere with other people's transactions, someone would definitely bid.

Chen Yuan looked at the Tongtian Order, and scenes from Master Qingyou's memory emerged in his mind, and a hint of depression flashed in his eyes.

Jueling Island is extremely strange. After Jindan cultivators enter the island, as long as they do not harbor greed, the mortality rate is actually not too high and they can often gain something.

But what he was seeking was the body-tempering elixir, and competing with those Nascent Soul cultivators was too risky, so he had to give up the idea.

Moreover, the Tongtian Ling was very valuable and he couldn't afford it.

The short and fat monk put the Tongtian Ling into the mustard seed ring, leaned back in his chair, and said nothing.

Chen Yuan seized the opportunity and said in a deep voice: "I would like to use the top-grade spirit stones to purchase a mid-level killing magic weapon!"

Everyone looked over here. Chen Yuan was as steady as a rock. He glanced around with a calm look.

"How many spirit stones can you take out?" someone asked.

Chen Yuan looked at this person and said calmly: "If you have a killing treasure, just name your price. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

The man stopped talking. Chen Yuan waited for a while, but still no one spoke.

Finally, a cultivator said in a hoarse voice: "I do have a mid-level magic weapon, but I won't exchange it for spirit stones. If you want it, just bring a portion of spirit cleansing water in exchange!"

"I can't produce the spirit cleansing water." Chen Yuan shook his head.

The Spirit Cleansing Water is a spiritual item that can be used to refine golden elixirs and improve the effectiveness of forming an infant by 10%. It is more precious than a mid-level magic weapon. How can he get it?
"Haha, without the Spirit Cleansing Water, my magic weapon will have no chance to be shared with you, Taoist friend." (End of this chapter)