Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The azure blue sea is tranquil and deep, with sparkling waves reflecting the blue sky. The breeze blows gently, causing tiny ripples on the sea surface. The sun shines, and golden light dances on the sea surface.

Looking around, the waves are vast and blue, but there is no sign of a sailboat.

Suddenly, two white lights flashed, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared in the air.

The male cultivator was dressed in a white robe, with a tall and slender figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His appearance could not be described as extremely handsome, but he was quite handsome.

After he appeared, a look of vigilance immediately appeared in his eyes, and a faint murderous aura emanated from his straight body, like a sword that was about to be unsheathed, flashing a cold and sharp light.

The female cultivator was wearing a light green skirt embroidered with light pink lotus flowers. She had a curvy figure and a beautiful appearance. Her eyes were always on the male cultivator. Her eyebrows were slightly curved, as if she could speak, and she had a faint smile on her face.

The two people were none other than Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan. Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, covering an area of ​​thirty miles around him, but did not find anything. The vigilance in his eyes then disappeared, and he turned to look at Jing Shuhan.

This light green skirt is very beautiful, the only pity is that Jing Shuhan's straight and tight long legs are hidden under the wide skirt, not revealing a single bit.

Chen Yuan's gaze rested on Jing Shuhan's skirt embroidered with lotus leaves, as if it could penetrate the complicated clothes.

Jing Shuhan's face turned slightly red, and he remembered the wonderful feeling of that day, and suddenly felt itchy in his heart.

She knows everything except matters between men and women.

The restraints of Ji Laogui made her never experience the feeling of dual cultivation. After her first taste of lovemaking, she actually became addicted to it.

But more than half a month had passed since that day, and she and Chen Yuan had never gone to Wushan together again.

After the two left the secret space, they did not dare to go deep into Jueling Island, and searched for spiritual herbs and treasures on the periphery, but they gained little. They only found a dozen five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs in a secret space.

These secret spaces in the periphery and the palaces, pavilions and caves that have not collapsed have already been searched countless times by predecessors, and few have escaped.

Originally according to the agreement, these spiritual herbs should all belong to Chen Yuan, but after the two of them had physical contact, things were naturally very different. Chen Yuan took the initiative to give half of the food and grass to Jing Shuhan.

After that, the two explored several small secret spaces, but the results were mediocre until Jueling Island was closed.

……

Chen Yuan quickly looked away and bowed to Jing Shuhan: "Jueling Island has been closed. I will take my leave now. Fairy, please be careful and don't let the Tianji Sect find you."

Jing Shuhan's eyes dimmed, and he did not return the greeting. He said calmly, "Don't worry, Brother Chen. The pure spirit has dissipated. The Supreme Elder will no longer have the slightest interest in me."

"On the contrary, Brother Chen should be careful of Patriarch Yuntian and the Kunyu Clan and avoid falling into their hands."

She was in a bad mood and her words were very cold.

She knew that it was she who asked Chen Yuan to practice dual cultivation with her, and Chen Yuan did not owe her anything. She also knew that Chen Yuan did this because he did not want to implicate her.

But when she heard the word "goodbye" from Chen Yuan's mouth, she still felt an inexplicable resentment.

Chen Yuan felt helpless. Jing Shuhan's resentful look made it seem as if he had abandoned her.

But he had rich experience in his previous life and knew that women were like this. There were always times when they were completely unreasonable.

He raised his sleeves and took out three things, then slowly flew towards Jing Shuhan: "Fairy, please accept these three magic weapons."

Jing Shuhan took a closer look and found that these three things were actually three low-level magic weapons, namely a purple bell, a blue feather fan and a bronze bell.

Except for the purple bell, the other two magic weapons all belong to Ji Laogui.

She suddenly felt better: "Brother Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Yuan said: "Old Ghost Ji wanted to refine the fairy into an incarnation, which is a heinous crime. These two magic weapons were obtained from him. Now I will give them to the fairy as a gift, just as he is atonement for his sins."

"I named this bell the Wind and Cloud Bell. When activated, it has the effect of attacking the soul. It is quite mysterious. Although it is only a low-level magic weapon, it is very powerful."

"This treasure has been with me for decades and has helped me defeat enemies many times. Today I am giving it to you, the fairy. I hope it can help you when you fight with others in the future."

Jing Shuhan stared at the three magic weapons, especially the Fengyun Bell, and the resentment in his heart quietly dissipated.

She did not refuse and put away all three magic weapons. She smiled slightly, and her frowned brows relaxed, like a blooming flower in spring, bright and charming.

Chen Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that all women were the same. They not only liked sweet words, but also liked men to spend a lot of money on them.

When my girlfriend in my previous life was angry, I only needed to give her a few luxury items to immediately turn her anger into joy.

Jing Shuhan naturally would not want such vulgar things, but as soon as the three low-level magic weapons were taken out, the gloom on her face disappeared in an instant.

Chen Yuan said seriously: "Take care, fairy. I'm leaving now."

Jing Shuhan said, "Brother Chen, please wait a moment. I have something to give you as well."

She raised her left hand, and a jade pendant appeared in her palm, flashing with a faint spiritual light. It was carved with a pair of mandarin ducks entwined around their necks. Judging from its aura, it was a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Jing Shuhan handed the jade pendant to Chen Yuan and said softly, "Brother Chen, this jade pendant was obtained by chance in my early years. It was originally just a low-grade spiritual weapon, but I liked it very much. I refined it twice and finally made it a high-grade spiritual weapon. It has been with me for nearly a hundred years. Today I will give this pendant to Brother Chen. I hope Brother Chen will not despise it."

Chen Yuan's heart was filled with ripples, and he slowly flew to Jing Shuhan. He raised his left hand, grasped the jade pendant, and also grasped her hand. With his right hand, he embraced her in his arms.

Jing Shuhan's cheeks flushed and she leaned her head on Chen Yuan's shoulder. Chen Yuan felt a faint fragrance entering his nose, and his heart was moved.

He tightened his right hand, feeling the soft and delicate body in his arms emitting amazing heat, letting the ripples in his heart turn into huge waves, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I have too many enemies, and I can't share the great path with the fairy."

Jing Shuhan hugged Chen Yuan with her backhand, and their bodies pressed tightly together: "It is enough to have a night of pleasure. I just hope that when Brother Chen sees this jade pendant in the future, he will still think of me."

After a long time, the two separated. Chen Yuan held the jade pendant tightly in his hand and bowed deeply: "If we are destined to meet again in the future, I will meet you again, fairy."

After saying this, he looked at Jing Shuhan deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her face in his heart forever, then turned around and fled without any hesitation.

Jing Shuhan stared blankly at Chen Yuan's receding back, his eyes dimming little by little.

After a long time, she suddenly blinked, and Fengyun Bell appeared out of thin air in her hand. She rubbed it slowly for a few times, smiled gently, turned around and fled in another direction.

……

Chen Yuan was flying above the sea, stroking the mandarin duck jade pendant in his hand. He had mixed feelings and could not erase that beautiful figure from his mind.

He originally thought that he would never fall in love again in his life, but Jing Shuhan quietly broke into his heart.

With his experience in his previous life, he would no longer actively pursue other women, but he would not reject matters between men and women either.

Although he is wholeheartedly pursuing the path to immortality, he is not heartless or selfish. For the sake of immortality, he can give up everything else.

He could have chosen not to save Jing Shuhan and Wang Lin, and he could have taken Ji Laogui's treasure for himself. Or he could have found ways to forcibly seize Jing Shuhan's spiritual energy when he revealed it, and improve his cultivation by thirty years. All this was just for profit, all for improving his cultivation.

But even if he becomes an immortal, he is just a walking corpse, no different from death. People have seven emotions and six desires, and they should know gratitude, resentment, integrity and shame, and do what they must and should not do.

But one must not get lost in the worldly affairs. The road ahead is long and immortality is elusive. One must not put the cart before the horse.

He could give away three useless low-level magic weapons, but he could not live with Jing Shuhan.

He possesses the precious Jade Jue and practices supreme skills, which requires him to refine one kind of true spirit essence after another. This is destined to be a rough road, accompanied by killing and danger.

Chen Yuan’s next target is Kun Feng. He will certainly become enemies with the Kunyu clan, and Patriarch Yuntian is also eyeing him covetously.

Although Jing Shuhan has a pure and spiritual aura and excellent talent, he cannot keep up with Chen Yuan's pace. If he stays with him, he will only be dragged into danger.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Chen Yuan sighed lightly, put away the mandarin duck jade pendant, buried that beautiful figure quietly in his heart, and flew towards a vaguely visible island in front of him at a sudden increase in speed.

After Jueling Island is closed, the monks there can choose to leave or stay.

Anyone who leaves Jueling Island will appear randomly within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan naturally chose to leave. The Tongtian Order in their hands flashed and disappeared. A white light fell from the sky. The two of them saw a blur and when they came to their senses, they had already appeared in this unfamiliar sea area.

He didn't know where this place was, so he could only find out a little on the island in front of him.

……

Somewhere in the sea within thousands of miles of Jueling Island, above the nine heavens.

Patriarch Yuntian raised his hand and made a gesture, his eyes slightly closed, his brows furrowed, as if he was sensing something.

He remained motionless, like a stone statue, until the sun set, the moon rose, and the sky was filled with stars. Then he slowly opened his eyes and lowered his hands.

He suddenly smiled and murmured, "It seems that I still underestimated the white flame. After such a long time, it has not yet erupted..."

He did not stop, but rode on the light and soon disappeared into the thick night.

……

In another sea area, Kun Tong sent out a ray of light, wrapped around Kun Feng, and shuttled through the clouds.

Kun Feng played with a golden pill in his hand, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Kun Tong suddenly said, "Is the white flame in Chen Yuan's hand really as mysterious as you said, able to burn your soul and make you feel violent and murderous, and even unable to control yourself?"

Kun Feng said seriously: "It's absolutely true!"

Kun Tong said solemnly: "If this is true, I have thought of an ancient legend that has been passed down in our clan until now. This person is not simple."

Kun Feng asked curiously: "What ancient legend?"

Kun Tong's eyes showed a look of reminiscence: "It is said that in ancient times, my demon race was the ruler of this world, and the human race was weak and could only be eaten by the demon race."

"But suddenly one day, an immortal descended upon the world and taught the human race skills and magical powers. Since then, many human cultivators have emerged, and they have in turn suppressed our demon race."

"The ancestors of the demon race saw this and offered sacrifices to the heavens, praying for the demon immortals to descend to the world and help our demon race resist the human race."

"Wherever this demon fairy goes, the human cultivators lose their minds and only know how to kill, causing endless killing disasters."

Kun Feng shook his head slightly: "This must be nonsense. How can an immortal be so powerful as to descend to this world?"

Kun Feng said: "This is just an ancient legend, passed down from generation to generation, so there must be some distortion."

"But our Kunyu clan has existed since the beginning of this world, experiencing ups and downs, and multiplying and inheriting for hundreds of thousands of years. Since this legend has been passed down, it can't be completely false."

"The white flame in Chen Yuan's hand can arouse the brutal murderous intent in people's hearts. It is somewhat similar to that of the demon fairy. It should not be taken lightly."

“After we return, I will issue an order to arrest this man. We must not let the Jiaolong Clan and the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan catch him and let the truth of Ao Hui’s death be revealed. We must also take the white spiritual fire from him!”

……

A few days later, in the sea of ​​monsters.

On a huge island stands a volcano. Thick smoke billows out of the crater. From time to time, red magma erupts, flowing slowly along the hillside, forming red rivers.

At the foot of the volcano, more than a dozen halls are scattered around in an orderly manner. All of them are built of huge red stones, rough and simple.

A beam of light flew from the sky and landed in front of the most magnificent hall. After the light faded away, Ao Fang's iron tower-like figure appeared.

A powerful pressure emanated from him, covering the entire island.

boom!
A large amount of magma suddenly spewed out of the crater, accompanied by volcanic ash that covered the sky. The entire island trembled violently several times, and the mountains shook and the earth shook.

A man flew over and landed in front of Ao Fang. This man was tall, but still pale in comparison to Ao Fang. He had a rough appearance and a pair of red eyebrows.

After a while, another person flew over. This person looked to be about forty years old, with an ugly and sinister appearance. He was wearing a cloak made of red feathers. His height was only up to Ao Fang's chest, which was far shorter than that of the Red Eyebrow man.

He bowed his hands and said respectfully, "Fellow Daoist Ao."

The red-browed man looked at Ao Fang and asked in surprise, "Brother, where is Ao Hui? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Ao Fang said word by word: "He is dead."

The red-browed man's expression changed drastically, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Who can kill Ao Hui?"

The sinister man was very calm and just looked at Ao Fang quietly.

Ao Fang said: "This man's name is Chen Yuan, and he is a disciple of Ji Laogui from Tianji Sect..."

He repeated what Ao Bo and Kun Feng had said. The red-browed man said angrily, "I will go to Blood Island right now, stir up a tide of beasts, kill all the monks of Tianji Sect, and seek justice for my nephew Ao Hui!"

The sinister man said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Ao, there are many strange things about this matter. Chen Yuan is a disciple of Tianji Sect. He first killed nephew Ao Hui, then fought Kun Feng to a draw, and was able to injure the Golden Blood Demon King."

"He is so powerful that he should have been famous in Yuqing Sea long ago, but he was not well-known before. What Kunfeng and Ao Bo said must have concealed something."

Ao Fang nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Luan has a point, but since Chen Yuan was able to injure Jinluo, it makes sense that Ao Hui died in his hands."

"Big brother..."

The red-browed man wanted to say more, but Ao Fang just gave him a cold look, and he immediately shut his mouth, showing fear on his face, and dared not say anything more. (End of this chapter)