Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

There was nothingness in front of Chen Yuan's eyes. It was neither black nor white, neither blue nor red, but a nothingness that was almost grayish white.

He felt as if he was floating on the sea, and also as if he was sinking to the bottom of the sea. Sometimes he was drifting, and sometimes he was carrying a heavy weight like a mountain.

I don’t know how long I have been wandering in the sea. It seemed like only one day, but it also seemed like a hundred years had passed.

Finally, he woke up from nothingness.

it hurts!

There was no place in my body that didn't hurt, inside and out, as if I was being bitten by thousands of ants or being cut by a thousand knives. There also felt like a sharp spike was stirring fiercely in my brain.

The scene in front of Chen Yuan changed from nothingness to darkness. He clenched his teeth, suppressed the pain, opened his eyes, and then froze.

In front of me is an old vertical beam that looks like it is made of elm. Above the beam is a yellow mud roof that is mottled and cracked, and you can vaguely see the leaking thatch.

If you turn your head slightly, you will see a narrow window hole, covered with yellowed hemp paper, which is mostly torn.

The sky outside the window was dim and yellow, as if it was dusk.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he immediately spread out his spiritual sense and activated his true energy.

But the next moment, his expression changed, his consciousness could not leave his body, and his true energy could not leave his dantian!

Chen Yuan quickly looked inward at himself, his body suddenly tensed up.

In the spiritual space, his soul was extremely illusory, as thin as smoke, and seemed to be able to dissipate at any time.

Most of the meridians in the body were broken, and the most important meridians were also torn everywhere. The meridian walls that were tough in the past were as thin as cicada wings, and the true energy could not flow at all.

The originally vigorous and pure blood and essence in the body now only had less than 20% left. His origin was greatly damaged, and he was weak and powerless.

At this moment, he had lost all his strength and was no different from an ordinary person.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a long while, then suddenly he raised his hand and touched his chest. The brocade bag containing the jade pendant disappeared. He was immediately frightened out of his wits and struggled to sit up.

He looked down and found himself sleeping on an earthen bed, which was very similar to the earthen bed he had slept on in Chenjia Village in the past.

The bed was covered with a straw mat. The edges were badly worn and had many broken pieces, but it was wiped clean.

He also changed his clothes into a linen short coat with several patches on it, which had turned white from washing.

His original white robes were neatly folded at the head of the bed, spotless.

He didn't know which Jindan cultivator he got this from a mustard seed ring. It was comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon that could avoid water, fire, wind, and dust, and could extend as desired.

Next to the white robe, the brocade bag containing the jade pendant was opened a little, with half of the jade pendant exposed. It lay quietly in the brocade bag, next to which were several mustard seed rings of Chen Yuan.

A clay bowl with a missing corner was placed aside, half filled with slightly turbid water.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

This was a thatched hut with walls made of yellow mud bricks, with a piece of dry grass stubble occasionally visible. In addition to the earthen bed on which he lay, there was also an unpainted wooden cabinet with the door closed.

There were two bows hanging on the wall, one intact and one with a broken bowstring. At the head of the bed stood an iron spear and a cut bamboo spear, stained with dark red blood, but both were spotless.

A bamboo curtain was hung on the door, and through it one could hear a long, gentle breathing and a chaotic sound, as if someone was packing up.

Chen Yuan's essence was damaged and he was seriously injured, causing his seven orifices to be blocked. His five senses, which were sharp in the past, also became dull, but he could still hear clearly any movement within a few feet.

His heart moved, and he suddenly coughed twice: "Cough cough!"

This family seemed to be from a poor hunter's family. They let him lie on an earthen bed and did not take away his clothes or belongings. They must be kind people.

"Are you awake?"

Following a burst of hurried footsteps, a crisp voice came into Chen Yuan's ears, full of surprise.

Wow.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, and a young woman came in. She came to the earthen bed and looked at Chen Yuan: "Are you feeling better?"

Chen Yuan looked at her intently. The woman was about 29 years old. She had no makeup on her face. Her skin was slightly yellow, and her eyebrows were delicate. Her big eyes blinked gently as she looked Chen Yuan up and down. In addition to concern, there was also a hint of fear.

The girl has black hair, which is casually tied up on her head. The messy hair is scattered, adding a bit of youthfulness.

She was wearing a khaki-colored coarse cloth dress, revealing half of her wheat-colored arms. The rough clothes could not hide her graceful figure. She was wearing cool straw sandals on her feet, revealing a pair of beautiful feet.

Chen Yuan raised his hand with difficulty and bowed: "Thank you very much... Miss, where is this?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two rough stones colliding together, very unpleasant to hear.

The girl seemed startled and drew her hand back slightly, but she felt relieved when she heard Chen Yuan speak politely. She smiled and said, "This is Qingshan Village. You are quite polite. Have a drink of water!"

Her voice is like an oriole, clear and pleasant.

As she spoke, she sat down beside the bed, picked up the earthenware bowl on the bedside table and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to take it, but the girl shook her head: "You don't have the strength, let me feed you."

"Then I'll trouble you, young lady." Chen Yuan put down his hands, with a slightly unnatural expression on his face.

He had never been served like this before.

Seeing that Chen Yuan was very polite, the slight fear in the girl's eyes disappeared and she handed the earthenware bowl to Chen Yuan's mouth.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, took two sips of water, and saw his face at this moment.

Looking at the pale face in the water that looked like a zombie, Chen Yuan finally understood why there was a hint of fear in the girl's eyes.

He had seen too many monks with strange appearances, as well as hideous and terrifying monsters and ferocious beasts. This appearance was very common in his eyes.

But in the eyes of this pretty and innocent girl, they must be no different from monsters.

When facing Chen Yuan with this face, the girl was obviously afraid, but she did not show any disgust at all, which made Chen Yuan feel a little grateful.

He raised his head and forced a smile: "Thank you, young lady. Before I fainted, I remember falling... falling in the forest. But you saved me, young lady?"

The girl put the earthenware bowl aside and shook her head: "I don't have that much ability. It was Dad and my brother who carried you back from the mountains."

Chen Yuan nodded and asked, "May I ask your name, young lady?"

The girl hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I don't have a real name. My parents gave me a nickname, Qinglan. Please wait, I will go and call my parents over."

An inexplicable blush appeared on her cheeks, and she turned and walked out of the house with hurried steps.

After a while, a thick voice came in: "Is that weirdo awake?"

Qinglan's voice then rang out: "Dad, he's not a weirdo, he knows how to be polite, it's just... it's just..."

"He's injured like that but he's still alive. How can he not be a weirdo?"

Wow.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, and a group of people came in one after another and came to Chen Yuan's bed.

The leader was a middle-aged man, skinny, with a weather-beaten face, wearing a linen short coat, with a pair of exposed arms with knotted muscles. Behind him followed Qinglan, and a tall and thin boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was curiously sizing up Chen Yuan.

The last one was a middle-aged woman wearing an apron. There was still water stains on her hands. She wiped them gently on the apron and looked at Chen Yuan with concern.

Chen Yuan supported the bed with his left hand, endured the severe pain, and tried to get out of bed.

Qinglan wanted to come up to help, but the middle-aged man raised his hand to stop her. He stepped forward and held Chen Yuan's arms, saying, "Your injury is not healed yet. Sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan did not force himself to stand up, but sat down and bowed: "Thank you for your help, Excellency. I am honored. May I ask your name?"

The middle-aged man saw Chen Yuan's elegant speech and said with a hint of respect: "Are you a scholar?"

Chen Yuan said: "I have studied for a few years."

The middle-aged man's attitude was more respectful: "My name is Li Dalong, you can just call me Dalong."

Chen Yuan shook his head: "From what Qinglan said, I was saved by you and your son. How can I call you by your name? Uncle Li, thank you very much."

The middle-aged man Li Dalong laughed, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together like a chrysanthemum: "Sir, you are too polite. May I know what your name is?"

"Chen Yuan."

Li Dalong nodded: "So it's Master Chen, why did you become...become like this?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "I went into the mountains to play, but unfortunately I got separated from my followers and was bitten by a poisonous snake. I was poisoned, but fortunately I took the antidote in time. I am fine now. I only need to rest for a few days and I will recover."

Li Dalong breathed a sigh of relief. The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes asked curiously, "What kind of snake is so powerful? Do you remember what that snake looked like?"

Li Dalong frowned and said, "Tiezhu, don't be rude!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand: "It's okay, this is your son?"

Li Dalong said: "My son Li Tiezhu...why don't you pay your respects to Master Chen!"

The young Li Tiezhu looked at Chen Yuan curiously, and imitated him, bowing awkwardly with his fists clasped together: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "No need to be polite. If you two hadn't come to my rescue, I would have been eaten by wild beasts in the mountains... How many days have I been unconscious?"

Li Dalong said, "It's been five days. I don't know what's wrong with the young master, and I can't afford a doctor, so I can only let Qinglan boil some herbs picked from the mountains and give it to the young master to drink. Thank God, the young master finally woke up."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a sharp pain and coughed violently twice.

Li Dalong said quickly: "Young Master, you should take a rest first."

He helped Chen Yuan lie down, and Qinglan came up to help, whispering, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "Thank you, Miss Qinglan, I'm not hungry yet."

After the two laid Chen Yuan flat, Li Dalong glanced at the mustard seed ring and white gown on the bedside, raised his mouth slightly, and said, "If you have anything to do, just tell me."

Chen Yuan nodded, and the four of them left the house.

"Dad, didn't you not want to save Young Master Chen before? Why are you so polite to Young Master Chen now?" Li Tiezhu's puzzled voice reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Li Dalong chuckled and lowered his voice, "What do you know? If you don't save me, that's fine. But since you saved me, you have to treat me with courtesy."

"This Mr. Chen is wearing such luxurious clothes and such a valuable bracelet. How can he not express his gratitude if we save him?"

Another somewhat rough voice sounded: "Boss, why don't you just ask Master Chen for some silver? Those herbs you picked can be sold for a lot of copper coins!"

Li Dalong said in a serious tone, "What are you talking about? Scholars value their reputation the most. If we ask for it directly, we will irritate them."

"You can't bring up this kind of thing. I see that Master Chen is polite and doesn't look down on us hunters. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would be ungrateful. When he recovers from his injury, he should give us some money."

"Dad, we don't want money. We want to ask Master Chen to help us sue the officials in the county and sue that Li Wenjuan!" Li Tiezhu said excitedly.

"This..." Li Dalong's voice became hesitant. "Let's talk about this later. Let's go eat first. Qinglan, serve a bowl of porridge and let it cool down first. After dinner, send it to Master Chen."

"Okay, Dad..."

There was a sound of bamboo curtains swaying, and several people walked out of the outer room, and the sound gradually became lower.

Chen Yuan lay on the bed, listening to the conversation between several people, smiled slightly and shook his head.

This family is so simple and honest. Once he recovers from his injuries, they will give him a life of wealth and prosperity.

In fact, even if Li Dalong and Li Tiezhu didn't come to the rescue, he would be fine.

After Chen Yuan wiped out the blue spots in his body, he flew deeper into Jiuxianzhou, going thousands of miles deep.

The blood escape technique finally failed. He felt that he had completely gotten rid of Patriarch Yuntian, so he dropped his escape light and wanted to find a place to heal his wounds.

But at this moment, all the injuries in Chen Yuan's body suddenly broke out, he fell into a coma, fell from the air, and then lost consciousness until he woke up today.

Now that I think about it, it must have been during the escape that his injuries continued to worsen, and his meridians, soul, essence and blood were all damaged. He had been suppressing it all the time, and finally he could no longer suppress it and forcefully erupted.

For ordinary monks, such serious injuries are extremely troublesome.

The spirit and soul are in better condition and will recover on their own after being nurtured for a period of time.

However, the meridians, essence and blood were damaged and required extremely rare elixirs to recover.

But Chen Yuan was different. He looked calm and just lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.

It was getting dark outside the window and the room was dim.

Wow.

The bamboo curtain swayed, and Qinglan came in holding a clay bowl. She sat down beside the bed and said softly, "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen, have a bowl of porridge."

Chen Yuan sat up and took the earthenware bowl, which was filled with half a bowl of thick rice porridge.

Qinglan said: "You haven't eaten for a few days. You can't eat greasy food. Have a bowl of porridge first. I will stew wild boar meat for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Miss Qinglan." Chen Yuan smiled and slowly drank the bowl of rice porridge.

He had been fasting for many years and had been eating nothing but wind and dew. However, he did not want to shock the world, so he drank the bowl of rice porridge anyway.

Qinglan took the earthenware bowl and blinked her big eyes a few times: "Go to sleep quickly. Call me if you have any problems. I will sleep in the outer room."

Chen Yuan nodded, and Qinglan got up and walked out of the house.

He looked at Qinglan's back and a smile appeared on his face.

In fact, at this moment he could have gotten up and left, finding a place to recuperate on his own, without having to bother disguising himself as a seriously injured mortal.

Although he was weak and unable to mobilize his true energy, his body was still indestructible and even the best spiritual weapons could hardly hurt him. He was not afraid of the wild beasts in the mountains at all.

But Chen Yuan never thought that he was superior to others after becoming an immortal and thus regarded mortals as ants.

He can call Li Dalong, who is much younger than him, "Uncle Li", and will be grateful to Qinglan for her meticulous care for him.

The mortal world is like a prison, all living beings suffer, and mortals are insignificant. Although Chen Yuan has embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, isn’t he also in the mortal world? (End of this chapter)