Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The middle-aged scholar fled very quickly, even a little panicked.

Chen Yuan looked at his back, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He really wanted to kill this man, but after weighing the pros and cons, he decided not to do so.

Zhouyang Academy is not even a small sect, but behind it there is another Bailu Academy, whose principal is a cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

Confucian and Taoist practitioners place the greatest emphasis on reading, so the sects in Renzhou are also extremely special. Many sects exist in the form of academies. In addition to disciples who inherit the academy's Taoist tradition, they also allow Confucian and Taoist practitioners to enter the academy to practice.

Confucian and Taoist practitioners need to cultivate a sense of righteousness. In addition to cultivation, they also need an understanding of Confucianism and Taoism. In this regard, low-level practitioners are not necessarily weaker than high-level practitioners.

There are even some great scholars in the mortal world who do not have spiritual roots in their bodies and cannot embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but they have cultivated a pure and rich aura of righteousness. The best among them can even become guests of honor for Nascent Soul cultivators.

If these independent practitioners wanted to enter the academy to practice, they had to have some insights into Confucianism and Taoism, leave behind a volume of their own writings, or annotate the classics of ancient sages.

The classics of the ancient sages were obscure and difficult for low-level cultivators to understand, but the articles written by these low-level cultivators could help them get started easily, making it easier for them to cultivate their noble spirit, and also enriching the academy's library.

These independent cultivators can come and go freely in the academy. Some will spend their entire lives in the academy, similar to guest officials, but with a much lower status. Some will leave the academy and establish their own family sects.

The first principal of Zhouyang Academy, who was also the master of the middle-aged scholar, once practiced in Bailu Academy. Later, after successfully building his foundation, he left Bailu Academy and came to Zhouyang Mountain to establish Zhouyang Academy. It has been one hundred and seventy years since then.

Relying on this relationship, Zhouyang Academy became close to Bailu Academy, and offered annual tributes and received the protection of Bailu Academy.

It was no big deal for Chen Yuan to kill Li Wenqu, who was just a Qi-refining cultivator. But if he had killed the middle-aged scholar, Bailu Academy would have definitely intervened.

Although he was not afraid of the dean of Bailu Academy who was in the late Jindan stage, he would not make enemies with cultivators of the same level.

Moreover, Li Qingshan's home is in Qingshan Village. If he provokes Bailu Academy, even though Chen Yuan is not afraid, it will be a disaster for the Li family.

After the middle-aged scholar fled, Chen Yuan looked down at the beautiful middle-aged woman and said calmly, "Li Wenqu was rude to me and has been killed by me. I ignored you because you are innocent and mortals. But if you have any evil intentions again, I will kill everyone in the Li family!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman trembled all over, and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing like crazy: "I won't dare to do it again, never again..."

The other members of the Li family also knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but there was no response for a long time.

Someone was brave enough to quietly look up, only to find that the monk in white robes in the air had left at some point.

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In the valley, Li Qingshan was holding a Taoist scripture in his hand, chanting in a low voice: "The universe is hard and soft, cooperating and embracing each other, the yang is born and the yin is received, the male and female need each other, it depends on nature, and the essence and energy will be relaxed..."

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Chen Yuan falling from the sky. He quickly stopped and bowed, "Master."

Chen Yuan lifted his collar, sat upright on the bluestone, and said with a smile: "Do you know what this sentence means?"

Li Qingshan shook his head: "I don't know, Master, please enlighten me."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice: "Qian is Yang, so it is upright. Kun is Yin, so it is gentle. The gentleness is like water, and the uprightness is like gold. The hardness and the softness embrace each other, and they are a pair..."

Chen Yuan spoke in a soothing tone, with his voice echoing in the quiet valley.

It was not until the sun set that Chen Yuan stopped talking and said, "That's all for today."

Li Qingshan closed the Taoist scripture, stood up, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my doubts."

Chen Yuan also stood up and said, "Master is going to travel for a few days. You should read the scriptures on your own first. When Master comes back, I will teach you to read."

"Yes." Li Qingshan agreed with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Chen Yuan smiled, and with a flash of light, he flew up into the sky. After finding out the direction, he flew to the west.

After he recovered from his injuries, he still stayed at the Li family, waiting for the monks from Zhouyang Academy to come, so that they would not do anything bad to Li Qingshan.

Now that the middle-aged scholar has been sent away, Zhouyang Academy will not dare to cause trouble to the Li family again, so he can leave with peace of mind.

From Li Wenqu's memory, he had a general understanding of the nearby immortal cultivation world. Three thousand four hundred miles away in the west, there was a market town established by a medium-sized sect. It was the most prosperous town within a few thousand miles nearby.

Chen Yuan's injuries have recovered, but his essence and blood have been severely depleted, and the speed of re-condensation is extremely slow.

In addition to the starlight infusion once every half month, he also needed elixirs that could restore his essence and blood, but he lacked several five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and was unable to start the furnace to refine the elixir.

The Yuanluo Armor and Binghuan, which were severely damaged in Jueling Island, also needed to be repaired by the weapon refining master, so Chen Yuan had to go to the market.

More than two hours later, Chen Yuan arrived at the Jinshan market.

Li Wenqu had only heard of the fame of Jinshan Market but had never been there. Chen Yuan deviated from the direction and was delayed for some time on the road.

It was midnight, the sky was a little cloudy, dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky was pitch black.

But Chen Yuan's eyes were brightly lit. Jinshan Market was located deep in the mountains, with buildings lined up one after another. Even late at night, there were still many monks walking on the streets. Bright lanterns were hung on the roadside, and many shops were still open to welcome customers.

Chen Yuan fell down and when he was still a hundred feet away from the market town, a chill passed through his body, as if he had passed through a curtain of water and felt some resistance.

Chen Yuan's heart moved. This should be the protective formation of Jinshan Market, but it had disappeared.

He landed on the ground, walked into the market, and looked at the shops on both sides of the street.

Immortal cultivators are full of energy and do not need sleep, but they also need time to meditate and practice. There are obviously fewer customers at night than during the day, and most shops are deserted. In this mixed place, Chen Yuan did not dare to spread his spiritual sense at will. There were no guides specifically serving foreign cultivators at night, so he could only walk through the streets to find shops selling spiritual herbs and refining equipment.

Fortunately, Jinshan Market was not too big, and Chen Yuan was fast on his feet, so he walked around the entire Jinshan Market in less than half an hour.

He visited several shops selling spiritual herbs in the market town, and spent more than two hundred high-quality spiritual stones to finally gather enough five hundred-year-old spiritual herbs to refine the elixir for restoring essence and blood.

Ordinary five hundred year old spiritual herbs cannot be sold at this price, but spiritual herbs that can restore essence and blood are more precious. Although they are only auxiliary medicines, when added together, they are almost as valuable as a low-level magic weapon.

In the Yuqing Sea, these spiritual herbs are even more expensive and very rare.

In other words, Jiuxianzhou is so wealthy that everything can be found in one market town.

In Yuqing Sea, only the market towns established by the three major sects can achieve this.

After buying the spiritual herbs, Chen Yuan came to the largest shop selling magic weapons in Jinshan Market.

The shop is called "Baobaoge". It is a three-story building located in the center of Jinshan Market. Although it is late at night, there are still many customers coming in and out.

Chen Yuan stepped in and looked around. There were transparent light shields on the surrounding walls, with magical instruments floating inside.

A young female cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining came forward. She had a pretty face and a bright smile. "What can I do for you, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yuan immediately withdrew his energy and asked, "Is the shopkeeper here?"

The young female cultivator felt the pressure from the Jindan cultivator. Although it was only for a moment, her face turned slightly pale and her whole body trembled.

Her attitude became even more respectful. She bowed and whispered, "Senior, please follow me."

After saying that, she turned and walked upstairs. Chen Yuan followed her and walked up the stairs.

There were much fewer guests on the second floor than on the first. There were only two or three of them, picking out spiritual weapons on the wall, each accompanied by a female Qi-refining cultivator.

When they saw Chen Yuan following the young female cultivator up to the third floor, they all showed awe in their eyes.

Only Jindan cultivators can ascend to the third floor of Baibao Pavilion.

The third floor was very empty, with no magic weapon hanging on the four walls. There was a table in the middle with an incense burner on it, emitting wisps of smoke and a faint fragrance.

A cultivator was sitting behind a desk, holding a book in his hands and reading it very seriously. Only after Chen Yuan and the female cultivator who was practicing Qi Refining came up did he put down the book and look over.

The man was dressed in a grey robe and had an elegant appearance. He appeared to be around forty years old, and his aura was clearly that of an early stage of Dan formation.

The young female cultivator walked quickly to his side, whispered a few words, and then stepped aside.

The middle-aged monk stood up with a smile on his face and bowed: "Daoyou, it is a great honor for our humble pavilion to have you here. Please take a seat."

Chen Yuan came to the desk and sat down on the mat.

The young female cultivator bowed to each of them and turned to leave.

After she walked down the stairs, the middle-aged monk raised his sleeves and a set of tea sets appeared out of thin air on the table. The teapot flew up by itself and was filled with spiritual tea.

The middle-aged cultivator spread out his right hand, motioning Chen Yuan to drink tea, and said with a smile: "Daoyou, please. I am Pei Song, the shopkeeper of Baibao Pavilion. May I ask your name?
Chen Yuan raised the teacup, took two sips, and said calmly, "Chen Yuan."

Pei Song smiled and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Chen. What do you need from me?"

Chen Yuan put down the teacup and said, "I have two magic weapons in my hand, some of which are damaged. I would like to ask you to help repair them."

The smile on Pei Song's face faded a little. The profit from repairing magic weapons was much lower than that from selling them, and it was quite troublesome.

But he naturally would not push the business away, and said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please take out the magic weapon for me to see."

Chen Yuan raised his hand and Binghuan and Yuanluojia appeared out of thin air on the table.

Binghuan remained the same size as before, but Yuanluojia had shrunk a lot, now only three inches in size.

Pei Song's expression changed slightly, and he asked in surprise: "Intermediate level magic weapon?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "That's right, I wonder if your pavilion can repair it?"

Pei Song's expression became much more serious. He spread out his spiritual sense and began to investigate carefully.

After a while, he withdrew his consciousness, with a look of regret on his face: "These two magic weapons are seriously damaged. If Pei is not mistaken, this pair of gloves is made of thousand-year-old ice silk. It will take at least five bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk to restore them to their original state."

"This tortoise shell is made from the back shell of a level 7 tortoise monster, and mixed with this beast monster pill. If you want to repair it, you also need the back shell of a level 7 tortoise monster."

"These two kinds of spiritual materials are very rare, and the requirements for weapon refiners are not low. Our pavilion does not have these two kinds of spiritual materials, and the attainments of weapon refiners are not high enough, so we are unable to help Fellow Daoist Chen."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Chen Yuan's eyes: "Sorry to bother you, fellow Taoist. I'll take my leave."

As he said this, he raised his hand, took the two magic weapons back into his dantian, and was about to stand up and leave.

Pei Song smiled and said, "Wait a minute, Daoist friend. This pavilion cannot repair these two magic weapons. There is no other shop in Jinshan Market that can do it. Daoist friend, why not go to Fanyang Market and have a try!" (End of this chapter)