Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Fanyang market.

Chen Yuan lowered his escape light, and the market town was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. It was much more prosperous than when he came here ten years ago.

The priceless jade in the world is spread on the streets in large pieces, spotless. The wood used in the street shops is all the most precious wood. Even the most inconspicuous shop is elegant and exquisite, comparable to the most luxurious garden in the world.

Chen Yuan came to the entrance of the market town, paid a medium-grade spirit stone, received a pass token and ninety low-grade spirit stones from the monk on duty, and walked into the market town.

Several young men whose cultivation was below the third level of Qi Refining immediately surrounded him, vying to be Chen Yuan's guide. Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, and they immediately dispersed to look for the next foreign cultivator.

The market town is not an ordinary bazaar. These young men have low cultivation bases and dare not argue after being rejected, for fear of angering high-level cultivators from outside and causing trouble.

Chen Yuan moved forward with the crowd at a very slow pace. The originally wide streets in the market were now packed with people. There was a row of stalls on both sides of the street, making the already bustling crowd even more crowded.

In half a month, the Fanyang Market Auction will be held. Cultivators from within a thousand miles will gather here to participate in this once-in-a-decade event.

Many monks' treasures were not eligible for auction, so they were sold at street stalls or to shops in the market, further increasing the popularity of Fanyang Market.

Thousands of monks strolled in the market town, searching for their desired treasures, and spent all the spirit stones they had accumulated for ten years or even longer within a few days.

The three medium-sized sects behind Fanyang Market also made a lot of money because of this.

After all, only a few monks have the financial resources to participate in the auction. These low-level Qi-refining monks, although they are poor in wealth, are numerous and are the ones who can truly contribute spirit stones.

It took Chen Yuan nearly half an hour to reach the center of the market. There were fewer cultivators here, but it was still bustling.

The Treasure Pavilion was crowded with cultivators constantly coming in and out. Chen Yuan stepped in and saw the first floor was packed with people, who were selecting magical instruments from the wall.

Chen Yuan frowned, turned around and walked out, went around the back of the Treasure Pavilion, came to the courtyard with the closed door, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the light flowing on the door suddenly paused, and then slowly opened.

A young cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining came out, pointed at a wooden sign hanging on the door, frowned and said, "Sir, if you want to buy a magic weapon, please go to the pavilion. We do not accept outsiders here."

On the wooden sign were written large characters: "This is a restricted area of ​​Baibao Pavilion, no outsiders allowed."

Chen Yuan dispersed his aura and said calmly, "Is Shopkeeper Cheng here? Please inform him that Chen Yuan is here to visit."

Feeling the pressure from the Jindan cultivator, the young cultivator's face turned pale, and his expression immediately became respectful. He bowed deeply and said, "Manager Cheng is receiving guests in the pavilion. Please wait a moment, senior. I will go and report to you."

After saying that, he closed the door and walked quickly towards the Treasure Pavilion.

After the door closed, the light continued to flow and the defensive formation continued to be effective.

Chen Yuan did not stand outside the door waiting, but turned around and walked to the side.

There are also many people setting up stalls here, but the rent for stalls in the center of the market is not low. Most of the stall owners are cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and there are also a few Foundation Establishment cultivators.

They were unwilling to sell their goods to shops in the market, so they rented stalls like ordinary people, and some even shouted loudly to try to attract customers.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and walked past the stalls. His eyes swept over the treasures placed on the ground, and he felt a little disappointed.

He wanted to see if there were any treasures that caught his eye, but the items on these stalls were extremely ordinary and only suitable for low-level monks.

However, the stall owners looked at Chen Yuan with anticipation. They all saw that the cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining was very respectful in front of Chen Yuan. He was at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator and he certainly had no shortage of spirit stones.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan stopped in front of a stall, raised his hand, and took a roll of animal skin in his hand.

The stall owner who was sitting on the ground stood up immediately. He was a middle-aged monk with a full beard. He was taller than Chen Yuan and had a powerful aura. But at this moment, he bowed with a respectful expression.

He only had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining, so he did not dare to be negligent in front of Chen Yuan.

On both sides of the stall, there was a stall. The stall owner also had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining. When they saw Chen Yuan stop, they all showed envy.

Although there are many monks in the market, there are also many stalls. They have been setting up stalls for more than ten days, but they can hardly sell anything.

Chen Yuan shook his hand, and the rolled-up animal skin spread out, about three feet in size, with rough and uneven edges, and a pitch-black color. It looked ordinary, without any demonic aura or spiritual energy, and was no doubt the fur of an ordinary wild beast in the mortal world.

Chen Yuan frowned and looked at it carefully for a while. He then spread out his spiritual sense and scanned the animal skin inch by inch, but found nothing.

But the scent emanating from this roll of animal skin gave him a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After his careful inspection, he still found nothing unusual about the roll of animal skin. There were only two explanations: either it was really an ordinary roll of animal skin, or the secret hidden in this roll of animal skin was so deep that even he could not see it.

But how could a roll of ordinary animal skin be placed on a street stall by a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining?

Chen Yuan looked at the bearded monk and asked, "What is the origin of this animal skin?"

The bearded monk replied respectfully, "Senior, I got this animal skin from a demon cultivator. I don't know where it came from, but I accidentally discovered that it is not afraid of water or fire, and is difficult to be damaged by magic weapons. I want to refine it into a magic weapon for defense."

"But even the earth fire can't damage it at all, so I can only give up. It's useless to keep it in my hand, so I took it out and exchanged it for some spirit stones."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "How much does this thing cost?"

The bearded monk was in hesitation. He didn't know what secrets this roll of animal skin contained, but the man in front of him was at least a foundation-building monk. There must be a reason why he was interested in this roll of animal skin.

Perhaps this roll of animal skin is some kind of treasure, but his cultivation level is too low to see it.

Thinking of this, the bearded monk became greedy. He could not sell this animal skin at a low price. He gritted his teeth and said, "Two thousand, no, three thousand low-grade spirit stones. I will sell this animal skin to you, senior!"

When these words were spoken, the two stall owners next to them were stunned.

Three thousand low-grade spirit stones could already buy an ordinary mid-grade spirit weapon.

If you add some spirit stones, you can even buy a pill of foundation-building pill that Qi-refining cultivators dream of, and change your destiny.

This roll of animal skin looks ordinary, but how dare they offer such a high price?
The two men looked at the bearded monk, their eyes full of sarcasm, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

But to their surprise, Chen Yuan said lightly: "Deal." He raised his sleeves and flicked them. Thirty medium-grade spirit stones appeared in front of him and slowly flew towards the bearded monk, flashing with colorful light.

The bearded monk was overjoyed and took the spirit stone, but he regretted it the moment he received it.

This person agreed to the high price of three thousand low-grade spirit stones so easily. This roll of animal skin might really be a rare treasure. Isn't the price he offered a little low?

But the deal had already been made, and he didn't have the courage to go back on his word in front of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He could only watch Chen Yuan collect the animal skins and turn away.

His face was full of regret, but he still said respectfully: "Senior, take care."

The two stall owners were stunned and stared at Chen Yuan in a daze.

One of them suddenly greeted enthusiastically: "Senior, I also have a roll of animal skin here, which was peeled off from the level 2 monster Wind Chaser Rat. Please take a look!"

Chen Yuan smiled, ignored him, and slowly walked back to the courtyard gate.

He did not see the mystery of this roll of animal skin, but the mere thirty middle-grade spirit stones were just a drop in the bucket for him, so he bought it first. Even if this roll of animal skin was really worthless, there would be no loss.

He stood in front of the courtyard gate and waited for about a quarter of an hour before Cheng Xianmo walked out of the back door of the Treasure Pavilion.

He walked quickly to Chen Yuan, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "A familiar guest is here to visit me. I am really busy, so I am sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said with a smile, "It's okay. I am the one who made Fellow Daoist Cheng wait for so long. I should have come to visit you earlier, but I delayed it until today. I hope you can forgive me."

Cheng Xianmo laughed: "Daoyou, you are too polite. This is not the place to talk. Please follow me."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, the gate to the courtyard opened, and he waved his hand to usher in the two of them, who walked into the courtyard and went straight to the main hall, where they sat down as host and guest.

Cheng Xianmo took out the tea set from the mustard seed ring, filled it with spiritual tea himself, handed it to Chen Yuan, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you here to retrieve those two magic weapons?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Yes, several years ago, I should have come to retrieve the magic weapon, but when I was in seclusion, I didn't know how many years passed, and I was delayed for a few years. After I came out of seclusion, I immediately rushed to the market."

At this point, he took out a thousand high-quality spirit stones from the mustard seed ring and piled them on most of the table. He smiled and said, "I have prepared all the spirit stones. Please have a look, Fellow Daoist Cheng."

Cheng Xianmo swept his spiritual sense and counted the number of spirit stones. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please wait a moment. I will bring the two magic weapons here."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left, walking into the back hall.

Chen Yuan picked up the teacup and sipped it slowly. The aroma of tea filled his nose, and a cool feeling refreshed his heart.

About a quarter of an hour later, Cheng Xianmo walked out of the back hall and sat down opposite Chen Yuan, apologetically saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Our pavilion has strict rules and regulations. All of your magic weapons are locked in the treasury and cannot be moved lightly. The procedure for taking out the treasures is also quite complicated. It took me a lot of effort to get the two magic weapons out."

He raised his sleeves and flicked them, and two magic weapons appeared out of thin air in front of him. They were the repaired Ice Illusion and Yuan Crocodile Armor.

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up, he took the two magic weapons in his hands, spread out his spiritual sense, and examined them carefully.

Cheng Xianmo looked at him with a smile, picked up the teacup and savored it carefully.

After a long time, Chen Yuan raised his head and bowed: "Both magic weapons have been restored to their original state. Binghuan has even improved a lot and its spirituality has greatly increased. The attainments of your pavilion's weapon refining master are truly admirable."

Cheng Xianmo put the spiritual stone into the mustard seed ring and laughed: "Daoyou Chen, you are too kind. This Ice Illusion has only increased its spiritual power a little. If you want it to become a high-level magic weapon, you need the spiritual power of at least twenty bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk. There is still a long way to go, and Daoyou needs to collect spiritual materials."

Chen Yuan asked: "Does your pavilion have any extra thousand-year-old ice silk?"

Cheng Xianmo said: "These five bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk are already the majority of the total stock in the main pavilion. Although there are still a few bundles left, they are needed to deal with emergencies. They will not be sold to the public for the time being, unless Fellow Daoist Chen is willing to buy it at double the price."

Chen Yuan had no choice but to give up. The market price of a bundle of thousand-year-old ice silk was about one hundred high-grade spirit stones, which doubled to two hundred high-grade spirit stones. It was too expensive.

He also needs to collect treasures that can restrain Kun Feng. For the time being, there is no need to upgrade Binghuan to a high-level magic weapon. He will talk about it later.

Chen Yuan put the two magic weapons into his Dantian and asked, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, I came here for another matter. Do you have any treasures that can limit teleportation?"

Cheng Xianmo was startled, then laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you going to deal with a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "I encountered a monster with extraordinary talent. It is not very powerful, but it can teleport. It is very difficult to capture. I came to ask for help from Fellow Daoist Cheng."

Cheng Xianmo was surprised and said, "A monster that can teleport? Daoyou Chen is so lucky."

Chen Yuan smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Cheng Xianmo had no intention of asking further questions, and said, "It's just that treasures that can restrain the art of teleportation are extremely rare, and this pavilion does not have such treasures."

Chen Yuan frowned and asked, "Does your pavilion have a treasure that can burst out with great power in an instant?"

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "This kind of treasure is not in short supply in our pavilion. A few days ago, a fellow Taoist happened to sell us three golden bee stings, which can severely injure a cultivator in the late Jindan stage in an instant. I will get them now."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave, but Chen Yuan raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, Fellow Daoist Cheng. The treasure I need must be able to threaten a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Cheng Xianmo's expression changed slightly, and he sat down again: "Daoyou, do you really want to deal with the Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng has misunderstood. The monster has thick skin and flesh, and it is difficult to be injured by ordinary magic weapons. Only treasures that can threaten Yuanying cultivators can hurt it."

Cheng Xianmo frowned and said, "It's so strange. This monster may be a wild species... But things that can threaten Yuanying cultivators are extremely precious. This pavilion does not have such treasures. Daoist friends should try their luck at the auction in half a month."

Chen Yuan sighed softly: "This is the only way. Thank you for your concern, Brother Cheng. I will take my leave now."

He stood up and bowed. Cheng Xianmo stood up and returned the greeting, saying with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Chen, take care."

At this moment, a young cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining walked into the main hall, quickly came to Cheng Xianmo, and whispered a few words in his ear.

In front of Cheng Xianmo, Chen Yuan did not dare to spread his spiritual sense at will, so he could not hear the young cultivator's voice transmission.

After hearing this, Cheng Xianmo smiled, waved away the young cultivator, and said to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, an old friend of mine is here to visit. As far as I know, he has treasures that can threaten Yuanying cultivators. If you are interested, I can introduce you to one or two." (End of this chapter)