Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he bowed and said, "What a coincidence. I'd like to ask Brother Cheng to introduce me to you. Thank you."

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "This is not entirely a coincidence. My old friend would come to every Fanyang Market Auction. He came a little late this year, but happened to meet Fellow Daoist Chen. Please wait for a moment, I will invite him over right away."

He stood up and walked out of the main hall. After a while, he led a monk in.

After Cheng Xianmo left, Chen Yuan stood there, looking outside the door, waiting for him and his old friend to come in. He saw the face of this cultivator clearly at a glance.

This man was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with an elegant appearance, a short beard under his chin, and a moon-white gown. He walked with a square step and had an extraordinary demeanor.

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, this is my old friend, Daoist Zhang Wushan, a true disciple of Haoran Sect."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is our distinguished guest, Fellow Daoist Chen Yuan, who has spent thousands of high-quality spirit stones to repair his magic weapon."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am honored to meet you."

Zhang Wushan had a look of alienation between his brows and bowed in return: "Fellow Daoist Chen."

The three of them sat down as host and guest. Cheng Xianmo personally filled the two people's cups with spiritual tea and said with a smile, "It is a great honor for our humble pavilion to have you two Daoists here today. However, the auction will start in half a month, so Daoist Zhang is a little late this year."

Zhang Wushan smiled slightly and said, "One of my uncles survived the catastrophe two years ago and formed a Nascent Soul. He just came out of retreat a few days ago and held a banquet to celebrate. He invited all his friends. I followed my master to the banquet and was delayed for a few days."

Cheng Xianmo was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Your sect is indeed one of the ten great sects. If a cultivator from an ordinary sect had a baby, they would definitely invite cultivators from all the other sects to celebrate."

"I heard that eight years ago, your sect had preached in the mortal world for a hundred years. The famous scholar Xinzhai in Renzhou suddenly formed a Nascent Soul when his life was about to end. Now another Jindan cultivator has successfully formed a Nascent Soul. Is he a true disciple of your sect?"

Zhang Wushan smiled proudly: "Fellow Daoist Cheng guessed wrong this time. This uncle is Mr. Chengli, the headmaster of Chongde Academy. He is also a great scholar of the time. His students are all over the world, but his life span is coming to an end."

"This time, Master Chengli has successfully conceived a fetus, which has increased his lifespan by 500 years. He will study Confucianism and Taoism in depth, and write books and theories. This will surely benefit future generations of disciples in our sect!"

Cheng Xianmo was surprised and said, "It is truly a cause for celebration that two great scholars in your clan have successfully conceived a baby."

Chen Yuan's heart moved. The two great scholars who were about to die had successfully conceived a baby one after another. It was hard not to remind him of Mr. Qingliu.

He was about to ask about this, but then he remembered that Cheng Xianmo was beside him, so he closed his mouth, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Cheng Xianmo and Zhang Wushan chatted for a few more sentences before getting to the point: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Chen came here this time, in addition to taking back the two repaired magic weapons, he also wants to buy a treasure that can instantly burst out with great power."

"This kind of treasure is extremely rare, and our pavilion does not have any in stock. I just happened to be visiting you, and I wonder if the Heavenly Thunder Talisman in your hand is still there?"

Zhang Wushan turned to look at Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen wants the Heavenly Thunder Talisman in Zhang's hand?"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded slightly: "That's right, I wonder if Brother Zhang can give it up?"

The treasure in Zhang Wushan's hand turned out to be the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, which was also the thing Jing Shuhan used to plot against Ji Laogui.

Zhang Wushan glanced at Cheng Xianmo with a half-smile in his eyes: "It seems that Manager Cheng did not explain clearly to Daoist Fellow Chen that I want to exchange this Heavenly Thunder Talisman for a thousand-year-old thunder calamus. Can Daoist Fellow take it out?"

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment: "Thousand-year-old thunder?"

Zhang Wushan was a little surprised: "Yes, fellow Taoist, have you heard of the name of this thing?"

Before Chen Yuan could answer, Cheng Xianmo frowned and said, "Daoyou Zhang, the Millennium Thunder Palm is an ancient spiritual medicine that has been extinct for many years. Even if it still exists in the world, it cannot be exchanged for a Heavenly Thunder Talisman."

Zhang Wushan shook his head and said, "That's wrong. The Heavenly Thunder Talisman in my hand was drawn by attracting thunder, and it has great power."

“Even a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage at his peak strength would be seriously injured by this attack. Although it’s a bit of a stretch to exchange it for a thousand-year-old thunderbolt, it’s not a bad idea.”

Cheng Xianmo frowned even more tightly: "The Heavenly Thunder Talisman can only exert its full power in the hands of a Thunder Daoist cultivator. Why are you so stubborn, fellow Daoist?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen is wealthy and has no shortage of spiritual stones and treasures. Why don't you try another treasure? Maybe Fellow Daoist Chen can give it to you."

Zhang Wushan said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, there is no need to persuade me anymore. To be honest, I no longer need the Thousand-Year Thunderbolt. Even if Fellow Daoist Chen takes this out, I will not exchange it. Other treasures will not even enter my eyes."

Cheng Xianmo was stunned, turned to look at Chen Yuan, and said apologetically: "Fellow Daoist Chen..."

"Thank you, Brother Daoist Cheng, for your help. Since Brother Daoist Zhang is unwilling to take action, how can I force him?" He was interrupted by Chen Yuan before he could finish his words.

Chen Yuan stood up and bowed, "My two Taoist friends, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out. Cheng Xianmo shook his head and stood up as well: "Wait a minute, Mr. Chen Daoyou. I'll give you a ride."

Zhang Wushan remained as steady as a rock. He just nodded and said calmly, "Take care, Mr. Chen."

Cheng Xianmo escorted Chen Yuan out of the courtyard, apologetically saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhang was born in the Haoran Sect, and there are many people around him who are trying to curry favor with him. It is inevitable that he is a little arrogant. I hope that fellow Daoist Chen will not mind."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "It's okay, Brother Cheng, please stay. I will come to visit you again when I have time in the future." Cheng Xianmo said: "Brother Chen, take care. I will keep an eye out for the treasures you need."

Chen Yuan walked out of the courtyard, but did not go far. He stopped at the corner of the street, stood by the road, and stared at the gate of the courtyard.

He waited for a full hour. As the sky gradually darkened and the number of monks walking on the street gradually decreased, the gate of the courtyard finally slowly opened.

Cheng Xianmo personally escorted Zhang Wushan out. After the two said goodbye, Zhang Wushan walked to the other side.

Chen Yuan followed him. They were several feet apart, and Zhang Wushan obviously did not disperse his spiritual sense, so he did not notice Chen Yuan.

The same is true for Chen Yuan. There are many people in the market town, and if someone spreads his spiritual sense to spy on others' actions, he will surely arouse public anger.

The auction was about to be held, and thousands of cultivators gathered in Fanyang Market, including many Jindan cultivators. Except for Yuanying cultivators, no one dared to spread their spiritual awareness at will.

Chen Yuan followed Zhang Wushan all the way to the northwest corner of Fanyang City. There were several mountains hundreds of feet high, with pavilions and towers built specifically for the residence of foreign monks.

Chen Yuan watched Zhang Wushan enter a three-story building with a plaque that read "Xianju Pavilion". He soon walked out, came to the foot of a mountain, and climbed up the stairs.

There were few pedestrians on the mountain road. Chen Yuan followed closely and watched Zhang Wushan walk into an exquisite and elegant two-story courtyard.

He waited for a while, came to the front of the courtyard, knocked on the door that was shining, and said loudly: "Is Daoist Zhang here? Chen Yuan is here to visit."

A moment later, the door burst open and Zhang Wushan stood in the courtyard, staring coldly at Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you following Zhang?"

The cold gaze pierced his face like two sharp swords, but Chen Yuan didn't care at all. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, won't you invite me in to sit for a while?"

Zhang Wushan narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you are here just for the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, please go back!"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "The Heavenly Thunder Talisman is only one of them. There is another important matter that I want to tell you, fellow Taoist."

Zhang Wushan was silent for a moment, then turned his body to one side and said, "If you can't explain it, I will never give up!"

Chen Yuan walked into the courtyard and went straight into the main hall. The two of them sat down. Zhang Wushan was still staring at Chen Yuan with murderous intent in his eyes. The pressure of the late Jindan stage filled the room.

Chen Yuan had no doubt that he would take action immediately if there was any disagreement.

But there was no fear on his face, and he smiled and said, "If I am not mistaken, Daoist Fellow Zhang wanted to exchange the Heavenly Thunder Talisman for the Millennium Thunder Pill. He probably wanted to refine the Tribulation Thunder Pill and let your two uncles form infants, right?"

Zhang Wushan said coldly: "Not bad."

Chen Yuan said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang no longer needs the Millennium Thunder Pill. Your two uncles should have already taken the Tribulation Thunder Pill."

Zhang Wushan's eyes became colder and colder: "Did Daoyou Chen follow Zhang just to say this nonsense?"

Chen Yuan continued, "Then I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhang knows that the thousand-year-old thunderbolt used to refine these two Tribulation Thunder Pills was brought back from overseas by your sect's elder, Lay Buddhist Qingliu?"

Zhang Wushan was startled, and the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared without a trace: "How do you know this?"

Chen Yuan was quite surprised: "Fellow Daoist Zhang also knows about this?"

Zhang Wushan looked at Chen Yuan suspiciously: "Of course, Qingliu is Zhang's master. How could I not know this? How did Fellow Daoist Chen know this?"

Chen Yuan was stunned. He had seen that Zhang Wushan had a close relationship with the two Haoran Sect monks who were about to die, and should also have a good relationship with Qingliu Lay Buddhist. He wanted to use his relationship with Qingliu Lay Buddhist to ask for the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, but he didn't expect that Zhang Wushan was actually Qingliu Lay Buddhist's disciple.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed, saying solemnly, "So Daoist Fellow Zhang is Senior Qingliu's disciple. I am so disrespectful."

"To be honest, Senior Qingliu once saved my life overseas."

"I presented those two thousand-year-old thunder lilies to Senior Qingliu in order to repay him for saving my life."

Zhang Wushan was stunned for a moment, and looked Chen Yuan up and down, his face full of surprise: "Fellow Daoist Chen is the male concubine who was almost captured by the Golden Feathered Eagle Demon King?"

Chen Yuan was stunned and asked, "Did Fellow Daoist Zhang also hear about this?"

Zhang Wushan laughed, "After returning from Yuqing Sea, Master mentioned this matter, saying that the two thousand-year-old thunder lilies were given by an unlucky friend, but he did not mention Daoist Chen's name. Daoist Chen almost had the chance to spend the night with the demon king, but he missed such a great opportunity. It's a pity."

Chen Yuan looked very embarrassed: "Fellow Daoist, please stop joking. I almost fell into the tiger's mouth. Thanks to Senior Qingliu's rescue, I was able to save my life."

Zhang Wushan put away his smile, clasped his fists and bowed: "The Thunder Palm given by Daoist Chen helped my two uncles to survive the thunder tribulation and successfully form a baby. I am very grateful. If Daoist Chen had told me about this earlier, it would not be a big deal if I gave it to you."

Chen Yuan sighed softly, "To be honest, I have provoked a powerful enemy in Yuqing Sea, and I dare not easily reveal my identity in front of outsiders. If I hadn't seen that Zhang Daoyou is a disciple of Haoran Sect and has a close relationship with those two great scholars, I would not dare to tell the truth."

Zhang Wushan was surprised and said: "With the strength of Fellow Daoist Chen who was able to injure the Golden Feathered Eagle Demon King, who could make Fellow Daoist so afraid?" (End of this chapter)