Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The stalls in the ghost market are half-person-high wooden tables placed on the street. The stall owners sit behind the tables, waiting for passing monks to ask prices.

Behind the stall where Chen Yuan was standing, sat a short male cultivator wearing a yellow shirt and a bamboo hat with a black veil hanging down, which obscured his face. Only a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen.

He restrained his breath, but he could not hide it from Chen Yuan's consciousness, and knew that he was a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan.

Chen Yuan's voice was very low, with a hint of coldness. The stall owner was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Fellow Daoist, are you interested in this feather fan? This treasure is a top-notch one among low-level magic weapons. It can summon a level 6 snow sculpture spirit to help you. It only costs 300 high-quality spirit stones."

Chen Yuan was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out the magic weapon on the table. The stall owner did not stop him. No one dared to act recklessly in the ghost market.

This is a light blue feather fan with seven thick feathers woven together. The blue is transparent to white. A faint shadow of a snow sculpture is printed on the fan, which is very clear and majestic. Its eyes are shining with sharp light, and it seems that they will fly out of the fan at any time.

The stall owner was right. This blue feather fan had a rich spiritual glow and a pure aura. It was a rare fine product among low-level magical weapons, and was on par with the Feiyun Sword that had already been sold by Chen Yuan.

But this was not enough to make Chen Yuan stop. He stopped for another reason. He got this blue feather fan from Ji Laogui and gave it to Jing Shuhan.

He never thought that he would see this magic weapon on a stall in the ghost market.

Chen Yuan's face hidden under the mask was as gloomy as water. His eyelids drooped slightly as he looked at the feather fan in his hand. A cold light flashed in his eyes, which were covered by the intricate gold thread patterns.

"I wonder where you got this magic weapon?" His tone was as calm as before.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you. If you don't want this feather fan, please put it down." The stall owner's voice turned cold, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes under the black veil.

The things in the ghost market are all of unclear origin and difficult to sell, otherwise no one would pay a large sum of spirit stones to the Tianji Gate and rent a stall.

He would not tell anyone the origin of the magic weapon. Who knew if Chen Yuan came here to seek revenge?
Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. I have no other intentions. I just want to know in front of whom I should not show this treasure."

"Fellow Daoist, you only need to tell me which sect's cultivators you got this treasure from. This shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

The stall owner was silent for a while, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes faintly visible under the black veil.

"Daoyou'd better not use this feather fan in front of the monks of Tianji Sect." He lowered his voice.

Chen Yuan's heart sank, but he remained calm and said regretfully, "It turned out to be a magic weapon from my senior sister. If I bought it, it would easily cause trouble. It seems that we are destined to be together."

As he spoke, he gently placed the feather fan back on the table and looked into the stall owner's eyes hidden under the black veil.

The stall owner blinked, his eyes showing confusion, but he immediately restrained all emotions and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, take care."

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left the stall.

He was worried that the stall owner had killed Jing Shuhan and snatched the money from her.

But when he mentioned the word "senior sister", the stall owner did not react at all. It seemed that the previous owner of this magic weapon was not Jing Shuhan.

But, how did this feather fan fall from Jing Shuhan's hands?

Chen Yuan's thoughts were flowing, and his body suddenly turned and walked towards the depths of the Ghost Market.

The deeper you go, the more prosperous the ghost market becomes.

Chen Yuan quickened his pace, walked for a quarter of an hour, and stopped in front of a four-story attic.

The top of this attic is pasted with the "sky" of the ghost market. The whole building is black, the same color as the sky and earth of the ghost market. The street side is illuminated by bright candles on the roadside, while the back is hidden in thick darkness. The three big characters "Tingfeng Tower" are written on the plaque.

The gate of Tingfeng Tower was open, but there was no one inside and it was dark inside.

Chen Yuan stepped in. The first floor was empty with dim oil lamps lit in the four corners. There was only a counter, behind which stood a cultivator wearing a mask of an evil ghost. He did not restrain his aura and had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building.

Seeing Chen Yuan coming in, he said in a deep voice: "Is this Taoist friend here to buy information?"

"I want to buy information about a Jindan cultivator. Can you make the decision?" Chen Yuan said lightly. He no longer concealed his cultivation level, and the pressure of the late Jindan stage slowly dissipated.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's calm voice immediately carried a hint of respect: "Senior, please follow me."

He raised his hand to gesture, then turned and walked towards the stairs. Chen Yuan followed him.

Tingfeng Tower is a place in the Ghost Market that specializes in selling secret information about major sects and families. It is very famous in the Ghost Market. No one knows who is behind it, maybe it is the Zhenhai Sect, maybe it is the Tianji Sect, or maybe it is the Zhengqi League.

In short, it is one of the three major sects, because a lot of the information circulating from Tingfeng Tower are secrets that only the three major sects know.

Only in the Ghost Market can Tingfeng Tower exist.

Chen Yuan followed the foundation-building cultivator, went straight up to the third floor, and came to a quiet room.

A cultivator who was also wearing an evil ghost mask was sitting in the quiet room. His aura was evident, and he had reached the early stage of Jindan.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator stood quietly beside the Jindan cultivator, but Chen Yuan's spiritual sense heard him secretly conveying his message, informing him that there was business coming.

The Jindan cultivator nodded, and the foundation-building cultivator turned around and walked out of the meditation room and closed the door.

"Excuse me, which Jindan cultivator do you want to buy information about?" The Jindan cultivator gestured to Chen Yuan to sit down and went straight to the point.

Chen Yuan lifted his collar and sat opposite the Jindan cultivator, saying calmly, "Greetings, female cultivator from Tianji Sect, Shu Han."

"What is this person's cultivation level?"

"Middle stage of Jindan."

"What kind of information do you need, fellow Daoist? Do you need to know the cultivation method of this person, the magic weapon he uses, his relationship with others, and his recent whereabouts?" "I just need to know his current situation."

"Fifty high-grade spirit stones, a deposit of twenty-five high-grade spirit stones. Regardless of success or failure, the deposit will not be refunded."

The two of them asked and answered each other in an indifferent tone, and soon the matter was settled.

Chen Yuan raised his sleeves and a small pile of spirit stones appeared out of thin air on the table.

The spirit stones on him were almost used up, but he could still take out a mere twenty-five high-quality spirit stones.

He was not worried that the Jindan cultivator would take the money but not do the job. Tingfeng Tower had a very good reputation and could find out everything except a few secrets.

The Jindan cultivator accepted the spirit stone and said calmly, "Please come to Tingfeng Tower at this time tomorrow. I will tell you the news about this person in person."

As soon as the words came out, the door slowly opened.

Chen Yuan nodded, stood up and walked out of the quiet room.

The foundation-building cultivator was waiting outside the door. He led Chen Yuan down to the first floor and sent him out of Tingfeng Tower.

Chen Yuan left the ghost market and returned to the cave he rented. He meditated all night and arrived at Tingfeng Tower on time the next day.

It was a monk wearing a demon mask who led him to the quiet room on the third floor, but it was unknown whether it was the same person from yesterday.

The Jindan cultivator went straight to the point: "I have already found out the news about Jing Shuhan. Please take a look at it."

After saying that, he raised his sleeve and a jade slip appeared out of thin air on the table.

Chen Yuan's heart was slightly lifted. He raised his hand to take the jade slip into his hand and probed his spiritual sense into it.

After a moment, he withdrew his spiritual sense, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes hidden under the golden thread patterns.

Jing Shuhan was safe and sound, and she even stayed in the Tianji Sect and became a true disciple. The death of Ji Laogui did not seem to have any effect on her.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, put away the jade slip, took out the remaining twenty-five spirit stones from the mustard seed ring, placed them on the table, stood up and walked out of the quiet room.

The Jindan cultivator wearing the evil ghost mask put away the spirit stone without saying a word.

After Chen Yuan left Tingfeng Tower, he focused his spiritual awareness on an area ten feet around him and paid special attention to the movements behind him.

The Tianji Sect claimed that it would not interfere in the affairs of the Ghost Market, but this was on the Tianji Island after all, and he was also trying to find out the news about the Tianji Sect monks, so he couldn't help but worry that the Tianji Sect would intervene.

Chen Yuan walked around the ghost market for a few times, and only left after making sure that no one was following him.

There are many entrances and exits to the Ghost Market, and no one knows exactly how many there are. The place where Chen Yuan came out is in a secluded place in the northeast corner of Tianji Island Market.

He walked out of the underground passage. The sun was shining brightly, making him feel warm.

Chen Yuan quickly left this place, walked out of the market, rode on the light of escape, and flew to the south of Tianji Island.

The market town is located in the northern part of Tianji Island. To the south is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles. It is the location of the Tianji Gate. It is very majestic, but is surrounded by clouds and mist, making it difficult for outsiders to see through.

Chen Yuan arrived at the foot of the mountain, dropped his escape light, and walked into a loft with the words "Yingbin Pavilion" written on it.

A young Qi-refining cultivator came forward. Before he could speak, Chen Yuan showed his aura and said calmly, "Take me to see the head of your pavilion."

The female Qi-refining cultivator did not dare to be negligent and led Chen Yuan to a middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator's aura was not obvious, but after Chen Yuan broke through the bottleneck of the late stage, his spiritual awareness increased greatly, and he could see that this person was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the golden mask on Chen Yuan's face and frowned slightly, but Chen Yuan's late Jindan cultivation was clearly revealed. He did not dare to neglect him and bowed his hands in greeting: "I am Mao Yirong, the head of the Welcoming Pavilion. Are you here to visit friends in our sect?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, please ask Brother Mao to give this item to Brother Jing Shuhan of your sect and say that an old friend is visiting."

As he spoke, he took out a wooden box with a soul-sealing talisman on it from the mustard seed ring and handed it to the middle-aged monk.

When the middle-aged cultivator heard Jing Shuhan's name, his expression became much more serious. He took the wooden box with both hands and said seriously, "Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoist. I will send someone to deliver this item to Junior Sister Jing right away."

Chen Yuan bowed and said, "Thank you for your help."

The middle-aged cultivator immediately called over a foundation-building cultivator, and in front of Chen Yuan, handed the wooden box to this person, asking him to deliver it to Jing Shuhan. Then he called over a Qi-refining cultivator and asked Chen Yuan to rest in the courtyard for a while.

Behind the welcoming pavilion, there are several hills dozens of feet high, with beautiful flowers and plants, gurgling springs, and more than a dozen courtyards scattered around, quiet and elegant, specially for the monks who come to visit friends at Tianji Gate to rest and wait.

Although the Tianji Sect is called the Demon Sect, it also has an immortal aura. Compared with the orthodox sects, the only difference is the cultivation method.

Under the guidance of the Qi-refining monk, Chen Yuan came to a courtyard, entered the main hall, and waited patiently.

He came directly to see Jing Shuhan, taking a considerable risk. If Jing Shuhan revealed the truth to Tianji Sect, he would be dead in an instant.

But he knew that Jing Shuhan would not do that.

He didn't know how Jing Shuhan was able to stay safely in the Tianji Sect after attacking Ji Laogui, but if the Tianji Sect knew that she had betrayed her master and destroyed her ancestors, she would surely die.

And more importantly, he believed that Jing Shuhan's feelings for him had not faded. (End of this chapter)