Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Feng Yongyan saw Li Qingshan summoning his flying sword and sneered, "What, fellow Daoist, do you really want to fight me?"

He glanced at the flying sword in front of Li Qingshan with contempt, not taking him seriously at all.

Li Qingshan's flying sword was green all over, very plain, just like the long sword used by mortal warriors. Under the sunlight, it reflected a cold light.

The flying sword looks extraordinary, but judging from its spirit, it is just a low-grade spiritual weapon, dull and lifeless. It does not look like a spiritual weapon used by cultivators at all, let alone any additional magical powers such as fire, ice, wind, blades, and lightning.

Feng Yongyan has a very broad vision. Inferior-grade spiritual weapons are like dirt, and mid-grade spiritual weapons are barely worth a look. Only high-grade and top-grade spiritual weapons are worth his attention. He has even seen more than one magic weapon.

Because he is not only a disciple of Bailu Academy, but also has a father who serves as the academy's dean.

The regulations of Bailu Academy were the same as those of mortal academies, with a dean as the head and three supervisors under him, all of whom were Jindan cultivators and their status was second only to the dean.

Under the dean are seniors and lecturers, who are foundation-building monks with in-depth knowledge of Confucianism and Taoism, and are responsible for teaching Confucian and Taoist classics to the Qi-refining disciples.

As for Feng Yongyan, although he is also a foundation-building cultivator, his cultivation is purely based on the accumulation of elixirs. He is not qualified to be a senior student or a lecturer, and can only be a hall recorder.

In the mortal academies, the hall recorder is responsible for recording the teaching situation of the seniors and lecturers, which is a form of supervision for both.

However, all the students in Bailu Academy are cultivators, so the hall registrar naturally cannot supervise the seniors who are more proficient in Confucianism and Taoism than himself, and lecture. Although he is called hall registrar, he is actually a deacon in charge of handling miscellaneous affairs.

Only cultivators who are not well versed in Confucianism and Taoism, lack potential, and have no hope of improving their cultivation will take on this position, and most of them are cultivators in the early stages of foundation building.

Feng Yongyan was the only exception. He clearly had not mastered Confucianism and Taoism in depth, but with the help of the magic medicine given by his father, the abbot, he managed to break through the bottleneck of the mid-term stage and became the only mid-term student in Bailu Academy.

This situation was naturally extremely embarrassing for Feng Yongyan, who had been a playboy and tyrant since childhood.

Although he did not care about improving his cultivation or the path to immortality, and only wanted to have fun and party every night, he did not want to be an outlier in the academy and be talked about behind his back.

He never told others that he was a hall recorder, he only said that he was a disciple of Bailu Academy.

Thanks to his father, the dean, and a great event happening at Bailu Academy, Feng Yongyan finally got a chance. As long as he could obtain a third-level demon pill in the Qingkang Mountains, he could make an exception and become a lecturer.

The position of senior must be held by a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and must have a deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism. They must be people who have the potential to form an elixir, and there are only a few of them in Bailu Academy.

To give lectures, one only needs to be in the initial stage of foundation building. If Feng Yongyan wasn't so disappointing, he wouldn't have been limited to being a hall recorder with the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building.

A third-level demon pill is nothing to Feng Yongyan. It is just a matter of a few mid-grade spirit stones. Not to mention one, even three, five, or ten are no problem at all.

Who made him have a father who is an abbot?

But there is not only one abbot of Bailu Academy. Feng Yongyan’s father, the abbot, also has his own enemies.

He had already spent a lot of effort to get this opportunity for Feng Yongyan, and had to add a restriction - Feng Yongyan must hunt down a third-level monster from the Qingkang Mountains within seven days and obtain a monster pill before he can become a storyteller.

Moreover, before entering the Qingkang Mountains, his storage bag was checked and he was not allowed to carry any demon pills.

He also carries a talisman on his body, which prohibits him from leaving the Qingkang Mountains, otherwise he will be judged as a failure.

The enemy of Feng Yongyan's father, the dean of the temple, wanted Feng Yongyan to continue to serve as a hall recorder with his cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, so that he would continue to be a laughing stock and destroy the prestige of his father, the dean of the temple.

Feng Yongyan could only enter the Qingkang Mountains with the positioning talisman and the storage bag that had been searched.

He couldn't even ask his fellow disciples in the academy to send him demon pills. This talisman had been enshrined in the Yuanming Hall of the Bailu Academy for one night and had become contaminated with the aura of his natal Yuan lamp. As long as the cultivators of the Bailu Academy approached, they would be sensed.

Feng Yongyan has been riding on the light of escape, flying around like a headless fly in the Qingkang Mountains for five days. Today is the sixth day.

He only knew how to seek pleasure, and his favorite thing was to play with female cultivators. He had never hunted monsters and had never even read the most basic monster illustrations, so how could he look for traces of monsters?

The monsters in the Qingkang Mountains are often hunted by monks. Those that survive are more cunning than each other and are very good at hiding. It is impossible for Feng Yongyan to find them in these vast mountains.

But perhaps it was God's blessing that he met Li Qingshan, who had just killed a tiger monster.

Feng Yongyan was overjoyed and lowered his light of escape.

Although he was a playboy, he was not stupid. He asked about Li Qingshan's background first to avoid provoking someone he could not afford to offend.

When he heard that Li Qingshan was a casual cultivator and was only at the initial stage of foundation building, he immediately became arrogant and prepared to snatch the demon pill.

A casual cultivator in the early stage of foundation building still needs to hunt monsters in the Qingkang Mountains. He is the lowest level among the foundation building cultivators. What is there to be afraid of?

Feng Yongyan casually flicked his storage bag, took out a goat-hair brush and threw it out.

He didn't use any defensive spiritual weapon. Was it necessary for him to defend himself against an early stage cultivator?
Feng Yongyan has almost never fought with other cultivators, and he doesn't need to fight with other cultivators as he has a constant supply of resources for cultivation.

But he was still very confident that he could kill the ignorant cultivator in front of him with just a little trick.

There are many Confucian and Taoist monks in Renzhou, and there are also many monks who use brushes as spiritual weapons. Just like Ningzhou, where Cangjian Palace, one of the top ten sects, is located, flying swords are everywhere.

This sheep-hair brush has a brilliant glow and is a top-grade spiritual weapon, far superior to the low-grade flying sword in Li Qingshan's hand.

But this inferior-grade flying sword is in the hands of a sword cultivator.

Li Qingshan raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted: "Split!" The flying sword split into three sword shadows, a total of four streams of light, which shot out and slashed towards Feng Yongyan on the opposite side!

Facing an opponent in the middle stage of foundation building, Li Qingshan gave it his all from the start. The top-grade goat-hair brush that Feng Yongyan brought out made him extremely alert.

Although this person is extremely arrogant, his cultivation is not low, and the spiritual weapon in his hand is extraordinary. He must be a formidable opponent.

The two men were only ten feet apart. The flying swords were extremely fast, and the four flying swords arrived in front of Feng Yongyan in the blink of an eye.

The sheep-hair brush is indeed a top-grade spiritual weapon. It is full of spirituality and protected its master on its own, blocking a flying sword.

But the other three flying swords circled around and pierced Feng Yongyan with force like thunder.

Feng Yongyan didn't react at all, he just stared blankly at the flying sword.

But at the moment when the flying sword pierced him, a jade pendant on his waist flashed, and a white light shield wrapped him tightly, blocking the three flying swords.

Ding Ding Ding!
Three crisp sounds were heard, the white light shield was intact, and the four flying swords flew back.

Feng Yongyan suddenly woke up: "The art of splitting light into shadows? You are a sword cultivator!"

There was no longer any contempt in his eyes when he looked at Li Qingshan.

A swordsman in the early stage of foundation building is still a swordsman, and one who can separate into three sword shadows. How could he be his opponent?
Feng Yongyan's hair stood on end and cold sweat ran down his body. If it weren't for the treasure given to him by his father, the abbot, he would have been dead by now.

Li Qingshan was shocked to see his flying sword was blocked. As he expected, this person had such a powerful protective treasure that easily blocked his flying sword. He was really not easy to deal with.

He looked solemn, pointed at one spot, and shouted, "Behead!"

Four flying swords shot out again. Li Qingshan had just started to build his foundation, so his cultivation was too low. He only knew the sword skill of splitting light and transforming it into shadow, which was also his strongest means.

The only way now is to break this circular light shield with continuous attacks.

There was only 50% of his true energy left in his body. Using his cultivation level at the initial stage of foundation building, he was able to separate three sword shadows, which consumed a lot of his true energy. He could only hold on for a hundred breaths at most. If he failed to break through the circular light shield, he would be the one to die.

Li Qingshan didn't even think about escaping. He didn't have much true energy to begin with, and his cultivation was one level lower than Feng Yongyan's. This man had endless treasures in his hands, so he should not be short of flying boats. It would be easy to catch up with him.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sheep-hair brush wanted to protect its master, but was circumvented by the flying swords. Four flying swords slashed at the circular light shield, and the clear and pleasant sounds merged into one, just like the guqin that Feng Yongyan had heard in a brothel in the mortal world.

Feng Yongyan shuddered all over. Although the circular light shield blocked the flying swords, the four flying swords were only a few inches away from him. For the first time, he realized what the four words "body die and the Tao disappear" meant.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Another pleasant piano piece sounded. Feng Yongyan looked at Li Qingshan in horror, raised his hand to take back the brush, turned around and ran away.

Li Qingshan was stunned.

He was unable to shake the circular light shield at all. Feng Yongyan was almost invincible. As long as he waited until his true energy was exhausted, he would win naturally.

But he actually fled in panic.

But after Feng Yongyan escaped for dozens of feet, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked over.

Li Qingshan's heart sank, it seemed that he had no way to escape today.

But he would never allow himself to be slaughtered, and with a point, four flying swords attacked again.

As long as his true energy is not exhausted, he will not give up!
Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Feng Yongyan's heart trembled when he heard the sound of metal clashing, which sounded like a death warrant. He flicked the storage bag with his right hand, and a thin light pink incense stick appeared in his hand.

He looked at Li Qingshan with resentment, cast a fireball spell with his left hand, and lit the incense.

A wisp of light pink smoke rose up and slowly dissipated into the air.

Li Qingshan didn't understand what was going on, but he immediately looked inside his body, scanning his body inch by inch with his spiritual sense to prevent Feng Yongyan from doing anything hidden.

But after he checked carefully, everything was fine and the thin incense seemed to be of no use.

Li Qingshan withdrew his spiritual sense, still with some doubts in his heart, but now was not the time to be distracted. He had to break through the circular light shield before his true energy was exhausted.

He continued to control the flying sword to attack, but Feng Yongyan put away the light pink fragrance, took one last look at Li Qingshan, and turned away.

Li Qingshan was startled, then he retracted his flying sword and turned around to fly out of the valley.

Feng Yongyan's behavior was strange and confusing, but since he retreated when he had a great advantage, Li Qingshan naturally fled immediately to prevent him from coming to his senses and returning to fight again.

He was not going to hunt monsters anymore. The monster core and materials of a third-level tiger monster could be exchanged for a bottle of early foundation-building pills, which would allow him to practice for a period of time. (End of this chapter)