Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"Brother Zhang?" Yan Tongchun was stunned and frowned, "Are you talking about Senior Brother Zhang Wushan?"

"Not bad." Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

"Do you know Senior Brother Zhang?" Yan Tongchun frowned even more tightly.

"Of course, Brother Zhang and I hit it off right away and we have a deep friendship." Chen Yuan said.

"How ridiculous! How did you, a casual cultivator, get to know Senior Brother Zhang?" Yan Tongchun sneered.

He didn't believe that Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan were friends, but if what Chen Yuan said was false, why did Zhang Wushan stand up for a casual cultivator at the auction?
Although he and Zhang Wushan had some grudges to begin with, it was not like Zhang Wushan's style for him to openly refute him in front of a group of cultivators at the auction.

Chen Yuan said calmly, "Senior Qingliu once saved my life. I happened to have two thousand-year-old thunder lilies in my hand. To thank Senior Qingliu for saving my life, I gave them all to Senior Qingliu. Brother Zhang happened to know about this and met me in Fanyang Market. We had a great conversation and felt like old friends right away."

"Thousand-year-old thunder elixir?" Yan Tongchun's expression changed slightly. "So the thunder elixir from Senior Masters Xinzhai and Chengli was obtained from you?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "That's right."

When everyone heard the words "Thunder Pill", they all looked puzzled.

Although I have never heard of Millennium Thunder Herb, I think it should be a thousand-year-old spiritual herb. But what is this "Thunder Tribulation Pill"? Could it be related to the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation?
Only the man from Shiping Mountain's expression changed slightly, and there was no longer any disgust in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yuan.

He didn't know what the Millennium Thunder Pill was, but he had heard of the Thunder Pill, which could reduce the power of thunder by 30% and was an ancient miracle pill.

He had gone to Haoran Sect before and used the spiritual veins to form a fetus. He heard that two Nascent Soul cultivators, who were almost at the end of their lifespan, took this pill and successfully formed a fetus. Those two newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivators were Xinzhai Sanren and Mr. Chengli!
Suddenly, Yan Tongchun shouted, "No matter how close you are to Senior Brother Zhang, you dared to humiliate Senior Shiping at the baby-birth celebration banquet. Your crime is unforgivable!"

He stood up suddenly, inspiration surging in his body, emitting a mighty and majestic aura, which was the unique righteousness of Confucian and Taoist monks, and he was about to take action.

Seeing this, everyone immediately stood up and moved away, but Shiping Shanren raised his sleeves and a breeze blew past, and the aura emanating from Yan Tongchun instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Yan Tongchun frowned and looked at Shipingshanren: "Senior, why don't you let me capture this beast?"

Shepingshanren changed his cold attitude and looked at Chen Yuan with a kind face. "Don't worry, my friend Yan. I held a celebration banquet to invite fellow Taoists to discuss the mysteries of the Tao. I don't care about the amount of the gift."

"Friend Chen brought out fifty high-grade spirit stones as a gift. Although it cannot be considered a heavy gift, it is not insignificant either. It is certainly not disrespectful or an attempt to humiliate me."

"I appreciate Young Friend Yan's kindness, but today is my baby-birth celebration banquet. If I disturb the fun of fellow Taoists, it would be against my original intention. Let's stop here."

Yan Tongchun's face darkened: "Senior Shiping, are you just going to let this person go?"

His master had a deep conflict with Mr. Qingliu. He originally just wanted to avenge his past grudges, but after learning that Chen Yuan was acquainted with Zhang Wushan and presented Mr. Qingliu with two thousand-year-old thunder lilies, he became more murderous. However, he was stopped by Mr. Shiping, and was very dissatisfied.

Shiping Shanren said with a smile: "Friend Yan is a guest, and friend Chen is also a guest. As the host, I invite the two friends to the banquet. If I let the two fight on Yulu Peak, wouldn't my fellow Taoists laugh at me for not treating my guests well?"

He had a close relationship with Elder Gu, so how could he not know the conflict between Elder Gu and Mr. Qingliu? He naturally knew what Yan Tongchun was thinking.

However, no matter how deep the conflict between the two, or how fierce the internal fighting is, it is an internal matter of the Haoran Sect, and Shipingshan will not get involved.

He has the support of Elder Gu, and if he succeeds in forming a baby, he will naturally be rewarded, but he will not offend Mr. Qingliu for Elder Gu, otherwise the loss will outweigh the gain.

If Yan Tongchun wanted to kill a casual cultivator, Shipingshan would not stop him and would even help him.

But he wanted to kill a casual cultivator who had a close relationship with Zhang Wushan and had presented treasures to Qingliu Jushi, and he did it under his own name, so Shipingshan could not sit idly by.

He secretly sent a message to Yan Tongchun, "My dear friend Yan, today is my Infant Formation Banquet. You must not attack Chen Yuan in front of these Jindan cultivators. After the banquet is over, I will not care what you do."

After hearing this, Yan Tongchun knew that he could not do anything to Chen Yuan. His expression was gloomy and he clasped his fists and bowed: "I am reckless, please forgive me, senior."

He sat down again, and everyone returned to their desks, looking at Chen Yuan from time to time, with surprise in their eyes.

Feng Tiande secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was cautious by nature and did not want to offend others easily, so he did not change his attitude according to the situation and confuse right and wrong because of Yan Tongchun's identity. Otherwise, Chen Yuan would definitely bear a grudge against him.

Chen Yuan also clasped his fists and bowed to Shipingshanren, then sat down again with a calm expression.

After hearing the name Yan Tongchun from the people of Shiping Mountain, he thought of a countermeasure.

The fact that he presented two thousand-year-old thunder trees to Mr. Qingliu was not a big secret. After he said it in public, he was 90% sure that Mr. Shiping would not let Yan Tongchun act recklessly.

Things turned out just as he expected. Mr. Shiping would not offend Mr. Qingliu in public for the sake of Elder Gu at his own baby-birth celebration banquet.

The banquet continued. The middle-stage Jindan cultivators in the second row presented their gifts one by one, followed by the early-stage Jindan cultivators in the third row. The value of the gifts also gradually decreased, in line with their respective cultivation levels.

After all the monks presenting their gifts, Shiping Hermit became solemn and said, "I have been practicing Taoism for more than 400 years, going through hardships and difficulties, reading the scriptures of the ancient sages, and finally succeeded in conjugating a baby."

"My fellow Taoists have come to the banquet today to congratulate me on my infant formation. I have nothing to repay you with, so I will share some of my experiences in forming an infant and overcoming tribulations..."

As he spoke, everyone immediately focused and listened attentively, forgetting the conflict between Chen Yuan and Yan Tongchun.

Chen Yuan and Yan Tongchun also put aside all distractions and kept every word of the Shipingshan man in mind.

Every cultivator who can form a Nascent Soul has his own unique characteristics. The process of breaking the elixir and transforming into a Nascent Soul points directly to the great Dao of heaven and earth. Every word is extremely valuable.

Although Shipingshan will not tell you the key points, just some superficial experience can help people break through many obstacles on the road of cultivation.

For a late Jindan cultivator like Chen Yuan who is preparing to form a Nascent Soul, it would be extremely beneficial to listen to a new Nascent Soul cultivator talk about his experience in forming a Nascent Soul.

Mr. Shiping spoke for a whole day and night before he stopped. Everyone was still not satisfied, but they also knew that Mr. Shiping would not speak anymore, so they all stood up, bowed, and thanked him repeatedly.

After listening to this sermon, the Jindan cultivators present would take care of the disciples of Bailu Academy when they meet them in the future. It would also be much easier for Bailu Academy to expand its sphere of influence.

Led by a group of foundation-building monks, everyone flew away from Yulu Peak and headed towards the sect protection formation.

Chen Yuan had been keeping an eye on Yan Tongchun. After the sermon ended, he stared at Chen Yuan unabashedly with murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Yuan sneered in his heart, showing no fear, and stopped in front of the White Deer Academy's protective formation. Feng Tiande personally sent Chen Yuan away and also noticed Yan Tongchun's gaze.

As he took out his identity jade token, he reminded Chen Yuan in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Yan Tongchun is a true disciple of Haoran Sect. It would be better for you to stay away from him for the time being."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Feng, for your reminder."

Seeing that Chen Yuan obviously didn't listen, Feng Tiande shook his head slightly and didn't know what to say.

He injected his true energy into the jade identity token, and a ray of spiritual light flew out and merged into the wave-like formation. A passage about ten feet in size slowly emerged.

Chen Yuan passed through the passage, and with a flash of light, he flew away.

Hundreds of feet away, another middle-stage Jindan cultivator from the Bailu Academy opened a passage, and Yan Tongchun flew out of the sect protection formation and headed straight for Chen Yuan.

After Chen Yuan left the sect protection formation, he spread out his spiritual sense and saw Yan Tongchun chasing him without any concealment. His escape speed suddenly increased and he flew out of the Weiming Mountains.

"Are you afraid, Brother Chen?" Yan Tongchun's sarcastic voice sounded in Chen Yuan's ears.

Chen Yuan did not answer and continued to fly, but his speed was obviously not as fast as Yan Tongchun's, and the distance between them was slowly narrowing.

After escaping for dozens of miles, Yan Tongchun chased to a hundred feet behind Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan suddenly stopped and turned around.

Yan Tongchun also stopped and sneered: "If you dare to steal my Sky-Suppressing Stone, today will be the day you die!"

He took out a rusty bronze sword, emitting a mighty and majestic aura, and pointed a point. A milky white light flew out from the tip of his finger and poured into the small tripod.

A layer of faint white light attached to the bronze sword, which grew to a length of ten feet, slowly emitting a majestic aura, but it was much thinner than the majestic aura on Yan Tongchun's body. The tip of the sword pointed at Chen Yuan and trembled slightly.

"Kill!" Yan Tongchun pointed at Chen Yuan, and the bronze sword flew out. The sound of fighting on the battlefield rang out in the void, and a tragic atmosphere surged.

Chen Yuan was in a trance, as if he had entered a battlefield. His ears were filled with the sounds of fighting. Thousands of troops were coming towards him like a tide, about to completely submerge him.

With a thought, he activated Zhu Yan's true blood, his black hair turned snow-white, Zhu Yan's true fire appeared in his hands, and the illusion before his eyes disappeared in an instant.

In the face of Zhu Yan's true fire, any spiritual attack is ineffective.

At this time, the bronze sword had already arrived in front of Chen Yuan. He did not dodge, but raised his left hand and grabbed the bronze sword directly.

Yan Tongchun sneered: "Since you are seeking your own death, then I will help you."

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and the white light on the bronze sword rushed to the tip of the sword, emitting a righteous energy far more powerful than before, and chopped it down heavily.

The sounds of swords and horses suddenly became louder. At this moment, the sky was clear and the sun was high in the sky, but the sunlight had dimmed, as if covered by a layer of gray gauze. A murderous aura filled the space between heaven and earth.

clang!
The bronze sword struck Chen Yuan's left hand, making a sound of metal clashing, but it could not move any further. Chen Yuan's body did not move at all, and even his expression did not change at all.

Yan Tongchun's face was full of disbelief, the bronze sword was an ancient Confucian and Taoist magic weapon bestowed by his master, and it was only one step away from becoming a high-level magic weapon.

When the sword is slashed out, it carries with it a terrible murderous aura. Even if it is a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, the lightest thing he will suffer is damage to his soul. A weaker independent cultivator may even die on the spot.

He did not use his natal magic weapon, but the bronze sword, just because he did not want to leave Chen Yuan any chance of survival. However, Chen Yuan took the sword head-on and was not hurt at all, even his soul was not affected at all.

Yan Tongchun gritted his teeth and was about to use another trick, but a murderous look flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes and white flames rose from his hands.

The next moment, Yan Tongchun felt that his soul was wrapped in flames. A sharp pain came over him and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

But he reacted extremely quickly, retreating violently while gathering his righteous energy to try to put out the white flames, but to no avail.

Yan Tongchun was horrified. Righteousness is the most fundamental means for Confucian and Taoist practitioners, but it didn't work at all. What kind of magical power is this white flame?
How could Chen Yuan let Yan Tongchun think of a countermeasure? While activating the Zhu Yan True Fire, he flashed and rushed over.

The two were only a hundred feet apart. He arrived in front of Yan Tongchun in an instant and reached out to grab Yan Tongchun's neck.

Yan Tongchun no longer cared about the white flames. He endured the severe pain of his soul being burned and suppressed the brutal murderous intent that surged from the bottom of his heart. A stone talisman appeared out of thin air in his hand and he crushed it with one hand!
A gray light enveloped Yan Tongchun, and before Chen Yuan could catch him, his figure disappeared out of thin air and appeared a thousand feet away.

The bronze sword in Chen Yuan's left hand also began to tremble violently. A strong murderous aura surged towards Bing Huan, covering it with a layer of faint blood color, and its spiritual light suddenly dimmed.

Chen Yuan frowned, loosened his left hand, and the bronze sword turned into a stream of light and flew back to Yan Tongchun.

Yan Tongchun has mobilized the power of his soul and put out the white flames, but he was still seriously injured. His soul felt more ethereal, his eyes were bloodshot, his head was splitting with pain, and the brutal murderous intent in his heart surged like a tide and lingered for a long time.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed and he continued to rush forward. A trace of fear flashed in Yan Tongchun's eyes. Without saying a word, he summoned a flying boat and turned around to escape.

The flying boat was so fast that Chen Yuan couldn't catch up with it. He stopped and said calmly: "I will spare your life today, but don't act so presumptuous in front of me in the future. Otherwise, even if it means offending Haoran Sect, I will kill you!"

His voice was not loud, but it was a message that reached Yan Tongchun's ears clearly.

The speed of the flying boat did not decrease, and Yan Tongchun did not reply. In a moment, it disappeared into the horizon.

Chen Yuan sneered, turned around and flew away with a flash of light.

Yan Tongchun thought that he was a true disciple of the Haoran Sect and had extraordinary talent. The skills he practiced were also the top secret skills of the Haoran Sect. He was invincible in front of cultivators of the same level, and Chen Yuan would not be his opponent.

But Chen Yuan refined Zhu Yan's true blood, making him the descendant of the true spirit, and being invincible at the same level was a piece of cake.

Only a monster like Kun Feng, who is also a descendant of the True Spirit, can hold his own against him in a battle.

A true disciple of the ten major sects like Yan Tongchun is just a nobody and has to rely on the stone talisman to save his life.

When Chen Yuan refines the true spirit blood in Kunfeng's demon pill and masters the art of teleportation, he will not be able to escape death no matter how many stone talismans he uses! (End of this chapter)