Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chongde Market is the most prosperous place in the city. Chen Yuan found a guide who was in the late stage of Qi Refining and walked around the market. Only then did he have a general understanding of the many shops in the market.

Then he went to the Treasure Pavilion in the center of the market town to visit Cheng Xianmo.

Land is very expensive here, so Baibao Pavilion has only built an elegant three-story building, which even looks a bit small.

But when Chen Yuan stepped through the gate, he keenly felt a sense of emptiness and confusion.

After entering the door, there was indeed a different world inside, covering an area of ​​several acres. This attic clearly had the power of space.

The Baibao Pavilion in Chongde Market is the main pavilion. It not only sells magical weapons and spiritual tools, but also sells talismans, elixirs, spiritual herbs and materials. It has everything, and all of them are top-quality, worthy of the name of Baibao.

The first floor was packed with people, 90% of the customers were foundation-building cultivators, with only a very small number of Qi-refining level ten cultivators coming to buy spiritual weapons, talismans and other items.

There are no magical instruments for sale here, and ordinary Qi-refining cultivators are not qualified to come here at all.

A female Qi-refining cultivator who was there to receive guests came up to greet them. After Chen Yuan revealed his cultivation as a Jindan cultivator, her attitude immediately became respectful. She led him to the third floor, where they met Cheng Xianmo who was sitting in a quiet room.

Cheng Xianmo was quite surprised: "When did Daoyou Chen come to Chongde Market?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "I just arrived today and wanted to visit Fellow Daoist Zhang, but unfortunately Fellow Daoist Zhang is out and has not returned yet, so I can only wait for him in the city."

Cheng Xianmo did not reveal his aura, but Chen Yuan's consciousness was so powerful that he easily saw his cultivation level.

Decades have passed, and Cheng Xianmo's cultivation has not improved much, and he is still a long way from the False Infant Realm.

If one wants to improve his cultivation to the level of false elixir or false infant, one must not only accumulate true essence, but also constantly remove the dross and retain the essence to make the true essence in the body pure enough.

Chen Yuan has refined the blood of the true spirit, so he doesn't have to worry about whether the true essence is pure.

But for ordinary practitioners, this is an extremely time-consuming and arduous process.

Cheng Xianmo said with some regret: "Fellow Daoist Zhang has been traveling for several months, looking for spiritual objects to form infants. He bought a few talismans from me before leaving. I don't know when he will be back."

Afterwards, the two of them started chatting, talking about their respective experiences after the last Fan Yang auction, and exchanged their cultivation experiences. Cheng Xianmo gave Chen Yuan a detailed introduction to the Chongde Market, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

It was not until a female Qi-refining cultivator reported to Cheng Xianmo that a cultivator in the late Jindan stage came to buy a magic weapon that Chen Yuan stood up and said goodbye and left.

After he walked out of the Treasure Pavilion, he followed what Cheng Xianmo had just said and went to several shops that specialized in selling elixirs and spiritual herbs and had an excellent reputation. He spent thirty high-quality spiritual stones and bought more than a dozen recipes for Nascent Soul stage elixirs, ranging from the early to late stages, as well as an illustrated guide to spiritual herbs.

He obtained a total of seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs from Ji Laogui, Qi Lang and Lu Gui, but he could only recognize three of them and did not have the recipe for the elixir.

The recipe for Nascent Soul stage elixir is not valuable. Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are scarce. It is extremely difficult to gather a furnace of elixirs. Many spiritual herbs have become extinct. Even if you know the recipe, you cannot make the elixir.

The Chongde Market is worthy of being the number one market in Renzhou. Its herb atlas is comprehensive and detailed, far surpassing the herb atlas of Yuqinghai.

But the price is quite expensive, requiring ten high-quality spirit stones, which is more expensive than several Nascent Soul stage pill recipes combined.

According to the records in the spiritual herb atlas, Chen Yuan finally identified all seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. Together with the two Qingxuan Xiling flowers he obtained from the Wentian Secret Realm, he now had a total of nine thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

What’s surprising is that three of the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs can make up a furnace of pills, but they are not mid-Nascent Soul stage pills, and are extremely difficult to refine.

Chen Yuan bought all the recipes for pills that used several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs as the main ingredients. As long as he could gather all the eight hundred year-old spiritual herbs and form an infant, he could start refining the pills.

The elixir for the early stage of Nascent Soul contains thousand-year-old spiritual herbs as the main ingredient and eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs as the auxiliary ingredient. It is relatively easy to collect them. Chen Yuan has seen them in the shops selling spiritual herbs and elixirs.

But he lacked high-quality spirit stones now and was not in a hurry to buy them.

The pure spiritual energy of the giant spiritual vein can shorten the time it takes for spiritual herbs to mature by 800 years. Haoran Sect will sell part of it to the outside world. Chongde Market can be said to be the place with the most high-level spiritual herbs in Renzhou.

But the thousand-year-old spiritual herb cannot be ripened even by the giant spiritual vein and can only grow little by little.

There are many Nascent Soul cultivators in the Haoran Sect, but there are too many monks and too little porridge, so they will not sell it to the outside world at all.

Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs only appear at the Chongde auction or the Nascent Soul cultivators' trade fair.

After this walk around, Chen Yuan completely realized how precious the thousand-year-old spiritual herb in his hand was, and he didn't dare to show it at all.

Although there are many Yuanying cultivators in Renzhou, there is no treasure land like Jueling Island. The difficulty of obtaining thousand-year-old spiritual herbs is even higher than that of the Yuqinghai cultivators.

For the next month, Chen Yuan strolled around the market every day. Every few days, he would go to meet Cheng Xianmo, and he did not forget to change his mask and costume frequently to avoid attracting attention.

As the saying goes, fullness cannot last forever. Over the past thirty years, Chen Yuan has either been refining pills in his cave, practicing in seclusion, or refining Kunpeng's true blood. He sits in meditation all day long, and his mind is dull and lonely, which is not conducive to his practice.

Now that he has returned to the world of immortal cultivation, he is among many cultivators. It is bustling with people, but there is no feeling of noise and bustle. Instead, his mood has become much more lively and refreshed, which is in line with the principle of harmony between yin and yang.

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Chen Yuan visited all the prosperous places in Chongde City. He saw many spiritual herbs and materials from Jiuxianzhou, as well as many rare treasures from other states. It broadened his horizons and gained a lot of knowledge.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Monks emphasize traveling in order to find opportunities to break through while comprehending the nature of the world and the mundane affairs of the world.

Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator, and he has also practiced "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit", an unparalleled method that points directly to the great Dao. He possesses the Jade Jade treasure, and he only needs to strengthen his body and refine his true blood to improve his cultivation and break through the bottleneck. He is not troubled by this, but he also loses a lot of experience because of this.

In the past, he only knew to bury his head in hard work and improve his cultivation. He had never been like this before. He had already refined the second kind of true blood and was just waiting to form a fetus. He could relax and no longer have to worry about improving his cultivation.

On this day, he came to the western part of Chongde Market. The shops here were a little shabby compared to other places, and most of the roadside stalls were set up by Qi-refining monks. It was messy and noisy, but it had a vitality that was not found in the bustling places in the market.

It is like the wild grass growing in the cracks of rocks, dry and dull, but tough and tenacious, forming a world of its own.

In the southern part of Chongde City is Chongde Academy, in the eastern part are the three-level cave dwellings of Heaven, Earth and Xuan, where a large number of foundation-building monks and Jindan monks live; in the northern part is Sifang Pavilion and the residence of the monks of Haoran Sect stationed in Chongde City.

Therefore, the markets near these three places are also the most prosperous. Only the western part of Chongde City has the most ordinary yellow-level cave residence, with the rent of only thirty low-grade spirit stones a year. Therefore, it has become a gathering place for Qi-refining monks. It is the most chaotic and the only place where monks set up stalls.

Not all Qi-refining cultivators are willing to cultivate spiritual herbs and mine spiritual stones. There are many people with a firm faith in Taoism who spend a lot of effort to save up a sum of spiritual stones, buy a basic inheritance of talisman-making, alchemy, and refining, and learn the hundreds of arts of cultivation.

Many people failed, but quite a few succeeded. They couldn't afford to buy shops, so they set up stalls on the roadside and sold the talismans, magic tools, and elixirs they made in exchange for spirit stones for cultivation.

At first, these stalls were set up spontaneously and did not need to pay rent to Chongde Market, and the Haoran Sect did not bother to pay attention to them.

However, as more and more monks set up stalls, conflicts increased. Haoran Sect could no longer ignore it, so it set a threshold and charged every monk who set up a stall a monthly rent of ten low-grade spirit stones.

To this day, there are thousands of stalls scattered across the western part of Chongde Market, most of which are run by Qi-refining monks who sell low-level spiritual herbs, talismans, magic tools, and elixirs.

But there are also many down-and-out foundation-building monks who rent stalls to sell various treasures such as monster materials, monster pills, spiritual herbs, spiritual weapons, etc. They have everything.

Over the past half month, Chen Yuan has come here many times to wander around and seen many strange things. He also bought several three-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs from several foundation-building cultivators, which can be used as auxiliary medicines for refining the eighth-level demon Yuan Dan.

He wore a silver mask that covered the upper half of his face, and his favorite white shirt was replaced with an inconspicuous gray gown.

Walking slowly in the middle of the street, Chen Yuan's spiritual sense swept over the things sold at the roadside stalls, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

The chaotic yet orderly scene before him reminded him of the time when he first arrived at Huanyue Market and set up a stall on the street to sell Qi-refining pills.

The top-grade magic weapons and talismans that were once priceless to him were now casually placed on a table on the street. The stall owner, who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining, was loudly soliciting customers, no different from any mortal vendor.

Now he no longer cared about these "treasures" and kept walking forward, looking for something useful to him.

The things that can be seen in these stalls are only useful to foundation-building cultivators at most. If Chen Yuan wants to buy something, he can just find Cheng Xianmo and say a word. There is no need to waste time here.

But wandering among the stalls is a kind of pleasure in itself and a way to adjust your mood.

He walked past hundreds of stalls until the sun set, but still had no results.

Seeing that he would return empty-handed again today, Chen Yuan was not discouraged at all. He still had a smile on his face and looked relaxed.

He turned a corner and had to slow down.

Next to a stall in front, a dozen monks formed a circle, blocking most of the road.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and his spiritual sense extended, seeing the scene in the crowd.

A young Confucian scholar in the early stage of foundation building, holding tightly in his hand a broken stele about a foot long, got into an argument with a middle-aged monk behind a stall.

"The material of this broken stele of mine is extremely hard, even a top-grade spiritual weapon can hardly damage it. It must be a rare mid-grade spiritual material. The price of ten mid-grade spiritual stones is extremely fair. How can I return it?" The middle-aged cultivator sneered with disdain on his face.

The young scholar's face was filled with anger, and he shouted, "I bought this broken stele yesterday, and then I went to a weapon refining shop and asked a weapon refining master to use this broken stele as the main material to refine a defensive spiritual weapon."

"But this piece of broken stele cannot be melted by the true fire of the weapon refining formation, and cannot be used to refine weapons at all. You must return the fifty pieces of middle-grade spirit stones to me today!"

"Fellow Daoist, this is unreasonable. Even the true fire of the weapon refining formation cannot melt it in the slightest. Doesn't this prove that this broken stele is a rare treasure? I sold it to you for only ten spirit stones. In a word, you have made a lot of money." The middle-aged cultivator said lazily, not moved at all.

"The weapon refining master said that this broken stele is extremely hard and does not have any spiritual energy. It cannot be used to refine weapons at all. Even divine consciousness cannot be injected into it. The inscription on the stele is just a scribble. It is useless. You are a profiteer and you must return your money!" The young Confucian scholar was surging with energy and was obviously extremely angry.

The middle-aged cultivator was not afraid at all. Instead, he took a step forward and sneered, "Why, fellow Taoist, do you want to fight?"

"You..." The young scholar's face flushed, and he summoned a flying sword. The spiritual light surged, and it exuded a majestic and righteous spirit, but he did not dare to let it fall.

This middle-aged cultivator is also in the early stage of foundation building. The two have similar cultivation levels. If they were to fight, he might not necessarily have the upper hand.

Moreover, Haoran Sect's control over Chongde City is extremely strict. Fighting among cultivators in the city is strictly prohibited. Violators will be severely punished and will have to pay a large amount of spirit stones as compensation. He did not dare to challenge the rules of Haoran Sect.

The middle-aged monk sneered: "Since you don't dare to do it, you should leave quickly and stop interfering with my business."

The monks who were watching nearby were all talking about it, wondering whether the two would fight, with joking looks on their faces.

The young scholar looked around, managed to calm down, took a deep breath, retracted his flying sword, put the foot-long broken stele into the storage bag, snorted heavily, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged monk bowed to all four directions, smiling broadly: "Fellow Taoists, please leave now."

Then everyone dispersed. The young monk turned around and glared at him fiercely, but said nothing.

He quickly turned a few streets, shook off all the monks who were watching, and finally a trace of frustration appeared on his face.

He heard that there were often cultivators picking up bargains at the stalls in the western part of the market, and that they could buy a mid-grade spiritual material for the price of a few low-grade spiritual stones.

He became interested and was very confident in his vision. After wandering around the western part of the market for several days, he finally picked out this broken stele.

The middle-aged monk demonstrated on the spot that even a top-grade spiritual weapon could not leave any trace on the broken stele.

The young Confucian scholar was extremely excited, thinking that he had picked up a top-notch mid-grade spiritual material. However, he did not expect that he was cheated and lost ten mid-grade spiritual stones in vain.

Ten medium-grade spirit stones, plus five more, can buy an ordinary low-grade spirit weapon. For him, it is not a small amount.

He no longer believed in the idea of ​​finding a bargain, and would rather spend more money to buy spiritual materials from the shops opened by the sects and families than to buy things from the stalls in the western part of the market.

They are all a bunch of profiteers!
The young scholar thought indignantly, walked faster, turned two streets, and came to a secluded place.

"Please stay, fellow Taoist." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in the ears of the young Confucian scholar.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a monk wearing a mask and a gray robe standing behind him. A smile appeared on the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask.

He was puzzled and bowed: "What advice do you have for me, fellow Taoist?"

Even though there was still some anger in his heart, he remained polite.

The masked monk returned the greeting and said with a smile: "I am quite interested in the broken stele in your hand. Please name a price." (End of this chapter)