Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

After the two of them sat down, Zhang Wushan said with a smile: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, Brother Chen. I just returned to the cave today, and a disciple from the sect came to my door with a jade pendant, saying that an old friend came to visit."

"As soon as I saw the jade pendant, I knew it was Brother Chen who had arrived. I came to greet him without stopping for a moment."

Chen Yuan asked with concern, "I heard from Fellow Daoist Cheng that Brother Zhang went out this time to look for a spiritual object to form a baby. I wonder if everything went well?"

Zhang Wushan shook his head. "It is so difficult to find spiritual objects that can form infants. Fellow Daoist Cheng is just flattering me. I am just looking for spiritual medicine to temper the body."

"I got a piece of news earlier that a blood peach tree appeared in a dangerous place in Yuezhou, but when I arrived, the entire blood peach tree had been taken away, so I had to return empty-handed."

Chen Yuan was shocked. The blood peach is an eight hundred year old spiritual fruit. Its medicinal power is as strong and powerful as that of the diamond apricot. It is the most advanced body-tempering spiritual medicine among the eight hundred year old spiritual herbs.

"The blood peach has a strong medicinal power. Can Brother Zhang withstand it?" Chen Yuan couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Wushan said with a smile: "I am not a physical cultivator like Brother Chen. If I just refine the pill and take it, I will naturally not be able to bear it."

"But for Confucian and Taoist monks like us, cultivating a great and righteous spirit has many wonderful uses. Our sect has a method that can use the great and righteous spirit to assist in refining the medicinal power of the blood peach."

“Although this will waste a lot of medicinal power, body-tempering elixirs are hard to find, so I can’t worry about that.”

Chen Yuan showed a look of regret: "Haoran Sect is worthy of being one of the top ten sects, and its foundation is indeed profound."

"It's a pity that the blood peach tree was taken by someone else first. Otherwise, if Brother Zhang could retrieve the blood peach, I could also help Brother Zhang and refine the blood peach into blood pills. Brother Zhang only needs to give me one."

"Brother Chen also knows how to make alchemy?" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Wushan's eyes.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Yes, I am not talented, but I have some accomplishments in alchemy. If Brother Zhang takes back the blood peach and gives it to me to refine, I can't say how much it will cost, but a 60% success rate should not be a difficult task."

"Sixty percent?" Zhang Wushan's face was full of surprise. "Even the most skilled alchemist in our sect wouldn't dare to claim a 60% success rate. Brother Chen, are you serious?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "How dare I lie to you in front of Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Wushan looked Chen Yuan up and down, as if he had just met him for the first day, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

A cultivator's life span is limited, and a large amount of time must be spent on meditation and cultivation.

At other times, it is already very difficult to hone your true essence to a pure and rich level, nourish your magic weapon, cultivate your supernatural powers, or master one of the hundreds of arts of cultivation.

There are very few people who can take both into account.

Chen Yuan is still the most difficult physical cultivator to improve his cultivation. It is extremely rare to have the same cultivation level as him, both of them are in the late Jindan stage.

He was able to hurt the transformed demon king. He was powerful and proficient in alchemy. His attainments even surpassed the alchemy master of Haoran Sect. It sounded incredible.

But since this was said by Chen Yuan himself, Zhang Wushan naturally couldn't question it and could only put the matter aside for the time being, but he was still skeptical in his heart.

Chen Yuan knew that Zhang Wushan would have doubts about this, but he didn't care.

This time he came to Chongde City to ask Zhang Wushan for help, so he had to demonstrate his value and show his attainments in alchemy.

Zhang Wushan suddenly sighed: "If I had known that Brother Chen's alchemy skills were so superb, the Sunlight Lotus I got before would not have been wasted."

"Brother Zhang, have you ever obtained the Yingri Lotus?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

This is also an eight-hundred-year-old body-tempering elixir. Its medicinal power is only slightly inferior to that of the King Kong Apricot, Blood Peach, and Dragon Snake Grass, and is even better than that of the Kunyu Grass and Golden Scale Fruit.

Zhang Wushan showed a look of regret on his face: "Seventeen years ago, I got a Sunlight Reflecting Lotus from Tanzhou and gave it to a familiar alchemy master in our sect to refine. Unfortunately, he had never refined a body-tempering elixir before, and the success rate was only 30%. I wasted a Sunlight Reflecting Lotus in vain!"

Chen Yuan said with regret: "It's a pity that I was in seclusion at that time, otherwise I would have made the elixir for Brother Zhang."

"To be honest, Brother Zhang, I have refined several kinds of body-tempering elixirs before and have some experience. When I refined this elixir, the success rate would not be 60%, but it would not be only 30% either."

Zhang Wushan sighed, "Forget it, this matter has already passed. Bringing it up now will only cause more trouble... Brother Chen has been waiting in Chongde City for several months. It shouldn't be just to reminisce about the past with me, right?"

The two chatted for a long time and finally got to the point.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "I do have something that I need Brother Zhang's help with."

Zhang Wushan said sternly, "Brother Chen, just tell me. As long as I can help, I will never refuse."

Chen Yuan stood up and bowed deeply. "I have been practicing hard in seclusion for thirty years and finally reached the False Infant Realm. I am stuck at the Nascent Soul bottleneck and cannot make any further progress. I beg Brother Zhang to help me and lead me to meet Senior Qingliu so that I can use your sect's spiritual veins to form a Nascent Soul."

Zhang Wushan stood up suddenly, looking stunned: "Brother Chen is going to have a baby?"

Chen Yuan raised his head and said, "Yes, I am a casual cultivator with no relatives or friends in Renzhou. I don't have any spiritual veins to form a baby, so I can only come to Brother Zhang for help."

As he spoke, he slowly released his aura, his Fake Infant cultivation level clearly revealed.

Zhang Wushan was stunned on the spot, and after a while he smiled bitterly and said, "It is indeed the Fake Infant cultivation level. Brother Chen is really a hidden talent."

"It has been more than 30 years since I last parted with Brother Chen. I have just entered the False Infant realm and am still running around for the Infant spirit objects, while Brother Chen is about to reach the Nascent Soul realm. I am really ashamed of myself."

Zhang Wushan was shocked beyond words. As a true disciple of the Haoran Sect, he had an endless supply of spirit stones and elixirs, and a constant supply of resources for cultivation. He focused on his practice and practiced hard for more than 200 years before his cultivation reached the late stage of Jindan. It took him another 30 years to patiently hone his true essence, removing the dross and retaining the essence, before he finally reached the bottleneck of Yuanying.

Even so, he still had no confidence in passing the three tribulations of the Nascent Soul stage, and he searched everywhere for body-tempering elixirs and Nascent Soul-forming spiritual objects that could help him pass the tribulations, but the day of forming a Nascent Soul was still a long way off.

Chen Yuan was just a casual cultivator. At that time, it was most difficult to improve his cultivation. He needed to strengthen his physical body and also focus on alchemy. However, he already had the confidence to survive the catastrophe and form a baby. This was simply a fantasy.

Chen Yuan laughed at himself and said, "Brother Zhang, you are too kind. I am not as good as you. I have no one to rely on and I am short of money. Even if I want to find a spiritual object to form a baby, I can't find it. I might as well take a risk and give it a try."

"Fortunately, I am a physical cultivator. I can't say that my body is very strong, but I still have some hope of surviving the Yin Fire Tribulation. As for the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation and the Heart Demon Tribulation, I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate."

"But the most important thing is the spiritual vein. Without it, there is no way to form a fetus. This is why I have the audacity to come here and beg Brother Zhang to lend a helping hand."

Zhang Wushan laughed: "Brother Chen, don't be modest. You spent a lot of money at the Fanyang auction and even offended Yan Tongchun. If you were short of money, wouldn't Yan Tongchun become a poor ghost?"

"Leave this to me. Brother Chen and I hit it off right away. How can I refuse if Brother Chen asks me to do so?"

"After the last Fanyang auction, I returned to the sect to meet Master and reported the truth about my encounter with you. Master also praised you a lot and should not refuse this."

"But Master is still in seclusion and will not come out for the time being. Brother Chen, please wait for a while in Chongde City. When Master comes out, I will immediately take you to see Master. How do you think?"

Chen Yuan showed gratitude on his face and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Wushan said, "Brother Chen, you are too polite. I owe you a favor for giving me a Qingfeng Bamboo before. Now I finally have the chance to repay you, so of course I can't miss it."

"It's just that the matter of using the spirit vein to form a baby needs to be submitted to the sect for decision, and Master only has the right to make suggestions. If it fails, Brother Chen can't blame me."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, that's not right. I am very grateful to you for making this happen. No matter what happens in the end, I won't have any complaints."

Suddenly, he paused, frowned and said, "There is one more thing I need to tell Brother Zhang in advance. Thirty years ago, I went to attend the baby-birth celebration banquet of Shi Pingshan, the headmaster of Bailu Academy..." Chen Yuan told the whole story of forcing Yan Tongchun to retreat, and said apologetically at the end, "At that time, I had no choice but to borrow the names of Senior Qingliu and Brother Zhang to intimidate Shi Pingshan. I hope Brother Zhang can forgive me."

"After this incident, Yan Tongchun and I have a big grudge. His master, Elder Gu, is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If Senior Qingliu vouches for me, will it offend Elder Gu?"

Looking at Chen Yuan's slightly worried face, Zhang Wushan smiled coldly: "Brother Chen, don't worry. You don't know that my master has always had a grudge against Elder Gu."

"After Elder Gu's cultivation reached a higher level, he suppressed my master several times, and the hatred between us deepened. Even Yan Tongchun has repeatedly troubled me."

"But he is no match for me. I have humiliated him several times. He only dares to rely on the power of Elder Gu to plot some intrigues behind my back, which annoys me a lot."

"Brother Chen beat him so hard that he fled, which also helped me vent my anger. When Master learns about this, he will never blame you."

Chen Yuan finally felt relieved. He finally understood why Zhang Wushan had said that he had a grudge against Yan Tongchun after the Fan Yang auction. When he asked him the reason, he just glossed it over.

This matter involves Mr. Qingliu and Elder Gu, and is an internal matter of the Haoran Sect, so it is naturally inconvenient to tell Chen Yuan.

It was only now that Chen Yuan and Yan Tongchun had become more hostile to each other that Zhang Wushan told him the truth.

Zhang Wushan asked again: "To use our sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus, you need to pay a large amount of spiritual stones or rare treasures. Brother Chen, do you have any preparations?"

Chen Yuan said: "I would like to offer a thousand-year-old thunder lily to your clan. I wonder if it is enough?"

"Brother Chen still has the Millennium Thunderbolt in his hand?" Zhang Wushan was very surprised.

"I have three thousand-year-old thunder cacti in my hand. When I was on Jueling Island, I wanted to present them all to Senior Qingliu, but Senior Qingliu said that two thousand-year-old thunder cacti were enough, and left the last one to me." Chen Yuan explained.

Zhang Wushan smiled and said, "I see. This is exactly what Master does. But Brother Chen, please think carefully. Do you really want to offer the Millennium Thunder Palm?"

"As far as I know, this kind of spiritual herb is almost extinct in the outside world. Only a few of them remain in the spiritual medicine gardens of the ten major sects."

"The Millennium Thunder Palm has the effect of weakening thunder tribulations. Although it has some disadvantages, its value is comparable to that of a three thousand year old spiritual herb. It's a pity that Brother Chen just took it out like this."

Chen Yuan said: "Although the Millennium Thunder Palm is extremely precious, it cannot form a fetus without a spiritual vein. In order to improve my cultivation, I have already used up all the spiritual stones on me. This is the only thing that can be called a treasure, so I have no choice but to give it up."

Zhang Wushan nodded slightly: "Brother Chen is willing to offer the thousand-year-old thunderbolt. As long as Master guarantees you again, the sect should agree to lend the spiritual vein to Brother Chen."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "I will rely on Brother Zhang for this."

Zhang Wushan said with a smile: "Brother Chen, don't worry. As soon as Master comes out of retreat, I will introduce him to you immediately."

He stood up and said goodbye, and Chen Yuan escorted him all the way out of Chongde City until he entered the Haoran Sect's protective formation, and then turned back.

From that day on, Chen Yuan stayed in his residence and did not go anywhere. He even stopped looking for the Qi-refining cultivator who sold the broken stele. He waited patiently for Master Qingliu to summon him.

Over the next three months, Zhang Wushan came to Chongde City twice to visit Chen Yuan, but Qingliu Jushi never came out of retreat.

It was not until more than five months later that Zhang Wushan came to Chongde City for the third time and finally brought good news that Mr. Qingliu had come out of seclusion.

The next day, Chen Yuan followed Zhang Wushan into the gate of Haoran Sect and paid a visit to Mr. Qingliu.

The mountain gate is a strategic location and outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission, let alone the Haoran Sect, one of the ten major sects, which has even stricter guards.

However, Zhang Wushan held the elder token of Qingliu Jushi in his hand, and no one dared to stop him, so the two of them successfully entered the Chongde Mountains.

Looking around, you can see pavilions and palaces everywhere, surrounded by mountains, hidden in dense bamboo forests, standing on dangerous peaks and cliffs, and scattered beside lakes and streams. Some are majestic and grand, some are exquisite and elegant, and some are simple and natural, each with its own charm.

There are majestic peaks thousands of feet high all around, and there are even a few towering peaks three thousand feet high that reach straight into the sky. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the fairy air is ethereal.

There were flashes of light flying back and forth in the sky, and all the monks were wearing Confucian robes. A few white cranes flew by accompanied by a long and pleasant cry. Halfway up a mountain, a group of golden monkeys were wandering in the woods, and a gorgeous tiger was lying below with its eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

Chen Yuan followed Zhang Wushan and flew all the way to a valley, where he descended the light of escape.

There is a lake in the valley, about a hundred acres in size. The water is clear and the waves are blue. There is a small island about an acre in the middle of the lake.

The island is planted with willow trees, with thousands of green ribbons hanging down. When the breeze blows, the willow branches sway in the wind, as if a beautiful woman is dancing, graceful, charming and gentle.

On the shore of the island in the middle of the lake, under a willow tree, an old man was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.

He was wearing a grey gown and a turban on his head. There was a bamboo pole in front of him. He was holding a book in his hand, reading hard with a focused expression. It was Mr. Qingliu.

The two men landed beside the old man, and Zhang Wushan clasped his fists and bowed: "Disciple Zhang Wushan, hello to the master."

Chen Yuan followed suit and bowed: "Junior Chen Yuan, greets Senior Qing Liu."

Qingliu looked up at Chen Yuan and laughed: "My friend, how are you?"

At this moment, the bamboo pole trembled slightly a few times. Mr. Qingliu turned his head, put his hand on the bamboo pole, and lifted it up gently. A fat carp jumped out of the water.

Mr. Qingliu smiled, put away the bamboo pole, and took the carp off the hook.

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank and he was secretly shocked.

This carp is only half a foot long, but its body is covered with golden scales, and it has two dragon-like whiskers. Its eyes are golden and it exudes a strong demonic aura. It is actually a level seven dragon carp.

He had only seen this kind of monster in the illustrated book. It had the blood of a dragon and was extremely powerful. It was not inferior to dragons of the same level.

According to the illustrations, a level seven dragon carp should be ten feet long, powerful enough to overturn rivers and seas, and extremely ferocious. However, in the hands of Mr. Qingliu, this dragon carp seemed to be just an ordinary carp, with playfulness and liveliness revealed in its golden eyes.

"Master is really awesome, he caught another little one!" The dragon carp opened and closed its mouth, and a childish voice of a little girl was heard.

"Haha, don't mess around." Mr. Qingliu stroked the dragon carp twice and threw it back into the lake.

He put the bamboo pole and the scroll into the mustard seed ring, stood up, and said with a smile: "I like to fish by the lake. This is a spirit animal I raised. It loves to play with me. I am sorry to have made a fool of myself."

"Junior dare not." Chen Yuan said respectfully.

Mr. Qingliu walked into the willow forest, and Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan followed him. They walked along a cobblestone path and came to a thatched cottage in the forest.

In front of the thatched cottage, there is a stone table with several stone benches.

Mr. Qingliu sat beside the stone table and said with a smile, "You two can sit down and talk too."

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan then sat down, but their postures were extremely correct.

Qingliu looked at Chen Yuan, stroked his beard and smiled: "My friend, are you here to borrow our sect's spiritual veins to form a baby?" (End of this chapter)