Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "That's right, I am just a casual cultivator, and I don't have any other friendly sects or families. If I want to form a baby, I can only borrow the Haoran Sect's spiritual vein. I hope that senior will help me. I will be very grateful."

He looked at Chen Yuan carefully for a while, and said slowly: "My friend, your energy is pure and upright, and it can be seen that your true essence is pure and strong. You must have spent a lot of effort to polish it carefully, removing the dross and retaining the essence."

"You are a physical cultivator, and your body is strong. You will naturally have some advantages when you are going through the tribulation, so the chance of forming a fetus is not low."

"But you have offended Yan Tongchun, and Gu Shaowen is not on good terms with me. If I guarantee you again, he will definitely interfere."

"May I ask, Senior, can Elder Gu directly ask the other elders to reject your proposal and not lend the spiritual vein to the younger generation?" Chen Yuan asked.

Mr. Qingliu shook his head slightly: "If you just take out the spirit stone or some other treasure, he might be able to do it."

“But if you are willing to take out the Millennium Thunder Herb, there are only a few of this kind of spiritual herb in our sect, and they cannot be moved lightly. They must be reserved for the alchemy masters, weapon masters, formation masters, etc. who are extremely talented but cannot survive the catastrophe by their own strength.”

"In this case, this thousand-year-old thunder lily is extremely precious, and the elders in the sect will definitely not reject it directly."

"But his cultivation is higher than mine, and his status is also higher. He may be able to persuade the elders to assign you a very difficult task. If you can't complete it, you naturally can't borrow the spiritual vein."

"Then you elders don't want the Millennium Thunder?" Chen Yuan frowned.

Mr. Qingliu said in a deep voice: "The key point is here. If you take out the Millennium Thunder God, no matter whether you can successfully borrow the spiritual vein in the end, you will not be able to keep this Millennium Thunder God."

"Of course, with me as your guarantor, they won't rob you openly. They will take out spirit stones and elixirs and exchange them with you."

"But if you insist on not changing it, even I can't protect you. You should think carefully about whether to take out this thousand-year-old thunder lily."

Chen Yuan looked solemn and bowed, "Thank you for your advice, senior. However, in order to have a chance to form a baby, I am willing to give up this thousand-year-old thunder palm regardless of success or failure."

"And I also have confidence that no matter what tasks the elders assign to me, I will definitely complete them."

Mr. Qingliu smiled and said, "Since you have made up your mind, there is no reason for me to refuse."

"Take out that thousand-year-old thunder lily. I will guarantee this for you. I will ask the elders in the sect to discuss it tomorrow."

Chen Yuan was overjoyed. He took out the wooden box containing the thousand-year-old thunder god without hesitation and presented it to Mr. Qingliu with both hands.

Mr. Qingliu did not open it to check, but just put the wooden box away.

Chen Yuan's expression finally relaxed, and the biggest obstacle to forming a baby finally showed a sign of loosening.

"I heard that you are wanted by the two major sects in Yuqing Sea and the three royal families in Wan Yao Sea. Is that true?" asked Mr. Qingliu.

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "I offended the Tianji Sect's Yuntian Patriarch and the Tianji Sect's Ji Old Ghost on Jueling Island. As for why the three royal families of the Wan Yao Sea wanted me, I don't know."

He was not surprised by this. He had previously told Zhang Wushan about offending the Nascent Soul cultivator. It was common sense that Master Qingliu knew about this.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist warned: "This matter must not be leaked. If Gu Shaowen knew about it, he would definitely make a fuss about it."

Chen Yuan said seriously: "I understand that in Renzhou, apart from you and Brother Zhang, no one else knows that I am from Yuqing Sea."

He was cautious by nature and always claimed to be a monk from Hengzhou.

If Zhang Wushan had not been a disciple of Mr. Qingliu, and he had not urgently needed the Heavenly Thunder Talisman to deal with Kunfeng, he would never have told the truth about this matter.

Mr. Qingliu stroked his beard and smiled: "It's good that you know your limits, my friend. You can go back first. The matter of lending out spiritual veins cannot be decided in a short time. When the result comes out, I will let Wushan inform you."

Chen Yuan stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you for taking care of me. I will be grateful to you."

Zhang Wushan also stood up and bowed: "Master, I will escort Brother Chen out of the sect right away."

Mr. Qingliu nodded slightly, and the two turned and left. After walking out of the willow forest, they rode on the light and flew away from the valley.

Inside the mountain gate of Haoran Sect, the flying speed of the two was not too fast, comparable to that of foundation-building cultivators.

Zhang Wushan comforted him, "Brother Chen, don't worry. As long as the cultivators from other sects borrow the spiritual veins and have the strength of true disciples of our sect, they can usually complete the task. It is no problem for Brother Chen to defeat Yan Tongchun."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words, Brother Zhang. Do you know what tasks those who used to borrow spirit veins to form infants had to complete?"

Zhang Wushan said, "After receiving Brother Chen's request, I inquired within the sect. It was mainly because some of our sect's cultivators were not convenient to come forward, and it involved matters from other states, or it was extremely troublesome and unresolved."

"For example, Master Taikang, who failed to form a fetus six years ago, spent more than twenty years traveling through several states and killed a late Jindan cultivator on our sect's wanted list before he was able to borrow a spiritual vein. Unfortunately, he failed to form a fetus."

Chen Yuan frowned: "In that case, Elder Gu is very likely to assign me this kind of task so that I will retreat when I see the difficulty."

Zhang Wushan nodded: "Yes, this kind of task is extremely difficult and very time-consuming."

"However, whether it is hunting down criminals and rebels or seeking natural treasures, our sect will support you and will not let you look for a needle in a haystack."

"Besides, Brother Chen has a long life span, so it won't matter even if it takes a little longer."

"This is the only way." Chen Yuan's brows relaxed and he regained his composure.

No matter how long it takes, it cannot stop him from having a baby.

He followed Zhang Wushan, passed through the Haoran Sect's majestic protective formation, left the fairyland-like Chongde Mountains, returned to his residence in Chongde City, and waited patiently.

...Yuqing Sea.

In a secluded sea area thousands of miles away from Tianji Island, three figures were suspended above the sky, bathing in the fierce gale, but their bodies did not move at all, as if it was a gentle breeze blowing on their faces.

Two of them were of sturdy and strong build. The leader had a calm expression, and wore a black turban on his head, with his long hair tied up. His clothes were also extremely simple, which was the style that was popular in the world of immortal cultivation thousands of years ago.

Half a step behind this man stood a bald strong man with a rough appearance, a full beard and short, thick eyebrows.

He clenched his fists, frowned, and looked anxious. He was the transformed demon king of the Kunyu clan, Kun Feng's father, Kun Tong.

The person in front of Kun Tong was the patriarch of the Kunyu clan and the only level ten demon king of the Kunyu clan, Kunyang.

The Kunyu clan has a long lifespan, which is ten times that of cultivators of the same level.

Kunyang has lived for more than 8,000 years and is the demon king with the longest lifespan in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, even longer than the patriarchs of the Jiaolong clan and the Golden-winged Eagle clan.

Opposite the two men was a young monk with a handsome appearance and black hair draped over his shoulders.

He was wearing a grey Taoist robe embroidered with hideous skulls of wronged souls stacked densely together. Any low-level cultivator would immediately collapse from the dead if they took one look at them.

The young monk closed his eyes, made a hand gesture with his right hand, and pointed his left hand at a bronze mirror floating in front of him.

This bronze mirror is about one foot in size, and the patterns on the back are extremely rough. The mirror is facing the young monk, and neither Kun Tong nor the other monk can see it.

Above the bronze mirror, there was a black bowl, which was slightly tilted at this moment. An extremely rich blood poured out from the bowl, completely wrapping the bronze mirror and emitting a dazzling blood-red light.

The blood flowing out of the bowl seemed endless. It lasted for seven days and seven nights before it was all poured out.

The young monk suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were pitch black, staring at the bronze mirror.

A powerful pressure suddenly spread out, and all the strong winds within ten thousand feet disappeared.

After a while, the young Taoist's pupils quietly returned to normal, a few strands of silver threads quietly appeared in his black hair, and a few fine wrinkles appeared on his face.

His face didn't change much, but it seemed to have aged in an instant.

He put away the bronze mirror and said weakly, "The person that Fellow Daoist Kun is looking for is named Chen Yuan. His cultivation level should be below the Nascent Soul stage. He should be in Renzhou right now."

Kun Tong's face changed and he looked incredulous.

Kunyang clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, Taoist Tianji."

The young Taoist said calmly: "It's okay, I'm just repaying the favor of Daoist Fellow Kun. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Goodbye."

He bowed, turned around and fled. The powerful pressure emanating from his body suddenly disappeared, and the strong wind within a radius of ten thousand feet began to rage again above the nine heavens.

The young Taoist fled at an extremely fast speed, and soon his figure disappeared into the horizon.

"Chen Yuan, you are so brave!" Kun Tong said gritting his teeth.

Kunyang frowned and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Kun Tong's face became even gloomier, and he immediately told the story of the fight between Kun Feng and Chen Yuan on Jueling Island.

"…The white flame in this person's hand can burn the soul. It is extremely strange. I don't know how, but he has offended the Zhenhai Sect and the Tianji Sect. He is wanted by the two sects, but he has been missing. It turns out that he ran to Renzhou!" Kun Tong's voice was full of hatred.

"White flame..." Kunyang muttered to himself, with a thoughtful look on his face.

He went out traveling ninety years ago, looking for an opportunity to become a god. He just returned to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters a few months ago and still didn't know about Chen Yuan.

Kun Feng clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your help, Chief. I will go to Renzhou now to avenge Feng'er. I beg you to give me the Yin-Yang Ring. I am willing to offer Lengfeng Island to the clan to offset it."

Kunyang frowned and said, "Think carefully, Jiuxianzhou is the world of the human race. If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place."

"Even though Kun Feng has pure blood and is a rare genius in the clan, he is already dead. Why would you take this risk and abandon Lengfeng Island for him?"

Kun Tong gnashed his teeth and said, "I have lived for two thousand years and have only three descendants. Only Feng'er has extraordinary talent."

"I have devoted two hundred years of my efforts to Feng'er. Now that I have lost all of it, I cannot let go of my hatred."

"Only by chopping the man who killed Feng'er into pieces can I vent my hatred!"

Kunyang shook his head slightly: "Forget it, since you are so determined, I will not stop you."

After saying that, a black and white ring appeared out of thin air in his hand. He flicked his finger and the ring flew towards Kun Tong.

"Thank you, patriarch!"

Kun Tong took the ring and put it on his hand immediately. The demonic aura in his body gradually dissipated, and he turned from a transformed demon king into an early Nascent Soul cultivator with a pure aura.

"I don't know when I will be able to return. Kunyi and Kunhai's cultivation is still low, so I ask the clan to take care of them." He clasped his fists and bowed with a sincere expression.

Kunyang nodded slightly, Kuntong smiled with relief, a hint of tenderness appeared on his rough face, and he turned and fled. (End of this chapter)