Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

On the second day after the meeting of the elders of Haoran Sect, Chen Yuan followed Zhang Wushan and entered the Chongde Mountains again. They came to the island in the middle of the lake and met Qingliu Jushi in front of the thatched cottage.

Chen Yuan bowed deeply: "Junior Chen Yuan, greetings to the senior."

"Disciple greets Master." Zhang Wushan also bowed.

Mr. Qingliu said with a pleasant face: "Sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan sat down properly. Mr. Qingliu picked up the teapot on the stone table and personally poured a cup of spiritual tea for Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan stood up hurriedly: "Senior, please forgive me for embarrassing me..."

"It's okay, take a seat." Mr. Qingliu handed over the teacup.

Chen Yuan bent down, took it with both hands, drank it all in one gulp, and then sat down again.

Mr. Qingliu put down the teapot and said, "You should have known the mission assigned to you by the sect, right?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Brother Zhang has already told me everything on the way here."

There was a trace of apology in the eyes of Qingliu Jushi: "I wanted to get a mission for you to hunt down the traitors. Although it is a bit troublesome, it will only take a little more time for me to provide you with information.

"Those late Jindan cultivators are no match for you, so the risk is not great."

"But Elder Gu was very clever. He asked you to help the Yuan family and passed the hot potato of the spirit stone mine to you. The elders all agreed with this. I can't do anything about it. I hope you can understand."

Chen Yuan said: "Senior, you can argue for me, I am very grateful."

Qing Liu Jushi sighed and said, "This mission has failed. You will have to wait another thirty years to borrow the spirit vein to form a baby."

"Fortunately, this fight is only for the fight for the spirit stone mine, so there is no danger to life."

"The thousand-year-old thunder lily will definitely not be returned to you, but I will not let you suffer any loss. If you need any treasure, just tell me. I will do my best to get it for you."

Zhang Wushan couldn't help but interject, "Master, Yan Tongchun is no match for Brother Chen, so what if he is a true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace? Brother Chen may not have no chance of winning."

Qingliu Lay Buddhist said, "You have never been to Ningzhou, so you don't know the benefits of the monks in Cangjian Palace."

"There are differences between sword cultivators. The Cangjian Palace cultivator is the most powerful sword cultivator in Jiuxianzhou. Yan Tongchun is far inferior to him."

"This time, two true disciples are coming together. The Yuan family cultivator and the other independent cultivator are just making up the numbers. Young friend Chen is fighting one against three, so his chances of winning are extremely slim."

"Disciple is grateful for your instruction." Zhang Wushan glanced at Chen Yuan and sighed.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu looked at Chen Yuan again and said, "I am not looking down on you, my friend. It is just the fact that you should focus on protecting yourself when you go to Yunding Mansion."

"The magical power of sword cultivators is extremely powerful. If used, it will either kill or injure. The head of the Yuan family will only protect your life, but will not care whether you are injured or not."

Chen Yuan nodded: "Junior understands that no matter whether this trip succeeds or not, junior will put saving his life first."

Lay Buddhist Qing Liu nodded and said: "After the failure of this mission, you are not allowed to borrow the spiritual veins of our sect to form a baby within 30 years."

"Fortunately, my friend has a long life span. There is no need to worry at this moment. I will be your guarantor when the time comes."

"With your strength, ordinary tasks will not be difficult for you. Without the accident of the spirit stone mine, Elder Gu will definitely not be able to embarrass you again."

"Oh, right, my friend, what treasure do you want to exchange for the Millennium Thunderbolt? I will prepare it for you as soon as possible to prevent Elder Gu from interfering."

Chen Yuan said: "Thank you for your reminder, senior. I just haven't thought about it yet. Can I tell you after I come back from Yunding Mansion?"

"That's fine. There's no need to rush." ​​Qingliu frowned and looked at Zhang Wushan. "You can go to Yunding Mansion with Chen Xiaoyou. You don't have to do anything. Just stay with Chen Xiaoyou."

"Yes." A hint of doubt flashed across Zhang Wushan's eyes, but he still agreed immediately.

"There is no time to lose. You two should set off today." Mr. Qingliu picked up the teacup in front of him.

Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan stood up, clasped their fists and bowed, then flew away from the island in the middle of the lake.

Taoist Qingliu looked at the two people's gradually fading light, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "What a pity..."

……

At the top of Heyu Peak, is Elder Gu’s cave.

In the main hall, Elder Gu and Yang Liqian sat opposite each other with two cups of spiritual tea in front of them. Yan Tongchun stood behind Elder Gu with his hands hanging down.

Yang Liqian looked at Yan Tongchun and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Yan, what a good plan! How can Chen Yuan be a match for a true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace? If he wants to use our sect's spiritual veins to form a baby, he can only wait until thirty years later."

Yan Tongchun said respectfully, "Uncle Master, you are too kind. I am just considering the sect. The cultivators in the sect cannot participate in the battle. Since Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator and wants to use our sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus, I naturally have to help our sect solve the problem and take back the spiritual stone veins. If we can't take it back, how can we lend him the spiritual veins?"

Yang Liqian laughed: "Junior Brother Yan is right. The future prosperity of our sect depends on disciples like Junior Brother Yan who are dedicated to the public!"

Elder Gu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Tongchun, what's the matter with Elder Qingliu?"

Yan Tongchun replied, "I have sent people to keep an eye on Sifang Pavilion and Mingliu Lake. Two hours ago, Zhang Wushan went to Chen Yuan's residence."

"Not long after, the two of them left Chongde City together, entered the mountain gate, and went to Mingliu Lake to pay homage to Elder Qingliu."

"He left the mountain gate again an hour and a half ago, but did not return to Chongde City."

Elder Gu put down his teacup and said, "Chen Yuan must have gone to Yunding Mansion. When will Junior Brother Yang leave?"

Yang Liqian smiled and said, "No hurry. The battle will not begin until a month later. Before that, I can just rush to Yunding Mansion."

"The important thing now is, will there be anyone else going to Yunding Mansion?"

Elder Gu said, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Yang. I have already talked to several other elders and they are not interested in the Millennium Thunder."

Yang Liqian's smile grew wider. He raised the teacup, tilted his head back slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Elder Gu reminded: "But please, Junior Brother Yang, spare Chen Yuan's life."

Yang Liqian said: "If Senior Brother Gu doesn't tell me, I won't kill him."

"He has a close relationship with Elder Qingliu. If I kill him, I will become a mortal enemy of Elder Qingliu."

"But I have already offended Elder Qingliu during the meeting. If Chen Yuan doesn't want to trade the Millennium Thunderbolt, I will not show mercy."

"Isn't he a physical cultivator? If I draw out his blood essence and destroy his physical body, it will be extremely difficult for him to form a fetus in the future."

He said this lightly, and after hearing it, Yan Tongchun's mouth curled up slightly and revealed a smile.

Yang Liqian chatted with Elder Gu for a while, then stood up to say goodbye. Yan Tongchun sent Yang Liqian out of the cave before returning.

When he walked into the main hall, the teapot and teacups on the stone table had disappeared.

Elder Gu sat in the main seat with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting.

Yan Tongchun asked, "Master, will Uncle Yang really destroy Chen Yuan's body?" Elder Gu opened his eyes and said calmly, "That depends on whether Chen Yuan knows what's good for him. Uncle Yang's only son is about to die. He failed to form a baby twice before, and only took two Miao Huan Dan pills to save his life."

"Now that he has the Millennium Thunder Pill, as long as he refines the Tribulation Thunder Pill, his only son will have a great chance of forming a Nascent Soul and increasing his lifespan by 500 years. He will definitely not miss this opportunity."

A smile appeared on Yan Tongchun's lips. Seeing this, Elder Gu frowned slightly and said, "Chen Yuan was just bidding against you for the Sky-Suppressing Stone at the Fanyang Auction. Why did you want to kill him?"

"Are you hiding something from me? Have you made another grudge with Chen Yuan?"

Yan Tongchun was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and bowed deeply in haste: "How dare I deceive Master? I just think that Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator and is quite powerful. Even if he fails to form a fetus this time, he will definitely make a comeback in thirty years."

“If he takes out any rare treasures at that time, without the fight for the spiritual stone veins, I’m afraid that our sect can only lend him the spiritual veins.”

"If he really succeeds in forming a Nascent Soul, Elder Qingliu will have an external Nascent Soul aid, which will definitely be disadvantageous to Master."

“Thirty years…” Elder Gu’s eyes flashed, “You have a point. We cannot let this man form a fetus. When he returns from Yunding Mansion, you will find a chance to kill him.”

Yan Tongchun's heart sank, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "That Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator, his cultivation is equal to that of my disciple. It is not difficult for my disciple to defeat him, but it is not easy to kill him."

"Master, I beg you to give me a Spring and Autumn Note. I promise that I will crush Chen Yuan to dust!"

Elder Gu looked at Yan Tongchun deeply, took out a yellowed bamboo slip about a foot long from the mustard seed ring, raised his hand and threw it, and the bamboo slip slowly flew over.

"This matter will be settled within a year."

Yan Tongchun took the bamboo slip with both hands, put it into the mustard seed ring, and bowed deeply: "Disciple obeys!"

……

Northeast of Renzhou.

The Huaiyang Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, with majestic peaks and ridges. A hundred miles further east is the Yuqing Sea.

There is a medium-sized spiritual vein in the mountains. Two thousand years ago, a Nascent Soul cultivator established the Soul Sword Sect here. All the sect leaders in successive generations have been Nascent Soul cultivators, and the sect has continued to this day.

The Soul Sword Sect built a market town at the foot of the Huaiyang Mountains and named it Huaiyang Market. All the cultivators from a thousand miles around gathered here, and the market became increasingly prosperous.

On this day, a bald man with a strong build and a full beard descended from the entrance of the market town, and walked into the market town with big strides.

Several guides who were greeting the monks passing by enthusiastically were frightened when they saw his ferocious face and avoided him one after another.

The bald man frowned, walked up to a guide, and said coldly: "Take me... me to the place in the market where the news is sold."

This guide was not very old, only in his twenties, and had reached the third level of Qi Refining.

He looked up at the bald man who was seven feet tall. He felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious monster. He trembled all over and said in a trembling voice, "Senior, please follow me."

He avoided the bald man's cold gaze and walked forward with his head down, his steps very fast, until he came to the center of the market and stopped in front of a three-story building.

The small building is elegant and simple, with the three characters "Wanxiang Building" inscribed on the plaque.

The young monk said in a trembling voice: "Senior, this Wanxiang Building is a place in Huaiyang Market that specializes in selling information."

"All dangerous places within a radius of thousands of miles, as well as information about sects and families, are for sale in the Wanxiang Building."

The bald strong man nodded and walked into the building.

"senior……"

The bald burly man turned around, a hint of impatience flashing in his cold eyes.

The young monk who still wanted to ask for spirit stones felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea when he was looked at by him. He was surrounded by dark water and could hardly breathe.

He quickly changed the topic: "Congratulations... I wish you all the best!"

The bald strong man snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the Wanxiang Building.

The young monk felt as if he had been pardoned and hurriedly turned away, but those cruel and cold eyes remained in his mind like a nightmare and could not be shaken off.

There were no other customers in the Wanxiang Building, only a young and beautiful female cultivator sitting behind the counter.

When she saw someone coming in, she stood up to greet him and said softly, "Does this fellow Taoist want to... want to buy information?"

The female cultivator saw the bald man's appearance clearly, met his cold eyes, and her voice trembled involuntarily.

"Take me to see the person in charge." The bald strong man said coldly.

The young female cultivator did not dare to say much, nor did she dare to ask the bald strong man about his cultivation level. She immediately turned around and walked upstairs.

The two of them came to a room on the third floor, and the female cultivator knocked on the door in a hurry.

After a while, the door opened quietly. The room was luxuriously furnished. A middle-aged monk was sitting at the table, looking at the two people outside the door.

When he saw the ferocious face of the bald man, he couldn't help but frown, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The young female cultivator was about to enter the room, but the bald burly man pushed her aside and walked in.

The middle-aged monk looked displeased, but the next moment, a strong pressure emanated from the bald man, and he said coldly: "Are you the person in charge of this Wanxiang Building?"

The middle-aged monk's face turned pale. He felt that he was in the midst of raging waves and might be swallowed up by the waves at any time, leaving no place for a burial.

He was horrified and stood up quickly, bowing deeply: "I am Guo Hengshan, the owner of Wanxiang Building, and I pay my respects to you, Senior."

He is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period. The only one who can make him feel the crisis of life and death is a Yuanying period cultivator!

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and the bald man sat down with his horse and sword.

A jade slip appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he placed it on the table, and said coldly: "Have you seen this person?"

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, bowed slightly, picked up the jade slip with both hands, and probed his spiritual sense into it.

The jade slip contained a portrait of a young monk, dressed in a white robe, tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a free and easy temperament. The words "Chen Yuan" were written next to him.

Below the portrait, there was a line of words written: "Middle or late Jindan stage, physical cultivation, powerful, can transform into a silver-white giant about ten feet tall during a fight."

The middle-aged cultivator was secretly shocked. Although this man looked young, his cultivation was so profound and he was a rare physical cultivator.

He carefully recalled all the information he had recently obtained, and after a while, he withdrew his consciousness.

"My dear senior, I have never seen this person, and there is no news about him in Wanxiang Tower." The middle-aged cultivator handed the jade slip back with both hands and said respectfully.

"Waste!" The bald man's face sank. He raised his hand to take back the jade slip, stood up and walked out the door.

The middle-aged monk was scolded, but he did not dare to complain. Instead, he smiled and said, "My ability is limited. I hope you will forgive me, senior."

The bald man walked out of the Wanxiang Building and strode to the entrance of the market. With a flash of light, he flew to the west, to a medium-sized market closest to the Huaiyang Mountains. (End of this chapter)