Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan's heart moved. He didn't know how Elder Yan could see that he had refined the essence and blood of the monster.

But what he refined was the true blood of Kunpeng, not just the essence blood of Kun fish. As long as Elder Yan didn't see this, he would have nothing to fear.

With the guarantee of Mr. Qingliu, he accepted the mission of Haoran Sect to help the Yuan family. Unless the people present wanted to turn against Haoran Sect, he would not have to worry about his own safety.

Chen Yuan was certain in his heart, and bowed with his fists: "Elder Yan has a keen eye, and this junior has refined the blood of the Kun fish."

When everyone heard this, they all showed puzzled looks on their faces. They didn't know what Chen Yuan meant. Even Yuan Xiang and Sect Master Mu, the two Nascent Soul cultivators, were quite puzzled.

Only Yang Liqian looked at Chen Yuan thoughtfully, as if he remembered something.

Sect Master Mu frowned and said, "Please tell me clearly, Elder Yan, this... Young friend Chen refined the blood of Kun fish, what does this mean?"

Elder Yan did not answer, but just looked at Chen Yuan: "The technique that young friend Chen is practicing should be the "Demon God Technique", right?"

This really surprised Chen Yuan. He had never thought that he would hear this name from Elder Yan.

He obtained the incomplete physical cultivation method "Demon God Sutra" from Du Yu. Although he could only practice it to the late stage of foundation building, the "Giant Spirit Body" magical power that came with it became one of his trump cards.

It played a huge role until he succeeded in forming the elixir.

But this is a martial art from Donghua Continent. How could Elder Yan have heard of it?
and many more!

Chen Yuan suddenly thought of the ancient teleportation array in the Silent Sea and the broken stele that recorded the battle between Taixuan Sect and the demon clan.

There is still a teleportation array connecting Donghua Continent and Jiuxian Continent now, so how could there be no connection before?

He did not hide anything and answered truthfully: "Senior has a keen eye. I am practicing the Demon God Technique."

Everyone was even more confused, but Yang Liqian's face showed a look of realization, and when he looked at Chen Yuan, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Yuan Xiang noticed Yang Liqian's reaction and asked, "Does Brother Yang also know about Brother Chen's cultivation method?"

Everyone looked over here, even Sect Master Mu on the opposite mountain was no exception.

Chen Yuan was also extremely curious. Could it be that this "Demon God Art" was a well-known martial art in Jiuxianzhou?

Yang Liqian said: "Yang doesn't know much about the "Demon God Art", I only know that it is a very popular physical training method in ancient times."

"People who practice cultivation can transform part of their body into a demon body, and can use the innate magical powers of the demon race. If they practice to a high level, they can even transform into a demon beast."

"The pair of black wings behind young friend Chen should be the result of practicing the Demon God Technique. Elder Yan, is what Yang said correct?"

Elder Yan nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the Demon God Art was very popular in ancient times, but later on, as the number of physical practitioners decreased, this technique gradually disappeared. Perhaps it is only recorded in the classics of the ten major sects."

"Those who practice the 'Demon God Art' need to refine a demon pill. As their cultivation level improves, they will be able to display the innate magical powers of this demon beast."

"When I traveled around the world, I once visited the Ten Thousand Demon Sea and witnessed a Kun Fish Demon King displaying his divine power. His mastery of the power of space was extraordinary."

"Young friend Chen's pair of black wings are very similar to the pair of wings on his back when he transformed into his original form, but they are a hundred times smaller."

"I think the demon pill that young friend Chen refined at the beginning should have come from a Kunyu demon king, so that he could perform the teleportation technique."

Chen Yuan was stunned, but his expression remained calm: "That's right."

The incomplete "Demon God Art" he obtained did not mention that the body could be transformed into a demon body, nor did it mention that after practicing to a high level, it could be transformed into a demon beast.

He had originally thought of an explanation, using his magical powers to explain why he had grown black wings, but he didn't expect that before he even opened his mouth, someone "saw" out his cultivation method.

This saved him a lot of trouble, and with the endorsement of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he no longer had to worry about others doubting the origin of the teleportation technique.

After Elder Yan's explanation, Taoist Liu looked at Chen Yuan with a little more awe in his eyes.

He originally thought that Chen Yuan was just a physical cultivator of unknown origin and looked down on him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan was actually a one-in-a-million physical cultivator, and he also practiced the "Demon God Sutra" passed down from ancient times.

The name of this technique is so domineering that it requires a demon pill from a transformed demon king to practice. Compared with this, Taoist Liu's chance to obtain the thousand-year-old lightning-struck peach wood is nothing.

Zhang Wushan also learned about the Demon God Secret today, and a look of joy appeared on his face. Chen Yuan was so powerful and had mastered the art of teleportation. It seemed that he still had a chance of winning today.

The two true disciples both had solemn expressions. One of them was a young monk with a stern face. He stared at Chen Yuan intently. His eyes were as sharp as swords and he was full of fighting spirit.

Yuan Xiang suddenly smiled and said, "Master Mu, does the bet you made earlier still count? I am willing to bet you a bottle of Chengyang Pill by using Fengmo Iron and a Level 8 Winged Tiger Demon Pill that I have treasured for a long time. Do you dare to accept it?"

He had been ridiculed by Sect Leader Mu for a long time and had lost face. Now he had finally turned the tables and had a chance of winning the fight, so naturally he retorted without any mercy.

Sect Leader Mu snorted coldly. Like Yuan Xiang before, he was disgusted by this kind of villain's behavior, but he didn't dare to agree to it.

However, he was very tempted by the piece of myopia and the eighth-level winged tiger demon pill. If he could get these two treasures and re-refine his own magic weapon, its power would be increased by at least 20%.

He said coldly: "Master Yuan is sure of victory?"

Yuan Xiang laughed: "Master Mu, why don't you ask Elder Yan if the true disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace have any way to break Elder Chen's teleportation technique?"

“Elder Yan, this…” Sect Master Mu turned to look at Elder Yan with some hesitation on his face.

Elder Yan's eyes fell on the pair of black wings behind Chen Yuan, and he said slowly: "Master Mu, don't worry. The Demon God Technique is indeed extraordinary, but the practice of this kind of technique depends entirely on that demon pill."

"This little friend Chen has extraordinary fortunes. The Kunyu Demon Pill he refined is of a high grade, and his bloodline is also extremely pure. Otherwise, he would not have mastered the art of teleportation before forming a fetus."

"But because of this, little friend Chen can only display the innate magical power of Kunyu, which has very few changes."

"Moreover, the teleportation technique is not invincible. I also want to see if the true disciples of our sect can break this teleportation technique."

Sect Master Mu was still a little hesitant. He looked at Chen Yuan deeply, pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "Master Yuan, I'm going to make a bet with you!"

This time it was Yuan Xiang's turn to hesitate. The "Demon God Art" actually had such a shortcoming, and Elder Yan had so much confidence in the disciples of Cangjian Palace. He was a little worried whether Chen Yuan could fight two people alone.

He asked, "Can Sect Master Mu gather together a bottle of Chengyang Pill?"

Sect Master Mu said, "Master Yuan, rest assured. If I lose, I will definitely send the remaining five Chengyang Pills to you within a year. With Elder Yan and Elder Yang as witnesses, I will never break my promise!"

Yuan Xiang gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll make a bet with you. If Elder Chen loses, I'll immediately offer you the Wind Grinding Iron and the Winged Tiger Demon Pill!"

He didn't know whether Chen Yuan could win in the end, but as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew well the power of the teleportation technique. The scene where Chen Yuan caught the intermediate-level flying sword with his bare hands gave him more confidence, and he finally agreed.

"It's a deal!" Sect Master Mu laughed, turned around and bowed to the two true disciples of Cangjian Palace, and said seriously, "Thank you for your help, my two junior brothers. As long as you can win this battle, I will reward you handsomely."

The two returned the greetings one after another. One of the middle-aged monks even said that he dared not, while the young monk with a stern face said calmly: "Junior will do his best."

Chen Yuanming was a guest elder of the Yuan family, but in fact he was sent by the Haoran Sect to help. Yuan Xiang couldn't promise him a big reward, so he could only secretly send a message: "Please do your best, little friend Chen. As long as you win the fight, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Chen Yuan nodded. He didn't want to reply through voice transmission for fear that other Nascent Soul cultivators would hear it, and he had no time to reply.

Thoughts were running through his mind as he carefully pondered Elder Yan's words, his expression slightly solemn.

According to Elder Yan, the "Demon God Art" requires refining the essence and blood of monsters. One can only use the innate magical powers of this monster. If practiced to a high level, one can transform into a monster.

The Nine Transformations of the True Spirit requires refining the blood of the true spirit, in order to master the power of the true spirit. When one's cultivation is high, one can transform into a true spirit.

The two actually have quite a few similarities, the difference being that "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" can refine nine kinds of true spirit essence and blood until it reaches the avenue of ascension, it can also stimulate the true spirit blood and condense the true spirit's form, which is far stronger than the "Demon God Art" whose upper limit is locked.

Is there any connection between these two techniques?
Or is it that the physical cultivation methods all lead to the same end, all requiring the refining of monster blood essence, but the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" is more mysterious and exquisite?
Chen Yuan had only seen three kinds of physical cultivation techniques, in addition to "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit", "Demon God Technique", there was "Demon Art of the Underworld Sea".

However, the magic skills are completely different from the previous two and have no reference value.

He couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only put it aside for the time being. He decided to collect several more physical cultivation techniques in the future for comparison.

Chen Yuan was deep in thought, but everyone saw his serious expression and thought he had no confidence in winning the fight.

Yuan Xiang's heart sank. Fengmotie was a top-grade spiritual material, and the Winged Tiger Demon Pill was a treasure he had obtained by going deep into Nanzhou and going through untold hardships to kill an eighth-level Winged Tiger Demon King. If he lost to Sect Master Mu, the loss would be extremely heavy.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of Sect Leader Mu and Yang Liqian. They were the two people who least wanted Chen Yuan to win.

There is no need to say much to Sect Master Mu. Yang Liqian's purpose of this trip was to forcibly buy the Millennium Thunder Palm after Chen Yuan's mission failed.

The reason why he showed up before the fight was because if Chen Yuan died, the Millennium Thunderbolt would be taken over by the sect.

Yang Liqian had never had any contact with Yuan Xiang before and did not know his background. He was worried that Chen Yuan might encounter an accident during the fight, so he simply went to the scene in person and prepared to rescue Chen Yuan.

He knew that Chen Yuan was a physical cultivator, but he didn't think he would be a match for the true disciples of Cangjian Palace.

But who would have thought that Chen Yuan had actually practiced the ancient physical cultivation technique "Demon God Sutra" and mastered the art of teleportation. Yang Liqian's heart was immediately in suspense.

Seeing Chen Yuan's solemn expression at this time, as if he was shocked by Elder Yan's words, he couldn't help but smile, hoping that Chen Yuan would lose the fight.

Only Elder Yan looked calm and said calmly, "Nephew Chang, you will take part in the second fight."

"Yes." The middle-aged monk behind him stood out from the crowd and came to the top of the canyon.

Sect Master Mu suddenly bowed to Chen Yuan and said, "My dear friend Chen, you have mastered the art of teleportation. If you gain the upper hand, it will be difficult for us Nascent Soul cultivators to rescue you in time. I hope you will show mercy. Thank you."

His attitude was very serious, not at all like he was treating a Jindan cultivator.

Sect Master Mu did not believe that Chen Yuan could refine the demon pill of the Kun Fish Demon King and practice the "Demon God Sutra" on his own.

What he was afraid of was not Chen Yuan, but the Nascent Soul cultivator behind Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan collected his thoughts and bowed in return: "Don't worry, Sect Master Mu, the fight will only determine the winner, no lives will be lost."

He was also extremely polite and did not want to offend a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Elder Yan also ordered: "Master Chang, do not kill him."

"Disciple understands." Chang Geng agreed.

The solemn atmosphere eased a little. Chen Yuan smiled slightly and looked at his next opponent.

This man was about forty years old, with three long strands of beard under his chin, a honest and square face, and calm eyes. Only the strong murderous aura emanating from his body revealed his identity as a swordsman.

Without experiencing life-and-death battles, how can one be called a swordsman?

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Guest elder of the Yuan family, Chen Yuan."

The middle-aged monk first summoned a purple flying sword, then bowed in return: "Cangjian Palace, Chang Geng, please teach me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan flapped his wings, teleported to the middle-aged monk, and raised his hand to grab him!

Chen Yuan moved very quickly, but Chang Geng had already been prepared for this and had summoned his flying sword in advance.

He raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted, "Split!"

The purple flying sword trembled slightly, splitting into forty-nine sword shadows, setting up a sword formation to protect him in the middle. Chen Yuan happened to teleport into the sword formation, the sword chanted into the sky, and several flying swords shot out, as fast as lightning.

Sword formation is a method that can only be performed by Yuanying sword cultivators, but Chang Geng, as a true disciple of Cangjian Palace, is only one step away from forming a Nascent Soul, so he has also dabbled in it.

Although he has not yet mastered it, he has roughly understood the outline of it. After setting it up, he can protect himself extremely closely.

Faced with the oncoming flying sword, Chen Yuan did not dodge, but raised his hand to grab a flying sword, leaving a deep wound on his palm.

His expression changed slightly, and he flapped his wings. His figure disappeared from the spot and appeared ten feet away, avoiding the remaining flying swords.

Before, Chen Yuan dared to forcibly dismantle the flying sword of the cultivator named Zeng because he was not a true sword cultivator, and his flying sword was not sharp enough, so the sword shadows that were separated were just for show.

But Chang Geng is a true sword cultivator, and the sword shadows he differentiated are no different from the flying swords themselves. It is equivalent to several mid-level flying swords stabbing at him, and Chen Yuan dare not confront them directly.

This was not his first time fighting against a sword cultivator. Qi Lang was a sword cultivator and could even differentiate into seventy-two sword shadows. However, compared with Chang Geng's forty-nine sword shadows, it was far behind.

He has now refined Kunpeng's true blood, and his body has been greatly strengthened, but he is still unable to withstand the attack of Chang Geng's flying sword. If it were Qi Lang, at most he would be left with a shallow bloody wound.

Chang Geng was also extremely afraid of Chen Yuan's physical body. Seeing that he didn't dare to take the flying sword head-on, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and thirty-six flying swords remained around him, forming a simplified sword formation, which protected him firmly.

The remaining thirteen flying swords shot towards Chen Yuan from all directions, like falling meteors, and arrived in front of Chen Yuan in a flash.

Chen Yuan frowned, flapped his wings, and teleported twenty feet away, avoiding the thirteen flying swords again.

Chang Geng raised his hand and said, "Hurry!"

Thirteen flying swords chased closely, drawing thirteen graceful yet deadly arcs in the air, heading straight for Chen Yuan.

At this moment, Chang Geng was suspended in the sky, with sword lights around him like the wind, weaving into an impenetrable net. Thirteen flying swords circled back and forth, covering the area within a hundred feet in radius.

The entire canyon was filled with sword energy, and even the whistling mountain wind was cut off by the sword energy.

Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique several times in a row, but the moment he appeared, the flying swords would shoot towards him, like thirteen sharks smelling blood. He could only continue to use the teleportation technique to avoid them.

Just now, Chen Yuan defeated the cultivator named Zeng with one move, but now he is in such a mess. Everyone felt the sharp sword energy coming towards them, and their faces changed slightly.

The forty-nine flying swords are forty-nine top-notch mid-level magical weapons. Who dares to challenge them?
Let alone Chen Yuan, even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to defeat Chang Geng for the time being!

As expected of a true disciple of Cangjian Palace, he is so powerful that even Chen Yuan, who has mastered the art of teleportation, can only avoid his edge.

Zhang Wushan frowned, feeling quite worried.

The flying sword is extremely fast, slightly slower than teleportation, but it is not a big disadvantage above a canyon of a hundred feet in radius.

Thirteen flying swords came out at the same time, and if Chen Yuan was not careful, he would be stabbed.

Yuan Xiang's face was gloomy. He was not worried about Chen Yuan, but was worried about the possibility of losing to Sect Master Mu's Feng Motie and the Flying Tiger Demon Pill.

Sect Master Mu clapped his hands and smiled: "So what if he can teleport? Junior Brother Chang is indeed a true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace. With forty-nine flying swords, he can form a sword formation. Even a Yuanying cultivator can resist one or two. What's so special about a mere physical cultivator?"

Elder Yan nodded slightly, with a look of approval on his face.

However, the young monk with a stern face shook his head slightly, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Yang Liqian smiled and waited for Chen Yuan to be defeated.

Everyone saw the scene where Chen Yuan took the attack from the flying sword and was left with a deep wound.

The greatest reliance of a physical cultivator is his physical body, but even he cannot withstand the attack of a flying sword. With forty-nine flying swords attacking at the same time, Chen Yuan will be turned into bones in an instant.

Of course, with a Nascent Soul cultivator by his side, his life would not be in danger, but he would fail in the fight.

Moreover, Chen Yuan should not have any powerful magic weapon, otherwise he would have used it long ago.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he could only rely on teleportation to escape, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back, so his defeat was inevitable.

But gradually, after a quarter of an hour, everyone felt something was wrong and their expressions slowly changed.

……

Above the canyon, Chen Yuan had been using the art of teleportation. He was suddenly in front of us and then behind us, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

The sword formation set up by Chang Geng seemed grand, but it never hit Chen Yuan. The forty-nine flying swords had become somewhat dim.

After all, this is not a real sword formation. It is just a facade and cannot lock down the opponent.

Chang Geng felt the rapid dissipation of his true energy, his brows furrowed, his expression extremely solemn.

The sword cultivator could not endure long battles. He separated out forty-nine sword shadows at the same time, and his true energy was greatly depleted. At this moment, only a small part of his true energy was left in his body, and he could not hold on for much longer.

He was afraid of Chen Yuan's teleportation technique, so he put all his effort into it, setting up a sword formation and hoping to end the battle quickly.

With the sword formation protecting him, Chen Yuan couldn't get close. He then used his flying sword to attack the enemy and was already invincible.

Chang Geng just didn't believe that Chen Yuan could keep using the teleportation technique, as it was a skill only available to great cultivators.

But after a quarter of an hour, his true energy was almost exhausted.

However, Chen Yuan was at ease and performed the teleportation technique, which seemed effortless for him.

Can't drag it any longer!
Chang Geng's eyes suddenly focused, and the magic formula in his hand changed. Only twenty-four flying swords were left around him, and the other twelve flying swords shot out and joined the ranks of encirclement and suppression of Chen Yuan.

Of course, he has more than just the ability to split light and transform into shadows, but when dealing with the elusive Chen Yuan, other more powerful abilities would be less effective.

A total of twenty-five flying swords scattered out, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air without any sense of sluggishness, weaving a dense sword net that would rush forward as soon as Chen Yuan appeared.

Chen Yuan performed the teleportation technique twice more and narrowly avoided the attacking flying sword, but a strand of hair hanging by his ear was affected by the sword energy and turned into powder.

Chang Geng's heart was lifted, and he mobilized the little remaining true energy in his body, increasing the speed of his flying sword and making the sword formation more tight.

But the next moment, Chen Yuan appeared beside Chang Geng, only ten feet away from him, and raised his hand to grab Chang Geng.

The remaining twenty-four flying swords were full of spirituality and protected their master on their own without waiting for Chang Geng to command them.

But without the twelve flying swords, the sword formation protecting Chang Geng became much sparser. When Chen Yuan appeared, there happened to be an empty space, and only two flying swords stabbed at him.

He raised his right hand, and a layer of dark light suddenly appeared on his arm.

The two flying swords pierced the black light, as if they had hit a crack in space. The tips of the swords were swallowed by the black light, and the spiritual light on the swords suddenly dimmed.

Chang Geng had reacted by now and retreated violently, but Chen Yuan was already so close to him that he would not let him get away and firmly grasped his neck with his left hand.

Chang Geng's expression changed, and the flying swords that were stabbing at Chen Yuan stopped immediately.

The nearest flying sword was only one foot away from Chen Yuan's back. The sword energy was so strong that it had pierced through Chen Yuan's robes.

But Chang Geng didn't dare to move at all. Chen Yuan only needed to exert force to break his neck.

He raised his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "I lost."

"Thank you." Chen Yuan withdrew his right hand, completely ignoring the flying sword that was so close behind him.

Chang Geng sighed, stepped back several feet, and pointed his fingers. The sword shadows in the sky shattered, leaving only a flying sword with dim light, which he retracted into his dantian.

He turned around and flew back to the mountain. Sect Master Mu had an ugly look on his face. Having lost this round, he could only place his hope on the last true disciple of Cangjian Palace.

Elder Yan's expression was calm, and even when Chang Geng was grabbed by Chen Yuan's neck just now, there was no change in his expression.

All sword cultivators have emerged from battles, and every true disciple of Cangjian Palace has seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This kind of scene wasn't worth his nervousness at all.

Even if Chang Geng really died at the hands of Chen Yuan, he would not be angry at all. He would only kill Chen Yuan on the spot to avenge Chang Geng.

……

On the opposite mountain, Yuan Xiang said to Yang Liqian, "Mr. Chen is so strong that he is invincible at the same level. Elder Yang is still worried about Mr. Chen's safety. Is he afraid that Mu Ye and Elder Yan will get angry and attack Mr. Chen without caring about their reputation?"

He was all smiles and in a very good mood.

Chen Yuan won again. As long as he defeated the last person, he would win a bottle of Chengyang Pill, and his cultivation would be greatly improved.

"Haha, I'm sorry to have embarrassed Master Yuan..." Yang Liqian forced a smile, but his heart was filled with shock and anger.

If Chen Yuan really won the fight, where would he find another thousand-year-old thunder dragon?
Zhang Wushan was not far behind the two of them. Hearing Yang Liqian's words, he sneered and bowed to him: "Thank you, Elder Yang, for taking care of Brother Chen. After I return to the sect, I will report this matter to Master."

The smile on Yang Liqian's face disappeared. He stared at Zhang Wushan, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said lightly: "Zhang, my nephew, is thoughtful."

Yuan Xiang finally realized something was wrong at this time. He glanced at Zhang Wushan and Yang Liqian with suspicion.

This Elder Yang seems to have some issues with Zhang Wushan. What is his purpose in coming here today?
……

On the opposite mountain, Chang Geng came to Elder Yan, clasped his fists and bowed, with a guilty look on his face: "My disciple failed to win, which has brought disgrace to the reputation of the sect. Elder Yan, please punish me."

Elder Yan said: "You did a good job. Before you think about winning, think about losing. Protect yourself first, then attack the enemy."

"But this person's true essence is too strong, and he has mastered the art of teleportation. He is already invincible. You don't have to blame yourself."

Chang Geng then breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

Elder Yan turned to look at the stern-faced young monk: "Wen Di, are you confident of victory?"

He stepped forward and answered a question that was not related to the question: "Disciple should do his best."

Elder Yan nodded and said, "Go ahead. Be careful of the dark light on this man's arm. This is the innate magical power of the Kunyu clan. It is similar to a space crack and is extremely sharp."

"Disciple understands." The young monk remained calm.

Sect Leader Mu opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then closed it again, with a hint of worry flashing in the depths of his eyes.

The young monk flew away from the top of the mountain and came to the top of the canyon. He stopped ten feet in front of Chen Yuan and looked at him carefully.

Chen Yuan was standing in the air, having changed into a brand new robe. His expression was calm, and behind him was a pair of broad black wings, emitting a desolate aura.

In the previous battle, he used the teleportation technique dozens of times, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face, as if he was not affected at all.

He clasped his fists and bowed: "Guest elder of the Yuan family, Chen Yuan."

The young monk summoned a flying sword, formed a sword gesture with his hands, and said calmly: "I am Ye Wendi from the Hidden Sword Palace. Please teach me." (End of this chapter)