Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Above Wanzhu Peak, the calamity clouds dissipated and the sun shone on the earth again.

The eyes of the Yuanying elders more than ten miles away focused. They knew that the disaster was over, and they all flew away and came within ten miles of Wanzhu Peak.

Dozens of Jindan cultivators followed their master. Besides Yan Tongchun, there were several other Jindan cultivators behind Elder Gu, but the highest one was only at the middle stage of Jindan. They looked timid and didn't dare to approach.

Mr. Qingliu has many disciples, but except for Zhang Wushan, the others are either practicing in seclusion or traveling, and none of them came at this time.

Further away were the foundation-building cultivators. They had previously feared being affected by the heavenly thunder calamity, so they voluntarily retreated a hundred miles away. Later, they came up again, but they did not dare to get too close, and all stayed thirty miles away.

Now that the calamity clouds have dispersed, they want to fly up and see the result of Chen Yuan's calamity.

But with the Yuanying elders in front of them, they did not dare to offend them and simply went around to the other side and came within ten miles of Wanzhu Peak.

The Qi-refining cultivators had already dispersed. Even just the aura of the calamity cloud was enough to make their souls tremble. Over time, their souls would be severely damaged.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky, and a blue river a hundred feet wide fell down.

The waterfall hangs three thousand feet straight down, as if the Milky Way is falling from the sky.

The blue sky river landed on the top of Wanzhu Peak and passed through the thick mountain wall. It lasted for a quarter of an hour before disappearing.

Zhang Wushan said happily: "Master, a blessing from heaven, Brother Chen succeeded in forming a baby!"

His voice was loud and reached the ears of all the Nascent Soul elders.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu seemed to be relieved, stroking his beard and smiling: "The thunder tribulation is so powerful, and I wonder how powerful the Yin Fire Tribulation and the Heart Demon Tribulation must be. If you have survived them all, your achievements after forming a baby will surely be extraordinary."

When Elder Gu heard this, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wanzhu Peak with a deep and unfathomable gaze.

Yan Tongchun was shocked and angry. Chen Yuan actually succeeded in surviving the tribulation!
He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, and his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Ever since he was defeated by Chen Yuan and had to flee, Yan Tongchun's hatred for Chen Yuan was deeply rooted.

He had been defeated by Zhang Wushan, but Zhang Wushan, like him, was a true disciple of the Haoran Sect. The competition between fellow disciples was not a fight to the death, so even if he lost, it was normal.

But Chen Yuan was just a casual cultivator, but he beat him so badly that he had no chance to fight back. He only survived thanks to the stone talisman bestowed by his master.

This was undoubtedly a great humiliation for Yan Tongchun, who had always been proud of himself.

Moreover, Chen Yuan had the intention to kill at that time and acted without mercy. This was a life-and-death vendetta!
Over the past thirty years, he had been thinking about revenge all the time, wishing to cut Chen Yuan into pieces to avenge his previous humiliation.

But now, Chen Yuan has already formed an infant stage, while he is still just a Jindan cultivator.

If he meets Chen Yuan again, let alone revenge, as long as he shows the slightest disrespect, even if it's just not addressing him as a senior, Chen Yuan can use this as an excuse to punish him.

Whenever Yan Tongchun thought of that scene, he would grit his teeth and feel extremely angry.

If he himself couldn't get through these three horrific disasters, how could Chen Yuan get through them? How could he conceive a baby?

Yang Liqian, who had been furious before, now fell silent.

His face looked very ugly, and he looked at Wan Zhufeng silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He never thought that Chen Yuan could successfully overcome the tribulation.

Whether it was the three thousand feet of spiritual mist or the calamity clouds covering an area of ​​a hundred miles, they all clearly showed that the three disasters that Chen Yuan was going to experience this time would be far beyond those of other cultivators, and even unprecedented.

Yang Liqian didn't believe that Chen Yuan could survive the three disasters. If any other Jindan cultivator were to try to survive, he would end up with his soul torn to pieces.

A mortal cultivator forced him to move out of his cave and destroyed his cave. Of course he would be furious. Otherwise, where would be the face of a Nascent Soul cultivator?
But now, Chen Yuan has actually survived the three disasters and formed a Nascent Soul.

The person who destroyed his cave turned into a Nascent Soul cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator with extraordinary potential.

Everyone knows that the more astonishing the celestial phenomena caused by the tribulation, the further one can go on the path after forming a baby.

Heaven and earth are the most fair. The more profound the foundation of a cultivator, the more terrifying the disaster that will be brought upon him, without exception.

The more terrible the disaster, the more rain will fall from heaven.

When Yang Liqian passed the tribulation, the blue sky river lasted only a hundred breaths, but today it lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

This is the most abundant and pure spiritual energy in this world. It will all become Chen Yuan's foundation and build the most solid foundation for him.

Yang Liqian is now very embarrassed. He had spoken too confidently before, as if he and Chen Yuan were irreconcilable. What has been done cannot be undone, and it is difficult to make up for it now.

He had no grudges against Chen Yuan, and he had targeted Chen Yuan before only for the Millennium Thunderbolt in Chen Yuan's hand.

He went to the Taimang Mountains, but in the end he did not force Chen Yuan to make the deal. Instead, by accident, he stood up for Chen Yuan, causing Shifeng Mountain and Cangjian Palace to mistakenly believe that Chen Yuan had the support of the Haoran Sect.

But now, his remarks in front of the Yuanying elders will surely reach Chen Yuan's ears. How should he deal with it then?
Family members know their own business. Although Yang Liqian is the elder of Haoran Sect and seems to have a high status, he was able to conceive a baby by luck and has a shallow foundation.

More than two hundred years have passed, and he is still stuck in the early stage of Nascent Soul. The bottleneck in the middle stage is indestructible, and the hope of breaking through is slim.

Chen Yuan had mastered the art of teleportation before he formed a fetus. What other methods could he use after he formed a fetus?

But if he showed weakness to Chen Yuan directly, where would he put his face?

Just when Yang Liqian was in a dilemma, a thirty-year-old monk bowed to Qingliu and said, "Congratulations, Brother Qingliu. Brother Chen has successfully formed a fetus. Our sect has gained a great helper."

"When Fellow Daoist Chen comes out of retreat, please let Senior Brother Qingliu know. I will go to congratulate Fellow Daoist Chen in person."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu bowed and returned the greeting: "This matter is easy to discuss. When Daoist Fellow Chen comes out of retreat, I will definitely send my disciples to tell you."

Yang Liqian turned his head and looked, his expression changing.

Like him, Elder Hai's cave was also destroyed by the heavenly thunder. His face was extremely gloomy just now, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Chen Yuan. But now, he smiled and did not mention the destruction of his cave at all.

Yang Liqian withdrew his gaze and looked back.

Standing behind him were four Jindan cultivators, all of whom were his disciples.

One of the young cultivators looked to be only in his twenties, with a simple and honest look, and had reached the late Jindan stage of cultivation.

Seeing Yang Liqian looking back, the young monk was filled with anger and whispered, "Father, this Chen Yuan dared to destroy your cave while undergoing the tribulation. He must not be forgiven!"

Yang Liqian sighed softly: "Zhao'er, remember, you must never provoke Chen Daoyou in the future."

The young monk was stunned, his face full of confusion, but he still agreed: "Yes, I will remember it."

Yang Liqian smiled, turned around and flew towards his own cave.

He no longer hesitated. Only Elder Gu could exchange the thousand-year-old thunder cloud from the sect to help his Zhao'er give birth to a baby.

The feud between him and Chen Yuan was destined to end.

"Father, I'm here to help you." The young monk immediately followed.

The other three disciples followed closely behind and helped Yang Liqian clean up the cave.

Elder Hai glanced at Yang Liqian, then bowed to Lay Buddhist Qing Liu and said, "I also need to clean up the cave, so I'll take my leave now."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu looked apologetic: "Fellow Daoist Chen's tribulation was too loud and he accidentally destroyed Elder Hai's cave. I hope Elder Hai will forgive me."

Elder Hai chuckled and said, "It's okay, it's just some sundries."

When Chen Yuan was undergoing the tribulation, he was still very angry in his heart, but as Chen Yuan successfully formed a fetus, the little bit of face that was lost was not worth mentioning.

After Yang Liqian and Elder Hai left, the other Nascent Soul elders and Jindan cultivators also dispersed.

Mr. Chengli was in seclusion, and Xinzhai Sanren left with Qingliu Jushi and Zhang Wushan, praising Chen Yuan in their words.

Elder Gu took a deep look at Wan Zhufeng and told Yan Tongchun: "You should go to Chongde City now. No matter what the result is, you must report back to me tomorrow."

Yan Tongchun understood and bowed: "Yes, I will do it right away!"

……

A month later.

The top of Haoran Peak, above the clouds, is sparsely populated and silent.

The three thousand feet high peak should have been covered with snow, but under the control of the formation, it was warm as spring, with green pines and cypresses, beautiful flowers and rare grasses surrounding a majestic palace.

Elder Gu descended from the top of the mountain and walked to the front of the main hall. Before he could open his mouth, the door of the hall opened quietly, revealing a gap.

Elder Gu was not surprised at all. He pushed the door open with a calm expression.

The hall was very empty and there was nothing furnished. There was only a middle-aged Confucian scholar sitting on a cushion, meditating with his eyes closed.

Elder Gu slowed down his pace. The spiritual energy in the hall was extremely rich, even condensing into a faint mist.

A trace of envy flashed in the depths of Elder Gu's eyes. If he could practice in this hall, without using any elixirs, he would be able to practice to the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage in just a hundred years.

The man looked to be about forty years old, dressed in a scholar's robe, with a beard that reached his belly, a square face, and an ethereal aura.

Elder Gu could only see him, but his spiritual sense could not sense his existence at all.

Elder Gu walked up to him and bowed, "Gu Shaowen greets the Sect Master."

The middle-aged scholar slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Elder Gu, please take a seat."

Elder Gu took out a cushion from the mustard seed ring and sat opposite the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"What's the matter, Elder Gu?" asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Elder Gu said, “Master, do you know that a month ago, a casual cultivator survived the Three Calamities on Wanzhu Peak and formed a Nascent Soul.”

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly. "Are you talking about that Chen Yuan? When he was going through the calamity, he made quite a noise. The calamity cloud covered most of the mountain gate, and even woke me up from my meditation."

Elder Gu asked, "Master, do you know that the essence of the Wanzhu Peak branch has been severely damaged, and several mountains within a dozen miles have also been destroyed by the thunder?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Elder Gu, do you want to hold Chen Yuan responsible?"

Elder Gu clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, please understand. The mountain gate is a vital place, how can we allow others to damage it? Moreover, the origin of the Wanzhu Peak branch has been damaged. In the next fifty years, it will not be able to supply spiritual energy."

"Chen Yuan has acted recklessly and must be punished, to prevent other casual cultivators who borrow spirit veins to form infants from following suit."

The middle-aged scholar asked, "Then Chen Yuan borrowed our sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus. Was it Elder Qingliu who guaranteed it?" Elder Gu nodded, "That's right."

The middle-aged scholar said, "You know, three days ago, Elder Qingliu came to see me and told me about this matter. He said that the loss of the spiritual vein's origin and the destruction of the mountain gate were natural disasters, not man-made disasters, and asked the sect not to pursue Chen Yuan."

Elder Gu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Brother Qingliu is wrong. Natural disasters are also caused by man-made disasters. Our sect borrowed Chen Yuan's spiritual vein to form a fetus, not to let him damage our sect's spiritual veins and mountain gates. If we don't set an example, how can our sect still have face?"

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "Chen Yuan has already formed a Nascent Soul, not a Jindan cultivator. Elder Gu still wants to bring an army to question him. Isn't this going to make him resentful of our sect?"

Elder Gu said: "If Chen Yuan understands the situation, he will naturally be grateful to our sect for lending him the spiritual vein to form a baby. He will know that the damage to the origin of the spiritual vein and the destruction of the mountain gate are all caused by him, and he will be willing to accept the punishment."

"If he is unreasonable, ungrateful, and selfish, this is a good opportunity to expose his true colors and make up for the losses in our sect. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

A trace of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged scholar's eyes: "I have also heard a little about the feud between you and Elder Qingliu."

"Although Chen Yuan is guaranteed by Elder Qingliu, he was so powerful when he passed the tribulation, which shows that he has a deep foundation. After forming a fetus, his strength must be quite good and he can be a help to our sect. How can we make enemies with him for no reason?"

Elder Gu said: "Don't worry, Sect Master. Chen Yuan's cultivation method is the "Demon God Technique". He refined a demon pill of the Kunyu Demon King to have such strength."

"The infant formation phenomenon and the momentum of the Three Disasters are probably due to the fact that he refined the demon king's demon pill, not because of his amazing potential behind his background."

"As far as I know, in the past 8,000 years, only the clan leader Kunyang is a level 10 demon king who has not yet passed away."

"The most Chen Yuan has refined is a ninth-level demon pill, and most likely only an eighth-level demon pill. At most, he can cultivate to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He still needs to use body-tempering elixirs to strengthen his body, which is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The road ahead is already cut off, so there is no need to worry."

The middle-aged scholar said calmly, "I already know about this, but even if his future is cut off, his strength is not bad. Why should our sect have a grudge against him?"

Elder Gu said in a deep voice: "If the Sect Master approves this, I am willing to take over from Elder Lin and guard the Hell of Fire for sixty years!"

"Are you serious?" The middle-aged scholar showed surprise. "The poisonous gas in the Fire Prison is getting more and more intense. Elder Gu, do you have a way to resist it?"

Elder Gu said, "I just happened to get two Snow Soul Grasses not long ago. I refined them into Snow Soul Pills, which can guarantee health for sixty years."

The middle-aged scholar said, "If that's the case, then I will grant Elder Gu's request."

Elder Gu said, "Chen Yuan has just completed his infant formation and has little wealth. Instead of asking him to pay with treasures, it would be better to ask him to do something for our sect."

The middle-aged scholar looked at him meaningfully and nodded slightly: "I will issue an order tomorrow."

Elder Gu clasped his fists and bowed, then stood up, put away his cushion, turned around and walked out of the hall.

……

At the top of Wanzhu Peak, inside the cave.

In the dim training room, Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed, illuminating the entire stone room like daylight.

After a year of practice, he finally stabilized his realm and no longer had to worry about his cultivation level dropping.

It shouldn't have taken so long originally, but when he was forming his infant, he absorbed too much spiritual energy. The branch vein under Wanzhu Peak was severely damaged, and the concentration of spiritual energy dropped greatly, becoming only equivalent to a medium-sized spiritual vein.

But to Chen Yuan now, the spiritual energy of a medium-sized spiritual vein seems a little thin.

For ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, the sea of ​​true essence in their Dantian is only ten thousand feet wide, and a medium-sized spiritual vein is completely sufficient for cultivation. There is even some energy left to supply other cultivators.

However, Chen Yuan's true energy was three times as large as theirs, and his true energy was more refined. It took him half a year longer to stabilize his realm, and his cultivation did not improve at all.

He let out a long breath, stood up, clenched his fists, felt the tremendous power contained in his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just like in the inner demon illusion, his physical body was several times stronger than before, and his strength also increased several times, far surpassing before.

No wonder Mr. Qingliu praised him highly when he saw him injuring that charming woman. The gap between Yuanying cultivators and Jindan cultivators is a chasm.

The charming woman must have held back at that time, otherwise he would never have waited for Master Qingliu to rescue him.

Now when fighting with Kun Feng or Ye Wendi, he doesn't even need to activate his true spirit blood. Just one punch will break them all.

Chen Yuan opened the door and walked out of the cave. It was late at night, the stars were shining brightly, the moon was round, and the moonlight was like frost, covering the earth.

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense and explored the area of ​​more than ten miles, but there was no trace of the Haoran Sect cultivators.

After forming the infant, his spiritual awareness expanded greatly, to a range of at least a hundred miles.

But this was at the gate of Haoran Sect, he didn't dare to disperse all his consciousness, and he didn't know how far his consciousness could extend. He could only wait until he left the Chongde Mountains before trying again.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and he was about to take out the jade beads from the space inside his body to draw the starlight into his body, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up the idea.

In the past, he had drawn starlight into his body in Lingyun Sect, Hanxing City, Blood Island and other places. There were Nascent Soul cultivators nearby, but no one noticed.

He is the only one who can see the starlight filling his body, but this is the gate of Haoran Sect after all.

The ten major sects have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, with profound foundation and unpredictable methods. It will not be too late to draw starlight into their bodies after returning to Chongde City.

Chen Yuan made up his mind, rode on his flying light, left Wanzhu Peak and flew towards Mingliu Lake.

Mingliu Lake is not far from Wanzhu Peak. Chen Yuan deliberately controlled his speed and arrived at the valley where Mingliu Lake was located within a quarter of an hour.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he saw that Monk Qingliu was on the island in the middle of the lake, and he immediately descended upon the island with his escaping light.

As usual, Mr. Qingliu was fishing on the shore, holding a book in his hand and reading it carefully.

Before Chen Yuan formed his infant, he could not see through the cultivation level of Mr. Qingliu.

Looking at him again at this time, he found that his Qi was condensed and he was only one step away from the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Chen Yuan understood. No wonder every time he saw Mr. Qingliu, he was fishing and reading on the shore.

He now needs to break through the bottleneck. Simple cultivation is no longer useful. Instead, he needs to comprehend the great way of heaven and earth.

In addition, Mr. Qingliu can also use external forces to forcibly break through the bottleneck.

However, the treasures that can help Nascent Soul cultivators break through the bottleneck are too precious and rare.

Obviously, Mr. Qingliu did not have such a treasure, otherwise he would not have been stuck at the bottleneck.

As soon as Chen Yuan landed, Mr. Qingliu looked up, put down the book, and stood up to greet him.

In the past, when Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan came to Mingliu Lake, he always sat on the bluestone and never got up.

The dragon carp was swimming in the lake near the shore. After seeing Chen Yuan, a look of awe appeared in its golden pupils, and it quietly sank into the water.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Chen Yuan greets the senior."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu bowed and returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you are embarrassing me. You have successfully formed a fetus and are already one of my generation. If you continue to regard yourself as a junior, how should I deal with it?"

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, then changed his words and said, "Daoist Fellow Qingliu."

Those who practice Taoism are all people who seek the truth, so age is not important, only cultivation level is considered, and those who achieve the most will be given the first place.

Before Chen Yuan formed his infant, he was a junior of Mr. Qingliu, but after forming his infant, he naturally became an equal to Mr. Qingliu.

Only between master and disciple, no matter how high the disciple's cultivation level is, he should always regard himself as a disciple in front of the master and must not be disrespectful in the slightest, otherwise he will be despised by his peers.

Chen Yuan changed his address, and Qingliu Lay Buddhist smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please follow me."

The two men walked into the willow forest, came to the thatched cottage, and sat down as host and guest.

The thatched cottage was very simple, with only a square table, two wooden chairs and a straw couch.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu took out a teapot and teacup from the mustard seed ring, poured spiritual tea for Chen Yuan, and apologized: "My humble abode is simple, and I am sorry for the poor hospitality. I hope you will forgive me, Daoist Chen."

Chen Yuan took the tea with both hands and said with a smile: "I once heard a saying, 'Water is not deep, but it is magical if there is a dragon; mountains are not high, but they are famous if there are immortals. This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant.'"

"Although the thatched cottage is simple, Daoist Fellow Qingliu is a great scholar of the time, with a noble character, so how can it be simple?"

Qingliu Lay Buddhist laughed and said, "This is a wonderful statement, but how dare I be compared with the True Dragon Immortal?"

"Before I entered Taoism, my family was poor and I lived in a thatched cottage in the countryside. Later, I was fortunate enough to join our sect."

"After the birth of the infant, I was reminded of the past, so I built a hut in Mingliu Lake and lived there."

"In the blink of an eye, more than 300 years have passed. Looking back today, I can truly say that time flies by, day and night."

Chen Yuan heard this and thought of the separation from his younger sister in the inner demon environment, his face darkened: "Time is like flowing water, the road to immortality is long, once you embark on this road, you can only walk alone, cut off the ties, and there is no turning back."

After experiencing separation again in the illusion, taking back the hand that was extended to his younger sister and severing the ties of family ties with his own hands, Chen Yuan truly understood what it meant to "fight against oneself", and his determination to seek the truth became even stronger.

Qingliu Layman sighed softly: "Fellow Daoist Chen is right. The path of cultivating immortals is always a solitary journey. Even if there is someone accompanying you, you will eventually separate..."

He paused, picked up the teacup, and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I haven't congratulated Fellow Daoist Chen on his successful birth of a baby and his longevity of over a thousand years."

Chen Yuan also smiled, raised his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu put down his teacup and smiled. “Daoyou Chen is out of retreat today. I shouldn’t spoil your fun, but there is one thing I have to tell you.”

"Please speak, Brother Qingliu." Chen Yuan said seriously.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu asked, "After Daoist Fellow Chen came out of retreat, have you noticed any changes in the spiritual veins of Wanzhu Peak?"

Chen Yuan nodded, with a bad feeling in his heart.

Lay Buddhist Qingliu said, "The head master has issued an order. When Fellow Daoist Chen was overcoming the calamity, the essence of the branch veins of Wanzhu Peak was severely damaged, the halls collapsed, and the mountain gate was damaged. You must do something for our sect as compensation."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "I didn't know that such a terrible disaster would happen when I was forming my infant. I almost died from the three disasters, which damaged my spiritual veins and destroyed the mountain gate. It was not my intention. I hope you can forgive me."

In the illusion of the inner demon, the Haoran Sect had its spiritual veins severely damaged and its mountain gate destroyed, so they sent an army to punish them. He was well prepared for this.

Moreover, the damage to the Wanzhu Peak spiritual vein is far less serious than in the Heart Demon's illusion. For the Haoran Sect, which owns a huge spiritual vein, it is no big deal.

Qing Liu Layman sighed, "Of course I know, this is a natural disaster. Not long after you went into seclusion, I told the headmaster about this matter. The headmaster consoled me with a few kind words and had no intention of pursuing the matter."

"But Junior Brother Gu went to Haoran Peak and talked to the Sect Master about something. The Sect Master changed his mind and issued an order to investigate the matter."

Chen Yuan frowned. It was Elder Gu again. Why was he staring at him?

He asked: "Fellow Daoist Qingliu, do you know that I just had some conflicts with Yan Tongchun, why does Elder Gu regard me as a thorn in his side?" (End of this chapter)