Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several beams of light flew out from the Guanlan Sect's mountain gate.

At the same time, the formation that had been hidden before appeared, like an inverted jade bowl, covering the entire Shuofeng City.

The rays of light stopped beside him, revealing several cultivators, all of whom had reached the Jindan stage of cultivation.

The leading cultivator, a late Jindan cultivator, looked anxious: "Master, are you injured?"

The old man coughed twice and waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the sky covered by wind and snow to the north of Shuofeng City.

He whispered, "Master is fine. The beast tide is coming. You should quickly dispatch our disciples to guard the four city walls, activate the formation in the city, protect the mortal farmland to avoid being affected, and recruit monks in the city to resist the beast tide together."

The late Jindan cultivator's face changed: "Master, it has only been more than 30 years since the last beast tide. How could the demons move south again so soon?"

The old man's face darkened: "Don't say anything more!"

"Yes!" The cultivator in the late Jindan stage did not dare to ask any more questions. He immediately agreed and turned to leave.

Several other Jindan cultivators clasped their fists and bowed. Some flew back to the sect, some flew to the market town, and some flew to the city wall, each doing their own job to resist the beast tide.

Every few dozen or hundreds of years, a tide of beasts would move south. Shuofeng City was close to the ice field, and the monks of Guanlan Sect had a wealth of experience in resisting the tide of beasts.

At this time, Chen Yuan, Wei Zhushi and Xiao Chengmo had already walked out of Bingling Pavilion. Chen Yuan could see clearly that the old man's cultivation was not low. He had cultivated to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage and touched the bottleneck of the middle stage, but his whole body's Qi was fluctuating and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

This person's spiritual awareness was not as good as Chen Yuan's, and he did not notice his spiritual awareness investigation.

When Chen Yuan heard the conversation between the old man and the others, he felt a little curious. He didn't expect that he would encounter a tide of beasts just after arriving in Hanzhou.

However, as the cultivator in the late Jindan stage said, a tide of beasts broke out in Hanzhou more than 30 years ago.

In just thirty years, the number of low-level monsters has not exceeded the carrying capacity of the ice field. How could a new tide of monsters break out?

At this moment, a beam of light broke through the wind and snow and headed straight for Shuofeng City.

"Old Ghost Tang, you are looking for death!"

The escaping light stopped above Shuofeng City, revealing a burly man.

This man had white hair and white eyebrows, which were casually scattered on his shoulders. He had a muscular build and wore a snow-white cloak, looking very majestic.

He glared at the old man and said word by word, "Old Ghost Tang, I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless as to sneak into my cave and steal the Frost Chi Grass!"

"Hand over the Hanchi grass, and I will leave now. Otherwise, I will definitely massacre this Shuofeng City and Guanlan Sect, leaving no one alive!"

His voice was like a burst of thunder, spreading throughout the entire Shuofeng City.

The mortals in the city raised their hands to cover their chests, and many of them fell to the ground, dying of a ruptured heart.

A dozen foundation-building monks holding formation plates flew to the sky above the east of the city and activated the formation to protect the mortals from being affected.

In front of monks and monsters, mortals are too fragile.

Only those exceptionally strong soldiers, protected by the Shuofeng City formation, suffered no casualties, though looks of pain were revealed on their faces.

All the monks in Shuofeng Market heard this and started talking about it.

"What is the cold chi grass?"

"Is that Master Tang Daozhou, the head of Guanlan Sect?"

"Who is that white-haired man?"

"He calls himself the king. His pressure is so strong and his demonic aura is so strong. I wonder which demon king he is in disguise..."

But when Xiao Chengmo and Wei Zhushi heard the white-haired man's words, their expressions changed slightly. They looked at each other, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he bowed and said, "My two Taoist friends, do you know the origin of this cold chi grass? I wonder if you can help me solve this puzzle?"

Wei Zhushi was surprised and asked, "How come you have never heard of the cold chi grass?"

Chen Yuan said: "I came from another state and want to go to the ice field to hunt monsters. I don't know much about Hanzhou yet, and this is the first time I heard the name of Hanchi grass."

"It can make the Shapeshifting Demon King go to war. This cold chi grass should be a thousand-year-old spiritual grass, right?"

Xiao Chengmo looked him over and said, "May I ask your name, fellow Taoist? Which state are you from?"

Chen Yuan weighed the pros and cons, raised his hand and took off the mask, revealing his true face: "I am Chen Yuan, from Renzhou, a casual cultivator."

He didn't want to reveal his identity, but now something unexpected has happened. It is meaningless to hide his identity in front of Xiao Chengmo and Wei Zhushi. He simply told them the truth and was able to get some information from them.

Xiao Chengmo remained calm and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Chen. This Hanchi grass is a thousand-year-old spiritual grass that is unique to Hanzhou. It is extremely rare and has a miraculous effect on helping ice-attribute cultivators break through bottlenecks."

"You came from Renzhou, so naturally you have never heard of the name of Hanchi grass."

Chen Yuan suddenly realized, "So that's why the transformed demon king was so furious. It seems that Sect Master Tang of Guanlan Sect stole a piece of Frost Chi Grass from the transformed demon king, which caused the demon king to chase him."

The aptitude of Ice Spiritual Roots is equivalent to that of Earth Spiritual Roots, and there is only one in a hundred cultivators.

However, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in Hanzhou contains a thin layer of ice power, which makes the number of ice spiritual root cultivators here far more than in other states.

Moreover, Hanzhou is rich in ice-attributed spiritual herbs and materials. It is much easier for cultivators with ice spiritual roots to practice than other cultivators.

Over time, almost half of the high-level cultivators in Hanzhou are cultivators with ice spiritual roots.

Since this Hanchi grass is very effective in helping ice root cultivators break through bottlenecks, it is not surprising that it has caused competition among Nascent Soul cultivators and transformed demon kings.

Xiao Chengmo looked up at the white-haired man. At this distance, the spiritual sense of a Jindan cultivator could not sense it, but he could see it clearly.

He frowned and said, "Master Wei, this should be the Xiong Lie Demon King, right?"

Wei Zhushi said: "He has white hair and eyebrows, and a burly figure. He must be the Xiong Lie Demon King. This demon may look rough, but he is actually extremely cunning."

"In the past few beast tides, Xiong Lie broke through three strong cities and massacred three small sects."

"They are waiting for other transformed demon kings to consume their energy first, and then they take advantage of the opportunity to attack. The fishermen gain the advantage, and the losses of their demon beasts are minimal."

After saying that, he glanced at Chen Yuan with a smile on his face.

Just now in Bingling Pavilion, Chen Yuan's words were interrupted by Xiong Lie's angry roar, but he still heard that Chen Yuan wanted to inquire about the news about the transformed demon king.

Although something unexpected has happened and even the transformed demon king has appeared, Master Wei still has not forgotten his duty and wants to make a deal with Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan also saw what Master Wei meant, and his heart moved, and he responded with a smile.

Xiao Chengmo nodded: "This Xiong Lie is cunning by nature. Whether the Han Chi grass was really stolen from his cave by Sect Master Tang is still unclear."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Daozhou shouted, "Xiong Lie, stop slandering me! I went deep into the ice field several times before I found this Hanchi grass. How could I have stolen it from your cave?" The white-haired man angrily said, "Bullshit! If I hadn't built a separate mansion and guarded the Hanchi grass day and night, it would have been picked by someone long ago. How could it be your turn?"

"Could it be that when you picked the Frost Chi Grass, you didn't see the formation I set up?"

Tang Daozhou's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Humans and demons cannot coexist. Now that this cold chi grass has fallen into my hands, even if it is destroyed, I will never give it back to you!"

The two men spoke in such a loud voice that their voices could be heard throughout the city.

Xiao Chengmo smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the Han Chi grass was really stolen by Sect Master Tang from Xiong Lie. Xiong Lie prides himself on being smart, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a big loss this time."

Wei Zhushi frowned and said, "That Hanchi grass should not be mature yet, otherwise Xiong Lie would have taken it away long ago."

"But if it's a cold chi grass that's less than a thousand years old, it's not worth it for Xiong Lie to mobilize so many troops."

"It seems that Sect Master Tang must have used some method to make this cold chi grass continue to grow after it was picked."

Xiao Chengmo nodded slightly: "Maybe he used some kind of treasure to ripen this cold chi grass."

When Xiong Lie heard Tang Daozhou's answer, he laughed in anger: "Then I will massacre this Shuofeng City with blood!"

The Hanchi grass was related to whether he could purify his bloodline and advance to the ninth-level demon king. But when it was stolen by Tang Daozhou, hundreds of years of hard work went to waste. He was filled with murderous intent and rage.

Xiong Lie howled to the sky, his voice echoing for thousands of miles. On the northern ice field, the monster broke through the wind and snow and headed straight for Shuofeng City!

The cultivators in Shuofeng City could not see this scene as they were dozens of miles away, but Chen Yuan's spiritual sense was enough to cover an area of ​​two hundred miles in radius, so he could see it clearly.

Thousands of monsters gathered together, each of them was about ten feet in size and ferocious and terrifying, like a raging wave, sweeping in and covering the sky and the earth. The Shuofeng City, which was a hundred miles in radius, seemed so small.

A Jindan cultivator from the Guanlan Sect rushed to the northern wall. Upon seeing this scene, he mobilized his true energy and shouted, "A beast tide is coming. Be on high alert!"

Xiong Lie said coldly: "Old Ghost Tang, I know that you are good at escaping and I can't catch up with you. I have already ordered my men to assemble and head straight to Shuofeng City. I want to see if you are willing to abandon Guanlan Sect for that piece of Hanchi grass!"

The monks in the market town became panicked, the beast tide was actually coming!

At this time, Tang Daozhou's disciple, the late Jindan cultivator, came to the sky above the market, clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "The beast tide is coming, and the lips and teeth are in danger. I hope that fellow Taoists will lend a hand and fight against the beast tide together!"

A monk responded immediately, but more people remained silent.

Tang Daozhou stole the spiritual herbs from Xiong Lie, which led to a tide of beasts, but dragged them into it. He had some resentment towards Guanlan Sect in his heart.

The late Jindan cultivator looked around and saw few responders, and most of them were cultivators on good terms with the Guanlan Sect.

The other cultivators, especially those from the Bingling Sect and the other five medium-sized sects, remained silent.

His eyes flashed, he looked at Xiao Chengmo, clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, the beast tide is coming, I hope you can lend a hand!"

Xiao Chengmo frowned, then smiled and said, "Friend Han, please be patient. It is our duty to resist the beast tide. I will never stand idly by."

Naturally, he did not want to get involved in this matter, but as an elder of the Ice Spirit Sect, he could not retreat in the face of the beast tide.

This is the righteous cause of the Bingling Sect, the unshirkable responsibility of being the largest sect in Hanzhou, and the fundamental reason why the Bingling Sect can occupy 50% of the spirit stone mines in Hanzhou and directly control half of Hanzhou.

Xiao Chengmo spoke, and three of the other five medium-sized sects' cultivators also echoed his words.

Many cultivators did not recognize Xiao Chengmo and were discussing: "Who is this Jindan Master? He is so valued by Master Han."

"He is standing with Bingling Pavilion's Wei, could he be a cultivator from Bingling Sect?"

"There is another person beside this Master Xiao. I wonder which Jindan Master he is?"

Someone guessed Xiao Chengmo's identity and explained, "Who else could the Jindan Master surnamed Xiao from Bingling Sect be? It must be Master Xiao Chengmo, who killed three level seven monsters in Bingling City during the last beast tide!"

"It's actually him? It is said that this Master Xiao once fought against a true disciple of the Weizhou Blood Flame Sect and won. That person is a true disciple of one of the ten major sects!"

Shuofeng City gathers cultivators from all over Hanzhou, and there are many well-informed people there.

Soon, Xiao Chengmo's identity spread.

When everyone looked at him again, their eyes were filled with awe.

Chen Yuan took in all the conversations of these cultivators and was slightly surprised: "Fellow Daoist Xiao has such a great reputation. I am ignorant of it."

Xiao Chengmo said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you are too kind. I am just a name with a false reputation."

Wei Zhushi said, "Elder Xiao is too modest. If Elder Xiao claims to be the second best among the Jindan cultivators in Hanzhou, who dares to claim to be the first?"

Xiao Chengmo shook his head: "The world of immortal cultivation is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Who knows how many amazing talents there are who have hidden themselves from the world?"

"Elder Xiao is right." Elder Wei nodded, but there was a look of disapproval in his eyes, and it was obvious that he did not agree with it.

……

Xiao Chengmo was extremely famous in Hanzhou. He agreed to the request of the cultivator named Han and helped Guanlan Sect resist the beast tide, which immediately attracted responses from many cultivators.

The cultivator surnamed Han was overjoyed and said loudly: "According to convention, Shuofeng City is one of the seven great cities. Qi-refining cultivators who participate in the war can receive five low-grade spirit stones every day."

"Two mid-grade spirit stones for foundation-building cultivators every day, and one high-grade spirit stone for Jindan cultivators every day."

"Our sect will not take a single cent of the materials for the demon pills from the demon beasts that you have killed!"

This is the rule of Hanzhou. Monks cannot be forced to defend the city. If foreign monks are willing to resist the beast tide, the sect to which the city belongs must compensate them with spirit stones.

The amount of spirit stones distributed by the sect varies depending on the size of the city.

The spirit stones that Guanlan Sect gave to the cultivators may seem like not much, but since no one knows when the beast tide will recede, it is actually a huge expense.

Soon, more than a dozen foundation-building monks from the Guanlan Sect came to the market town, set up tables on several main streets, wrote down the names of the monks participating in the battle, and distributed today's spirit stones.

The cultivator surnamed Han descended his light of escape and came to Xiao Chengmo's side. He clasped his fists and bowed, saying sincerely, "Fellow Daoist Xiao and Chief Wei, your kindness in helping us will be remembered by everyone in Guanlan Sect."

Xiao Chengmo returned the greeting and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Han, there is no need to be polite. Fighting against the beast tide is the responsibility of the cultivators of our Bingling Sect."

Wei Zhushi also bowed in return, speaking very modestly.

"You two Daoists are so righteous!" The cultivator surnamed Han praised and looked at Chen Yuan, "This Daoist is..."

Chen Yuan bowed and said, "I am Chen Yuan, a casual cultivator from Renzhou."

Wei explained: "Fellow Daoist Chen has a high level of cultivation, even higher than Wei. This time he came to Hanzhou to hunt monsters in the ice field."

When the cultivator surnamed Han heard that Chen Yuan was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, he quickly returned the greeting: "So it's Fellow Daoist Chen. I'm so sorry. Are you willing to help our sect resist the beast tide?"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "Chen is not in a position to take action for the time being." (End of this chapter)