Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan frowned. The Soul-Calming Fruit is a thousand-year-old elixir that has the effect of warming the soul. It is extremely rare and can almost be compared with three thousand year-old elixir.

He said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​do you not want to talk about it?"

Tian You said coldly: "If you can't produce the Soul-Calming Fruit, you can also produce the Fluorescent Spring Grass, or a Bright Heart Orchid, and I will tell you the truth."

Chen Yuan's face darkened. Yingchun grass is an eight hundred year old spiritual herb, and Mingxin orchid is a three hundred year old spiritual herb. Both have the effect of warming the soul.

His black hair suddenly turned white. He pinched Tian You's Nascent Soul's right hand, and the Zhuyan True Fire rose up and poured into the Nascent Soul.

Tian You's face was distorted, and his already illusory Nascent Soul became even more ethereal.

But his eyes were extremely cold and hard: "If you have the guts, burn me to death. Without the spiritual herbs that can nourish the soul, I won't say a word!"

Chen Yuan frowned. Tian You was seeking death, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

It is said that the Jiuli Sect is descended from a beast-taming sect that was feared by the human world in ancient times. It has conducted in-depth research on spirits, souls, and demons, and is unmatched among the ten major sects.

Chen Yuan didn't know if the Jiuli Sect had any means to trace Tian You's death through the changes in the natal lamp and find out that he was the one who killed Tian You.

After all, even a large sect like the Tianji Sect has treasures for predicting the secrets of heaven, so the Jiuli Sect may also have some mysterious magical powers and treasures.

Tian You's behavior might be an attempt to seek death and lure him into a trap.

Chen Yuan retracted the Zhuyan True Fire, and his white hair turned back to black. He said calmly: "Since fellow Taoist doesn't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Tian You said in a weak voice: "Give me a three-hundred-year-old locust tree branch, and I will tell you why our sect is looking for me everywhere. This matter is related to an ancient secret..."

Chen Yuan smiled and ignored him. He put Tian You’s increasingly illusory Nascent Soul back into the jade bottle, took out a soul-sealing talisman and stuck it on.

Three hundred years of ghost locust branches were nothing, and they couldn't help Tian You recover much. Lifting the seal could at most make his Nascent Soul a little more solid.

But Chen Yuan didn't dare to do so. Tian You's Nascent Soul was extremely weak and on the verge of collapse. He had no power to resist at all.

If his Nascent Soul becomes more solid, who knows if he has any means to escape the restrictions he has set.

Chen Yuan puts caution first. Even if he cannot find out the secrets of the Jiuli Sect, he will not agree to any request from Tian You and leave any hidden dangers.

He put away the jade bottle, and with a flash of light, Chen Yuan flew into the sky and fled to the east.

Seven days later, he traveled more than 100,000 miles and returned to his cave on the edge of Fengyuan Mountains. He checked and found that the sound transmission note left for Li Qingshan was still intact.

There was no sign of human presence in Li Qingshan's cave, and compared to when he left six years ago, it was more dusty.

Chen Yuan frowned, spread out his spiritual sense, and explored into the county town.

Li Dalong and his wife and Qinglan still live in the county town and are already looking old.

Qinglan is now over 70 years old. She is graceful and wealthy, with many children and grandchildren. There is no trace of the pure girl she was back then.

Li Dalong and his wife are over ninety years old. Although they have taken elixirs, their hair is gray, their bodies are hunched, and their eyes are cloudy.

It was the middle of winter, the weather was freezing cold, and the two men were wearing thick cotton clothes and sitting on the kang in the house.

Mrs. Li Mi looked at the window paper fluttering in the cold wind, with a worried look on her face: "It's been thirteen years, and Qingshan hasn't come back yet. I don't know what happened to the child..."

Li Dalong was holding a wine glass, which he stopped at his lips, and murmured, "Qingshan is an immortal, with great magical powers, he can fly into the sky and hide underground, and he is immortal, so he will definitely be fine..."

He drank the wine in the cup, picked up the jade wine pot placed in the hot water porcelain basin, filled it again, and drank it. After drinking several cups of warm wine, Li Dalong put down the wine glass, his face flushed: "Thanks to Qingshan, you gave us the magic medicine. I am 93 years old, and I can still drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, hehe... cough cough..."

Chen Yuan withdrew his spiritual sense, his expression somewhat solemn.

Li Qingshan values ​​family the most. His parents and sister are getting older, but he has never come back to visit them once, which is unreasonable.

But he didn't know what happened to Li Qingshan in Ningzhou, and he didn't even know whether Li Qingshan was still in Ningzhou.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, flew to Li's mansion, and dropped his escape light. All the mortals along the way ignored him.

He raised his hand and waved, and the door slowly opened. The cold wind rushed in, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Chen Yuan stepped in. When Li Dalong and his wife saw that it was him, they were surprised and happy. They hurriedly got down from the kang and were about to kneel down and kowtow.

Chen Yuan raised his hand slightly, and an invisible gentle force lifted the two of them up. He smiled and said, "No need to be polite, I came here today to tell you that Qingshan is traveling outside and has not returned yet..."

He comforted them with kind words, and Li Dalong and his wife finally felt relieved and thanked Chen Yuan repeatedly.

Seeing that the two were no longer worried about Li Qingshan, Chen Yuan did not stay any longer. He rode on his light, left the county town and flew eastward.

……

Yuqing Sea, Tianji Island.

As the sun rises in the east, the market town, which was a little quiet at night, becomes more prosperous.

The shops reopened to welcome customers, and monks walked out of the caves they rented. There were also many foreign monks who descended on the outside of the market, took out their pass tokens, and walked into the market with full of expectations.

To the north of Tianji Island, the Tianji Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, with peaks upon peaks, ancient pines and cypresses, waterfalls and flowing springs. It is as beautiful as a fairyland. No one can tell that this is a demonic sect.

In the sky, lights of escape were coming and going. The Qi-refining disciples who were unable to fly were running in the forests between the mountains.

A beam of light passed through most of the mountain range and came to Yueying Peak, where it stopped, revealing the figure of a young monk.

He landed in front of the cave on the top of the mountain, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Respectful Uncle Master, I am Lin Hu, the steward of the Welcoming Pavilion, and I am here on the orders of Elder Mao to inform you that an old friend of yours is visiting, and I have something to give you."

After a while, the stone door of the cave opened, and a gentle voice came out: "Come in."

The young monk stepped in, passed through a passage, and came to an elegantly furnished stone hall.

Sitting on the main seat was a woman in a light green silk dress. She was extremely beautiful and had a cold face. It was Jing Shuhan.

A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she asked, "What did my old friend ask you to bring?"

The young monk took out a wooden box with a soul-sealing talisman on it from his storage bag and presented it with both hands.

Jing Shuhan raised his hand and took the wooden box in his hand. When he opened it, his eyes slowly widened and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was a jade pendant in the box, carved with a pair of mandarin ducks entwined around their necks. It was white and delicate, and sparkled with spiritual light. It was a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Jing Shuhan blinked and regained his cool demeanor.

She closed the wooden box and stood up: "Please lead the way, Junior Brother Lin. I want to go meet this old friend." (End of this chapter)