Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

After leaving the Jinwu Mountains, Chen Yuan headed north and fled far away.

Last night, he asked Cao Xianji for a map of Donghuazhou and saw the whole picture of Donghuazhou for the first time.

When he was in Lingyun Sect before, his cultivation was too low, and the map he got from the Sutra Library only showed a few countries around Qi State, and the scope was very small.

Only today did he learn that Donghuazhou was about one-third the size of Jiuxianzhou and had more than forty countries of all sizes.

The State of Wei was located in the south-central part of Donghuazhou, and was separated from the State of Qi by the States of Si, Ye, Sheng, and Liang, with a distance of more than 100,000 miles.

The strength of the countries in Donghua Continent varies. Strong ones, such as the Blood Spirit Sect and the Zhiyuan Sect, are large sects that occupy an entire country. They have seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators and even great cultivators in charge.

A weak country like Liang State only has two medium-sized sects, with little power.

Qi State was quite powerful among the countries in Donghua Continent, with six medium-sized sects.

The Zi Yang Sect even has two Nascent Soul cultivators in charge, and its strength is second to none among medium-sized sects.

However, under the massive invasion of the Demon Sect, the State of Qi was unable to resist, and the other small countries were no match. In less than a hundred years, five countries were destroyed.

But the Demon Sect did not kill them all, they just occupied their land and later retreated.

Except for three Nascent Soul cultivators who died and the sects they left behind disappeared, all other sects moved back to their homeland.

According to Master Tong, the world of immortal cultivation was peaceful after the war, and each sect was quietly licking its wounds.

But as Chen Yuan traveled along the way, he saw that the world was in dire straits and all living things were suffering.

Like Wei State, all other countries were filled with refugees. Just in the places Chen Yuan saw, there were dozens of battle formations of varying sizes.

The armored government troops and the refugee soldiers who used woodcuts as weapons fought each other in the dry and cracked riverbed, causing a river of blood to flow.

There were starving people everywhere, and the tragedy of selling children and eating one's own sons could be seen everywhere.

Chen Yuan was used to seeing life and death, and his hands were stained with the blood of countless cultivators and monsters, but he felt heavy-hearted when he saw this scene.

He traveled through four countries in less than ten days. What he saw along the way was just insignificant in some of the countries. If it was so, the situation in other places would be even more miserable.

Faced with this tragic situation, Chen Yuan could only rescue some mortals trapped by the flood.

Natural disasters can be overcome, but man-made disasters are difficult to eliminate.

Chen Yuan could save the hungry refugees and the starving people lying on the roadside for a while, but not forever.

This situation did not improve until he entered the State of Qi.

There were also disasters and refugees in Qi State, but it had not yet entered a completely chaotic era.

Chen Yuan passed through several prefectures, counties and districts, all of which were still under the jurisdiction of the government.

Occasionally, there were uprisings by refugees, but they were quickly suppressed by the government.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, Chen Yuan flew all the way and saw in the distance a mountain range stretching across the land, like a giant dragon, with no end in sight.

There is only one mountain range as magnificent as this in the entire Qi State.

Chen Yuan slowed down his speed, turned his body, flew to the northeast, and arrived at the edge of the Chimang Mountains.

He looked down at the familiar mountains, rivers, and the familiar Leping County.

According to his spiritual sense, Leping County was still prosperous, with bustling streets and numerous caravans with flags flying.

Chenjia Village is more than sixty miles north of the county seat.

Chen Yuan arrived above Chenjia Village. Smoke from cooking fires rose into the sky, the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, and the place was quiet and peaceful.

The last time he returned to Chenjia Village, it had been burned down to a ruined area, with only an old man living there.

More than a hundred years have passed, and this place has regained its popularity, with no traces of the war left any longer.

In the north of Chenjia Village, there is a village surrounded by high stone walls, covering a very large area of ​​several miles in radius.

Teams of soldiers patrolled inside and outside the village. Each of them was strong, wearing leather armor, holding swords and guns, and was on high alert.

Inside the manor, there are courtyards, mills, warehouses, and craftsman shops. In the center is a large house with four courtyards. On the plaque is inscribed four big characters "Dangkou Houdi".

Behind the mansion is a magnificent building with the words "Chen Ancestral Hall" inscribed on it and the door was closed.

Chen Yuan's spiritual sense swept through the inside and outside of the manor, was stunned for a moment, and landed in front of the gate of the Chen clan ancestral hall.

The two black wooden doors were closed tightly, solemnly, with golden couplets engraved on both sides. The right one reads "Study hard and write honestly, and remember the virtues of your ancestors", and the left one reads "Assist the king and the hegemon, and carry forward the achievements of your ancestors".

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, and the wooden door opened silently.

He walked in, passed the patio, and came to the main hall.

There are four golden pillars in the hall, with eternally burning candles, and a wooden platform several stories high, which houses densely packed tablets.

On the topmost layer, there are two chestnut wood tablets, with the words "The spirit tablet of Chen's great-grandfather, whose taboo name is Tiezhu" and "The spirit tablet of Chen's great-grandfather, whose mother is Li" inscribed on them respectively.

The second floor houses three chestnut wood tablets, which, from right to left, are "the spirit tablet of Chen's great-grandfather, whose taboo name is Da Niu", "the spirit tablet of Chen's great-grandfather, whose taboo name is Er Niu", and "the spirit tablet of Chen's great-grandfather, whose taboo name is Er Niu".

Going further down, there are more and more tablets on each level.

Chen Yuan's gaze fell on the two tablets at the top, with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, he sighed, picked up a stick of incense from the bottom of the altar, and inserted it into the incense burner. At this time, footsteps were getting closer and closer, accompanied by a puzzled whisper: "Why is the door of the ancestral hall open? I clearly closed it..."

A young man in his early twenties walked into the ancestral hall. He was wearing a coarse cloth short jacket and holding a broom in his hand.

When he saw Chen Yuan standing in front of the tablet, his expression changed and he clenched the broom in his hand: "Who is it?"

Chen Yuan ignored him, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily three times before standing up.

Chen Yuan took over Chen Erniu's body and lived a new life. Chen Tiezhu and his wife raised him for another three years. He will always remember this kindness in his heart.

When the young man saw Chen Yuan kowtow, his expression relaxed, he let go of the broom in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, you scared me. It's still a long way to go before the New Year's Day ancestor worship. You came here secretly to worship, and I thought you were robbed."

Chen Yuan turned around, looked at the young man, and smiled, "Are you a member of the Chen family?"

The young man was tall, handsome, with fair skin and a frivolous look between his eyebrows, but he was wearing a simple coarse cloth short coat and a pair of straw sandals, which made him look extremely strange.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked Chen Yuan up and down: "What do you mean? How can you enter the ancestral hall if you are not a member of the Chen family?"

He suddenly tightened his grip on the broom and looked at Chen Yuan warily: "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

Chen Yuan said: "I am also a member of the Chen family, you don't have to worry."

The young man's eyes were not less alert at all: "Which family are you from? What's your rank? What's your name?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I should be considered the eldest son of the family, the second child. As for my name, you can call me Chen Erniu."

"Nonsense!" the young man said sternly, "I am from the eldest branch of the family. How could I not know that I have a second brother like you? Who are you? Why do you sneak into the Chen family's ancestral hall? What do you want to do?"

Chen Yuan said: "You should have seen that I am here to worship my parents."

The young man looked hesitant. When he came in just now, Chen Yuan was indeed kneeling and kowtowing. If he was not a member of the Chen family, how could he do that?

He remembered the name Chen Yuan had just said, Chen Erniu... Wait, Chen Erniu?
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the tablet on the far left of the second layer - "The tablet of the Chen family's great ancestor, whose taboo name is Erniu".

He was furious: "You thief, how dare you insult my Chen family's ancestors!"

As he said that, he picked up the broom and hit Chen Yuan on the head with such force that it made a whistling sound.

Chen Yuan shook his head and laughed, raised his hand, grasped the wooden handle of the broom, exerted a little force, and snatched it away.

The young man saw a flash before his eyes and the broom in his hand was taken away.

He was startled and chopped down with another palm, as powerful as a knife.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to block, but the young man's palm knife hit the back of his hand, as if it had hit a piece of steel. His palm was shaking violently, and he stepped back dozens of steps before he could barely steady himself, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Yuan stood there, motionless, without using even a bit of strength.

He put his hand down and praised: "Not bad, at such a young age, you have already developed internal strength. There is great hope that you will achieve innate strength in the future."

The young man was horrified: "You... who are you?"

His martial arts skills are unmatched among the younger generation of the Chen family. He can be considered a master both in the underworld and in the military.

The man in front of him looked to be about the same age as him, but he had not used any true energy. He just relied on his physical body to take his punch. His body did not move at all, but the recoil force was enough to injure his internal organs.

Even his father, a congenital warrior, could not do it without using true qi.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I have already told you, I am Chen Erniu."

"You... cough cough!" The young man was so angry that his internal organs were affected. He coughed heavily twice and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Chen Yuan shook his head, raised his hand, and Chongxuan Peak appeared in his hand out of thin air. It grew to several feet high, flashing with a faint spiritual light, and its momentum was majestic, like a thousand-foot-high mountain.

The young man was stunned. He looked up at the dark yellow mountain peak that almost touched the beams of the ancestral hall and muttered, "This... this..."

It took him a long while to come back to his senses: "Are you a cultivator?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised: "Have you ever seen an immortal cultivator?"

The young man looked up at Chongxuan Peak. There was no more anger on his face, but instead it was filled with awe.

He thought for a moment and said, "You... Sir, wait a moment. I'll be back soon. If you are really the ancestor of Erniu, I have a way to prove it!"

Chen Yuan put away the Chongxuan Peak: "Go quickly and come back quickly."

The young man turned and walked away, but after two steps, he turned back and asked cautiously, "Can I tell anyone about this?"

Chen Yuan turned back to look at the tablet and said casually, "Don't let everyone know."

The young man grinned, covered his chest and abdomen with one hand, ignored the blood dripping from his mouth, turned around and walked quickly out of the ancestral hall.

Chen Yuan's eyes fell on his own tablet, thinking of the three years he had spent in Chenjia Village. Scenes flashed through his mind and memories emerged in his eyes.

About half a minute later, several hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Chen Yuan turned around.

After he entered the ancestral hall, he withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

The young man walked into the ancestral hall, followed by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes holding a scroll in his hand.

There was still blood on the corner of the young man's mouth. He took two steps at a time and came to Chen Yuan, bowing deeply: "I am the unfilial son Chen Yanwei, greeting Uncle Gao!"

When the middle-aged man saw Chen Yuan, his pupils shrank. He unfolded the scroll in his hand, took a look, and bowed deeply: "I, the unfilial descendant Chen Huaide, pay my respects to my great-uncle!" (End of this chapter)