Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Song Ming took the dark green branch, examined it carefully, and nodded with a smile: "It is indeed a thousand-year-old dragon locust branch, of excellent quality, I will change it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, and the ice-blue stone in front of him slowly flew over.

Xiang Ji raised his sleeves and handed the stone to the handsome monk standing behind him, saying calmly: "Xiao Yu, this piece of thousand-year-old cold iron is given to you. It will be twice as effective with half the effort when you refine your life magic weapon in the future."

The handsome monk respectfully took the ice-blue stone with both hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for your generous gift!"

He put the ice-blue stone into his storage bag. Song Ming stroked his beard and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Xiang, a great teacher produces a great student. Junior Brother Han's future achievements will surely be limitless."

Xiang Ji said calmly: "My disciple is naturally dull and stubborn, and I will need Brother Song's help in the future."

"Okay, okay." Song Ming smiled and looked at Chen Yuan and Xiao Mingyuan again. "This spider flower is extremely rare. Are you interested?"

Master He and Young Master Tang Jiu were silent. Xiao Mingyuan pondered for a while and said, "I want this Ten Thousand Spider Flower, but three top-grade spirit stones are a bit too much. I am willing to pay two top-grade spirit stones."

Song Ming shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Xiao is an elder of Jiangxian Mountain. Your sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has a profound foundation. He must know how to use the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers to prepare spiritual liquid and temper the body."

"This Ten Thousand Spider Flower is equivalent to a thousand-year-old spiritual herb for tempering the body for you. You only took out two top-grade spiritual stones, which is too little."

He spoke to Xiao Mingyuan, but his eyes were always on Chen Yuan.

But Chen Yuan remained motionless, with a calm expression, and seemed to have no intention of bidding.

Xiao Mingyuan was quite surprised to see Chen Yuan didn't move, and said, "To prepare the spiritual liquid with the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers, we need two thousand-year-old spiritual herbs to neutralize the toxicity, but some will still remain."

"When soaking in spiritual fluid, the toxicity will corrode the body, and the side effects are not small. The price of two top-grade spiritual stones is already very fair."

Song Ming frowned slightly and looked at Chen Yuan, still without any movement.

Upon seeing this, Master He had an idea and secretly sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, our sect has a method to prepare spiritual liquid with the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers. I can make the decision and give it to you."

He wanted to make friends with Chen Yuan, and when he saw that he didn't make an offer, he thought that he didn't know how to prepare the spiritual liquid with the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers, so he immediately offered to help.

Physical cultivation is difficult, and the difficulty lies in tempering the flesh. Although the spiritual liquid prepared with the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers has side effects, it can strengthen the body, which is already very rare. No physical cultivator will miss it.

But Chen Yuan declined politely: "I appreciate your kindness, but this spider flower is not suitable for me. I'd better give it to Xiao Daoist Fellow."

There was a flash of surprise in Master He's eyes, but since the decision had been made, he couldn't persuade him anymore and could only give up.

Song Ming waited for a while, and seeing that Chen Yuan still didn't make an offer, he shook his head and said, "Okay, two top-grade spirit stones, and this Ten Thousand Spider Flower is for Fellow Daoist Xiao."

Xiao Mingyuan revealed a smile, took out two top-grade spirit stones from the mustard seed ring, handed them to Song Ming, and accepted the Ten Thousand Spider Flower.

He sent a voice message to Chen Yuan: "Thank you, Daoist Fellow Chen, for letting me go. I owe you a favor."

He didn't know whether Chen Yuan had the method to prepare spiritual liquid with the Ten Thousand Spider Flowers, but he followed Master He to the trade fair, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to obtain this method.

But Chen Yuan did not compete with him. Although he had no shortage of spirit stones, he could not refuse this favor.

Chen Yuan said calmly: "A gentleman does not take away what others like. Since Fellow Daoist Xiao has asked, I will do him a favor."

Xiao Mingyuan nodded slightly, and there was a hint of intimacy in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yuan.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan understood that it seemed that Xiao Mingyuan really had no ill will towards him.

He deliberately gave the Ten Thousand Spider Flower to Xiao Mingyuan, firstly to test his attitude towards him, and secondly because his physical body had already broken through the ninth level bottleneck, and the spiritual liquid configured in the Ten Thousand Spider Flower had no effect on him.

The method of preparing this spiritual liquid is still a secret in Donghuazhou, but it is widely circulated in Jiuxianzhou.

Chen Yuan bought it when he was shopping for the recipe for Nascent Soul stage elixir in Wanling Pavilion Market.

After all, the Ten Thousand Spider Flower is not a proper body-hardening elixir. It takes an unconventional approach and is only effective against physical cultivators equivalent to level eight monsters.

……

Song Ming took out two treasures, and then it was the turn of Master Tang Jiu.

He took out five things at once, and the room was filled with sparkle and light.

He gently waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "When Master Huquan passed away, I also went to share a piece of the pie. I got two mid-level magic weapons and three high-quality spiritual materials."

"Fellow Daoists, please make your own bids. Wind-attributed spiritual materials, Nascent Soul stage elixirs, and top-grade spiritual stones are best. Top-grade spiritual stones are also acceptable, but the price will have to be higher."

Everyone looked over, but Chen Yuan was a little confused. He secretly sent a message to Master He: "Fellow Daoist He, who is this Master Huquan?"

Master He explained, "This person was the abbot of the Three Immortals Temple in Jing Country. He lived for more than 900 years and just passed away four months ago."

"There was no one to succeed the Three Immortals Temple, and no cultivators had formed infants. The other two major sects in Jing Country broke through the mountain gate and the entire sect was destroyed. Fellow Daoist Tang and another independent cultivator also participated in the incident and made considerable contributions."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled. This was the first time he heard that a medium-sized sect was destroyed.

The Master Huquan had just passed away, and the Nascent Soul inheritance was cut off. In the blink of an eye, the Three Immortals Temple disappeared into thin air and no longer existed.

The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel that there is no such thing as a sect's orthodoxy that will last forever.

Chen Yuan suddenly remembered the broken Taixuan stele he had obtained in Chongde Market.

Even in the ancient times, one battle wiped out 100,000 demons, including 34 transformed demon kings. After the war, the Taixuan Sect, which was celebrated by "ten thousand cultivators coming to congratulate", also disappeared in the long river of time without leaving any name. We can only get a glimpse of the style of the ancient Xuanmen sect from the incomplete inscriptions on the tombstones.

The Taixuan Sect even sealed up a large spiritual vein and used it as a spiritual medicine garden. Even the ten major sects in the Jiuxianzhou could hardly match such a large undertaking.

After Chen Yuan returned to Lingyun Sect, in addition to refining pills, he also consulted the sect's classics, but there was no record related to Taixuan Sect.

When he asked Qi Yuanshan for the secret technique of implanting the demon pill, he also asked about the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain.

It was the Zi Yang Sect that first discovered the secret realm of Dong Xu Mountain and was also the first to enter it, so it should know a lot of secrets.

But Qi Yuanshan knew nothing about Taixuan Sect. Only the sect leaders of all generations were qualified to know the secrets related to the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain. Even the supreme elder was not aware of them.

Chen Yuan's mind was wandering as he pondered over the affairs of the Taixuan Sect. The spiritual herbs and magic weapons in Young Master Tang Jiu's hands had been exchanged for by other people one after another, mainly to Master He and Song Ming.

The five things that Young Master Tang Jiu had were all mid-level magic weapons and ordinary high-quality spiritual materials, which were of little use to Nascent Soul cultivators.

But Song Ming is the leader of a sect, and Master He is the elder of the White Crane Sect. They both have disciples to take care of, and they have a great demand for these things.

They would not take out top-grade spirit stones or Nascent Soul stage elixirs in exchange, but would instead take out high-grade spiritual materials and spirit stones of equivalent value so as not to suffer a loss.

Young Master Tang Jiu was also quite satisfied with these transactions. After all five items were exchanged, he leaned back in his chair, gently fanning himself with a smile on his face.

"My apologies, Xiao." Xiao Mingyuan clasped his fists towards Master He and Chen Yuan, then took out a jade bottle. "I have three Falling Ying Pills in my hand, and I want to exchange them for a thousand-year-old spiritual herb for tempering the body."

As he spoke, he opened the cork, tilted the bottle slightly, and poured out three light purple pills, filled with spiritual energy that lingered, which was the hallmark of Nascent Soul Stage pills.

Everyone stared at the three pills closely, only Master He and Xiang Ji looked calm and didn't care.

Xiang Ji had already broken through the bottleneck of the middle stage. Master He had practiced hard for hundreds of years and had already reached the peak of the early stage. He no longer needed the elixir of the early stage of Nascent Soul.

But Chen Yuan, Tang Qigongzi and Song Ming still needed elixirs to improve their cultivation. When they saw Xiao Mingyuan take out the Luoying Pill, a hint of eagerness flashed in their eyes.

But none of them answered. Although Nascent Soul stage elixirs are precious, thousand-year-old body-tempering spiritual herbs are even rarer.

Neither Mr. Tang Qi nor Song Ming could produce it. Although Chen Yuan could produce the Thousand-Year Dragon Scale Fruit, he would not exchange it for three Falling Flower Pills.

Young Master Tang Qi waved his folding fan faster and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are so rare that I have never seen them before, but there are many other treasures. Can you change the conditions?"

Song Ming also said: "Fellow Daoist Tang is right. I can't take it out either. Even if Fellow Daoist Chen has it, I'm afraid he will refine it himself. Fellow Daoist, please change the conditions."

"There are thousand-year-old body-tempering spiritual herbs at the Tianxuan auction this time. Three of them are being auctioned together. It won't be too late for Fellow Daoist Xiao to buy them then."

Xiao Mingyuan said: "I will not miss the opportunity to get the Body Tempering Spiritual Herb at the auction."

"Since none of you Daoists have the spiritual herbs for tempering the body, I can only refine these three Falling Flower Pills by myself."

He put the three pills back into the jade bottle and put it away. Both Master Tang Qi and Song Ming were a little disappointed.

Xiao Mingyuan took out two more things: "I still have a piece of shadowless iron and a Skyfire Talisman left over from ancient times, which seals the Skyfire Flowing Waterfall magical power and can withstand a blow from a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. I will exchange each for four top-grade spirit stones."

Young Master Tang Jiu's eyes lit up: "I am willing to give you four top-grade spirit stones in exchange for this Heavenly Fire Talisman!"

Song Ming stroked his beard lightly: "Heavenly Fire Waterfall... I am willing to give you five pieces of top-grade spirit stones."

Master He also interjected, "I am willing to offer six pieces of top-grade spirit stones!"

The Sky Fire Talisman caused three people to scramble for it, but Chen Yuan's eyes fell on the Shadowless Iron that no one was interested in.

He had also heard of the name of the Sky Fire Waterfall, which was a powerful fire-based magical power that was sealed in a talisman. It could be activated instantly and could serve as a life-saving trump card at a critical moment.

This technique of talisman making has long been lost as the related spiritual materials became extinct. Only a few remnants remain in the caves of ancient monks or in the remaining ancient secret realms.

Shadowless Iron is a top-grade spiritual material with golden properties. It is quite rare. Its surface is colorful and slightly changing, which makes people dazzled.

However, there were no gold-type cultivators among the people present, so Shadowless Iron was not in great demand.

Young Master Tang Jiu and his two companions bid for the item, and the Heavenly Fire Talisman was finally exchanged for eight top-grade spirit stones by Master He.

For a consumable talisman, no matter how powerful it is, the price is really high.

But the people present were not surprised. Young Master Tang Jiu and Song Ming were even a little unwilling that they could not defeat Master He.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan understood in his heart that no matter whether the people present knew about the Demon Realm or not, they all knew that the situation in Donghua Continent might change drastically, and they had spared no expense in order to improve their strength.

After Master He put away the Skyfire Talisman, Chen Yuan bowed to Xiao Mingyuan and said, "I am willing to give you four pieces of top-grade spirit stones in exchange for this piece of shadowless iron in your hand."

This was his first bid, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. Xiao Mingyuan looked around and saw that no one was bidding against Chen Yuan, so he nodded and said, "Since no one is bidding, this piece of shadowless iron will belong to you, Taoist friend."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, took out three top-grade spirit stones, handed them to Xiao Mingyuan, and accepted the shadowless iron.

This thing happens to be among the spiritual materials needed to repair the ancient teleportation array.

Next it was Master He's turn to show his treasures. He took out two top-grade spiritual materials, which were of similar value to the treasures taken out by the previous three people. Song Ming took out two top-grade spiritual stones and exchanged them for one of them, leaving the other one unclaimed.

He shook his head helplessly, put away the spiritual materials, and smiled at Chen Yuan: "What kind of treasure did you bring today, Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Chen Yuan took out six pieces of top-grade spiritual stones and said calmly: "I don't have any treasures in my hand, only a few pieces of top-grade spiritual stones, I want to exchange for the three spiritual materials of Tianmeng Crystal, Nine-Colored Mud, and Shocking Cicada Liquid."

He named three kinds of spiritual materials in succession before stopping.

After purchasing the Shadowless Iron, there were still eight kinds of spiritual materials missing to repair the ancient teleportation array.

Apart from the five kinds of spiritual materials exchanged at the auction, namely Liuguang Fire, Tianluo Wood and Yanli Wood, there are still three kinds of spiritual materials.

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, no one answered. He frowned and said, "If you fellow Taoists are unwilling to exchange for top-grade spirit stones, you can also offer other conditions. I will do my best to meet them."

Young Master Tang Jiu shook his head and said, "The three spiritual materials that Fellow Daoist Chen mentioned are too rare. I have only heard of them but have never seen them."

Song Ming stroked his beard and sighed: "I have seen the Tianmeng Crystal from a fellow Taoist, but that was two hundred years ago, and I can't do anything about it."

Chen Yuan looked at Master He and Xiao Mingyuan again. They both shook their heads repeatedly, and Xiang Ji remained silent.

Chen Yuan sighed inwardly and changed his words: "If you don't have these three spiritual materials, an eighth-level demon pill will do."

Xiang Ji slowly said, "What kind of demon pill does Fellow Daoist Chen need?"

Chen Yuan was delighted: "It doesn't matter what the attribute is, as long as it is an eighth-level demon pill."

Xiang Ji took out a wooden box with a spirit-sealing talisman on it from the mustard seed ring, peeled off the talisman, opened the lid of the box, revealing a fist-sized iron-blue demon pill.

He said, "Twenty years ago, Xiang traveled to the Southern Wilds and killed an eighth-level Iron Crown Eagle King. I am willing to exchange this pill for the six top-grade spirit stones in your hand."

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense and investigated carefully. A huge amount of golden demonic power was condensed in the iron-blue demon pill, which was extremely sharp.

"I have changed." He nodded slightly, raised his hand and six top-grade spirit stones flew over slowly.

Xiang Ji took the spirit stone, raised his sleeve and flicked the box lid, closing it again and flying towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took the wooden box and checked it again with his spiritual sense. After making sure there was no problem, he put it into the mustard seed ring.

Next it was finally Xiang Ji's turn to show his treasure. Chen Yuan was quite looking forward to what kind of treasure this middle-Nascent Soul cultivator would take out.

But to his disappointment, Xiang Ji only took out two top-grade spiritual materials, which were not even as good as the shadowless iron that Xiao Mingyuan took out.

However, Xiang Ji was not acting without purpose. These two spiritual materials were of wind and wood attributes respectively, and were exchanged by Song Ming and Young Master Tang Jiu.

In fact, the treasures that everyone took out were quite precious and rarely seen in the hands of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, Chen Yuan is knowledgeable and has handled many treasures, so his vision is much higher than that of ordinary people.

However, he also knew that these people must have more precious treasures in their hands, but they had to keep them for the Tianxuan Auction and would not take them out now.

The trade fair ended here, and everyone exchanged their experiences in cultivation, and did not disperse until late at night.

Young Master Tang Jiu and Chen Yuan got along quite well, so he went to Chen Yuan's residence, took out a jar of spirit wine, and invited him to drink and have fun.

Chen Yuan also wanted to make friends with Master Tang Jiu, so he agreed.

The two of them raised their glasses to drink, talked about anecdotes and interesting things in the world of immortal cultivation, and laughed happily. Before they knew it, a night had passed.

Young Master Tang Jiu is very famous in the immortal cultivation world of Donghua Continent. He was born into a small immortal cultivation family in the State of Cai. His parents are both mortals, but he himself has wind spiritual roots and is extremely talented.

He started practicing at the age of fifteen, established his foundation at the age of thirty, and never lost a fight with cultivators of the same level.

Everyone in the Tang family is proud of Young Master Tang Jiu, and they hope that he will achieve great success in his cultivation and be able to support the entire family.

The patriarch of the Tang family, who is also the only Jindan cultivator in the Tang family, is extremely fond of Young Master Tang Jiu and always responds to his requests. Today he gives him a bottle of elixir, tomorrow he gives him a spiritual weapon, and he preaches to him once a month.

The head of the Tang family is over 400 years old and his life span is coming to an end, but there is no other cultivator in the clan who has reached the Jindan stage. Only if Young Master Tang Jiu reaches the Jindan stage can the Tang family's heritage be preserved.

Young Master Tang Jiu lived up to the Tang family's expectations. He broke through the bottleneck of the middle stage at the age of sixty and the bottleneck of the late stage at the age of ninety. After another ten years, he cultivated to the peak of the late stage and touched the bottleneck of Jindan.

Just as Young Master Tang Jiu was about to form the golden elixir and lead the Tang family to prosperity, the Tang family suddenly suffered a devastating disaster.

The State of Cai was located on the edge of the Southern Wilds, which was the world of monsters and beasts.

An eighth-level flying bear demon king had a grudge with a Nascent Soul cultivator from the State of Cai. He sneaked into the State of Cai and had a fierce battle with the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The aftermath of the battle between the two sides affected the Tang family. Most of the cultivators of the Tang family died, and the head of the Tang family was unfortunately killed in order to protect Young Master Tang Jiu.

From then on, the Tang family fell into decline. Two neighboring immortal cultivation families raided the Tang family's territory. Young Master Tang Jiu was only a cultivator in the late foundation building stage. He was powerless to save the situation and fled to the southern wilderness alone.

No one knew what opportunity he had obtained. Three hundred years later, he returned to the State of Cai and had already reached the Nascent Soul stage. He killed all the people in the two families.

Young Master Tang Jiu was still unwilling to give up and went to find the sect where the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Cai State was.

The Nascent Soul cultivator had already passed away. The new sect leader had a fierce battle with Young Master Tang Jiu, but was no match for him and nearly died.

He fled back to the mountain gate and hid there, refusing to come out. Young Master Tang Jiu blocked the gate, drinking and having fun every day. When he finished the spiritual wine, he brought fine wine from the mortal world.

The low-level monks in the sect did not dare to leave the mountain gate even a step.

This sect had no choice but to offer a large amount of spirit stones and elixirs, and the entire sect wore mourning clothes, observing three days of mourning for the Tang family. Only then did the Ninth Master Tang leave.

He did not rebuild the Tang family, but quietly left the Cai State.

Five years later, he returned to the former site of the Tang family and placed the head of the Flying Bear Demon King in front of the Tang family cemetery.

Since then, Young Master Tang Jiu has entered the Southern Wilderness many times to hunt down the transformed demon king.

It is known that three transformed demon kings died at his hands, and his battle with Fierce Wind Falcon for 170,000 miles made him famous in Donghua Continent.

Although Young Master Tang Jiu is only a casual cultivator, his reputation is no less than that of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, and no one dares to underestimate him.

……

Chen Yuan and Young Master Tang Jiu were toasting each other, and when the jar of Drunken Immortal Wine was almost empty, they were already addressing each other as brother.

Chen Yuan put down his wine glass and said with a smile, "Brother Tang has been deep into the Southern Wilds many times, so he should be very familiar with the Southern Wilds monsters. Do you know where the caves of those transformed monster kings are?"

Young Master Tang Jiu was not a physical cultivator. He drank more than a dozen cups of spirit wine, and was slightly tipsy. He laughed and said, "I am not bragging. In the entire Donghua Continent, there is no one who is more familiar with the Southern Wilderness than me."

"Tang relies on his wind escape technique to move freely and unstoppable. Even if a ninth-level demon king attacks, he can't hurt Tang at all!"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he filled the wine glass for Master Tang Jiu, raising his glass to toast him: "My cultivation method is special, and I need a lot of level eight demon pills. I also want to enter the Southern Wilderness to hunt down the transformed demon king."

"Brother Tang, can you tell me the location of the Southern Wilderness Monster King's cave?"

"I know that this is information that Brother Tang has accumulated over the years. It is extremely valuable. No matter what conditions you have, just bring them up."

Young Master Tang Jiu frowned and said, "Brother Chen, who do you think I am? When you meet a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough. When you are not on the same page, a single word is too much. You and I are bosom friends."

"Besides, I hate the demon race the most in my life. Brother Chen's desire to kill the transformed demon king is exactly what I want."

"I have recorded all the caves of those transformed demon kings in this jade slip. Brother Chen, feel free to take it!"

Snapped!
He took out a jade slip from the mustard seed ring and slapped it on the table.

Chen Yuan was not polite either. He picked up the jade slip, clasped his fists and bowed, saying solemnly, "I owe Brother Tang a favor."

Young Master Tang Jiu laughed loudly: "Brother Chen, don't spoil the fun. Come on, please!"

He raised the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, shook his head and recited poetry. He did not look like a Nascent Soul cultivator, but rather like a bohemian young man from a wealthy family.

Chen Yuan looked at Master Tang Jiu and recalled how in his previous life, after achieving success and fame, he only cared about seeking pleasure.

He smiled slightly, raised his glass as well, and drank a glass of slightly bitter wine.

……

Just as Chen Yuan and Young Master Tang Jiu were drinking happily, in the far northern part of Donghua Continent, outside the Blood Spirit Sect's mountain gate, a huge formation curtain reached the sky and extended to both sides with a tiny arc and no visible boundary, dividing the sky and the earth into two halves.

On the other side of the formation, dark demonic energy rolled in, covering the sky and the sun, and constantly impacting the formation like a tide.

Occasionally, an ugly monster would rush out from the demonic energy and slam fiercely into the formation curtain. Under the erosion of the pure spiritual energy, it would let out miserable howls, then melt into a ball of gray smoke and disappear.

On this side of the formation, thousands of feet in the sky, more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators stood suspended in the air with serious expressions, staring at the demonic energy.

The leader was wearing a dark robe and looked extremely young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, even a bit immature, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life. He was the head of the Blood Spirit Sect, the great monk Yan Zhang.

Next to him stood a middle-aged monk with gray hair on his temples. He held a compass in his hand with light shining on it. He made hand gestures with his left hand and muttered something with a solemn expression.

After a long time, he put down his left hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yan Zhang said, "Fan Daoyou, has the Demon Realm stabilized?" (End of this chapter)