Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Renzhou, Chongde City.

As the sun rose, light golden sunlight shone on the earth, and this city of monks slowly came to life.

The streets are bustling with people, and more and more monks are coming and going. They do not need to rest like ordinary people, but they need to meditate and practice, and usually stay in caves at night.

Suddenly, a beam of light flashed across the sky and headed northwest of the city.

The escaping light was silent, but it still attracted many monks to look up, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

A large no-fly formation has been set up in Chongde City, and only Nascent Soul cultivators can fly freely.

The escape light was extremely fast, flying over everyone's heads and arriving at the northwest corner of Chongde City, landing in front of a three-story building.

The small building is very simple, with a plaque with the words "Sifang Pavilion" inscribed on it. Behind it is a green bamboo forest, shading more than a dozen courtyards.

The escaping light faded away, revealing the figure of a monk wearing a bamboo hat that was pulled down low, casting a shadow on his face.

The monk was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure, but not too strong. He walked into the Sifang Pavilion with very steady steps.

The Sifang Pavilion is where the Haoran Sect welcomes guests. Anyone who comes to visit the Haoran Sect will come here first. In the early morning, there are many cultivators coming in and out.

Those who were on good terms with the Haoran Sect cultivators were at least Foundation Establishment cultivators, and there were two or three Jindan cultivators as well. They were all outstanding and had arrogant demeanors.

But as soon as the monk in the bamboo hat moved, everyone hurriedly moved aside, saluted with fists, bowed deeply, and did not even dare to look up.

They saw the monk in the bamboo hat descending from the sky and flying back and forth in Chongde City. Only a Nascent Soul cultivator could do that.

There were also many monks in the Sifang Pavilion. Although there was no sunlight, the shadows on the faces of the monks in bamboo hats still did not dissipate.

A middle-aged scholar who was on duty at the gate came forward and bowed deeply: "Senior, are you here to visit a friend in our sect?"

His expression was extremely respectful, and the scene of the monk in the bamboo hat descending from the sky happened to fall into his eyes.

The monk in the bamboo hat said calmly, "Take me to see the head of your pavilion."

His voice was a little vague, and to other ears, it was impossible to tell his age or even whether he was a man or a woman.

"Yes, senior, please follow me." The middle-aged scholar extended his hand and walked upstairs.

The monk in the bamboo hat followed him up to the third floor and sat down in a quiet room.

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will go and invite Uncle Gong right away." The middle-aged scholar clasped his fists and bowed again, then bowed and retreated to the quiet room.

The monk in the bamboo hat was sitting in a state of alert. Less than a quarter of an hour later, an old man walked in. He smiled and said, "I am Gong You, the junior. I am honored to be the head of the Sifang Pavilion. May I ask which elder of our sect you are here to visit?"

The monk in the bamboo hat lowered his head slightly, half of his face hidden in the thick shadow, and said lightly: "Is your Taoist friend Qingliu in the sect? Just say that a friend is visiting, and he will come out to meet you."

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will send someone to report to the gate right away." The old man bowed and left the quiet room.

The monk in the bamboo hat waited for about an hour before the old man walked back into the quiet room and smiled apologetically, "Please forgive me, Senior. Senior Brother Qingliu left the sect two months ago and has not returned since."

"If you want to see Senior Master Qingliu, you need to wait in Chongde City for a while. I will arrange a cave for you. As soon as Senior Master Qingliu returns to the mountain gate, I will send someone to inform you immediately."

The monk in the bamboo hat was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, stood up and walked out of the meditation room without saying a word.

The old man did not ask any more questions, but just clasped his fists and bowed: "Goodbye, senior."

After the monk in the bamboo hat left the Sifang Pavilion, he walked towards the market town.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and seemed quite leisurely, but the shadow cast by his hat was always so thick that his face could not be seen clearly.

When passing a secluded bamboo forest, the monk in the bamboo hat suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the tall green bamboos, and said calmly: "My friend, you have followed me all the way, what do you want to do?"

His voice was casual, but there was a hint of chill in it.

After a while, a monk walked out from the corner thirty feet behind the monk in the bamboo hat and slowly came to the monk in the bamboo hat.

This is a young Confucian scholar, who looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He has a childish face, a wary look, a hint of panic in his eyes, and a strong aura. He has the cultivation level of the initial stage of foundation building.

He clasped his fists and bowed to the monk in the bamboo hat, and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, senior... is your last name Chen?"

"So what if my surname is Chen? So what if my surname is not Chen?" the monk in the bamboo hat said calmly.

The young scholar hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and whispered, "I am following the instructions of a senior brother. If anyone visits Grandmaster Qingliu, I must notify him immediately. However, he happened to leave Chongde City three days ago and will take a few days to come back."

"If your surname is Chen, please follow me. If your surname is not Chen, I will leave immediately. Please forgive me for disturbing you."

The monk in the bamboo hat was silent for a while, then said calmly: "My surname is Chen, who is your senior brother?"

The young scholar breathed a sigh of relief: "My junior brother's surname is Jiang Yu."

"Jiang Yu..." The monk in the bamboo hat paused, "Lead the way."

The young Confucian scholar hurriedly led the way, and the monk in the bamboo hat followed behind him, and they came to a small courtyard in the north of Chongde City.

These are the residences of the monks of Haoran Sect. It is very quiet.

The young scholar took out a token, raised his hand, made a gesture, injected true energy, opened the gate, and the courtyard was empty.

The two of them came to the main hall, and the young scholar explained, "Please wait here for a while, Senior. Senior Brother Jiang specifically told me not to let you stay in Tianzi Cave Mansion temporarily."

"Master Gong just sent someone to the mountain gate to report to Master Qingliu that someone was visiting, so I have been keeping an eye on you. Fortunately, you did not live in the Tianzi Cave, otherwise it would be difficult for me to visit you."

The monk in the bamboo hat nodded, and the young scholar left the token and left the courtyard.

After the young Confucian scholar left, the monk in the bamboo hat took off his hat, revealing a handsome face, it was Chen Yuan.

He did not look at the token on the table. He stood up and walked out of the courtyard, following behind the young Confucian scholar from a distance.

The young Confucian scholar had a low level of cultivation and was unaware of Chen Yuan's presence. He hurried back to the Sifang Pavilion, where Chen Yuan was also waiting outside.

It was not until dusk that the young Confucian scholar walked out of the Sifang Pavilion and returned to a small courtyard in the north of Chongde City.

Chen Yuan followed him all the way to the outside of the courtyard, spreading his spiritual sense to cover him.

But the young Confucian scholar just meditated and practiced, and nothing happened all night. It was not until dawn that he left the courtyard and went to the Sifang Pavilion to stand guard.

The young scholar behaved like this for three consecutive days without any abnormality.

On the fourth day, Chen Yuan returned to the courtyard, but did not enter it. Instead, he went to a dense forest nearby, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly, with his spiritual awareness covering the courtyard at all times.

If a monk passed by, he would use magic to hide his body, and no one would ever discover his trace.

Three days later, another young Confucian scholar walked into the courtyard, walking hurriedly with an anxious look on his face.

When he found that there was no one in the yard, he was stunned for a moment and was about to turn around and leave.

All of this was under the coverage of Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness. When he saw this scene, he pondered for a moment, walked out of the dense forest, quietly passed through the formation wall, and came into the small courtyard.

The formations and restrictions in Chongde City are quite impressive, but they are useless in front of Chen Yuan, who has refined Kunpeng's true blood.

At this time, the young scholar just walked out of the main hall. Seeing the ghostly Chen Yuan, he immediately stepped back a few steps, his face full of astonishment, his breath was vigorous, and his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building was undoubtedly revealed. His right hand had already touched the storage bag. But when he saw Chen Yuan's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately restrained his breath, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Greetings, Senior Chen!"

This person was Jiang Yu. It was he who reported to Zhang Wushan when Chen Yuan first came to Chongde City.

When Chen Yuan lived in the city, he helped Chen Yuan with some small things.

Later, Chen Yuan returned from Hanzhou and secretly found Jiang Yu, asking him to report to Qingliu Lay Buddhist. The two met privately to discuss how to attack Elder Gu. Chen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "It's been many years since we last met. Jiang Xiaoyou has made great progress in his cultivation. Congratulations."

Jiang Yu replied respectfully: "Thanks to the care of the senior, who gave me the spiritual stones, I was able to achieve what I have today."

"Senior, I am deeply grateful for your kindness. Before Grandmaster Qing Liu left the sect, he ordered me to give this jade slip to you."

"I have never been lazy. Today I have finally completed the request of my great-grandmaster Qing Liu. I hope you will accept it."

He took out a jade slip from his storage bag and presented it with both hands.

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his hand to take the jade slip in his hand, and probed his spiritual sense into it, but was blocked by a powerful spiritual sense restriction.

The aura contained in this spiritual restriction is extremely familiar, and contains a trace of righteous energy. It was left by Master Qingliu. It is extremely mysterious and very solid.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, and did not immediately remove the spiritual sense restriction. Instead, he withdrew his spiritual sense and looked at Jiang Yu: "What else did Daoist Qingliu say?"

Jiang Yu replied: "My great-grandmaster warned me not to disclose this matter to anyone, not even to my great-grandmaster's disciples."

Chen Yuan frowned and asked, "Is Daoist Zhang Wushan in the sect?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "Master Zhang has not been in the sect for more than ten years."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "Do you know where he is now?"

Jiang Yu said: "I don't know that I received great favor from you. After I sent a letter to my great-grandmaster, I was favored by him."

"I also have great respect for my great-grandmaster. Whenever there is any disturbance in the Sifang Pavilion, I will immediately report it to my great-grandmaster. I am also quite familiar with Master Zhang, and I am fortunate to have his guidance, which has benefited me a lot."

"But Master Zhang left the sect more than ten years ago and has never returned since. He must be traveling outside."

Chen Yuan nodded slowly and said calmly, "I understand. This matter must not be disclosed to others. Is the friend who brought me here reliable?"

Jiang Yu said solemnly: "Junior Brother Su and I are friends for life and death, so we must keep our mouths shut and will never leak this matter."

Chen Yuan's expression eased slightly, and he took out ten high-quality spirit stones from the mustard seed ring and handed them to Jiang Yu: "Take these spirit stones and practice well."

Jiang Yu's eyes flashed with joy. He took the spirit stone with both hands and said respectfully, "Thank you for the reward, senior."

Chen Yuan put away the jade slip, turned around and walked through the restricted courtyard wall, put on a bamboo hat, and hid his face.

He walked slowly out of Chongde City, which took him a full hour, then flew into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

During this period, he always spread out his spiritual sense, paid attention to the surrounding situation, and was cautious and alert.

He just came to Chongde City to visit Mr. Qingliu, so there should be no danger.

But Mr. Qingliu was so cautious that he let a foundation-building cultivator hand him a jade slip, and even his own disciple didn't know about it. There was something strange about it.

Moreover, there are only eight months left before the opening of Jueling Island.

Chen Yuan had promised Qingliu to help him obtain the 3,000-year-old Qingfeng Bamboo from Jueling Island. At this critical juncture, he had to act with caution.

At this moment, Chen Yuan felt a little regretful. He wondered why he had not come to Chongde City earlier, so that he would not have missed Master Qingliu.

After he walked out of the Silent Sea, he went to Tianji Island first, wanting to meet Jing Shuhan.

But Jing Shuhan was not on Tianji Island. He waited for three months, but Jing Shuhan never returned to the sect.

The day of the opening of Jueling Island was getting closer and closer, so he had to give up and leave Tianji Island to come to Chongde City to visit Mr. Qingliu, but he missed it.

Chen Yuan sighed secretly, flew all the way, and landed on Moyun Mountain, seven hundred miles away from Chongde City.

This place was desolate and deserted, so he activated Zhuyan's true blood, and his black hair turned snow-white. Zhuyan's true fire rose from his hands and poured into the jade slip, burning all the spiritual restrictions left by Qingliu Jushi.

This spiritual restriction is extremely strong and difficult to break using ordinary means.

But Mr. Qingliu knew that the white flame in his hand could burn the spiritual consciousness, and it was obviously left for him.

After the spiritual restriction was broken, Zhu Yan's true fire was subsided, and Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness probed into it. After a while, he raised his head with a slightly solemn expression.

There were only a few brief sentences and a map in the jade slip, instructing Chen Yuan to go to an island in the Yuqing Sea to meet up with Master Qingliu.

He frowned slightly, put the jade slip into the mustard seed ring, and with a flash of light, flew to the east at an extremely fast speed.

Mr. Qingliu was evasive and seemed to have many concerns.

Chen Yuan did not stop for a moment along the way. In less than half a month, he left the Jiuxian Continent and arrived at the island recorded in the jade slip.

This island is very remote, and the sea it is located in is unremarkable. There are only two small immortal cultivation families, and it is extremely poor. The clan land of one of the immortal cultivation families is on this island.

Following the instructions on the jade slip, Chen Yuan walked into the small market on the island and came to a teahouse called "Shuiyuexuan". He sat down at a seat by the window on the third floor, ordered a pot of spiritual tea, and sipped it.

He sat there for the entire day, until the sun set and the sky turned dark, then he got up and left.

The next morning, Chen Yuan continued to come to Shuiyuexuan, and at the same location on the third floor, he ordered a pot of spiritual tea and sat quietly sipping it.

Seven days passed like this. One afternoon, Chen Yuan was holding the teacup and putting it to his mouth. Suddenly, he paused, then raised his head slightly and drank the spiritual tea in the cup.

He put down the teacup, bent his index finger, and tapped the table lightly.

A moment later, a young cultivator walked quickly up to the third floor. He was only at the second level of Qi Refining.

He came to Chen Yuan, clasped his fists and bowed, looking very respectful, and said softly: "What do you want, senior?"

"Bring another teacup." Chen Yuan said lightly.

"Please wait a moment, senior." The young monk responded, walked down the third floor, and soon came up with a tray.

There was an exquisite celadon teacup on the plate. The young monk picked it up gently, placed it on the table, bowed, and left.

Chen Yuan picked up the teapot, filled his own teacup, then moved to the teacup opposite and tilted it slightly.

A line of amber falls, its color is clear, its fragrance is diffuse, and it is refreshing.

This pot of spiritual tea is Shuiyuexuan's signature "Water Color and Moon Shadow". One pot costs five medium-grade spiritual stones, which is unaffordable for ordinary foundation-building cultivators. It is quite famous in this sea area.

When the "Water Color Moon Shadow" filled the teacup, a cultivator slowly walked up to the third floor, came to the opposite side of Chen Yuan, and sat down.

This man had white hair and beard, wore a grey gown and a turban on his head, and looked like a teacher who had just walked out of a private school.

Chen Yuan put down the teapot, raised the teacup, and smiled: "Daoyou Qingliu, please."

The old man also raised his teacup, smiling: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please." (End of this chapter)