Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan smiled, and the energy of the middle Nascent Soul stage slowly dissipated.

In the face of such powerful pressure, the bodies of the surrounding monks stiffened, and then trembled slightly. The sarcasm in their eyes disappeared without a trace, and were filled with fear.

The monk with the pine and bamboo mask seemed to be carrying a mountain on his shoulders. He no longer looked calm. He supported himself on the ground with both hands and almost fell to his knees, looking extremely embarrassed.

The aura on Chen Yuan's body was released and then retracted. In less than a moment, it was restrained again without spreading too far. He turned into an ordinary mortal again.

The monks around felt relieved. They bowed their heads, bowed deeply, and left in a hurry, even staggering a little, not daring to stay any longer.

Although fighting is not allowed in the Ghost Market, it is still unknown whether the Tianji Sect will strictly enforce the rules they set if the Nascent Soul cultivator insists on having his own way.

Chen Yuan slowly said, "Where is the dragon snake grass?"

The monk with the pine and bamboo mask quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Chen Yuan, and replied in a low voice with a very panicked tone: "I am blind and dare to be disrespectful to you, senior. Please forgive me!"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "It's okay, take out the thousand-year-old dragon snake grass. No matter what you want, as long as it's not too excessive, I will satisfy you."

Dragon Snake Grass is an extremely rare body-tempering spiritual herb. It is born from the breath of a dragon. It can be up to a thousand years old and can be ripened with the dragon's essence and blood.

In order to get Chen Yuan to help him seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine, Patriarch Yuntian once gave him six dragon snake pills, which were made from dragon snake grass, so that he could temper his body and improve his strength.

Chen Yuan is a great master of alchemy, and his alchemy skills are unmatched in this world. With a quick sweep of his spiritual sense, he recognized that the red leaves in the wooden box were taken from a thousand-year-old dragon snake grass.

The power of this kind of spiritual herb is extremely strong, and cultivators with weak bodies cannot bear it at all. But for Chen Yuan, it is the most suitable body-tempering spiritual medicine.

The medicinal power of the Millennium Dragon Snake Grass is slightly better than that of the King Kong Apricot of the same vintage. Chen Yuan was delighted to see the good thing and naturally would not miss it.

When the monk with the pine and bamboo mask heard that Chen Yuan did not pursue his crime of disrespect, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

But he still bent his waist slightly, lowered his head, and did not dare to look directly at Chen Yuan, behaving extremely humblely.

The monk with the pine and bamboo mask said cautiously: "Senior, you are so magnanimous. I am very grateful. But the dragon snake grass is not with me, so I cannot take it out now..."

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice turned cold: "Are you teasing me?"

The aura of a middle Nascent Soul stage emanated faintly from him.

The heavy and oppressive pressure that seemed to be there and not there was completely concentrated on the body of the monk with the pine and bamboo mask, as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

His waist, which was already slightly bent, bent further, like a dead tree pressed down by heavy snow, which seemed like it would break at any time.

In order to fight against this powerful pressure, he had to resist with all his might, and his cultivation aura of the middle stage of Jindan was revealed without any concealment.

The monks passing by could not feel Chen Yuan's pressure, but they could feel the aura of the monk with pine and bamboo mask, and they all looked at him in surprise.

Half of the people in the market were foundation-building cultivators, and their eyes revealed awe for the Jindan True Men.

But the monk with the pine and bamboo mask had no time to pay attention to these looks at the moment, and just said with difficulty: "Junior... I dare not, but this matter is a long story, and it cannot be explained in a few words. I hope that the senior will be merciful and allow me to explain it in detail."

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, and finally retracted his pressure, saying calmly: "I will give you a chance, but don't think that I dare not kill people in the ghost market."

His last sentence was spoken calmly, but it revealed a bit of murderous intent. After hearing this, the monk wearing the pine and bamboo mask trembled all over, and his eyes hidden behind the mask showed obvious fear.

He said respectfully, "How dare I deceive you, Senior? However, there are so many people here, can we find a quiet place, and then I can report the matter of the Dragon Snake Grass to you truthfully?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Just as you say."

The monk with the pine and bamboo mask was overjoyed and immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior, please follow me!"

After saying that, he put the wooden box containing the dragon snake leaves into the mustard ring, then raised his hand and led the way.

Although his face was concealed by a mask, his eyes clearly revealed his flattering intention, and his slightly bent body showed his respectfulness.

When the cultivators passing by saw that this mid-stage Jindan cultivator was so respectful to Chen Yuan, their eyes on him were completely different, full of speculation and awe.

Chen Yuan ignored him and followed him, walking neither fast nor slow.

But the surrounding monks made way for him one after another and did not dare to stand in front of Chen Yuan.

The crowded ghost market became even more congested.

Chen Yuan walked calmly among the crowd, with a pair of indifferent eyes behind his gold-thread hollow mask.

Under the guidance of the pine and bamboo masked monk, the two quickly walked out of the ghost market.

He took off the mask, revealing a middle-aged face. One could vaguely see a bit of majesty in his demeanor. He must be high and mighty in his daily life, used to giving orders.

But at this moment he was very respectful in front of Chen Yuan, and even showed some flattery.

There are only two great monks in Yuqing Sea, Yuhai Zhenren and Tianjizi. Even the leader of the Zhengqi League is stuck at the bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage and cannot make any progress.

A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul can already stand at the top of the Yuqing Sea cultivation world. Even the three major sects will not offend him easily, and no one dares to be disrespectful to him.

However, Chen Yuan did not take off the gold-thread hollow mask on his face, but followed the middle-aged monk slowly and came to a teahouse called "Tingyuxuan".

The middle-aged cultivator was very generous. He directly rewarded the Qi-refining cultivator who came to greet him with a medium-grade spirit stone. Under his guidance, they came to a quiet room on the third floor. He spent another five high-grade spirit stones and ordered a pot of the best spirit tea in Tingyu Pavilion, 'Autumn Rain Runs the Mountains'.

He waved away the Qi-refining monks, personally poured spiritual tea into the cup in front of Chen Yuan, and said respectfully: "Every time I come to Tianji Island, I will come to Tingyu Pavilion and drink a pot of Autumn Rain to moisten the mountains."

"This tea is well-known in the entire Tianji Market. Senior, you may want to taste it."

The middle-aged monk was very attentive, but Chen Yuan was unmoved and went straight to the point: "Where is the thousand-year-old dragon snake grass?"

The middle-aged monk froze, gently put down the teapot, took two steps back, stood with his hands hanging down, and looked embarrassed: "Senior, do you want to buy that thousand-year-old dragon snake grass?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Of course, otherwise why would I waste my words with you? Bring out the Dragon Snake Grass, I will never let you suffer any loss."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and said, "To be honest, I didn't bring the dragon snake grass with me."

"But as long as you can do me a favor, I will immediately offer you the Dragon Snake Grass!" (End of this chapter)