Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Therefore, even when faced with such an event that terrified all immortal cultivators, he remained quite calm and did not choose to give up the current situation immediately.

Of course, this is not only because he has promised to help Master Hanli in breaking through the God Transformation Stage.

The key is that the secret technique for breaking through the bottleneck given by the Great Elder of Xiaoji Palace only contains the part he needs to perform. If he wants to fully understand all the mysteries of this secret technique, he needs to practice it personally to comprehend it.

This made Yan Yun feel helpless after learning about this.

In addition, he has been paying close attention to the relevant information about the Sun Essence Fire, but has not yet obtained any useful clues.

He was not willing to leave just like that, but decided to go to the Sutra Library again and use the remaining two days to search for information about the Sun Essence Fire. Unfortunately, he still found nothing.

Yan Yun was not surprised by this. On the contrary, he would be surprised if he could find something so easily.

In the following days, Yan Yun always stayed in the VIP building and devoted himself to cultivation, hardly leaving the house, as if he had regarded Xiaoji Palace as his own home.

A month passed in a flash, and the situation in Xiaoji Palace remained relatively stable, but everyone could feel the heavy pressure brought by the coming storm.

On this day, Yan Yun's practice was suddenly interrupted. Finally, a guest came to visit, and it was a woman who looked very similar to Bai Yaoyi. She also had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but seemed to be close to the peak of the middle stage, and her strength was obviously greater than Bai Yaoyi.

"Are you Fairy Bai's cousin?" Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and looked at the woman in front of him with deep eyes, feeling a little puzzled.

"That's right. I call myself Bai Mengxin. I am the elder of the inner palace of Xiaoji Palace, and I am also one of the few practitioners in the palace who can master the extremely cold flame."

"So that's how it is. I heard from Fellow Daoist Hanli earlier that besides him, there are two other people in your palace who practice the Extreme Cold Flame. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Bai is one of them. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Bai is here for?" Yan Yun smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of insight.

Although this woman was extremely beautiful, her crystal clear face made Yan Yun feel a little cold. Obviously, this was closely related to the technique she practiced, so Yan Yun naturally did not dare to take it lightly.

"Nothing else, but I heard that Brother Yan has great magical powers, his strength is comparable to that of a late-stage great cultivator, and the Shura Holy Fire he cultivates is also extremely mysterious. I would like to use the Fengli Ice Flame I cultivate to learn from Brother Yan about the Extreme Cold Flame. I wonder if Brother Yan is willing to teach me a thing or two?"

Bai Mengxin raised her right hand and stretched out a finger as white as jade. A cold light flickered at the fingertips, and a faint white ice flame quietly emerged.

This ice flame is like wisps of smoke and seems to have no power at all.

However, Yan Yun, who also practiced the Extreme Cold Flame, was able to keenly sense the power of the white flame through a miraculous telepathy.

As a result, his face couldn't help but become solemn.

"No problem! I swear to remember the three great cold flames of your palace for the rest of my life, and I have long been fascinated by them. In this case, I will learn a thing or two from them. However, do you wish to exchange ideas here?"

Yan Yun looked around and smiled faintly.

"Of course you can. I just want to see how powerful Brother Yan's Extreme Cold Flame is. I don't really want to fight him to the death."

Bai Mengxin showed a rare faint smile on her face. She slightly opened her cherry lips and blew gently at the white flame on her fingertips.

As the cold air blew, the white ice flame instantly expanded several times. After a slight rotation, it turned into a small white snake and pounced towards Yan Yun.

Yan Yun frowned and waved his sleeves. Several colorful flags flew out of the air and disappeared into the void. Then, a layer of light red light curtain slowly rose up, sealing the surrounding space.

Then, he opened his mouth again and spit out a small ball of white flame, which transformed into a white bird and flew towards the fire snake opposite.

Under the gaze of Yan Yun and Bai Mengxin, the two colors of flames collided with each other, and a low thunderous sound was emitted between the interlaced flashes.

In a flash, the white flame grew rapidly and gradually swallowed up the white ice flame. Not long after, the originally majestic white snake had disappeared completely, leaving only a white firebird with an even more dazzling light dancing in its place, like an elf in the flames.

Seeing this scene, Bai Mengxin's face showed a hint of surprise.

Yan Yun calmly stretched out his hand and the white firebird immediately turned into a ball of white flame and flew back, then disappeared into the wide cuffs and disappeared without a trace.

"Brother Yan's Shura Holy Fire is indeed unique. With that said, I am relieved. Brother Yan, please follow me. The other two colleagues who master the Extreme Cold Flame have already arrived in this palace and are now waiting for Brother Yan's arrival."

Bai Mengxin revealed the true purpose of her visit without hesitation.

"I see. It seems that Fairy Bai still has some reservations about me, so she personally tried to test me."

Yan Yun smiled calmly, as if he didn't care about it.

Bai Mengxin remained silent, but nodded slightly. Then, she formed seals with her hands, and her body turned into a white light, flying straight out of the window.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Yun gently stroked his nose, with a helpless look on his face. When the woman flew into the room silently from the window, he was indeed frightened.

However, after witnessing the other party's disappearing figure, Yan Yun could only transform into a green rainbow light and quietly leave the attic from the original window.

Not long after, Yan Yun and the mysterious woman walked into the hall made of ten thousand year old black ice where Master Hanli lived.

Above the hall, there was a huge cauldron containing dry blue ice flames that always emitted a strange light. Beside it were several rattan cushions, on which four people were sitting.

Master Hanli sat side by side with a middle-aged man in a green robe, and on the other side sat an elderly woman with white hair and beard and a monk in a gray robe with eyebrows drooping to his chest.

The moment Yan Yun and Bai Mengxin stepped into the hall, the four people's attention immediately focused on them.

However, Yan Yun keenly noticed that the old woman and the monk's gaze only stayed on Bai Mengxin for a moment, but more attention was paid to himself.

Yan Yun naturally did not show any weakness, and his spiritual sense quickly swept over.

The strength of these two practitioners was not weak. The old woman's realm was almost the same as his, and the monk had even reached the peak of the middle stage.

Yan Yun slowly walked forward a few steps, saluted respectfully to the four people, and then calmly sat on another rattan cushion, just keeping a proper distance from the four people. Bai Mengxin chose to sit on the other side of Master Hanli.

“Madam Long, Master Mojiu, this is Fellow Daoist Yan. He is the fifth fellow cultivator of the Extreme Cold Flame that I am looking for. With your help, I have spent hundreds of years carefully researching a method to break through the bottleneck of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. I can finally try it out here.”

Master Hanli introduced Yan Yun to everyone with a smile on his face, his eyes full of excitement.

The old woman glanced at Yan Yun expressionlessly and said nothing. She seemed to have a rather strange personality.

On the other hand, the monk had a kind look on his face and smiled and nodded at Yan Yun.

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Hanli once mentioned that although Brother Yan's cultivation technique was not of icy nature, he was able to master the extremely cold flame. Is this true?"

The monk asked calmly. "I was lucky enough to get it by chance." Yan Yun replied calmly.

"It is rumored that Brother Yan's cold flame is a new type of flame that he created himself. Since this type of flame first appeared tens of thousands of years ago, no one has succeeded again. Could you please let us see this magical magic weapon?"

The old woman spoke in a cold tone, but her voice was as sweet as a young girl's. This surprised Yan Yun, and he turned to look at the old woman.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, there is no need to panic! Madam Long is the great elder of the Liucui Sect. The technique she practices is unique, which is why her voice is able to retain the charming charm of her youth."

Master Hanli explained to Yanyun at the right time. After hearing what Master Hanli said, Yanyun still couldn't suppress his surprise.

The art of maintaining one's youthful appearance was not uncommon to him, but this was the first time he had met someone who specialized in maintaining the voice of his youth.

Seeing Yan Yun looking at her with such a strange look, the old woman's silver hair trembled slightly, and she snorted coldly: "Could it be that Brother Daoist Yan has any advice for our Liucui Sect's skills?"

"I have no other intentions. I am just curious about the cold flame from before. At the same time, I believe that the cold flame has not been fully refined yet and cannot be compared with the extremely cold flames of my fellow immortals."

After hearing Yan Yun's answer, the old woman didn't want to ask any more questions, so she lowered her head slightly and said no more.

At this time, Bai Mengxin whispered a few words to Master Hanli.

After hearing this, Master Hanli's brows relaxed and his face showed joy. He then glanced deeply at Yan Yun, cleared his throat, and said:
"Everyone, Madam Long and Master Mojiu are both my close friends, and Fellow Daoist Yan also has a deep friendship with an elder of this palace. Because of this, we were able to invite the three of you to come and help. According to my estimation, the possibility of success this time is only about 30%. However, my current situation can no longer delay, so I have to take the risk and give it a try."

"Fellow Daoist Master, although your life span is about to end, I have noticed on my way here that many high-level monsters have begun to gather around Beiming Island. If you practice this secret technique now, it may be a great risk to your palace." The monk asked with concern.

"Fellow Daoist Mojiu, don't worry. If we can successfully break through the bottleneck this time, it would be great. Even if we fail, I have already made all the necessary preparations, and my death will never cause the entire sect to fall into crisis."

Master Hanli answered with confidence.

"Since Master has said so, I can rest assured." The gray-robed monk said with a smile.

"I have no objection to this matter. I have long been eager to get a glimpse of the true meaning of this secret technique."

The old woman also nodded.

Seeing that both of them agreed, Master Hanli was very satisfied. When he turned his gaze to Yan Yun, Yan Yun said calmly:

"Feng has no opinion on when to start. I can't wait."

"Very good, very good! Since all three of you have no objection, please follow me. I have already completed all the preparations."

Master Hanli rubbed his hands excitedly and stood up.

Yan Yun, Bai Mengxin and the middle-aged man in green also stood up. Master Hanli walked quickly to the huge cauldron next to him, chanted a spell silently, and waved his hand to cast a blue magic seal on the cauldron.

The giant tripod made a buzzing sound and emitted a burst of light. Its size quickly shrank and in an instant it became the size of a fist and hovered in the air.

And on the ground below the tripod, a black hole-like entrance strangely appeared, and at the same time there was a crystal clear ice ladder extending downward to an unknown place.

Master Yanli stretched out her hand to summon the small tripod, put it into her wide sleeves, and stepped into the cave first.

Bai Mengxin and the middle-aged man in blue followed closely behind.

The old woman and the gray-robed monk looked at each other and then followed him into the cave.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the cave entrance for a moment, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then he took a step forward and followed everyone into the cave.

Soon after entering the passage, the originally dark environment gradually became brighter. At this moment, everyone was able to observe the situation more clearly.

The walls of the passage are all made of frozen black ice, and at every certain distance, there is an eggshell-sized moonstone inlaid on the wall, flashing bright light, making the entire passage look like being in a crystal palace.

After a long journey of nearly a hundred feet, everyone finally reached the end of the ice stairs. The subsequent passage began to turn straight and move forward in a certain direction.

Although Old Lady Yan Yun and her companions were setting foot on this passage for the first time, they were all experienced practitioners, so no one showed any surprise. Instead, everyone remained calm and composed, as if they were strolling in their own courtyard.

After a meal, everyone finally walked out of the ice road and came to an underground hall.

This hall is built of ordinary green jade and looks particularly simple and elegant, as if it has experienced the baptism of a long time.

However, at the end of the hall facing Yan Yun and others was not a wall, but a giant stone door that was twenty or thirty feet high and milky white in color. Its surface was covered with layer upon layer of rune arrays and some difficult-to-recognize strange patterns, and the entire door emitted auras of various colors.

What shocked Yan Yun was that there was a group of cultivators standing in front of the stone gate. There were about sixteen or seventeen of them, and each of them had reached the Nascent Soul stage. Although most of them were in the early Nascent Soul stage, such a large number of people was still jaw-dropping.

Among them were Bai Yaoyi and an old man with gray hair, who stood at the front of the crowd. Yan Yun blinked gently, and his eyes involuntarily swept over the monks and Bai Mengxin and others. (End of this chapter)