Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Yan Yun's bold scrutiny of other cultivators' behavior naturally attracted the attention of some people.

However, when they tried to use their spiritual thoughts to investigate Yan Yun, their originally fierce eyes suddenly tightened and they all fell into panic. Some of them even turned and left immediately, while others could only force a smile.

In order not to reveal his identity, Yan Yun deliberately suppressed his cultivation and appeared as a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, making it impossible for other cultivators to ignore his threat.

After he walked a few steps, he seemed to notice something. His eyes stopped on several attics and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

There are six two-story small palace-like buildings here, arranged uniformly on one side of the street, with a thin flag erected in front of each building.

There are various patterns embroidered on it, including blue monsters, golden swords, green spiritual herbs and so on.

"Sixth Palace?"

Yan Yun was secretly surprised.

As far as he knew, this powerful force in the Chaos Star Sea had already joined the Anti-Star Alliance and became a member of the Anti-Star Alliance.

However, it is surprising that they were able to open shops openly under the noses of other island forces.

From this we can see that even though the Anti-Star Alliance is powerful, it will probably still take some time to completely control Biling Island.

Yan Yun has some grudges with several Yuanying monsters in the Anti-Star Alliance, so naturally he would not take the initiative to cause trouble.

So he shook his head slightly and prepared to turn around and go to the shop in front to find out what was going on.

However, at this moment, several monks suddenly walked out of an attic in the Liulian Palace, and the first two were particularly eye-catching.

When Yan Yun saw one of them, his expression changed slightly.

This person was an old man in a yellow robe, about fifty years old, and the other was a Taoist priest in a black robe and a crane robe. He looked to be only in his twenties, but in fact he was already a master in the early Nascent Soul stage.

Behind them, there were four Jindan-stage cultivators following closely, as well as a middle-aged shopkeeper dressed in the uniform of the Sixth Palace, accompanying them with a big smile on his face.

Faced with such a lineup, Yan Yun naturally did not dare to be negligent.

Especially the Taoist priest in crane robe, even though his appearance had changed greatly, Yan Yun still recognized him - Miaohe Zhenren.

It is unbelievable that this Nascent Soul cultivator, who once chased Yan Yun and nearly took his life, now looks so young.

Yan Yun was not surprised by this, because in the world of cultivation, there were many secret methods to change appearance and body shape.

Most monks who have been reborn by taking over another's body will instinctively adjust their appearance to restore it to its original state as much as possible to avoid being discovered by others.

After all, although possessing another's body is not a taboo among high-level cultivators, it will eventually have a certain impact on one's reputation.

Apparently, Miaohe Zhenren had just used some secret technique to change his appearance, making his appearance similar to the past, but younger.

However, his physical age did not change, which showed that his secret technique had not yet fully taken effect. After all, changing one's appearance only takes a short time, while changing one's physical age takes a longer period of time.

Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, but it disappeared in a flash, as if nothing had happened, and he walked calmly past the door of the Liulian Hall.

Zhenren Miaohe and another old man in a yellow robe just glanced at Yan Yun. Although they were surprised at the strength of the skinny old man disguised as Yan Yun, they did not pay too much attention to it. Instead, they led the other four Jindan stage cultivators straight to the central area of ​​the city.

Yan Yun also continued to move forward without hesitation, as if he was just passing by the shops in Liuliandian.

However, at this moment, Miao He Zhenren and the old man in yellow robe moved their lips slightly but did not make any sound. It was obvious that they were using the secret art of sound transmission to communicate.

Yan Yun's figure, with his back to the two of them, paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal, gradually moving away from Miaohe Zhenren and the others.

After the last turn, Yan Yun walked into a loft that looked quite luxurious.

After a full hour, he walked out of the attic with a monk who looked like a shopkeeper respectfully seeing him off. However, he did not leave immediately, but walked into another nearby shop...

When Yan Yun walked out of the fifth shop with satisfaction, he had accumulated more than a hundred high-level spirit stones that he had exchanged for magic weapons, ancient treasures and some precious materials.

But this time when he walked out of the shop again, he unexpectedly found several unidentified Jindan stage cultivators around him. Everyone seemed quite calm on the surface, but there was a strange light flashing in their eyes that could not be hidden.

Yan Yun sneered and immediately changed his original plan. He strode across the street and eventually walked out of the stone city on foot.

Most of these monks cast concealment spells and followed Yan Yun out of the city gate, but they soon fell into confusion.

Because Yan Yun, who was originally within the coverage of their spiritual sense, disappeared mysteriously without a trace under the gaze of everyone, and the surrounding area was empty and there was no one, and there was no trace of any escaping light.

These monks immediately fell into chaos.

Some of them were spies secretly sent by those shops, while others noticed that Yan Yun frequently went in and out of many shops, and that the shopkeepers would see him off respectfully every time. So they became suspicious and took the initiative to track him down.

Although the old man Yan Yun disguised himself as was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, these people were not afraid to take risks in the face of the temptation of huge profits.

Even earlier, some people had secretly discussed matters of cooperation with each other.

However, Yan Yun's mysterious disappearance at this moment surprised these monks. They had to search the nearby area, but still found nothing. Finally, they had no choice but to return to Shicheng in frustration.

Shortly after these people left, a green light flashed in the sky above where Yan Yun disappeared, and a blurry figure appeared.

Then, the spiritual light on this person gradually faded, and his figure solidified into Yan Yun who had regained his original appearance.

Yan Yun looked up at Shicheng with a sarcastic smile on his face.

If he had not changed his mind at the last minute and decided to hold back until then so as not to alert the Nascent Soul cultivators in the city, he would never have let go of those cultivators who were following him so easily.

They were extremely lucky that they failed to see through Yan Yun's concealment spell. Otherwise, if Yan Yun was determined, he would not care about instantly destroying all these Jindan stage cultivators.

After observing the surroundings for a while, Yan Yun chose a direction and turned into a beam of green light and rushed away. A moment later, the green light landed steadily in the valley between the two hills surrounding the town.

The place is quiet and pleasant with birds singing and flowers blooming. Thick smoke lingers in the mountains for a long time.

After just a glance at the surroundings, Yan Yun smiled and nodded.

Then, he raised his arm, and suddenly a stack of colorful battle flags appeared. Soon after, more than ten dazzling rays of light shot out, and then quickly blended into the surrounding environment and disappeared.

What followed was a layer of thick white fog that suddenly gushed out from the ground. This layer of fog quickly merged with the water mist in the valley. From the outside, it was no longer possible to distinguish their respective existence.

Yan Yun's figure was covered by the fog.

After setting up the concealment formation, Yan Yun patted a spirit beast bag on his waist in the mist.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, thousands of gold-eating bugs poured out of the bag like a tide, forming a golden cloud that floated in front of him.

Yan Yun sat cross-legged, chanting a spell in a low voice, and a green light began to flash on his body.

Then, after a loud bang, the cloud of insects instantly turned into countless golden flowers and rushed away in all directions.

Almost at the same time, Yan Yun suddenly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was unusually bright at first, and then strangely became dim.

This was the technique of transforming one's spiritual consciousness into a thousand secrets that Yan Yun had performed when he fell into the Demon Valley. It was a magical power that he had comprehended with the help of the Great Evolution Technique.

He was able to instantly split most of his spiritual consciousness into thousands of tiny strands of spiritual thoughts, which would then temporarily reside in the body of each gold-eating insect, giving him thousands of ears and eyes in an instant.

Although this technique of transforming spiritual consciousness into thousands of secrets and Yan Yun's previous technique of attaching spiritual consciousness to spiritual objects are quite similar on the surface, there are actually significant differences between them.

The former is to split most of the divine consciousness into countless tiny divine thoughts at once, and use the hearing and vision of the gold-eating insects to search and explore that divine thoughts cannot accomplish.

However, it can only be performed under the personal control of the primordial spirit, and cannot exceed a certain range, otherwise the divine thoughts will be automatically recovered.

The latter is to place an independent spirit on a spiritual object, allowing the spirit to flexibly command the spiritual object to act according to pre-set instructions.

There is no need for the intervention of the soul, and one can even directly command the spiritual insects and beasts that have been sacrificed to attack, which to some extent is similar to the incarnation technique.

Moreover, as long as the boarding time has not expired, it can take effect no matter how far away from the caster.

In comparison, the art of transforming spiritual consciousness into a thousand secrets is rarely used unless the spiritual mind remains unchanged, which seems to be a bit like a waste of time.

However, the technique of attaching divine thoughts to spiritual objects is a great supernatural power that even cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are rarely able to master. There is a world of difference between the two.

At this moment, as soon as all the gold-eating insects flew out of the white mist, some immediately burrowed into the ground, while others soared into the air. In a flash, these spiritual insects disappeared without a trace.

Yan Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, closed his eyes again, his face cold and wooden.

As time passed, the sun in the sky gradually descended from the sea level, night fell, and the entire Biling Island fell into darkness.

However, the stone city was brightly lit, and the moonstones filled with spiritual power were shining brightly, illuminating every corner of the stone city like daylight.

This only makes the darkness around the stone city and the sound of the whistling sea breeze more prominent, as if countless monsters hidden in the darkness are about to appear.

Although practitioners can use magic to make the sun rise and the moon set, and can clearly observe the surrounding environment at night by just spending a little magic power, this ability cannot be fully utilized in the vast alien ocean.

There are many monsters in the alien sea. Whether you are galloping on the sea or spending the night on an island, you may be suddenly attacked by monsters that are good at hiding.

As we all know, ordinary practitioners cannot always maintain a high level of vigilance, and the number of practitioners who die as a result of this every year even exceeds the number of people who die in the formal hunting of monsters.

Therefore, unless there are urgent matters to be dealt with, or those are high-level practitioners who think they are powerful, it is best to do it at night.

The practitioners on the island will increase their vigilance as much as possible, and the protective measures at each practitioner gathering point will be fully activated. All practitioners who have not yet gone out to sea will choose to return to a safe area.

In the stone city surrounded by mountains, eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and a layer of faint blue light enveloped the entire stone city to prevent any monsters from sneaking into the city and launching a surprise attack. However, in the middle of the night, several mysterious figures wearing cloaks quietly arrived at a city gate.

Among the cultivators in charge of guarding the city gate there was a powerful cultivator in the Jindan stage and several colleagues in the foundation-building stage. When they saw the leader easily pull open a corner of his cloak, revealing his true face, they immediately opened a crack in the city protection barrier in horror, allowing these people to safely leave the stone city.

Just as these people fled the city and turned into a few rays of light and disappeared into the endless darkness, a soft "eh" sound suddenly came into everyone's ears.

They stopped in their tracks instantly and turned to look behind them.

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from a beam of light, and the light suddenly stopped in the air. Then a thin white line shot out from it and merged into the void behind it in an instant.

The other practitioners were all stunned, stopped suddenly and turned their heads in unison.

With a loud "zizz" sound, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out in the darkness in the distance. The white line seemed to hit something. Accompanied by a strange scream, a fist-sized golden light fell straight down.

"What on earth is that?" another practitioner blurted out in surprise.

However, the practitioner who launched the attack first just waved his hand lightly, and the white line immediately flew over from a distance. After some rotation, it turned into a thin needle as white as jade and fell into his hand.

At this moment, he slowly opened his mouth and said:
"I'm not sure either. It looks like some kind of spiritual insect, perhaps wild, or perhaps carefully raised by someone."

"But this insect can actually resist the attack of my 'White Sorrow Needle'. It is definitely not an ordinary creature. Please go and find the body of the insect for me. I want to carefully study what kind of spiritual insect it is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and gave instructions to the two practitioners behind him.

A moment later, the two people behind him answered respectfully, then turned into two beams of light and headed straight for the black land in the distance, searching for the killed golden spirit insect.

However, after a cup of tea, the two practitioners flew back dejectedly.

"Master, the spirit insect doesn't seem to be dead. We didn't find its body over there!" One of them replied hesitantly. (End of this chapter)