Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"The auction is now over. Thank you all for participating in this auction..."

On the central platform on the first floor of the main hall, an old man in a red robe smiled widely and bowed to all directions. His voice was loud but it could not hide the fatigue between his brows.

After seven days and seven nights of sleepless auction, even though he was a Jindan cultivator, he was extremely exhausted.

The first and second level Qi-refining monks and foundation-building monks stood up one after another and walked out of the hall, the sound of their chatting and laughing could be heard everywhere.

From time to time, people looked up at the boxes on the third floor with expressions of amazement on their faces. The most eye-catching boxes were No. 16, No. 24, No. 59, No. 67 and No. 69.

In Box No. 59, Chen Yuan sat back on the couch, picked up a cup of spiritual tea on the table, sipped it gently, and had no intention of leaving.

The array plate on the table was dim and the water curtain technique quietly dissipated. He could not see the scene in the hall, nor did he spread his spiritual sense to investigate the situation outside the box.

The formation in the box can not only prevent others from spying, but also make it difficult for the cultivators in the box to detect their spiritual consciousness.

At the same time, a powerful pressure descended, as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders. Chen Yuan paused for a moment, then raised his head, drank the spiritual tea in the cup, and put it back on the table.

This is the usual practice of the Fanyang Auction. In order to avoid conflicts between Jindan cultivators, the Jindan cultivators in the box will leave one after another under the guidance of the cultivators from the three sects of Fanyang. They cannot be detected by spiritual sense and will not be allowed to meet each other.

A group of Jindan cultivators with extraordinary financial resources and considerable strength had just fought each other for treasures, and could only watch helplessly as the spiritual objects they had been searching for for a long time were bought by others. How could they not feel hatred in their hearts?
Just like Yan Tongchun, whose Zhenkong Stone was snatched away by Chen Yuan and who was humiliated in public, he must be full of hatred towards him.

The formation that isolates spiritual consciousness in the box is very simple, but the Nascent Soul cultivator who is in charge of the scene makes all the Jindan cultivators dare not act rashly.

It is precisely because the three sects of Fanyang were so thoughtful that they were able to attract so many cultivators to participate in the auction.

Many precious treasures that are rarely seen in other markets will appear in turn at the auction, making the Fanyang Auction more and more famous.

The last few treasures are rare treasures in the world. They were all included in the treasure list in advance. The monks were well prepared and shouted out sky-high prices one after another.

Among them was a thousand-year-old Qingfeng bamboo, similar to the one Chen Yuan gave to Zhang Wushan.

This item may not be a big deal in other states, but in Renzhou where Confucianism and Taoism are flourishing, the value of this piece of Qingfeng bamboo is no less than that of ordinary top-grade spiritual materials. Yan Tongchun exchanged it for three bottles of late-stage Jindan elixir and one thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

Only then did Chen Yuan understand why Zhang Wushan insisted that he owed him a favor. To him, the Qingfeng Bamboo was indeed much more valuable than the useless Tianlei Talisman.

However, Chen Yuan had no regrets about this. Qingfeng Bamboo was of no use to him.

And the fact that Zhang Wushan was able to stand up for him at the auction and even break up with his fellow junior fellow apprentice was truly precious.

The last item of the auction was a Golden Wind Jade Dew Pill, which could condense Golden Wind Jade Dew in the cultivator's body, resist the burning of Yin Fire, and safely survive the Yin Fire disaster. It was a sacred object for forming an infant.

This attracted more than a dozen Jindan cultivators to scramble for it. Zhang Wushan did not participate in it, but Yan Tongchun made bids frequently. However, it was finally bought by the female cultivator in box number 16, who paid a sky-high price for two top-grade spiritual materials and three top-grade spiritual stones, shocking all the cultivators in the hall.

These two top-grade spiritual materials can be used as the main materials for refining high-level magic weapons. With the addition of several top-grade spiritual materials, perhaps two high-level magic weapons can be refined. The three top-grade spiritual stones are also enough to make Nascent Soul cultivators excited.

The spiritual energy in a piece of top-grade spirit stone may seem to be only equivalent to that in one hundred high-grade spirit stones, but it is far more refined than the spiritual energy in high-grade spirit stones.

At least five hundred high-quality spirit stones would be needed to exchange for a top-quality spirit stone, but it was still out of stock.

The monks in the hall were talking about it. The people in boxes 24 and 67 were disciples of the Haoran Sect. The female cultivator in box 16 must not be of low status either. There must be a Nascent Soul cultivator standing behind her to be able to take out such a precious treasure.

Chen Yuan was also quite envious of the Golden Wind Jade Dew Pill. This thing could resist the Yin Fire Tribulation and greatly increase the chances of overcoming the tribulation, but it would not reduce the strength after forming an infant.

But the seller's starting price was a top-grade spiritual material, and then someone else called out two top-grade spiritual materials. He simply couldn't afford them, so he had to give up the idea.

Chen Yuan looked at several wealthy Jindan cultivators bidding and could only comfort himself in his heart that he was a physical cultivator, and as long as he could refine the true spirit and blood in Kun Feng's body, the Yin Fire Tribulation would be nothing.

……

Chen Yuan waited for about half an hour before there was a knock on the door.

He tapped the jade tablet on the table, and the door opened quietly.

A young female cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining walked into the room, bowed gracefully, and said apologetically, "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. Would you like to leave the hall or continue to attend the trade fair?"

Chen Yuan stood up from the couch and said calmly, "I want to attend the trade fair."

The young female cultivator smiled, flicked the storage bag at her waist, and a mask appeared in her hand. She bowed slightly and handed it to Chen Yuan with both hands: "Please wear this mask, senior."

Chen Yuan took it and looked at it. It was a mask made of hollow gold threads. The patterns were intricate and exquisite, and it was flashing with a faint spiritual light. It was actually a low-grade magical weapon.

The mask covered the upper half of his face, and his eyes were hidden among the delicate gold thread patterns, making it impossible for others to see his features clearly.

The young female cultivator raised her hand and said, "Senior, please follow me."

Chen Yuan followed her out of the box and came to the first floor.

At this time, all cultivators below the Jindan stage had left the hall. The two did not go through the main entrance of the hall, but went through a side door and came to the back of the hall.

After walking another hundred feet, he entered a much smaller palace.

The hall was empty, with more than 40 stone platforms scattered around. Treasures were hung on the platforms, including elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual materials, spiritual herbs, and spiritual objects. Upon closer inspection, they were all items that failed to be sold at the auction. On each stone platform, there was a water curtain, and behind it stood a foundation-building cultivator with a respectful expression.

More than twenty monks were wandering around the hall. Like Chen Yuan, they all wore exquisite masks made of gold thread that covered their faces.

The young female cultivator whispered, "Senior, the treasures at the trade fair are all those that were previously unsold. Once all the Jindan True Immortals participating in the trade fair gather together, you can negotiate the price with the seller through the water curtain and trade on your own."

After saying that, she bowed to Chen Yuanying and turned to leave.

Chen Yuan walked to a stone platform. The light of the water curtain was dim. It was obvious that some Jindan cultivators who wanted to participate in the trade fair had not arrived yet, so they had to wait for a while.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator still loomed over everyone. The cultivators in the hall were silent, and no one dared to touch the treasures that were so close to them. They waited quietly for the trade fair to begin.

One after another, masked Jindan monks, led by a young female monk, walked into the hall. After two quarters of an hour, no one entered anymore.

The red-robed old man walked out from the back of the hall, came to the center of the hall, bowed to all four directions, and said in a loud voice: "There are many treasures on sale at this auction. According to convention, you can trade with the sellers at this trade fair. This trade fair will only last for one day, and you can leave at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the water curtain on the stone platform lit up with blue light, illuminating the somewhat dim hall.

Chen Yuan had already seen the stone platform where the Red Flame Pearl was located. He walked up to the platform and looked at the water curtain.

On the far right side of the water curtain, there is a vertical column of small black characters: "Three bottles of late Jindan elixir."

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual consciousness, leaving a row of small green characters on the left side of the text: "I am willing to give you two bottles of late Jindan elixir."

Just as he left these small words, a thin male cultivator walked up to the stone platform.

He saw the words left by Chen Yuan and sneered. A row of red small words appeared on the left side of the green small words: "I am willing to give two bottles and one late stage Jindan elixir in exchange for this red flame bead!"

Chen Yuan turned his head to look at him, then turned back and looked at the water curtain calmly.

A row of small black characters appeared: "At least two bottles and four pills of late-stage Jindan elixir, otherwise I won't exchange this bead."

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and he left a series of small green characters: "I am willing to give two bottles and five pills."

"Two bottles and six pills." A row of small red words followed closely.

At this time, two more cultivators came to the stone platform, saw the words on the water curtain, looked at Chen Yuan and the thin cultivator, shook their heads, turned and left, obviously not thinking that this Red Flame Pearl was worth so many pills.

"Two bottles and seven pills." Chen Yuan added the pills one by one.

The thin monk glared at him with anger in his eyes, then glanced reluctantly at the red flame bead on the stone platform, then turned and left.

A row of small black characters appeared on the water curtain: "Deal!"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, took out three jade bottles from the mustard seed ring, took out three pills from one of the jade bottles, and then handed the remaining pills to the foundation-building cultivator behind the stone platform.

After the foundation-building cultivator carefully checked the pill, he said respectfully, "The pill is fine. Senior, you may take the Red Flame Pearl."

Chen Yuan raised his hand, took the red flame bead on the stone platform and put it into the mustard seed ring.

Among the unsold treasures, he was only interested in the Red Flame Pearl. Although the other items were also very precious, he had no use for them at the moment.

Chen Yuan walked out of the hall, and no one took back the gold-thread hollow mask on his face.

There was also a Jindan cultivator who walked out of the hall with Chen Yuan. The two looked at each other, a hint of vigilance flashed in their eyes, and they turned around at the same time and walked in opposite directions.

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet around him, and circled around the market several times.

After making sure that no one was following him, he came to a secluded place, took off his mask, changed into a green robe, and walked towards the cave he rented.

He came to the foot of the mountain where the cave was located and climbed up the stairs. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he turned and went to another staircase. His steps seemed to be slow but were actually fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived at a quiet courtyard hidden in a bamboo forest.

He knocked on the gate and said loudly, "Is Brother Zhang here? Chen Yuan is here to visit!"

Soon, the courtyard door opened, and Zhang Wushan walked out quickly, saying with a smile, "Brother Chen, please come in."

The two men walked into the main hall and sat down as host and guest. Zhang Wushan took out the teapot and teacup from the mustard seed ring, filled Chen Yuan with spiritual tea himself, and handed it to him.

Chen Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. As the tea entered his stomach, he felt a faint spiritual energy flowing into his limbs and bones. He felt refreshed and praised, "The fragrance lingers, the aftertaste is long, and it has the effect of warming the soul. Good tea!"

Zhang Wushan smiled and said, "This is the 'Yulin Tea' that is unique to the Chongde Mountains. If Brother Chen likes it, I still have a lot. I will give one to Brother Chen."

He raised his sleeve and a celadon teapot appeared out of thin air on the table.

Chen Yuan put down the teacup and declined, "This tea has the effect of warming the soul, it must be very valuable, I will only take half."

Zhang Wushan smiled and said, "It's just a spiritual tea. Brother Chen, you don't have to be polite. If it weren't for Brother Chen's generosity in giving me the Qingfeng Bamboo, I would have kept the spiritual stone and competed with Yan Tongchun for that Qingfeng Bamboo. I would have missed out on that jar of Purple Light Cold Spring."

Chen Yuan then put the celadon teapot into the mustard ring and said solemnly, "I would also like to thank Brother Zhang for helping me out at the auction. Brother Zhang has offended Yan Tongchun. Will there be any trouble in the future?" (End of this chapter)