Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Renzhou.

In the Qingkang Mountains, the mountains are majestic and undulating, like a giant dragon winding across the earth.

This mountain range is thousands of miles long, vast and boundless, with monsters and beasts running rampant and few people going there.

Most of the mortals in Jiuxianzhou know about the existence of immortal cultivators and monsters, but they only dare to hunt wild animals, collect some herbs, and mine minerals on the edge of the Qingkang Mountains.

Going deeper, there are only tall primeval forests and ferocious monsters. Even immortal cultivators dare not enter, otherwise how could these monsters be allowed to linger in the depths of the mountains?

But in fact, this is just a legend spread by mortals. There are indeed monsters in the Qingkang Mountains, but they are not ferocious.

The most common monsters in the Qingkang Mountains are level one monsters. Monsters above level two are relatively rare. There are only a few monsters above level five, and they hide deep in the mountains and dare not show up.

The reason why the monsters here can survive until now is entirely because Jiuxianzhou is rich in resources, with numerous spiritual veins and spiritual mines. The demon cores and materials of low-level monsters are of little value, and only the disciples of a few small sects nearby and independent cultivators would go into the mountains to hunt monsters and obtain their cores.

The Jindan cultivator had no interest in these monsters, and he only let them go in order to leave a place for his disciples to train.

It is better to take it slow and steady than to drain the pond to catch all the fish.

The "kindness" of Jindan Zhenren allowed the monsters in the Qingkang Mountains to survive, and also provided a precious place for the nearby independent cultivators to obtain spirit stones.

In the vast mountains and forests, a cultivator was floating by like flying catkins, as if his feet were not touching the ground. Each step was several feet away, and his figure was light, graceful and elegant.

He came to the top of a mountain that was a hundred feet high, stopped, closed his eyes slightly, spread out his spiritual sense, and looked solemnly at the surrounding situation.

He was tall, with his hair tied up, a resolute face, and very thick eyebrows. He looked to be in his twenties. He was dressed in a blue shirt and a pair of black boots, both of which were spotless and he looked very heroic.

If Chen Yuan were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that this was his beloved disciple Li Qingshan.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan opened his eyes, turned his head suddenly, looked to the left, and said in a deep voice: "I found you!"

His eyes were extremely bright and as sharp as swords, as if they could penetrate the vast mountains and forests and see the deep valley at the foot of the mountain.

With a flash of light, he flew out of the forest and headed straight for the foot of the mountain!

The mountain was short, and in just a moment, Li Qingshan reached the foot of the mountain and fell into a valley.

He raised his hand and flicked the storage bag on his waist, took out a flying sword, and pointed it: "Fast!"

The flying sword swelled in the wind, becoming three feet long, with a cold glow, like a stream of light, shooting out and flying into a cave deep in the valley.

"Ow!"

A roar that echoed throughout the valley came from the cave entrance, startling all the birds flying in the sky.

Above the mountain wall where the cave was located, rubble and soil kept rolling down. A beast shadow rushed out and landed in the valley, causing the earth to shake.

This is a spotted tiger, about ten feet long, about as tall as a man, tall and mighty, exuding a faint demonic aura.

But at this moment, the flying swords were flying around it, leaving wounds on it. Blood was gushing out like a fountain, dyeing its originally satin-like fur dark red, making it look miserable.

The tiger demon immediately saw Li Qingshan hanging in the air, anger burning in his dark eyes, his body suddenly grew half his size, his muscles bulged like rocks, the demonic aura emanating from his body became even stronger, he leaped up and pounced on him.

Li Qingshan looked calm, his figure swayed, he retreated gracefully, and made a gesture with his hands: "Split!"

The flying sword split into a sword shadow, and the two swords crossed and slashed towards the tiger monster at a faster speed. Only two cold lights could be seen interweaving in the air, weaving a large net of cold light and sharp blades.

The tiger demon was caught in the net woven by the flying swords, and countless deep wounds appeared on it in an instant. Its forward momentum completely dissipated, and it let out a scream and fell back into the valley.

It used its innate magical power, but unfortunately, this power only made its body stronger, but it could not touch Li Qingshan.

In front of a sharp flying sword, even the toughest fur cannot stop the sword light.

This tiger demon is a third-level demon beast, but its bloodline is rather mediocre, and it only masters one kind of innate magical power similar to the explosion of essence and blood.

After using this innate magical power, the tiger demon's strength will not only be enhanced, but its vitality will also become extremely tenacious.

This advantage turned into a torture at this moment. After experiencing a torture like lingchi, it fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief and pointed a point. The differentiated sword shadows slowly dissipated, and the flying sword pierced into the tiger monster's body nimbly, taking out a yellow demon pill.

It seemed easy for him to kill the tiger demon, but every time the flying sword moved back and forth, it consumed a lot of true energy. The art of splitting light and transforming into shadows was also continuously devouring the true energy. After a battle, the true energy in his body was less than 50%.

These are the only two disadvantages of sword cultivation. The first is that they cannot withstand long battles. The other disadvantage is that they cannot control other magic weapons. Whether attacking or defending, they can only rely on a flying sword.

But only in this way can the flying sword of the sword cultivator instantly burst out with the most brilliant sword light, making people tremble with fear. Once the sword is out, either death or injury, either you die or I die.

The tiger demon's fur was already tattered, but Li Qingshan still peeled it off carefully, leaving behind the tiger's tail, bones, paws, and teeth. Even the tiger's blood was collected in a low-grade magical jade pot, leaving not a drop behind.

Ragged tiger skins can be cut up and used as raw material for making talisman paper, which is very popular.

Tiger bones are hard and can be used as spiritual materials to refine low-grade spiritual weapons.

Tiger tails and tiger teeth can be refined into magical weapons. Tiger paws are a top-quality food ingredient and are quite popular among some low-level monks.

All of the tiger demon's blood essence is condensed in the demon pill, but ordinary tiger demon blood also contains a hint of demonic power, which can be refined into spiritual liquid, used to make talismans, and can also be sold for a sum of spirit stones.

There was no way. The spirit stones and elixirs that Chen Yuan left for Li Qingshan had long been used up. He was actually no different from a casual cultivator. He could only rely on himself for cultivation. He had to be thrifty and not let go of any spirit stones.

After Chen Yuan left, Li Qingshan followed his master's instructions and used the Qingkang Mountains as a place to test his sword. Over the past seven years, dozens of monsters have been killed by his sword, and their bodies exude a faint evil aura.

Two years ago, he had successfully established his foundation and truly embarked on the path of cultivating immortals. He was no longer the Qi-refining cultivator who could only bury his head in hard practice.

In addition to practicing on weekdays, Li Qingshan would go into the mountains to hunt monsters, then take the monster pills and monster beast materials to the market to sell in exchange for pills, and then meditate and practice, day after day, over and over again.

He is worthy of being the son of a hunter. Based on the habits of monsters recorded in the monster encyclopedia, he is good at finding the traces of monsters and can always find them.

In the beginning, Li Qingshan killed all kinds of monsters, but as his cultivation gradually improved, especially after he established his foundation, his strength increased greatly and he no longer looked down on monsters of the same level.

He is a sword cultivator, and monsters of the same level are no match for him. Three or two swords can mean a life. Only monsters of level three can arouse his interest.

He had also fought with a fourth-level monster before, but he could not hold out for more than a few breaths and could only flee for his life relying on the speed of a sword cultivator.

There is only one level difference between a level four monster and a level three monster, but the strength is vastly different. The flying sword in his hand is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, which can cut through the fur, scales and armor of a level three monster, but it is difficult to hurt a level four monster.

After dealing with all this, Li Qingshan followed his master's instructions and cast a fireball spell to ignite the remaining tiger demon corpses.

Sword cultivators focus on breaking all magic with one sword, and they only practice flying swords, but they can still cast basic five elements magic.

But Li Qingshan couldn't cast stronger spells. He couldn't even cast spells with the attributes of gold and water.

The tiger monster's flesh and blood quickly turned black in the flames. When the tiger monster was alive, the fireball technique couldn't even hurt its fur. But after it died, its monster power dissipated, and it was no different from an ordinary tiger.

Soon, the tiger demon's flesh and blood was about to turn into ashes. Li Qingshan rode on the light of escape and flew out of the valley.

But at this moment, a clear voice sounded: "Daoyou, please stay!"

Li Qingshan paused and turned his head to look. A beam of light flew over from a distance and stopped ten feet in front of him.

The escaping light disappeared, revealing a young Confucian scholar with a handsome appearance. He held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently. He had a very unrestrained temperament and a surge of spiritual energy throughout his body. He had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building.

He glanced at the tiger monster's flesh and blood that was about to be burned to ashes in the valley, then looked at Li Qingshan, looked him up and down, and casually bowed: "Fellow Daoist, you have great skills to kill a level three tiger monster. I am Feng Yongyan, a disciple of the White Deer Academy. I wonder who your master is?"

Li Qingshan looked at the young scholar with a vigilant look.

This person's cultivation was one level higher than his, and his sudden appearance inevitably made him wary.

"I am just a casual cultivator. I was lucky enough to kill this tiger monster. I have important things to do, so I will take my leave now." Li Qingshan did not want to get entangled with this person, so he bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist." The young scholar said with a smile, "I am quite interested in the third-level demon pill in your hand. I wonder if you can give it up?"

Li Qingshan turned around and asked in a deep voice: "How many spirit stones can you offer?"

The smile on the young scholar's face became even more intense. "You have worked so hard, I cannot let you suffer any loss. How about this, ten low-grade spirit stones?"

Li Qingshan's face darkened when he heard this: "Are you here to joke with me on purpose?"

The third-level demon pill is very valuable, and the third-level demon pill of the tiger demon is even rarer, and can be sold for at least 200 low-grade spirit stones.

The young scholar laughed, a hint of pride on his handsome face: "Don't you want to sell it? You should think it over carefully. My cultivation is higher than yours, and I am a disciple of the White Deer Academy. Do you want to offend the White Deer Academy?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Li Qingshan's eyes. He looked the young scholar up and down, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

It was the first time he met such a stupid and arrogant person.

Feng Yongyan felt that he had already controlled Li Qingshan, and said with a smile: "Daoyou should sell the Tiger Demon Pill to me obediently, otherwise if we start fighting, Daoyou won't even get ten low-grade spirit stones."

Li Qingshan was impatient to talk nonsense with him, flicked his storage bag, summoned his flying sword, and said coldly: "If you die in this deep mountain, can the White Deer Academy avenge you?" (End of this chapter)