Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

High in the sky, Chen Yuan controlled his speed and searched for the traces of the immortal cultivator.

This mountain range is not too wide, only a few hundred miles. Deep in the mountains, there are many first-level monsters and it is rarely visited by humans.

But there was no trace of immortal cultivators here. When Chen Yuan flew out of the mountains, he came to a very open plain.

A big river meanders along the way. This place should be a land of fish and rice, with a prosperous population. However, wherever Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness passed, it was devastated.

The water of the river was extremely muddy, and there were thousands of dead bodies on the riverside. The ground was filled with smoke and refugees. The world of Weiguo had become a hell on earth, a doomsday scene.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly. The last time he saw such a scene was when the Demon Sect invaded Qi State. At that time, disasters occurred frequently, rebel armies rose up, and the mortal world was in chaos.

He continued to fly forward for thousands of miles and finally made a discovery.

A small mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles is shrouded in a light white mist, which makes it ethereal, peaceful and quiet.

The war in the mortal world of Wei State did not affect here. Several mortals who entered the mountain were trapped in the clouds and lost their way. They were able to get out after several days.

This is an illusion array that blocks mortals from entering the depths of the mountains. There must be immortal cultivators here.

Chen Yuan came to the sky above the mountains and stopped.

Looking down through the white mist, deep in the mountains, there are pavilions and towers everywhere, hidden in the mountains and forests, with lush trees and clear streams, just like a fairyland.

Several monks were running in the mountains in a hurry. Occasionally, two beams of light flew by, attracting envious glances from the monks.

On the outskirts of the mountains is a small market town with only two streets, a dozen shops, and hundreds of spiritual medicine gardens around it.

But the market town and the medicinal herb garden were empty, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

Chen Yuan spread out his spiritual sense, but was blocked by the formation.

This is a treasure formation that can withstand cultivators in the late Jindan stage, but it is nothing to cultivators in the Yuanying stage.

But he did not use forceful means, but dispersed his Qi, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator slowly dissipated, and he said lightly: "Where is the owner of this place?"

His voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, spreading throughout the entire mountain range.

The escaping light from the depths of the mountains stopped and looked up at the sky in doubt and surprise. The monks who were running on the stone steps of the mountain path also raised their heads in astonishment and looked around.

Chen Yuan slowly descended from the sky, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the cultivators below. His eyes were calm, and the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator was not concealed at all.

Suddenly, wind blew around, dispersing the clouds covering the mountains, and everyone could see Chen Yuan's figure.

Several beams of light flew up into the sky, and dozens of cultivators rushed out of their caves, looking up at the sky at the same time.

Chen Yuan came outside the formation, looked at the monks below, and said, "Where is the master of this place?"

A thunder-like sound spread, accompanied by the powerful pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator. The cultivators in the mountains woke up as if from a dream and dared not neglect it anymore.

A middle-aged cultivator stepped out from the crowd, looked at Chen Yuan in doubt, and bowed deeply: "I am Wang Cexun, the younger generation, and I am honored to be the head of the Wang family. I pay my respects to you, senior."

Chen Yuan said calmly, "So it's Patriarch Wang. I have something I want to ask Patriarch Wang for help with."

Wang Cexun forced a smile and said, "Senior, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve you. Please wait for a moment. I will open the formation right away."

After saying that, he turned around and instructed an old man beside him: "Great Elder, quickly let the cultivators in the clan disperse and do not disturb the seniors."

"I'll be back soon." The old man responded and sent down a beam of light to disperse the crowd of Qi-refining monks who were watching.

Wang Cexun touched the jade pendant on his waist, and the curtain covering the mountains flashed with light, opening up a passage about ten feet in size.

Seeing that he was so tactful, Chen Yuan smiled, put away his Nascent Soul pressure, and entered the passage.

He spread out his spiritual sense, covering the entire mountain range, and took in the Wang family's strengths and weaknesses.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the mountains is much higher than that in the outside world. There should be a small spiritual vein underground.

Wang Cexun is only at the middle stage of the Jindan stage, and all the cultivators around him are below the Jindan stage.

There are two people with the highest cultivation level, both of whom are in the late stage of foundation building. Among them is the "great elder" who dispersed the Wang family cultivators.

Everyone had a storage bag hanging around their waist, including Wang Cexun.

There was no mustard seed ring on his wrist.

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Wang Cexun was smiling, but there was an unconcealed worry in his eyes. He raised his hand and said, "Senior, please follow me."

The group of foundation-building cultivators looked apprehensive. They all clasped their fists and saluted, not daring to look up at Chen Yuan.

Although Chen Yuan did nothing, the fact that he just revealed his Nascent Soul cultivation was enough to make the low-level cultivators panic.

As long as he wanted to, he could easily wipe out the entire Wang family.

On the contrary, many of the Qi-refining cultivators who were gradually dispersing on the ground looked at Chen Yuan curiously.

Chen Yuan followed Wang Cexun to the top of the main peak, dropped his light, and walked into a hall. This should be the gathering place for the Wang family cultivators. Wang Cexun asked Chen Yuan to take the seat, and the other foundation-building cultivators stood below, with their hands hanging down.

The great elder finally walked into the hall, stood at the first place among the Wang family's foundation-building cultivators, and looked at Chen Yuan in awe.

Wang Ce Xun took out a teapot, teacup, and a green porcelain jar from his storage bag, took out a handful of green tea leaves, and carefully put them into the teapot.

He took out another jar of water, used his true essence to transform it into true fire, and when the water boiled, he raised his hand and the boiling water poured into the pot.

After waiting for a while, he filled the cup with spiritual tea and offered it with both hands: "Senior, this tea is called Chunming Tea, and it is taken from the only thousand-year-old spiritual tea tree in my Wang family."

"This tea tree was planted by my Wang family's ancestor himself. It is more than 1,400 years old and is quite famous in Wei State."

"Tea trees only produce eight or nine percent of tea leaves every ten years. Eighty percent is offered to Master Tong of the Jinwu Sect, and my Wang family can only keep twenty percent."

"I can't bear to drink it myself, so I use it to entertain guests. It has a unique taste. Please taste it, senior."

"Thousand-year-old spiritual tea tree? Then I would like to taste it." Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, he took the teacup and took a sip.

As the spiritual tea goes down the throat, a cool feeling penetrates the heart and lungs, clears the mind, and even makes the consciousness more active.

It is worthy of being a thousand-year-old spiritual tea tree, and it is also somewhat helpful to Nascent Soul cultivators.

Chen Yuan drank the tea in the cup and praised: "Not bad."

Upon seeing this, Wang Ce Xun immediately took out a porcelain jar filled with tea leaves and presented it with both hands: "I still have five taels of tea leaves in my hand, and I would like to give them all to you, senior."

Chen Yuan did not refuse, took the porcelain jar, and said with a smile: "Master Wang is so kind, I will not refuse it."

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Cexun's eyes, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed than before.

Chen Yuan put away the porcelain jar. How could he not hear the hidden meaning in Wang Cexun's words? The only one who could be called a senior by Wang Cexun was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The Jinwu Sect should be a sect in the Wei State. Sect Leader Tong has a Nascent Soul cultivator who regularly collects offerings from the Wang family, so he should have a close relationship with the Wang family.

Wang Cexun must have been unsure of his purpose, so he reminded him that although the Wang family was only a small family, it also had a Nascent Soul cultivator as its backer.

If he really has bad intentions, you can be cautious.

Offering the spiritual tea was also a test, and he did not refuse, which made Wang Ce Xun feel more at ease.

After this incident, the solemn atmosphere in the hall became much more relaxed. Wang Cexun asked, "How can I be of service to you, senior?"

Chen Yuan put down the teacup and smiled, "I have been in seclusion for a hundred years and have not been involved in external affairs. I just came out of seclusion a few days ago. I don't know much about the current situation in the world of immortal cultivation. Can Master Wang introduce it to me?"

Wang Cexun was stunned for a moment. He thought a lot and kept guessing why Chen Yuan came, but he never thought that Chen Yuan actually came to inquire about news, and it was such ordinary news.

But he quickly reacted and said respectfully: "Senior, the biggest event in the cultivation world in the past hundred years was the truce between good and evil twenty years ago."

"The Demon Sect retreated and was forced to migrate to several sects in the south, and then returned to their homeland."

"Besides that, the leader of the Si State Muyin Sect, Yin Huai, passed away..."

Wang Cexun gave a brief introduction to the situation in the world of immortal cultivation. Chen Yuan listened quietly beside him, but his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, quietly clenched the armrest.

He returned to Donghuazhou.

After sensing the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth and learning about the numerous small countries, Chen Yuan had some vague guesses, but was still not sure.

He finally got the answer from Wang Cexun.

Chen Yuan had mixed feelings. After the ancient teleportation array became ineffective, he thought he would never return to Donghua Continent again.

Unexpectedly, I was caught in a space storm and narrowly escaped death, but ended up returning here.

The news of the ceasefire between good and evil was beyond his expectations.

The Demon Sect has also given up the territories of various countries that it had occupied. Then why did they mobilize the entire sect to launch a war in the first place?
Chen Yuan's mind was full of thoughts. After Wang Cexun finished speaking, he asked casually, "What changes have occurred in the six clans of Qi?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Cexun was moved. Could it be that this Yuanying senior was from Qi?

He thought for a while and said, "Please forgive me, Senior. Qi is more than 100,000 miles away from Wei, separated by four countries. I don't know the details."

"But among the several countries invaded by the Demon Sect, the Six Sects of Qi were the strongest and resisted the longest. Although they were defeated in the end, their losses were not great."

"After the truce between good and evil, the six sects immediately moved back to Qi. The situation has not changed, so there shouldn't be much change."

Chen Yuan felt relieved to learn that Lingyun Sect still existed. Familiar figures appeared in his mind and he was dazed for a moment.

After a while, he suppressed his thoughts and said with a smile: "My true essence has been somewhat depleted. I would like to borrow the Wang family's spiritual vein to restore my true essence. I hope that the head of the Wang family will allow it."

He really wanted to return to Lingyun Sect right now, but the journey was long, so he had to be cautious. It would not be too late to set off again after his true energy was restored.

A hint of doubt flashed across Wang Cexun's eyes. How could this senior, who had just come out of retreat, have lost his true energy?
But he did not dare to ask more questions, and said respectfully: "It is a great honor for the Wang family to be able to stay here. Please follow me, senior." (End of this chapter)