Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Zhang Wushan stood there in a daze, looking at the huge group of people walking on the stone steps below.

Ye Wendi's expression beside him also turned gloomy in an instant. The three of them had just left the hall and ran down the mountain when they collided head-on with the pursuers. They had no way to advance or retreat. It was truly like there was no way to go up to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

The burly man leading the way had a pair of strange double pupils, and was obviously the demon cultivator who had split his spirit as Chen Yuan had mentioned before.

As for the true disciples of the ten major sects, Ye Guihong, the leader of the Jiuli Sect who was famous in the world of immortal cultivation, naturally recognized him at a glance.

The person standing next to him should be Yuwen Zhenren from the Jiuli Sect.

Although he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, his strength is extremely strong. He has few rivals among cultivators of the same level and is very famous in the world of immortal cultivation.

The two monks on the other side of the burly man, if I am not mistaken, should be the head of the Zhengqing Sect, Mo Wuchen, and the great elder of the Shaoxuan Sect, Xuan Weizi. Both of them were surprised.

Chen Yuan clearly said that outside the secret realm there were only the demon cultivator who had attained divine power and the cultivators from the Jiuli Sect. Why did people from the Zhengqing Sect and the Shaoxuan Sect also appear here?

The two of them glanced at the group of Nascent Soul cultivators behind the three great cultivators, their hearts sank and their faces became extremely ugly.

Chen Yuan, however, looked normal. He glanced at everyone slowly and frowned, "Why are you blocking our way?"

A cold light flashed in the burly man's strange double pupils. He was about to speak, but the white-haired old Taoist interrupted him: "Is this Ye Wendi, the nephew of Cangjian Palace?"

He stared at Ye Wendi closely, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The burly man turned his eyes to Ye Wendi and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know this person?"

The white-haired Taoist looked Ye Wendi up and down: "If I am not mistaken, this is a disciple of an old friend..."

Ye Wendi exhaled lightly, clasped his fists and bowed: "Junior Ye Wendi, greetings to Senior Xuanweizi."

The white-haired old Taoist slightly widened his eyes: "It is indeed Junior-Martial Nephew Ye. I haven't seen you for many years. Junior-Martial Nephew Ye has successfully formed a fetus. This is really cause for celebration."

"How did Junior Brother Ye enter the secret realm, and why did he appear here?"

Ye Wendi said: "It's a long story. I came to Nanzhou to train several decades ago. When I was chasing an eighth-level monster, I was unfortunately caught in the turbulence of space."

"When I woke up, I was already in this ancient secret realm. Until today, I never thought I would meet you here."

"Senior, please let the three of us go for the sake of our master."

"After returning to the sect, I will report this matter to Master and ask him to come and thank me in person."

The white-haired Taoist frowned, turned his eyes to Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan, and asked, "How did these two Taoist friends enter the secret realm?"

Zhang Wushan glanced at Chen Yuan and saw that he had no expression on his face. He gritted his teeth and bowed: "Junior Zhang Wushan of Haoran Sect, my master is Mr. Qingliu, I am honored to meet Senior Xuanweizi."

"I, like Fellow Daoist Ye, was caught in the turbulent flow of space and accidentally entered the secret realm."

Although he had successfully formed a fetus and his realm was comparable to that of the white-haired Taoist priest, Shaoxuan Sect and Haoran Sect both belonged to the orthodox sect. The white-haired Taoist priest had a long lifespan and was a great cultivator, so he formed a fetus before Mr. Qingliu.

Forced by the situation, he called himself a junior so as not to lose face as a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The white-haired Taoist priest showed surprise in his eyes: "So you are the disciple of Taoist Fellow Qingliu. I have also heard of the name of Junior Brother Zhang. He is among the disciples of Haoran Sect. I wonder when he formed his Nascent Soul?"

Zhang Wushan said: "I had some opportunities in the secret realm and was lucky enough to form a Nascent Soul."

The white-haired Taoist nodded slightly and looked at Chen Yuan again: "Could this Taoist friend also be a disciple of the ten major sects?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I am just a casual cultivator. Like Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Ye, I was also caught in the turbulent flow of space and accidentally entered the secret realm."

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed: "This is a coincidence. When did spatial turbulence become so common? It actually involved three people in a row, and all of them were unharmed. This is really unheard of."

"May I ask where did you learn your teacher from, and what is your name?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I am just an independent cultivator, and my master is also a nobody. If I tell you about it, it will only pollute your ears. Please make way and let the three of us leave."

The white-haired Taoist wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the burly man: "Alright! No matter who is backing this person, since he is here, he can't leave. Quickly capture these three people and search their souls!"

Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi's faces changed. The white-haired old Taoist looked embarrassed. "Senior, these two nephews have only a small amount of cultivation. They are true disciples of Cangjian Palace and Haoran Sect. Their identities are clean. They can't possibly be the black-robed monk."

"If we capture him for no reason and use the big to bully the small, and spread the news, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the master behind him..."

The burly man frowned and said, "Then let these two people take out the mustard seed ring and search carefully. If they don't have what I want, you can do whatever you want with them..."

He turned to look at Chen Yuan and said grimly, "But this person is very reserved. Even I cannot see through his cultivation."

"Faced with twenty Nascent Soul cultivators blocking his way, he showed no fear and was unusually calm. This is very strange. We must not let him go."

Ye Guihong had been sizing up Chen Yuan, his eyes gradually turning cold, and he said, "That's right! Junior-Martial Nephew Ye and Junior-Martial Nephew Zhang are the direct descendants of the righteous way, so there is no need to search their souls and extract their spirits."

"But this person's figure is quite similar to that of the black-robed monk, and his origins are unknown. We must not let him get away!"

He hated the black-robed monk who disrupted the Jiuli Sect's plans and would never let any suspicious person go.

Even Mo Wuchen, who had a deep grudge against Ye Guihong, strongly agreed with this.

Although they are not afraid of Haoran Sect and Cangjian Palace, these two sects have profound foundations and are ranked among the top ten sects, so they would not offend them if possible.

He said, "Zhang, my dear nephew, I have met Daoist Fellow Qing Liu once before. I know that he is a great scholar of the time, with a noble character. The disciples he teaches will surely be outstanding in the righteous path and have a deep understanding of righteousness."

"As long as you are willing to take out the mustard seed ring and let us check it, I will definitely ensure that you and Martial Brother Ye are safe and sound. How do you think?"

The white-haired Taoist also echoed: "As long as the two nephews are willing to hand over the mustard seed ring, I am willing to ensure that the two nephews are safe and sound."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi looked at each other and saw hesitation and deliberation on each other's faces.

The two leaders of the ten major sects and a great monk have publicly guaranteed it and they will definitely not go back on their word.

They only got a dozen thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. Although the number of low-level spiritual herbs was a bit more, it was still extremely worthwhile if it could save their lives.

But along the way, Chen Yuan killed level nine ferocious beasts and distributed spiritual herbs to the two of them. After entering this place, he took the initiative to explore the way ahead and took good care of them. The three of them had become friends of life and death.

It would be too cruel to let them abandon Chen Yuan just like that.

Just as the two were hesitating, an elder of the Jiuli Sect suddenly said, "Master, I... I might know this person!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged cultivator. He was staring at Chen Yuan with some hesitation in his eyes.

When Chen Yuan saw him staring at him, he frowned slightly, then returned to normal.

Ye Guihong asked, "Junior Brother Li, do you know this person's origin?"

The middle-aged cultivator hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "After Junior Brother Tian disappeared, I was ordered by the head senior brother to find out Junior Brother Tian's whereabouts."

"We learned that he had gone to Jingzhou Wanling Pavilion to refine magic weapons, and had a conflict with a Nascent Soul cultivator. Not long after that, he lost contact."

“This person looks exactly like that Nascent Soul cultivator. He should be that Nascent Soul cultivator.”

Ye Guihong's face turned pale with anger: "Is this true? Why didn't Junior Brother tell me about this?"

The middle-aged cultivator showed a bit of grievance in his eyes: "This person had just formed an infant at that time, how could he be a match for Junior Brother Tian."

"Plus, Junior Brother Tian's life essence lamp was not extinguished. I just thought Junior Brother Tian was entangled by something or fell into danger. I never doubted this person."

Ye Guihong was stunned: "You said that this person had just formed a fetus when Junior Brother Tian disappeared?"

The middle-aged cultivator said, "Yes, I sent someone to Renzhou to inquire. This person's name is Chen Yuan. He is a casual cultivator in Renzhou. He successfully formed a fetus by borrowing the Haoran Sect's spiritual veins."

"However, our sect has limited eyes and ears in Renzhou, and the rest of the world doesn't know much..."

Ye Guihong suddenly turned his head and looked Chen Yuan up and down with a look of surprise and doubt.

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye, is this Chen Yuan the black-robed monk?"

Ye Guihong frowned, "It's almost certain that Junior Brother Tian also knows about the secret realm. He was probably captured by this person, tortured to find out the secret realm, and then sneaked into Nanzhou, but was discovered by Senior Sun..."

The white-haired old Taoist's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his aura spread out: "Since we know the identity of this person, what are we waiting for? Capture him quickly!"

Mo Wuchen's face was also full of coldness, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Chen Yuan.

Ye Guihong added, "But Junior Brother Tian disappeared only eighty years ago. Chen Yuan had just formed his infant at that time, and it has been less than a hundred years. How could he have escaped from Senior Sun's split spirit?"

The white-haired old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and half-doubtedly asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye, are you saying that this person only formed his Nascent Soul eighty years ago?"

Ye Guihong nodded. Everyone was stunned when they saw this. Then they all turned to look at Chen Yuan with surprise in their eyes.

Mo Wuchen frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, please stop joking. There is no way a casual cultivator who has only been in the infant stage for a hundred years can escape from the hands of Senior Sun's spirit!"

Ye Guihong was about to refute when the burly man suddenly spoke coldly, "What's the point of you arguing here? Capture this man, search his soul, and everything will become clear."

"Those two juniors, have you thought it through?"

Zhang Wushan took a deep look at Chen Yuan, then clasped his fists and bowed to Mo Wuchen: "Master Mo, I appreciate your kindness."

"However, Brother Chen and I are friends for life and death. In this time of crisis, I will naturally stand by Brother Chen's side. I hope you will forgive me."

Mo Wuchen was startled: "Master Brother Zhang, have you made up your mind?"

Zhang Wushan nodded, his expression firm: "A gentleman will not refuse difficulties. I will go through this calamity with Brother Chen."

Ye Wendi also bowed to the white-haired old Taoist priest and said calmly, "I will also advance and retreat together with Taoist Chen."

The white-haired Taoist frowned and said, "Why did Junior Brother Ye put himself in danger?"

Ye Wendi stood up, took out the flying sword, lowered his head and stared at it, stroked the sword with two fingers of his left hand, and said word by word: "The flying sword in my hand would rather break than bend."

The white-haired Taoist was about to speak to dissuade him, but the burly man frowned and said, "They are just two Yuanying early stage cultivators, just capture them alive, don't say anything more!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward and ran straight towards Chen Yuan! Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

Since the two of them took the initiative to seek death, it’s not his fault.

Even if Haoran Sect and Cangjian Palace learn about this in the future, they will not be able to cause trouble for Shaoxuan Sect again.

When Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi saw the burly man rushing towards them, their expressions changed slightly and they were about to go forward to meet him.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to stop the two of them and said calmly, "This place is narrow, both of you should step back and leave it to me."

After saying that, he floated out and headed straight towards the burly man. He no longer concealed his aura, and the pressure from his middle Nascent Soul stage dissipated with a bang.

The burly man sensed the familiar aura and sneered, "It's you! This place is full of restrictions. I want to see what other methods you have without the Thunder Escape Technique!"

The two were only thirty or forty feet apart. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to Chen Yuan and punched him!
The sound of breaking air was heard, and where the burly man's fist landed, several gray-white space cracks appeared out of thin air.

Sun Yuan only sent down a wisp of his spirit, but the strength of his physical body was so terrifying that with one punch, he had the power to shatter the void!
Everyone was horrified, thinking that the heavy sword had no edge and the great skill was not skillful.

This is the power of a demon cultivator who has reached the state of being a god. He can defeat all opponents with his strength. There is no need to display any magical powers. The power of just one punch is enough to make people unable to resist.

However, Chen Yuan did not have the slightest intention of retreating. His expression was calm as usual, but a blush suddenly appeared on his face. He also threw a punch, and several space cracks suddenly appeared in the void, colliding with the burly man's fist.

boom!
A loud noise echoed throughout the mountain. The burly man and Chen Yuan each retreated a few steps, and they were evenly matched!

The burly man's expression changed, he stopped retreating, and stared at Chen Yuan: "Have you refined the demon pill?"

Chen Yuan left a few shallow footprints on the stone steps, then stopped. His face was strangely red, and his aura had increased by much more than before, almost as powerful as that of a great monk.

He said coldly: "What demon pill? What do you mean by that? I don't understand."

The burly man said word by word, "Outside the secret realm, I only threw out the shadow of the Hunyuan stick, and you had to use all your strength to barely resist it."

"Now, you can compete with me just by relying on the strength of your physical body. If you hadn't refined that demon pill, how could you have such strength?"

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed as he looked up and down at the burly man: "Who are you, sir?"

The burly man didn't answer, but smiled coldly: "Yes, there is no way you can refine the demon pill in such a short time. You should just borrow the power of the demon pill."

"As long as I kill you, not only will I get the demon pill, but I will also refine your entire body into a pill and swallow it all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and rushed over again.

Chen Yuan frowned, but instead of retreating he advanced, and the two men fought again.

Bang bang bang!

Fists and feet struck each other, and thunder rumbled.

The burly man's tall body was like an iron tower, and the fist shadows in the sky looked like meteorites falling from the sky, accompanied by tiny gray-white space cracks, seemingly with the power to destroy the world.

Chen Yuan is thin in stature, but he is not at all inferior to the burly man. His seemingly frail body contains tremendous strength, and he does not retreat a single step on the stone steps.

Under the no-fly restriction, the two men were unable to fly, but every time their feet touched the ground, their figures were like light feathers, floating back and forth, just like two highly skilled martial artists fighting in the mortal world.

The white mist that filled the surroundings was blown away by the force of the fist, as if by a strong wind. The scene within a hundred feet in radius was all in sight.

Fortunately, the spiritual materials used to build the stone steps were extremely hard, and the two men had perfect control over their bodies, so the power hardly leaked out. They only left a few shallow footprints on the stone steps, and did not destroy them directly.

The rocks and trees around the stone steps were rarely affected. The wind blew past, causing branches to sway and leaves to fall, as if an autumn breeze was blowing.

But every cultivator watching the fight saw the flickering space cracks around the fists and feet of the two men, and knew the enormous power contained in each of their attacks. They were terrified and retreated one after another to avoid being involved in the fight between the two men.

At this moment, whether it was Zhang Wushan, Ye Wendi, or the Nascent Soul cultivators from the three sects, they were all stunned when they saw the two people turning into afterimages.

The three great monks were in a better state, but they were also stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.

Ye Guihong suddenly turned his head and stared at the middle-aged cultivator behind him, and said word by word: "Junior Brother Li, is it true that Chen Yuan has been in the infant stage for less than a hundred years?"

The white-haired Taoist priest and Mo Wuchen also looked over, their eyes full of suspicion.

The middle-aged monk was staring at the two people fighting. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "It's absolutely true! With the instructions of the head brother, I immediately ordered Qiwu to go to Renzhou to inquire about this matter. This is what he said personally, there is no mistake!"

Ye Guihong frowned, not caring about the grudge between him and Mo Wuchen, and sent a message to the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen: "Qiwu is a true disciple of our sect. He always acts carefully and never makes mistakes."

"So, this person has been in the Infant Formation for less than a hundred years, but he can be on par with Senior Sun's Spiritual Division. How is this possible?"

The white-haired Taoist thought for a moment and replied, "Don't forget the demon pill that Senior Sun mentioned. This person is a physical cultivator. It should be like what Senior Sun said, he borrowed the power of the demon pill to have such strength."

Mo Wuchen said, "Yes, judging from this person's aura, he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and is definitely not a match for a great cultivator. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to escape from Senior Sun's spiritual power outside the secret realm."

"That demon pill must be a rare treasure in the world, which is why it allows a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to have the strength to compete with the spirit of a demon cultivator in the Divine Transformation stage."

The white-haired old Taoist sighed softly: "It's a pity that we are not physical cultivators. Even if we get the demon pill, we can't use the power contained in it..."

Ye Guihong said: "My two Taoist friends, please don't forget that Senior Sun is outside the secret realm. Even if you take the demon pill from this person, it belongs to Senior Sun. Who dares to compete with him?"

Mo Wuchen sneered, "We came here to get a piece of the pie, but Fellow Daoist Ye planned for many years and used the whole sect's strength to break the formation, but ended up doing the work for others. How does it feel?"

Ye Guihong's face froze, and he glared at Mo Wuchen, but he still did not forget to secretly send a message: "Old Mo, you..."

The white-haired old Taoist frowned and said, "Whatever grudges you two fellow Taoists have, you may as well wait until we leave the secret realm to settle them."

"This Chen Yuan is so powerful that he is not inferior to Senior Sun."

"Have you two Taoist friends ever thought about how we should deal with ourselves?"

The two were stunned, but stopped arguing.

Ye Guihong groaned for a moment and said, "What else can we do? Since Senior Sun is determined to get the demon pill, we can just wait and see what happens."

"Now it seems that the person who first entered the Spiritual Medicine Garden and took all the spiritual medicines should be Chen Yuan."

"When Senior Sun captures him, the spiritual herbs will belong to us according to the agreement."

"If he has other looted treasures, we can also get a piece of it, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen relaxed their expressions. They secretly told the elders in their sect to be careful and not get involved in the fight between the burly man and Chen Yuan, and then they stood by and watched what happened.

……

The three great monks secretly transmitted their messages with their spiritual thoughts at an extremely fast speed, and the fight between Chen Yuan and the burly man only lasted for a few dozen breaths.

Suddenly, the two people who had been entangled with each other stepped back and stood more than ten feet apart.

The burly man's strange double pupils revealed a chilling coldness, and he said with almost gnashing teeth: "You are so recklessly borrowing the power of the demon pill, aren't you afraid of wasting the blood power in it?"

Chen Yuan's aura weakened slightly, his eyes flickered, and he asked again: "Who are you? Why do you know so much about the secret realm?"

The burly man didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes, turned around and said to the three great monks behind him: "Bring a high-level magic weapon here!"

The three great monks were stunned. Seeing this, the burly man said coldly: "This person didn't just take the demon pill. The most precious treasures in the secret realm are all in his hands."

"If you don't get rid of him as soon as possible, once I have used up the spiritual energy of the Descending Fruit, this person will leave calmly, and all of you will fail!"

Ye Guihong's expression changed, and he turned to look at the white-haired Taoist and Mo Wuchen, clasped his fists and bowed, saying sincerely: "Our sect has exhausted all its resources in order to break the secret realm formation, so this time I'll have to trouble you two Taoist friends to help."

The white-haired Taoist priest immediately turned to look at Mo Wuchen beside him and said, "I don't have any idle high-level magic weapons. Zhengqing Sect has a deep foundation. How about asking Daoist Mo to take out a high-level magic weapon?"

Mo Wuchen also looked embarrassed: "Mo left the sect in a hurry..."

The white-haired Taoist frowned and whispered secretly: "The situation is unclear now. I may have to use the psychic talisman later. Fellow Daoist Mo, are you still reluctant to use a high-level magic weapon?"

Mo Wuchen cursed inwardly, but since the Zhengqing Sect did not have a Divine Transformation cultivator in charge, he was ultimately lacking in confidence.

In desperation, he took out a feather fan made of five-colored feathers from the mustard ring, looked at the burly man, and said with a look of pain on his face: "This is the only one I have..."

Before he could finish, the burly man frowned and said, "A wind-attributed magic weapon? It's barely enough."

He raised his hand, took the feather fan into his hand, opened his mouth and exhaled a faint purple air, which merged into the feather fan.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly turned to look at Zhang Wushan and Ye Wendi, and said in a deep voice: "Do you two Taoist friends have any elixirs to restore your true essence?"

Both of them were stunned when they heard this.

Ye Wendi took out a jade bottle, poured out a white pill, snapped his fingers, and it flew towards Chen Yuan.

"Please accept this Purple Palace Energy Condensing Pill, Fellow Daoist Chen."

Chen Yuan took the pill, put it in his mouth, and then shook his head: "Not enough."

Ye Wendi was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand and pushed the jade bottle towards Chen Yuan: "I still have two Purple Palace Yunqi Pills left in my hand, I will give them all to you, fellow Taoist."

Chen Yuan took the jade bottle and looked at Zhang Wushan again.

A trace of doubt flashed across Zhang Wushan's eyes: "Brother Chen, have you forgotten that I formed a Nascent Soul in the secret realm, and I don't have any elixirs suitable for Nascent Soul cultivators."

Chen Yuan frowned, turned back, poured out two pills, put them all into his mouth, and closed his eyes slightly.

After just a moment, he opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the aura around him became strong again.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this.

The Purple Palace Qi-Enriching Pill is specifically used to restore true essence. Even a Yuanying cultivator needs to sit in meditation for a quarter of an hour to fully absorb the medicinal power. When did it become so easy to refine? (End of this chapter)