Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Taoist Cangsong frowned. He was surprised that Sun Yuan was so obsessed with Chen Yuan's practice method, which made him feel very troubled.

But what he valued was Chen Yuan himself. As long as he could save his life, he didn't care whether he handed over his cultivation techniques or not.

If we become completely enemies with Sun Yuan because of this, it would be more trouble than gain.

Thinking of this, Taoist Cangsong looked at Chen Yuan: "Friend Chen, look..."

The black-robed old man looked unusually gloomy. He glanced at Sun Yuan deeply, then turned to look at Chen Yuan and said gently, "Young friend Chen, can you take out your cultivation technique and let Daoist Sun take a look at it?"

"I promise that I will never let you suffer any loss."

Sun Yuan also said coldly: "As long as you hand over your cultivation method and demon pill, I can give you a three thousand year old star-moon lotus, which is enough to take your physical body to a higher level."

"But if you still insist on your own opinion, don't blame me for bullying the weak."

Chen Yuan lowered his head slightly and remained silent. Seeing this, everyone sighed in their hearts.

Except for Ye Guihong, the white-haired Taoist priest, and Mo Wuchen, three great cultivators who hated Chen Yuan deeply, the others couldn't help but feel the same way when they saw a dignified demon cultivator forcing a Nascent Soul cultivator to hand over his skills, and they felt a sense of sympathy and grief.

But even the old man in black robe and Taoist Cangsong showed signs of backing down. What could Chen Yuan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, do?

Chen Yuan was silent for a moment, and finally raised his head and spoke slowly: "Please forgive me, Senior. Practicing martial arts is the foundation of my life, and I will never show it to anyone."

"Forget about the three thousand year old Star Moon Lotus. Even if I die here today, I will not hand over the technique."

Sun Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, and his black hair suddenly turned snow-white. The black wings behind him spread out, and two points of silver light lit up in his eyes, occupying his entire eyes. Several arcs of lightning burst out, crackling.

His whole body's aura surged, and he exuded a terrifying pressure, and his momentum was not inferior to that of Sun Yuan on the opposite side.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed, saying word by word: "I am not talented, but I hope you can teach me!"

The wind and clouds were turbulent, the sky was dark, layers of leaden clouds gathered together, and there were faint flashes of lightning.

Everyone looked at Chen Yuan, who had silver eyes, white hair, black wings and looked like the god of thunder, with a look of shock on their faces.

The strength displayed by Chen Yuan at this time was even stronger than that of a great cultivator. Even Sect Leader Yue, Ye Guihong, Mo Wuchen, the leaders of the ten major sects, secretly calculated and did not dare to say how much chance they had of winning against Chen Yuan.

Elder Yan was even more stunned. The Jindan cultivator who had been so respectful to him back then had surpassed him in cultivation in less than a hundred years.

Even the old man in black robe and Taoist Cangsong had slightly changed expressions in their eyes, as if they had not expected that Chen Yuan had such strength.

Sun Yuan narrowed his eyes, and his aura suddenly surged, completely overwhelming Chen Yuan.

He pointed and a sealing force descended, locking the art of heaven and earth. No one could perform the art of teleportation within a radius of a hundred miles.

He was the only one present who had seen Chen Yuan like this and would not give him even the slightest chance.

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, the old man in black robe frowned, took a step forward, and stood between Sun Yuan and Chen Yuan.

He raised his sleeves and the dark clouds dispersed, the power of the seal also dissipated into nothingness, the sky became clear, the air was fresh, and the blue sky was crystal clear.

The old man in black robe spoke slowly: "Young friend Chen, there is no need to do this. Since you don't want to hand over your cultivation method, no one can force you to do it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan immediately concealed the three kinds of Zhu Yan's true blood, and the rebellious attitude he had just shown was no longer visible.

He bowed deeply and said, "I would like to ask the senior to do justice for me. The treasures in this ancient secret realm are originally ownerless, and the cultivation method is the foundation of me."

"If Senior Sun had not forced me to do so, I would not have dared to act rashly in front of the three seniors."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the old man in black robe would not sit idly by and watch him die at the hands of the black iron armored warrior.

When it comes to the moment of life and death, no matter how precious "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" is, he will take it out without hesitation.

The martial arts technique is not a jade pendant, so even if it is handed over to the black iron warrior, it will not hinder Chen Yuan's own practice.

The true spirit blood that had been refined by him could not be snatched away by the black iron armored soldiers.

However, "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" was engraved on the jade disk in a mysterious seal script, and no one knew what kind of magical power or secret technique had been applied to it. Chen Yuan only knew its meaning but was unable to record it, and could not pass it on to the Black Iron Warrior at all.

In this case, Chen Yuan had no choice but to stand firm and bet that the old man in black robe and Taoist Cangsong valued him more than offending the Black Iron Armored Warrior.

Now it seems that he made the right bet.

When Sun Yuan saw the old man in black robe defending Chen Yuan so much, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He said word by word: "Fellow Daoist Qin, are you determined to make things difficult for me?"

The old man in black robe turned around and said coldly: "It was Brother Sun who was making things difficult for me. Brother Chen had already agreed to hand over the demon pill, but Brother Sun insisted on asking for the cultivation method, which was unworthy of a god."

"I once said in the secret realm that treasures have no owner and can only be obtained by those who are destined to obtain them."

"The cultivation method is the foundation of our human cultivators, and we will never show it to others easily."

"Fellow Daoist Sun is forcing others to do what is impossible. You don't take Qin and Fellow Daoist Cangsong seriously at all. Are you bullying me, the human race?"

"Since Fellow Daoist Sun doesn't want to give Qin face, don't even think about taking away Fellow Daoist Chen's cultivation method or even the demon pill."

Sun Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "Then let's see who's the real one."

The old man in black robe said without hesitation: "Please teach me, fellow Taoist."

As soon as the two men finished speaking, their aura surged, and their divine pressure dissipated with a bang. Everyone felt as if two mountains were pressing down on them, and that the world would collapse at any time. They quickly retreated thousands of feet before they came to their senses.

But Chen Yuan, who was at the center of the storm, felt nothing.

All of Sun Yuan's pressure was blocked by the old man in black robe.

Taoist Cangsong sighed softly, "Why does Daoist Sun insist on being so aggressive? I am not talented, but I am willing to learn from Daoist Sun's methods together with Daoist Qin."

Sun Yuan's pupils shrank, and his eyes wandered between the black-robed old man and Taoist Cangsong: "Do you two Taoist friends really want to completely tear your faces apart for a Yuanying junior?"

The old man in black robe said calmly: "If you want to kill Chen Xiaoyou, you must first get past Qin."

Taoist Cangsong glanced at Chen Yuan with an unhappy look on his face: "Friend Chen would rather die than hand over his skills. Although I don't want to offend you, I have no choice but to take action myself to save your life."

Chen Yuan felt at ease, pretending not to hear the dissatisfaction implied in Taoist Cangsong's tone.

Everyone was secretly shocked, and looked at Chen Yuan with eyes full of envy and curiosity.

No one knew where this person came from, but he was able to change his appearance like a demon, and his strength was comparable to that of a great monk.

For his sake, two Divine Transformation cultivators were willing to fight against a Divine Transformation demon cultivator who had survived in Nanzhou for tens of thousands of years. Even the leaders of Taiming Sect and Shaoxuan Sect probably would not receive such treatment.

If he could survive this time, he would surely become famous throughout the entire world of immortal cultivation, and everyone would know him.

Ye Guihong's face turned pale. Seeing that even the demon cultivator who had reached the state of transformation into a god was unable to do anything to Chen Yuan, how could he avenge the Jiuli Sect?

Seeing that the two were so firm and didn't seem to be pretending, Sun Yuan changed the subject: "For the sake of the two Taoist friends, I don't have to take out the cultivation method, but the demon pill must be left behind." The old man in black robe sneered rarely: "What do you think I am, Taoist friends? Do you still want to bargain?"

"You just refused to agree to Cangsong's proposal, so there is no need to discuss it further."

"Since the demon pill has fallen into the hands of young friend Chen, it should belong to him. Daoist friend, don't worry about it."

Sun Yuan was silent for a long while before he spoke: "What is so special about this young man that the two Taoist friends value him so much that they are willing to fight with me to protect him?"

Upon hearing this, everyone focused and looked at the black-robed old man and Taoist Cangsong, obviously quite curious.

Even Chen Yuan himself was puzzled. He was only a physical cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Although he had refined three kinds of true spirit blood, his strength was far inferior to that of a Divine Transformation cultivator. Why did the two of them value him so much?
The old man in black robe said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Sun, you are worrying too much. As a human god, Qin should protect the younger generations of the human race."

"You want to bully the weak, how can I just sit there and watch?"

Sun Yuan naturally would not believe this statement and turned to look at Taoist Cangsong.

Taoist Cangsong hesitated for a moment and did not answer. He just said vaguely: "Daoyou Qin is right."

Seeing that neither of them was willing to speak clearly, Sun Yuan stopped asking and just gave Chen Yuan a deep look with murderous intent in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "For the sake of the two fellow Taoists, I will no longer pursue the crime of disrespect against this person."

"However, this ancient secret realm is located deep in the South Province, so it belongs to our demon race."

The black-robed old man's expression relaxed and he nodded slightly: "It should be so."

Taoist Cangsong breathed a sigh of relief: "I have no objection either."

Sun Yuan said: "Then please two Taoist friends abide by the agreement and lead these young people to leave Nanzhou."

The old man in black robe turned his head and looked at everyone, saying calmly: "There are no treasures in the secret realm anymore. It is useless for you to stay here. It is best to leave Nanzhou as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, if you anger Fellow Daoist Sun, I won't be able to plead for you."

The twenty or so Nascent Soul cultivators who arrived later couldn't help but look embarrassed when they heard this.

After they sensed the spiritual storm, they set out for Nanzhou. However, when they arrived here, they were blocked outside the secret realm by Sun Yuan. Now they were persuaded to leave by the old man in black robe. It was a complete waste of effort.

But who dares not obey the orders of the Divine Transformation Cultivator? Sect Leader Yue was the first to respond with a fist clasped: "Junior obeys your orders."

A young monk in front of Elder Yan agreed: "Junior understands."

In addition to Haoran Sect and Cangjian Palace, the remaining dozen or so cultivators were divided into two sects, each with four or five Nascent Soul cultivators.

One group of monks wore black robes that almost covered their entire bodies, making them airtight. However, their faces and necks, which were exposed, were dark in skin, as if they had been exposed to wind and sun for a long time.

An old man with gray hair stepped out from the crowd and bowed to the old man in black robes: "Senior Qin, this ancient secret realm is the legacy of our human race. I and my four junior brothers came here in a hurry, but we haven't even set foot in the secret realm. I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the ancestors after returning to the sect..."

Chen Yuan's heart moved. Although the monks do not care about worldly things, they are also mortals who have practiced cultivation. Their appearance and clothing are very similar to those of local mortals.

The monks of this sect are wearing wide robes, and one can tell at a glance that they have lived in the desert for a long time. They should be the Xuanyin Sect in Xizhou.

He spread out his spiritual sense, but could not see through the old man's cultivation level. He must be a great cultivator without a doubt.

Could the "ancestor" he mentioned be another cultivator who has attained the state of Divine Transformation?
The reaction of the old man in black robe seemed to confirm Chen Yuan's thoughts. He pondered for a moment and said, "I will write a letter right away. Please present it to Fellow Daoist Ren for review. He should not blame you."

The old man showed a helpless look on his face and could only respond: "Junior obeys your command."

The old man in black robe took out a jade slip and closed his eyes slightly.

After a while, he opened his eyes, raised his hand and swung the jade slip towards the old man.

The old man took the jade slip with both hands, took out a wooden box, carefully put it in, and put it into the mustard seed ring.

The last group of monks were wearing fur cloaks, had burly figures, upturned eyes, prominent cheekbones, and thick beards, and they seemed to have come from the vast grassland.

Among the Nine Immortal Continents, only Weizhou is covered with grasslands. They should be the monks of Weizhou Blood Flame Sect.

The leader of the Blood Flame Sect was a middle-aged man, but he did not dare to bargain like the old man and just responded respectfully.

Ye Guihong and Mo Wuchen did not dare to disobey the orders of the old man in black robe, and agreed to all of them.

Ye Guihong looked at the palaces and pavilions lined up on Xuangui Island, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes. After all, he did not dare to bargain with Sun Yuan.

He looked at Chen Yuan again, snorted coldly, turned around and flew to the north.

The monks from various sects left one after another. Before leaving, they all took a look at Chen Yuan, and firmly remembered this young monk who almost triggered a great battle of incarnation.

Ye Wendi clasped his fists and bowed to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm leaving now."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting. Ye Wendi flew to Elder Yan and bowed deeply: "Disciple greets Master..."

Elder Yan's eyes flashed with a look of relief: "No need to say more, let's talk about it when we return to the sect."

Ye Wendi nodded, followed Elder Yan, and flew towards the north with a flash of light.

The old man in black robe looked at Chen Yuan and said gently, "This matter is over. Please follow me, little friend Chen."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, I will obey your orders. But before I leave, can you allow me to chat with my old friend?"

Taoist Cangsong frowned and asked, "Who is the old friend that Chen Xiaoyou is talking about?"

Chen Yuan said: "This junior has always been friends with Daoist Fellow Qingliu of Haoran Sect."

Taoist Cangsong turned his head and saw that the people from Haoran Sect had not left yet. Buddhist Qingliu kept looking at Chen Yuan with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Sect Leader Yue stepped out from the crowd and bowed, "My dear seniors, Junior Brother Qingliu and Fellow Daoist Chen have a very close personal relationship."

The old man in black robes' eyes flashed: "Young friend Chen, please do as you please."

Chen Yuan bowed again: "Thank you, senior."

He turned around and came in front of Mr. Qingliu, wanting to say something but stopping himself, with a hesitant look on his face.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist did not see any clues. After greeting him, he asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, have you ever seen Wushan in this ancient secret realm?"

Chen Yuan's expression froze: "How did you know that Brother Zhang was in this ancient secret realm?"

Qing Liu Lay Buddhist was overjoyed: "After the spiritual energy storm, Wushan's life lamp was rekindled, and I felt something was wrong."

"After asking the head brother, I learned that an ancient secret realm had appeared."

“I guessed that Wushan was probably trapped in this secret realm, which is why his natal lamp showed abnormal behavior and was about to go out.”

"Where is Wushan now? Why didn't he leave the secret realm with fellow Taoist?" (End of this chapter)