Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan was speechless for a moment, and forced a smile: "This is a long story..."

Qingliu Lay Buddhist was only anxious for a moment. Seeing him like this, he knew that something had happened to Zhang Wushan. His expression changed, "Did Wushan die in the secret realm?"

Chen Yuan fell silent and nodded.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist shuddered and stared at Chen Yuan closely: "How did Wushan die? Was he murdered by someone?"

Facing the angry eyes of Qingliu, Chen Yuan didn't know how to answer. His mind turned over and over, and finally he sighed: "I didn't kill Brother Zhang, but Brother Zhang died because of me."

Qingliu was stunned: "What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yuan no longer concealed the truth and briefly recounted how the Lianxu Demon King possessed his body, attacked and killed Zhang Wushan unexpectedly, and swallowed his Nascent Soul.

Finally, Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed deeply, saying in a deep voice: "I was careless for a moment, and the remnant soul of the Refining Void Demon King flew across the sky and sea and occupied my body."

"Brother Zhang was not prepared for me, which led to his misfortune."

"Although I was not the one who did it, I cannot escape the responsibility. I feel guilty about it. I brought Brother Zhang's body out. I hope you will accept my condolences..."

After saying that, he took a step back, raised his sleeve and flicked it, and Zhang Wushan's lying body appeared in front of him, with his eyes closed, but his distorted face still showed his shock and grief at the moment of death.

Mr. Qingliu slowly lowered his head, looked at Zhang Wushan's peaceful face, and remained silent.

The cultivators of Haoran Sect were skeptical. Chen Yuan mentioned the Demon King Lianxu, which sounded too unbelievable and difficult to believe.

Sect Leader Yue frowned and looked at the white-haired Taoist priest with a questioning look in his eyes.

Haoran Sect and Shaoxuan Sect are both major righteous sects and have had a long-standing friendship. Sect Leader Yue thought of him first.

The white-haired Taoist sighed. He had no good feelings towards Chen Yuan, but he had to give face to Master Yue, so he said, "Every word that Daoist Chen said is true. I met Junior Brother Zhang in the secret realm, and he was traveling with Daoist Chen."

"Unfortunately, Junior Brother Zhang was careless for a moment and was killed by the residual soul of the Refining Void Demon King that occupied Fellow Daoist Chen's body..."

Sect Leader Yue no longer had any doubts. He sighed and took a step forward: "Junior brother, I am in deep sorrow."

Mr. Qingliu remained silent, but he raised one hand and gently stroked Zhang Wushan's face.

When he put down his hands, Zhang Wushan's expression had become peaceful.

Chen Yuan took out Zhang Wushan's mustard seed ring and presented it with both hands: "This is Brother Zhang's mustard seed ring, please accept it."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu did not move. Sect Leader Yue frowned and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen. Junior Brother Qingliu is very sad about this incident and it is difficult for him to resolve it. I can do it for you."

He raised his hand to take the mustard seed ring, and Chen Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he saw Qingliu Jushi's silence, he still felt uneasy. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know how to comfort him.

Any explanation seems pale and powerless at this moment.

After a while, Qingliu sighed and two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes: "Wushan's talent can only be called above average, but he understands the great principles of Confucianism and Taoism, which is quite similar to when I was young."

"After three hundred years of hard training, he finally formed his Nascent Soul, but died in this ancient secret realm."

"Oh, great heaven, why are you so unkind to my disciple?"

Chen Yuan was silent, and Sect Master Yue spoke to comfort him: "Junior brother, please accept my condolences. After returning to the sect, I will posthumously confer the title of elder on Junior Brother Zhang and send his spirit tablet to the Wangxian Temple for worship."

Lay Buddhist Qing Liu raised his sleeve to wipe away two lines of turbid tears, looked at Chen Yuan, and forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is no need to blame yourself. You were also in danger of being possessed by another body and you almost died. This is not your fault."

"It's just that Wushan has been away from the sect for dozens of years, and my life lamp has been flickering. I have already given up hope."

"Now that Wushan's life essence lamp has been rekindled, his body has died and his Taoism has disappeared. It seems like he is playing a trick on me."

"I was angry for a moment, and I have no intention of blaming you..."

Chen Yuan felt relieved, but then an even deeper sense of guilt surged in his heart.

He raised his hand and grasped the arm of Qingliu, gave it a strong squeeze, and said, "Please keep Brother Zhang's relics in a safe place."

Qing Liu was stunned for a moment, then agreed: "I'm sorry, the two elders have invited you, fellow Taoist, please don't delay too long, so I'll say goodbye now. If I have time in the future, I'll prepare a bed for you in Chongde City."

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Take care, fellow Taoist."

Mr. Qingliu bowed in return, then looked down at Zhang Wushan's body, raised his sleeve and put him into the mustard seed ring.

Sect Leader Yue also bowed to Chen Yuan in return, then clasped his hands and bowed to the black-robed old man and Taoist Cangsong, saying, "Junior, take your leave."

The two men nodded slightly, and the cultivators of Haoran Sect followed suit, then they flew away in a flash of light.

Chen Yuan turned around and bowed deeply to the two Divine Transformation cultivators: "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I have nothing to worry about now. I will follow you to Tanzhou."

"Don't be nervous, my friend." The old man in black robe smiled and bowed to Sun Yuan. "This time the secret realm is opened, and our human cultivators have gone deep into Nanzhou. I hope we can forgive the disturbance."

Taoist Cangsong bowed his head and said, "I apologize for what happened today."

Sun Yuan said nothing, but returned the salute in a very cold and stiff manner.

The old man in black robe didn't care and turned to fly north. Chen Yuan, Wang Xuan Ge and three cultivators from Taiming Sect followed closely.

Taoist Cangsong shook his head and told the white-haired Taoist to follow.

The few of them quickly escaped from Xuanwu Lake and flew thousands of miles, but they did not encounter any transformed demon king.

According to Chen Yuan's guess, the black iron armored soldier had probably given orders in advance to let the demon tribe of Nanzhou stay away from the human cultivators.

The black-robed old man and Taoist Cangsong did not escape very fast, obviously to accommodate a few Nascent Soul cultivators.

Chen Yuan had been secretly wondering along the way why the Black Iron Warrior was so interested in his cultivation method, but he still couldn't come up with an answer.

Logically speaking, the demon race should not be able to practice human martial arts.

Even if the Black Iron Warrior had other means, his cultivation was far higher than his. He had already achieved the state of incarnation and did not need to change his skills.

Chen Yuan was puzzled, and suddenly slowed down his speed, came to the side of the white-haired old Taoist, and said in a voice transmission: "Excuse me, Taoist friend, may I ask your name?"

The white-haired Taoist was very surprised, but since Taoist Cangsong thought so highly of Chen Yuan, he couldn't refuse him, so he had to reply coldly, "Old Taoist Xuanweizi, what's the matter, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Yuan didn't take it seriously and continued to ask in voice transmission: "Chen has one thing I don't understand, what is the origin of that Senior Sun?"

"Could it be true, as the remnant spirit of the demon king said, that he is a great demon that survived from ancient times and experienced that ancient war?"

The white-haired Taoist frowned and said calmly, "Senior Sun has a long life span, at least 20,000 to 30,000 years. I only know his name is Sun Yuan, and he seems to be an ape demon who has achieved enlightenment."

"But I don't know the exact origins. I'm afraid only my master and Senior Qin know a little bit." "My master is so fond of fellow Taoist Chen. You might as well ask my master for advice. I think you will be able to find out the whole story."

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he transmitted his voice: "Thank you for clearing up my doubts. I know that you have a grudge against me because of the death of three elders of your sect."

"But I was possessed by the residual spirit of the demon king and almost lost my life. It was not my intention to kill someone. I hope you can forgive me."

The white-haired Taoist priest calmed down and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, you are too serious. The demon king's remaining soul was destroyed by you, which can be regarded as revenge for my three junior brothers. Let's just forget about it and there is no need to say more."

As a great monk, how could he not understand such a simple truth?

However, he had a high level of cultivation and held a high position of power in the Shaoxuan Sect. It had been a long time since he had suffered such a great loss.

The three elders died tragically at the hands of Chen Yuan, and the culprit was also killed by Chen Yuan. They had no place to vent their anger, so they took it out on him.

However, Chen Yuan was valued by the Jindan cultivators, and he showed strength in front of Sun Yuan that was no less than that of a great cultivator.

The silver hair, white eyes, black wings and the posture of the cloud-like being made seem like the god of thunder, which frightened the old white-haired Taoist priest.

Now that he took the initiative to show goodwill, the white-haired Taoist priest took the opportunity to back off.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Chen Yuan withdrew his consciousness, but his thoughts were still fluctuating.

If Sun Yuan was an ape demon who had achieved enlightenment, could it be that he had taken a fancy to the Zhu Yan's true blood in the middle-aged scholar's demon pill, and the technique in his hands that could refine the blood of the true spirit?
However, he did not ask the black-robed old man and Taoist Cangsong for advice as the white-haired Taoist said. Instead, he looked inward at his body, and his spiritual consciousness entered his Dantian and attached itself to his Nascent Soul.

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw a middle-aged scholar sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, surrounded by lightning and fire. He looked indifferent, as if he had accepted the current situation.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Chen Yuan from afar: "Fellow Daoist, have you made up your mind to ascend to the Burning Demon Realm?"

Chen Yuan sneered in his heart. The middle-aged scholar was indeed not as calm as he appeared on his face.

He lingered in the Hall of All Spirits for more than 40,000 years, his spirit gradually weakening, and he could only delay his decline by sleeping.

Now he finally sees the light of day again and is about to be reborn, but he fails at the last moment.

With great ups and downs, gains and losses, even the Demon King Lianxu would be unstable in his mood. Even if he looked calm on the surface, he must be extremely anxious in his heart.

Chen Yuan went there and came back several times. In addition to trying to find out various secrets from the middle-aged scholar, it also disturbed his mood.

As long as the middle-aged scholar becomes anxious, he will reveal more ancient secrets and even things about the upper realm in order to save his life.

Chen Yuan's mind was turning, but he showed hesitation on his face: "This is a serious matter, Chen needs to think carefully before making a decision."

"Moreover, Chen's cultivation is still shallow, and it is still unknown whether he can achieve the state of incarnation, and the road to ascension is even more distant."

"The demon king is so impatient, could it be that he can't wait even a day?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed: "Daoyou, why do you underestimate yourself? You have refined three kinds of true spirit blood. A mere incarnation can be broken with a flick of a finger."

"I am just thinking about you, fellow Taoist. Prepare for ascension as soon as possible so that you can have a better chance of success when the time comes."

Chen Yuan sighed: "The Demon King has a high level of cultivation, so naturally he doesn't take the God Transformation seriously."

"But Chen is only a minor cultivator in the lower realm, with limited knowledge, and I have no idea how to break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage. Can the Demon King teach me?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "This is easy to handle. I have killed several Void Refining cultivators in the past, so I have plenty of human cultivation techniques and secret skills."

"As long as you can find a body for me and help me to be reborn, I will not only tell you the location of the space channel, but also the method to break through to the state of incarnation. How do you think?"

Chen Yuan flatly refused: "The demon king almost took over my body with a wisp of his soul. Before I achieve the state of incarnation, I dare not release the demon king from the cage."

The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and said, "You worry too much, my friend. I am just a candle in the wind now. I am in your Dantian and cannot stir up any more trouble."

"Besides, fellow Daoist has the mysterious golden light protecting his body. I am helpless against it, and I dare not have any other thoughts."

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "The Demon King, there is no need to say more. It is not easy for me to let go of my hatred for taking over the Demon King's body and spare his life."

"Unless you become a god, I will never release the demon king from his cage."

The middle-aged scholar frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you still dissatisfied with me because I killed that fellow Daoist Zhang?"

Chen Yuan's face darkened, and the sea of ​​true energy below him suddenly surged: "The Demon King used me to kill Brother Zhang, and you dare to bring this up again?"

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "You have misunderstood, my friend. I have no intention of provoking you."

"I don't want to attack those two people, but my Taoist's inner essence is exhausted. I have no choice but to resort to this last resort to restore my inner essence."

“Forgive me for being blunt, but even if Fellow Daoist Zhang hadn’t died in the secret realm, he would never have achieved the state of a spirit in the future. After a few hundred years, he would have turned into a pile of bones.”

"The deceased is gone, but your future is limitless. Do you want to give up the chance to ascend and cut off your own path just for a good friend who is in the Nascent Soul stage?"

Chen Yuan was silent for a while, his face uncertain: "The Demon King's words make sense, but Brother Zhang just died in front of me yesterday. It's really difficult for me to help the Demon King seize the body now."

The middle-aged scholar saw that he was showing signs of relenting, so he stopped trying to persuade him: "It's okay, you can release me whenever you make a decision."

"But I am trapped here, and my soul power cannot be replenished. It will dissipate on its own in a few days."

"Do you have any spiritual objects that can nourish the primordial spirit? I can keep my primordial spirit alive until the day you make your decision."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he asked, "I only have spiritual objects that can nourish the soul. As for whether they can help the demon king recover his soul, I don't know."

The middle-aged scholar showed a happy expression: "The spiritual objects that can nourish the soul are enough. The spirit is just a little more pure than the soul. The thousand-year-old spiritual herbs can barely restore some of the power of the soul."

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint the Demon King. The thousand-year-old spiritual herbs that can nourish the soul are so precious. I don't have such treasures in my hands. I only have two eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs."

The middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "Eight hundred year old spiritual herbs can barely be used, but the medicinal power is too weak. Please search for a few thousand year old spiritual herbs as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, after the lower soul dissipates, no one else in this world will know the method of breaking through to the spirit transformation or the location of the space channel."

Chen Yuan asked: "The demon king only has a wisp of soul left. How can I give the 800-year-old spiritual herb to the demon king?"

The middle-aged scholar pondered for a moment and said, "Daoyou, just refine the spiritual herbs and transfer the medicinal power into your Dantian."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Please wait for a few days, Monster King. Before I hand over the spiritual herbs to you, I have something else I would like you to explain to me."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed: "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

Chen Yuan asked, "Is the spirit of the demon cultivator possessed by the burly man really a demon from another world who followed the demon king across the world?" (End of this chapter)