Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Spring goes and autumn comes, the stars move, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On Langao Island, Chen Yuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone shore, holding a bamboo pole hanging in the lake, looking relaxed.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole trembled violently. Chen Yuan shook his wrist lightly, and the bamboo pole was suddenly lifted up, and the transparent silk thread was tightly tightened.

Wow!

A huge fish, about ten feet long, broke out of the water, swaying from side to side, splashing water everywhere. When it came in front of Chen Yuan, it suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and slowly slid down.

Chen Yuan held the bamboo pole in one hand, as light as a feather.

He gave it a slight swing, and the huge monster weighing over a thousand pounds flew away into the distance, as light as throwing a stone.

The big fish flew dozens of feet away and fell into the water with a loud bang, causing splashes several feet high.

The big fish was dizzy and its belly turned upside down. It took a while for it to dive down, leaving only ripples.

Chen Yuan laughed, slowly hung a long strip of meat on the fishhook, and threw the bamboo pole into the lake.

The fishhook was extremely thin, but it was shining with a faint luster. I don't know what kind of spiritual material it was made of. Even a fish weighing thousands of pounds could not break free.

The fishing hook entered the water, and Chen Yuan looked out into the lake. The sun was setting in the west, the floating light was golden, and seagulls were flying around.

Occasionally, a few rays of light fly across the distant sky, and the sound of laughter can be heard faintly, making the place seem even more quiet and refreshing.

Chen Yuan smiled and waited quietly for the fish to take the bait.

A few hours passed quickly, the sky was as dark as ink, the sun set and the moon rose.

Chen Yuan caught a few more fish, some big and some small. The big one weighed over a thousand pounds, and the small one was no more than one foot long.

He looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, and the bamboo pole in his hand suddenly disappeared. He stood up and walked away.

The beach on the shore of Langao Island is white and fine. Chen Yuan came to the foot of the low mountain and saw a winding stone staircase leading directly to the cave.

He walked up the stone steps at a leisurely pace, and after more than half an hour, he finally arrived outside the cave.

It was already midnight, the Milky Way was hanging upside down, and thousands of silver sands and thousands of ice crystals were hanging over the whole area.

Chen Yuan stopped and took out the jade pendant. A green light lit up and the stars in the sky shone together, converging into a silver beam of light that descended from the sky and enveloped him.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and the sea of ​​true energy in his dantian dropped at an alarming speed.

After forty breaths, the green light on the jade beads faded, and the silver light column that was as thick as water also became extremely thin and slowly dissipated.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, clenched his fists lightly, felt his strength increase, and nodded slightly.

He took out the jade token and waved it, and the stone door of the cave opened. He stepped in and came to the training room. He sat cross-legged and meditated to restore the 20% of his true energy that was consumed by the starlight infusing his body.

A day later, Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Under the rich spiritual energy of Langao Island, which is comparable to a large spiritual vein, his true energy has been fully restored.

But when Chen Yuan looked inward, feeling the surging vast sea of ​​true energy, he frowned slightly, a look of hesitation on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't want to kill me, nor help me to nourish my soul. What is your intention?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and Chen Yuan's Nascent Soul turned his head, only to see a middle-aged scholar staring at him in the sea of ​​lightning and fire, with some resentment in his eyes.

Compared with before, the middle-aged scholar's figure became much more illusory and his energy was much weaker.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, then withdrew his spiritual sense and ignored the middle-aged scholar's questioning.

A middle-aged scholar once said that without spiritual herbs to nourish the soul, it would soon dissipate.

Less than a year after Chen Yuan broke his promise, the middle-aged scholar's soul became extremely illusory and seemed like it would dissipate at any time.

He threatened Chen Yuan with the direction of the space channel several times, but Chen Yuan remained unmoved.

Not long after, the middle-aged scholar's spirit became solid again.

Now, more than ten years have passed, and the middle-aged scholar's soul is still safe and sound. I wonder how long he can last.

He tried to negotiate with Chen Yuan several times, using soft or hard tactics, but Chen Yuan always ignored him.

The middle-aged scholar had been lingering in the secret realm of the Yuling Sect for more than 40,000 years. A dozen years was too short, just a blink of an eye, which could not make him really panic.

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry at all. He already knew the location of the other space channel and had never thought of gaining anything from the middle-aged scholar.

Unless the middle-aged scholar is truly afraid, cowardly, and willing to tell everything he knows, Chen Yuan will simply let him fend for himself.

This wisp of the middle-aged scholar's spirit is extremely tenacious and difficult to destroy.

The demon pill he left behind was of too high a level. Chen Yuan had to at least break through to the God Transformation stage before he could refine the Zhu Yan's true blood contained in it. There was no rush.

……

Chen Yuan withdrew his spiritual sense, and the hesitation on his face finally disappeared. He took out a blank jade slip, probed his spiritual sense into it, and closed his eyes slightly.

In the past ten years, Chen Yuan has refined all the twenty-one level ten demon Yuan Pills and seventy-seven late Nascent Soul pills in his hand.

Ten bottles of cultivation elixirs are enough to allow any great cultivator in Jiuxianzhou to cultivate to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage.

But for Chen Yuan, these pills are far from enough.

Compared with cultivators of the same level, Chen Yuan's true essence is too pure and rich.

Before breaking through the bottleneck of the late stage, Chen Yuan refined more than two hundred Nascent Soul Middle Stage pills before he cultivated to the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

Now that he has refined another eighth-level demon pill, Zhu Yan's true blood has become even purer, and he needs more pills.

Without twenty-five bottles of late Nascent Soul stage elixirs, he would have no chance of reaching the Spirit Transformation stage, and he might even need more.

This is an astronomical number, which even the ten major sects would find difficult to gather.

But this is the way of Heaven, to reduce the excess and make up for the deficiency.

The stronger a cultivator is, the more powerful the heavenly tribulation will be.

Chen Yuan practiced the immortal skills. The "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" allowed him to refine the blood of the true spirit. His strength far surpassed that of the cultivators of the same level, and the difficulty of breaking through the realm was also far beyond that of the cultivators of the same level.

During the past ten years, when Chen Yuan was in seclusion and practicing hard, he felt extremely helpless.

"Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" was not originally a practice prepared for cultivators in the lower realms. It was already a stroke of luck that he was able to find three kinds of true spirit blood.

If it weren't for the demon army that crossed over in ancient times and the middle-aged scholar left Zhu Yan's bloodline in the human world, he wouldn't even be able to form the golden elixir.

Compared with finding the descendants of the true spirit, improving cultivation is a little more difficult, but it is nothing.

Moreover, "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" greatly reduced the obstacles of bottlenecks, allowing Chen Yuan, with the qualifications of the five elements pseudo-spiritual roots, to successfully form a fetus in two hundred years, which was worthy of the mystery of the immortal skills.

As long as he has enough pills, he doesn't have to worry about practicing.

But this was before the great cultivators, the main ingredient of the elixir in the late Nascent Soul stage was three thousand year old spiritual herbs, which were more than ten times rarer than thousand year old spiritual herbs.

Chen Yuan had previously relied on the gains from the two ancient secret realms to make rapid progress in his cultivation. In less than three hundred years, he had reached the level of a great cultivator.

But at this point, all the spiritual herbs and demon pills in his hands were used up, and he was still more than 150 pills away from the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage. This was a number that was enough to make any great cultivator despair.

Are there several ancient secret realms in the human world waiting for him to search for spiritual herbs?

Even if the old man in black robe and Taoist Cangsong gave him full support in reaching the Divine Transformation stage, they probably wouldn't be able to produce many more three thousand year old spiritual herbs for him to improve his cultivation.

After coming out of retreat, Chen Yuan temporarily put aside his cultivation and wandered around Langao Island. While adjusting his state of mind, he kept thinking about where to find the more than 150 cultivation pills. After seven days, he finally made a decision.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yuan opened his eyes, put the jade slip into the mustard seed ring, stood up and walked out of the practice room.

……

Suyue Lake, the island in the middle of the lake.

Chen Yuan landed outside the bamboo forest, clasped his fists and bowed, saying loudly: "Junior Chen Yuan, I pay my respects to Senior Qin."

After a while, the gentle voice of the old man in black robe sounded in his ears: "Young friend, there is no need to be polite. Please come in and have a chat."

The old man in black robe was very polite, but Chen Yuan did not dare to neglect him and said respectfully: "Junior obeys your command."

He walked into the bamboo forest and came to the outside of the bamboo building.

The door of the bamboo building was open. An old man in a black robe sat cross-legged behind a bamboo table, looking at Chen Yuan with a smile on his face.

Chen Yuan stepped over the threshold, clasped his fists and bowed, performing all the formalities before he stood still.

The old man in black robes extended his hand and gestured: "Young friend, please take a seat."

Chen Yuan then lifted his collar and sat down opposite the old man in black robe, his body straight.

He looked at the old man in black robe with some admiration in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the elixir."

In the past ten years, he was not practicing hard all the time. Wang Xuan Ge once came to his cave as a guest and gave him three bottles of body-tempering elixirs refined by the old man in black robe.

It was also when Wang Xuange came to his house this time that Chen Yuan finally learned the name of the old man in black robe - Qin Wuya.

These three bottles of body-tempering elixirs were made from three kinds of three thousand year old body-tempering herbs respectively, but each jade bottle contained ten pills.

In other words, the success rate of each batch of pills Qin Wuya made was as high as 100%.

Only alchemists know how terrifying this alchemy technique is.

Nine is the extreme number. If an alchemist's success rate reaches 90%, his alchemy skills have reached perfection.

Chen Yuan is now a grandmaster of alchemy, and his success rate in refining elixirs for the late Nascent Soul stage is as high as 70%.

However, his success rate in refining elixirs for the Foundation Establishment Period was only 90%.

Only when refining the simplest Qi Refining Pill can the success rate reach 100%.

Qin Wuya refined the Body Tempering Spirit Pill, which was equivalent to the elixir for the late Nascent Soul stage, and the success rate of the pill was as high as 100%.

His alchemy skills have probably reached the pinnacle, rarely matched by anyone throughout history.

Not only that, when Qin Wuya was refining the three bottles of body-tempering elixirs, he didn't know what secret technique he used or what spiritual object he mixed in.

The spiritual energy contained in these three bottles of elixir is also purer than what is recorded in the elixir recipe.

Dan Xuzi's inheritance is indeed extraordinary. Even if Chen Yuan breaks through to the God Transformation Realm in the future, there is no certainty whether his alchemy skills can reach such a level.

Chen Yuan spent a year refining the three bottles of body-tempering elixirs and the bottle of black bone jade muscle cream. He had never stopped infusing his body with starlight over the past ten years, and his body had become much stronger.

If he meets Jin Feng again, Chen Yuan will not need to activate the blood of his true spirit. He can be invincible with just the strength of his physical body.

Qin Wuya looked at Chen Yuan carefully, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and praised: "My friend has not wasted the past ten years. His cultivation has made great progress, and his body has also been strengthened a lot. He is only half a step away from becoming a god."

"I was right. Although it is difficult to achieve Divine Transformation in a hundred years, it is not hopeless for you, my friend."

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly: "Senior, you are too kind. I have reached the end of my rope and have only just raised my cultivation to this point. It is still a long way to go before I can touch the threshold of the Spiritual Transformation."

Qin Wuya smiled and said, "My friend, don't underestimate yourself. I thought that since you have refined the blood of the true spirit, the true essence in your body should be much purer than that of cultivators of the same level."

"With the pills in your hand, it should not be able to improve your cultivation much."

"But now it seems that it has exceeded my expectations."

"It happened that two months ago, Old Demon Ren came out of retreat and came to Zhaoming Lake with Taoist Cangsong and Fellow Daoist Lu."

"My friend is coming out of retreat today, so I will invite them here to meet you. I will also give you some spiritual herbs and elixirs to help you improve your cultivation to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage."

After saying that, he took out three golden sound transmission notes, put them to his lips and said a few words silently.

He raised his hand and threw the three sound transmission notes again. They flew out of the bamboo building and turned into three golden streams of light, disappearing into the horizon.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation. He hesitated and lowered his head.

Qin Wuya saw this and asked, "Do you have anything to say, young friend?"

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's wait for the three seniors to arrive, and then I will report to them."

Qin Wuya's eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, but my friend, remember that the old demon Ren is cold and ruthless. In front of him, you must be careful and respectful."

Chen Yuan's heart trembled: "May I ask, Senior, which sect is this Ren... Senior Ren the ancestor of? Is there anything taboo about the other Senior Lu?"

Qin Wuya smiled slightly: "Don't panic, my friend. Although the old demon Ren has a sinister temperament, your situation is related to our plan of ascending to heaven, so he will not do anything to you."

"It's just that he comes from the devil's way, and is the Grand Elder of Xuanyin Sect. He has some conflicts with me and Cangsong Daoist Fellow."

"Now that you are training in our sect, he might take this opportunity to embarrass you."

"As for Fellow Daoist Lu, he did not join a sect. Like me, he is also a casual cultivator."

"After learning about your situation, Fellow Daoist Lu went out to travel and specially collected spiritual herbs and elixirs for you."

Chen Yuan looked surprised: "How could this junior be so worthy as to trouble Senior Lu to come here?"

Qin Wuya smiled and said, "Daoyou Lu is an ascetic monk who doesn't care about external things and is devoted to ascending to the spiritual world. Naturally, he will take good care of you."

"Fourteen years ago, when you were in seclusion, I and Daoist Cangsong informed Old Demon Ren and Daoist Lu about your affairs."

"It's just that Old Demon Ren is practicing a secret technique and cannot be interrupted, so Fellow Daoist Lu is not in a hurry to come to Zhaoming Lake."

"It was not until two months ago that Old Demon Ren came to Zhaoming Lake. I also invited Fellow Daoist Lu to come for a while."

"My friend, you are leaving the retreat today at the perfect time."

As soon as he finished speaking, three beams of light descended from the sky and landed in front of the bamboo building, revealing the figure of Taoist Cangsong.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with purple hair and a young monk, both of whom had a restrained aura and were unfathomable.

Chen Yuan stood up and stepped aside.

Qin Wuya still sat still. The three of them walked into the bamboo building and their eyes all fell on Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan bowed his head slightly and clasped his fists and bowed: "Junior Chen Yuan, greetings to the three seniors."

Taoist Cangsong looked at Chen Yuan and smiled: "Congratulations, young friend, on your great progress in cultivation."

The purple-haired middle-aged man was dressed in a green shirt and had a cold expression. He looked Chen Yuan up and down several times, and suddenly turned to look at Qin Wuya: "Did this Yuanying junior really refine Kunpeng's true blood?"

There was some doubt in his voice, and Qin Wuya said calmly: "If you don't believe me, I can let you demonstrate it now."

Ren Lao Mo's expression eased a little, and he looked at Chen Yuan again, and asked coldly: "What kind of skills are you practicing?"

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he said respectfully: "I am practicing an unknown technique, which I got by chance and I don't know where it came from."

Ren Lao Mo narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Qin Wuya: "Does Ren Daoyou want to be like Sun Yuan, bullying the weak and forcing others to do what they cannot?" (End of this chapter)