Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"I have been too busy these years, so I would like to thank Brother Daoist Ye for teaching me. " Chen Yuan looked sincere and expressed his gratitude.

Ye Wendi was sitting opposite him. He shook his head when he heard this: "I stepped over the line and brought Qingshan back to the sect. I dare not claim credit for this."

"Qingshan has a very high level of understanding and is very diligent in his practice. His achievements today are all due to himself."

Li Qingshan stood behind Chen Yuan, with his hands hanging down. Hearing this, he clasped his fists and bowed: "If it weren't for Senior Ye's careful instruction and teaching me the sword skills, I would still be in the early stages of Dan formation."

"The kindness of the seniors' guidance will be remembered in my heart."

Ye Wendi glanced at him with a bit of regret, and said, "Due to the sect rules, I cannot teach you the secrets of our sect. It is your own determination that will enable you to comprehend the mysteries of the sword."

"When you practice on your own in the future, remember that the essence of swordsmanship lies in the word 'sharpness'."

"If the flying sword in your hand becomes dull, and your sword heart becomes dull, your cultivation will stagnate."

Li Qingshan solemnly responded: "I will keep your teachings in mind and never forget them."

Ye Wendi nodded slightly, and his eyes turned back to Chen Yuan: "Since returning from Nanzhou, the headmaster wanted to meet with you, but unfortunately, we didn't have the chance to meet."

"You are visiting me today, could you spare some time to meet me?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "That is what I really want, but I dare not ask for it."

Ye Wendi took out a sound transmission note and released it: "Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoist."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "I have another matter to ask for your help."

Ye Wendi's expression became serious: "Please tell me, Daoist friend. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

Chen Yuan said: "I have a deep hatred with the two major royal families of the Wan Yao Sea. Now I am inviting fellow Taoists to destroy these two royal families together. Are you willing to lend a helping hand?"

Ye Wendi asked, "When is Fellow Daoist Chen going to take action?"

Chen Yuan said: "Within half a year, if you are interested, you can come to Yuqinghai Tianjimen to join us in a month."

Ye Wendi said without hesitation: "Ye will definitely come as scheduled."

Chen Yuan said: "If we can destroy the two royal families, I will not take any of their treasures, but give them all to those who help us."

"As long as you kill a transformed demon king, you will get a share. There is no upper limit."

Ye Wendi said calmly, "I was given a dozen thousand-year-old spiritual herbs by Daoyou in the secret realm. This time I am just returning the favor."

"As for the monster clan's treasures, Ye is not interested."

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "I was not thoughtful enough. Fellow Daoist Ye only cultivated a flying sword. Ordinary treasures are useless to you."

"Please accept this bottle of Yuanying Early Stage Pill, fellow Daoist."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and a jade bottle appeared out of thin air on the table.

Ye Wendi frowned: "I am not here for the elixir..."

Chen Yuan interrupted, "Fellow Daoist Ye used up a spiritual sword energy that could protect his body and save his life because of me. What does a bottle of elixir mean to you?"

Ye Wendi was stunned for a moment, then silently picked up the jade bottle and put it away.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

After leaving Bingling City, he went all the way south to the Yanjun Mountains in Ningzhou to visit Ye Wendi.

Eleven years ago, when he was refining elixir in the Earth Fire Palace, he received a letter sent by Ye Wendi.

In the letter, Ye Wendi said that he had taken the initiative to bring Li Qingshan back to the mountain gate to teach him how to practice, and asked Chen Yuan to forgive him.

In addition, there is a letter from Li Qingshan, detailing his experiences after he went to Ningzhou on the orders of Chen Yuan.

Only then did Chen Yuan know that when Ye Wendi was on his way back to the mountain gate with the monks from Cangjian Palace, he met Li Qingshan, who had also left the Yanjun Mountains and was heading for Nanzhou.

Elder Fan, who had once taught Li Qingshan, recognized him. Everyone stopped and dropped their escape lights to block Li Qingshan's way.

Li Qingshan was very surprised, but he immediately recognized Elder Fan and Ye Wendi and was not too flustered.

Ye Wendi informed Li Qingshan of Chen Yuan's whereabouts, and because he was grateful for Chen Yuan's care for him in the secret realm, he wanted to take Li Qingshan back to Yanjun Mountains to guide his cultivation.

Li Qingshan learned from Ye Wendie that Chen Yuan had also entered the ancient secret realm and almost had a fight with a demon cultivator who had reached the state of divine transformation. He was shocked.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan was safe and sound in the end, and was favored by two Jindan monks, so he finally felt relieved.

As for Ye Wendi's kindness, Li Qingshan certainly would not refuse.

During the two years of training in the Yanjun Mountains, Li Qingshan had dealt with many disciples of the Cangjian Palace and had heard countless legendary stories about Ye Wendi, who could be regarded as the number one prodigy in the Cangjian Palace in ten thousand years.

It is the dream of every low-level cultivator in Cangjian Palace to be taught swordsmanship by Ye Wendi. How could he turn him away?

Moreover, this was the order from his master, so he had no worries and agreed immediately.

When Chen Yuan learned that Li Qingshan was safe and sound and that Ye Wendi was teaching him swordsmanship, he felt relieved and focused on practicing in seclusion in Zhaoming Lake.

This time he came to visit Ye Wendi, in addition to meeting Li Qingshan, he also wanted to invite him to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters to destroy the monsters.

The middle-aged scholar took over his body and attacked Ye Wendi, forcing him to protect his body with the magic sword energy. Chen Yuan has always felt guilty.

This time the three major sects have joined forces, and the Kunyu and Jiaolong tribes will not be able to escape the disaster. It is a good opportunity to make some compensation to Ye Wendi.

……

Three hours later, Chen Yuan left Yanjun Mountains and flew towards Renzhou.

After Ye Wendi sent out the sound transmission note, he received a reply in less than a quarter of an hour, leading him to meet the head of Cangjian Palace, Master Gu Yan.

True Man Gu Yan was very polite and courteous, without any of the airs of a leader of one of the ten major sects.

Chen Yuan did not reveal his cultivation level, and Master Gu Yan did not know that he was already a great cultivator.

Facing a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, True Man Gu Yan could still treat him with such courtesy, obviously because he was afraid of Qin Wuya and Taoist Cangsong behind him.

During the conversation, Master Gu Yan also wanted to find out the reason why Chen Yuan was favored by Qin Wuya and Taoist Cangsong, but he was perfunctory in his answer.

The matter of ascension is of great importance, how can it be easily known to others?

Seeing that Chen Yuan was being vague, Master Gu Yan seemed a little displeased and his attitude turned cold. He briefly exchanged some thoughts on cultivation with Chen Yuan and then served him tea and sent him away.

Chen Yuan took the opportunity to say goodbye and left, and Ye Wendi personally sent him and Li Qingshan out of the mountain gate.

After all, Li Qingshan is not a disciple of Cangjian Palace, so he cannot continue to practice in Yanjun Mountains.

But over the past decade, Ye Wendi taught him carefully. Except for not teaching him the skills and magical powers of Cangjian Palace, he taught him several sword skills and the essentials of swordsmanship that he had acquired, which has laid a solid foundation for him.

Li Qingshan's cultivation has also been raised to the middle stage of Jindan, and now it has only been more than sixty years since he formed the golden elixir.

Li Qingshan's progress is as fast as that of the true disciples of the ten major sects, and there is a great hope for him to form a fetus.

After the two flew for several hundred miles, Chen Yuan suddenly slowed down his speed and said, "You have not slacked off in your cultivation over the years, and your foundation is solid. I am very pleased with you."

"Master has other important matters to attend to. You can return to Renzhou Cave to practice."

Li Qingshan hesitated for a moment, then responded respectfully: "Disciple obeys your command. I wish Master all the best."

Chen Yuan saw that he looked different and asked, "Do you have anything to say?" Li Qingshan said, "I feel that my strength is sufficient. I want to go to Xizhou first to seek revenge on the great elder of the Lu family. I beg Master to allow me to do so."

"How sure are you?"

"At least 70%!"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Since you are so sure, then go ahead and do it."

He flipped his hand and took out a dark yellow talisman, flicked his finger, and flew towards Li Qingshan.

He said calmly: "After activating this earth escape talisman, you can escape two hundred miles in an instant."

"Xizhou has thousands of miles of yellow sand, and the earth's spiritual energy is rich, enough to escape three hundred miles away."

"As long as you don't encounter a great monk, I can help you save your life."

This is an ancient talisman he obtained from the mustard seed ring of a monk who had passed away. It has long been lost. It is enough to be a trump card for a Nascent Soul cultivator. In Li Qingshan's hands, it is more than enough to save his life.

Li Qingshan was overjoyed. He took the talisman with both hands, put it into the mustard seed ring, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master, for the reward!"

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, and then warned: "Master offended the Divine Demon Cultivator Sun Yuan in Nanzhou. You must not set foot in Nanzhou, and you must not reveal your identity."

"If anything happens, just say you are a disciple of Wang Xuange, a great cultivator of the Taiming Sect in Tanzhou."

Li Qingshan was stunned: "If someone digs into the matter, how should I respond?"

Chen Yuan took out a blank jade slip, probed his spiritual sense into it, left a few words, and handed it to Li Qingshan together with the jade token given to him by Wang Xuan Ge.

He said, "You only need to take out this jade token, and people with a little knowledge will not embarrass you. If you meet Daoist Wang himself, take out this letter, and you will be safe."

Li Qingshan did not doubt it, took the jade slip and jade token, and responded respectfully.

Then the two parted ways, Li Qingshan went to Xizhou, and Chen Yuan headed east.

He escaped at an extremely fast speed and arrived outside Chongde City in just three days.

Now that Chen Yuan's cultivation has broken through and his physical body has become stronger, his control over the power of space has also deepened, and his escape speed is much faster than before.

Chen Yuan did not drop his escape light, but flew directly into the city.

Immediately, several patrolling monks came up to question him. Chen Yuan released his aura, and the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator flashed away. The patrolling monks immediately stopped, saluted respectfully, and watched Chen Yuan enter the city.

He came to the Sifang Pavilion in the northwest corner of the city, revealed his identity, and stated clearly that he wanted to visit Mr. Qingliu.

When a Nascent Soul cultivator came to visit, the Jindan deacon of Sifang Pavilion did not dare to neglect him and immediately sent someone back to the sect to report.

Chen Yuan only waited for a quarter of an hour before Mr. Qingliu came in person and entered the quiet room.

Chen Yuan stood up to greet him. Qingliu looked at him with a slightly depressed expression. He bowed and forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, why are you here today?"

Chen Yuan sighed secretly and clasped his fists in return: "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, where is Brother Zhang buried?"

The smile on Qingliu's face froze and slowly disappeared, and his voice became lower: "Daoyou, please follow me."

The two flew into the Chongde Mountains, passed through the sect protection formation, and came to a secluded place inside the Haoran Sect's mountain gate.

The area is hilly and undulating, with tombs scattered throughout the area within a dozen miles, making it a quiet and solemn place.

The surroundings were covered with formations and there were monks on duty. When they saw the two people, they immediately came forward to greet them.

But when he saw the face of Mr. Qingliu clearly, he immediately became respectful. After paying his respects, he opened the formation curtain and invited the two men in.

Chen Yuan followed behind Mr. Qingliu and came to the top of a gentle hill, where he escaped in a flash.

There is only one tomb on this hill, and in front of the tomb stands a stone tablet with the following inscription:

The tomb of the late Haoran Sect elder and beloved disciple Zhang Junhui Wushan

God does not give me longevity, the great road is not completed, the Spring and Autumn Period is 387 years
Master Qingliu stood in tears

Lay Buddhist Qingliu stared at the stone tablet, raised his hand and stroked it, whispering: "This is the burial place of all the monks of our sect who passed away in the past generations."

"I have been practicing Taoism in Wushan for more than 300 years. My secular relatives have long passed away. I only have a few distant relatives and descendants, but I have no contact with them anymore."

“After I return to the sect, I will have no choice but to bury him here.”

"Thanks to fellow Taoist for bringing Wushan's remains out of the secret realm, otherwise I would have had to build a cenotaph for him, like a large tomb like this."

Chen Yuan sighed, took out a wine jar and a jade cup from the mustard seed ring, opened the seal, and filled them with spiritual wine.

A dense spiritual mist rose up, accompanied by a rich fragrance, and slowly dissipated.

This is the nameless spiritual wine that Chen Yuan obtained from the mustard seed ring of the monk who passed away. Its origin is unknown. There are three jars in total. The spiritual energy is extremely rich and it is brewed with three thousand year old spiritual herbs.

Because the mustard seed ring was made of excellent material and remained indestructible for more than 40,000 years, the three jars of spiritual wine were also preserved and fell into Chen Yuan's hands.

Chen Yuan held the wine jar in one hand and the jade cup in the other, and said in a deep voice: "I am to blame for the death of Brother Zhang. I offer a toast to Brother Zhang. I hope that Brother Zhang's soul will be reincarnated, and he will cultivate the great way in the next life and ascend to the immortal world!"

He poured the spiritual wine in the jade cup in front of the stele and onto the grass. Spiritual mist rose up and the weeds within a ten-foot radius swayed gently, as if coming alive and growing lush and green.

Qingliu Lay Buddhist turned around, his eyes showing some expectation: "Wushan's soul was not wiped out by the White Ape Demon King?"

Chen Yuan lifted the wine jar and filled the jade jar with spirit wine. He said slowly, "When the White Ape King attacked Brother Zhang, he wanted to crush his soul."

"I saw that the situation was not good, so I fought back with all my strength and restrained him. Brother Zhang's spirit took advantage of the situation and reincarnated away..."

Qingliu Lay Buddhist was excited and bowed: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for leaving Wushan with a chance to achieve enlightenment in the next life."

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly and poured out the second bottle of spirit wine.

"I still remember the first time I met Brother Zhang in Fanyang Market. Brother Zhang was full of vigor and pride, and he helped me a lot..."

The spiritual energy was thick and rising, attracting a group of jackdaws. Just by inhaling a wisp of the spiritual mist, their bodies began to shake.

Chen Yuan filled the third bottle of spirit wine and slowly poured it on the ground.

"Chen was careless and indirectly killed Brother Zhang. He was also nearly possessed. I will keep this in mind and will never be careless again on the road to cultivation in the future..."

The spiritual mist became thicker and thicker, and tens of thousands of crows gathered together, circling and surrounding, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Their cries were endless, echoing through the clouds, sad and mournful, as if they were seeing Zhang Wushan off.

The wine jar was already half empty. Chen Yuan brought the jar to his mouth, tilted his head back and drank it down. The wine poured into his throat and flowed out along his neck.

Chen Yuan put down the jar of wine, his face flushed.

Even a great monk would inevitably get a little tipsy if he drank half a jar of spiritual wine made from three thousand year old spiritual herbs in one breath.

Chen Yuan doesn't like spiritual wine and dares not get drunk in his life.

But today, he had an urge to get drunk.

Zhang Wushan was one of the few good friends he had along the way, but he died in his hands in disguised form.

Chen Yuan felt full of guilt and took out another jar of spirit wine, ready to open the seal.

Taoist Qingliu raised his hand and placed it on his hand, then shook his head: "Life and death are determined by fate. I don't blame you for Wushan's death."

Chen Yuan paused for a long time, then put the wine jar into the mustard ring, looked at Zhang Wushan's tombstone, and whispered, "I don't believe in fate." (End of this chapter)