Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

An hour later, the Yin and Yang energies had completely influenced every corner of his body. Chu Zifei clearly felt that he could now control and change every inch of his flesh and blood at will.

Unfortunately, his current spiritual foundation is shallow, and he can only barely touch the threshold of the Seventy-Two Transformations.

To transform into a physical form, one must first absorb a wisp of the target's energy as a foundation. Moreover, it is impossible to achieve perfection; one can only replicate the target's physical form and energy, leaving the flesh, blood, and soul undisguised.

If one encounters a cultivator who is a whole realm higher than oneself, and the other party concentrates their divine sense to probe the soul, the fake one will instantly see the flaw.

Fortunately, cultivators value the soul, and few would dare to peer into another's soul without absolute certainty, so there is no need to worry about being exposed in the short term.

Thinking of this, Chu Zifei longed even more for the seventy-two innate transformations.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the Wind and Thunder Blade again. He had not refined this magical weapon, and the blade still retained a faint aura of its original owner, Feng Yue.

He immediately activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, drawing out the remaining energy from the Wind and Thunder Blade and incorporating it into his body, where it became nourishment for the Yin and Yang energies.

Chu Zifei lightly recited the mantra of the Seventy-Two Transformations Mind Technique, uttering the word "transformation" with a soft utterance.

In an instant, the yin and yang energies surged and churned around his body, reshaping his muscles and skin, causing them to writhe and twist rapidly. In just a few breaths, his appearance and physique had been completely transformed.

  

A burly, bald man suddenly appeared. He had a long, narrow face with a hooked nose, and his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, with a sinister and ruthless look surging in them. In terms of physique and aura, he was no different from Feng Yue himself.

The only flaw was the Huangfeng Valley disciple's uniform he was still wearing, which he hadn't changed out of.

Just as he was secretly observing the changes in himself, a voice suddenly came from outside the door. Chu Zifei's heart tightened, and he immediately dispersed the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, his physical aura returned to normal, and he returned to his original appearance.

"Is Junior Brother Chu here? I am Li He. I have important matters to discuss with you. I hope you will come out and talk to me."

Chu Zifei pushed open the door and came out. Standing outside was a middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a deacon of Huangfeng Valley.

He quickly stepped forward, his posture humble and courteous, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Steward Li. May I ask what business you have with me? Please feel free to ask."

Although the two had never met before and this was their first time interacting, it did not prevent Chu Zifei from handling interpersonal relationships with perfect skill.

In terms of seniority, the other party is a senior brother who entered the sect earlier, while I am a junior brother, so I should naturally be more humble; in terms of status, the other party is a steward, while I am just an outer disciple with no power or influence.

Li He, on the contrary, was somewhat flattered by such courtesy and quickly waved his hand in reply:

"Junior brother, there's no need to be so polite. I've come to deliver a message. Elder Lei Wanhe finished his seclusion yesterday and has summoned you today to meet with him. Please go to the elder's cave as soon as possible."

He had already heard that this seemingly ordinary outer disciple was highly regarded by Elder Lei, who wanted to take him as a disciple.

The elder has just emerged from seclusion and is already eager to be summoned, indicating his promising future. Therefore, the people who are rushing to deliver this message are simply trying to establish a good relationship in advance, so they can seek help from him in the future.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zifei felt a sense of foreboding. He hadn't expected the news to spread so quickly. The situation he feared most had come to pass. Lei Wanhe wanted to see him as soon as he came out of seclusion, and his intentions were self-evident.

Despite his inner unease, he remained outwardly composed and continued to speak politely with Li He.

About fifteen minutes later, Li He saw that he was in a daze and assumed that he had not yet processed the sudden good news and was having difficulty calming down. So, he wisely got up and took his leave.

"What is meant to be will be, and what is meant to be will be."

Chu Zifei sighed softly, straightened his clothes, and specially changed into his Cloud-Stepping Boots to hurry on his way. Lei Wanhe's cave was far from the outer disciples' residences, so there was no time to waste.

During their conversation, he had already learned from Li He that Lei Wanhe's cave dwelling was located at the foot of a mountain peak in the eastern part of the Taiyue Mountains. The eastern part of the Taiyue Mountains is surrounded by abundant spiritual energy and has excellent scenery. Most of the Core Formation elders in the valley have opened their cave dwellings there.

Chu Zifei moved with lightning speed, his figure blurring into a blur as he darted out. In just a moment, he had entered the eastern part of the Taiyue Mountains.

Looking around, it truly lived up to its reputation. The mountains were verdant and the birds sang. A rich spiritual energy wafted over, and after just a few breaths, I felt refreshed and all my fatigue vanished.

He looked around and quickly found the mountain where Lei Wanhe's cave was located.

The mountain peak is covered with lush trees and looks unremarkable, but a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafts through the mountains. However, looking across the entire mountain, not a single medicinal herb can be seen, which is quite strange.

Chu Zifei stood on a blue stone at the foot of the mountain, took out a communication talisman from his robes, whispered a few words into the talisman, and tossed it aside. A flash of white light, and the communication talisman pierced straight into the mountain peak, disappearing without a trace.

About half an incense stick's time later, the spiritual energy around the mountain trembled slightly, the air patterns distorted, and the protective barrier slowly opened a passage. Then, a middle-aged man in his forties stepped out, his face cold and stern.

The man's gaze fell on Chu Zifei, his attitude utterly cold. He spoke in a deep voice, "So you're the audacious Chu Zifei? Come in with me, your master is waiting for you inside!"

Without giving Chu Zifei a chance to speak, he turned and stepped into the restricted area.

Chu Zifei was not angry when he saw this. He knew that he was the one who had used Lei Wanhe's name to make a big deal out of nothing. Lei Wanhe's summons was probably to hold him accountable, so it was normal for his disciples to be indifferent.

He didn't say much, but followed closely behind the other person, cautiously stepping into the restricted area.

The moment Chu Zifei stepped into the restricted area, the scenery inside the mountain changed abruptly, catching his eye.

The once ordinary trees have all disappeared, replaced by a secluded valley.

A vast medicinal herb field has been carved out in the valley, where various rare and precious herbs thrive. Flowers and grasses dot the ground, and the rich aroma of herbs intertwines with pure spiritual energy, filling the air with a delightful fragrance.

The middle-aged cultivator leading the way caught a glimpse of Chu Zifei's astonished expression out of the corner of his eye, and secretly sneered inwardly, full of disdain.

Chu Zifei dared not linger, and focused his mind to follow the other person closely, all the way to a natural cave on the side of the valley.

Inside the cave, there was another small medicinal garden, where several ancient spiritual herbs were planted. Judging from Elder Lei's meticulous care, they must be thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

As they ventured deeper into the cave, they arrived at the main hall, where Chu Zifei found Lei Wanhe sitting alone at his desk, reviewing medicinal formulas. Lei Wanhe's expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. The middle-aged man respectfully stepped forward to report, then bowed and stood aside in attendance.

Lei Wanhe looked up at Chu Zifei, a hint of surprise flashing across his brows, and blurted out, "Oh? The person who asked Junior Brother Li to come and inquire earlier was actually you?"