Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

After Chen Yuan said goodbye to Ren Man and Cao Xianji, he walked slowly all the way to Huanyuefang City.

Twenty years ago, he had many discussions on the occult and Taoism with Cao You and Ren Man, and the scene of exchanging cultivation experiences was vivid in his mind, as if it happened yesterday, and he felt quite sad in his heart.

The world is impermanent, Cao You is dead, and Ren Man's face has also aged. If he cannot successfully build the foundation, he will turn into a pile of bones in a few decades.

Chen Yuan couldn't bear that his old friend's journey would be interrupted, so he just sent a foundation-building pill to help her build her foundation.

After leaving the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain and receiving the reward from the sect, he had a total of eight foundation-building pills in his hand. He sold two to Huang, paid one to Nie Ruyue, and gave one to Ren Man, leaving four pills left.

When he bought the Yingang Stone before, Chen Yuan only had twenty-five middle-grade spiritual stones in his hand. He could have used the low-grade spiritual stones he got from Huang Sipei to offset them, but he did not do so.

Nie Ruyue is a businessman. If he uses low-grade spiritual stones to trade, he will inevitably be looked down upon.

Although the Foundation Establishment Pill was precious, it was of no use to Chen Yuan. Using it to offset the price would make Nie Ruyue owe a favor and leave the impression that he was carrying a treasure.

In this way, whether it is upgrading the Yingang Sword or asking Nie Ruyue to help search for the Huanyin Stone, she will do her best.

However, Chen Yuan sent another Foundation Establishment Pill this time. There are fewer and fewer Foundation Establishment Pills in his hands. He still needs to get some middle-grade spiritual stones as soon as possible. Otherwise, a Foundation Establishment monk with only low-grade spiritual stones will still look embarrassed. Some.

When trading with other foundation-building monks, or purchasing spiritual herbs, elixirs, and spiritual weapons, some shops only accept medium-grade spiritual stones, and low-grade spiritual stones are not available at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan stopped, identified the path, turned around and came to Guiyuan Pavilion.

Although Guiyuan Pavilion has the word "ge" in its name, it is actually a large hall covering a vast area.

This is also the most popular place in Huanyuefang City. There are more than a dozen guests in the hall, including two foundation-building monks.

After Chen Yuan entered the main hall, a female cultivator came up to receive him. It was obvious at a glance that he was a foundation-building cultivator. She immediately performed a blessing ceremony and said respectfully: "Senior, what do you need?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I have some low-grade spiritual stones in my hand, and I want to exchange them for medium-grade spiritual stones."

The female cultivator said respectfully: "Senior, please follow me."

Chen Yuan followed her to the back of the palace, passed through a small green-lacquered door, and entered a vast courtyard.

The two passed through a hanging flower door, passed through the cloister walkway, the small bridge and the stone path, and came to a side courtyard and stopped.

The wooden door of the small courtyard was tightly closed, and the aura flashing on it was a sign of a restriction.

The female cultivator raised her hand and injected a little magic power into the door. She moved her lips slightly and said something silently.

After a moment, the aura of the courtyard door dimmed, and it opened silently, and a deep voice came out: "Fellow Taoist, please come in."

The female cultivator gave Chen Yuan a blessing and stepped aside to wait.

Chen Yuan stepped into the small courtyard and saw the main hall door opening. A middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance was sitting at the table, facing the courtyard door.

This man was wearing a blue gown with the word "Yuan" embroidered on the cuffs. He was exactly the same as the Master of the Guiyuan Sect that Chen Yuan saw before entering the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain ten years ago. He was the foundation builder of his sect. Monk's robe.

When the middle-aged monk saw Chen Yuan walking into the small courtyard, he raised his hand and closed the courtyard door. Then he stood up to greet him, showed a gentle smile, and said with cupped hands: "Li Ju, the deacon of Guiyuan Pavilion, what do you call me? "

Chen Yuan cupped his hands and said, "I'm a casual cultivator from Zhaoshan. I'm here to exchange for some middle-grade spiritual stones. I'd like to ask Deacon Li to make it easier for me."

Li Ju raised his hand and said, "This is easy to talk about. Fellow Taoist Zhao, please sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan didn't want to waste time, so he sat down opposite Li Ju and said straight to the point: "Excuse me, what is the ratio of lower-grade spiritual stones to medium-grade spiritual stones?"

Li Ju raised his hand and waved, and the white porcelain teapot in front of him flew up on its own. He poured spiritual tea for Chen Yuan and said, "It depends on how many low-grade spiritual stones your fellow Taoist can come up with. If there are only a few hundred pieces, then That is one hundred and thirty to one. If there are thousands of pieces, it is one hundred and twenty to one. If there are thousands of pieces, it is one hundred and ten to one. If there are tens of thousands of pieces, it is one hundred to one. 1... This tea is the unique Wuyin tea of ​​our sect and has a unique taste. Taoist friends may wish to try it. "

He raised the tea cup as a gesture and extended his warm invitation. Chen Yuan couldn't resist the hospitality. He raised the tea cup, took a sip and casually praised: "Good tea."

Then, he put down the tea cup and said: "Zhao has four thousand low-grade spiritual stones in his hand. According to what Deacon Li said, he should be able to exchange for thirty-six medium-grade spiritual stones, right?"

Li Ju's eyes lit up and he put down the tea cup: "Not bad."

Chen Yuan touched the storage bag, and a pile of spiritual stones appeared out of thin air on the table, saying: "These are four thousand pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. Please have a look at them, Fellow Daoist Li."

Li Ju saw the exquisite storage bag on Chen Yuan's waist, and the smile on his face became stronger. His consciousness scanned the pile of spiritual stones, and he nodded: "The number is just right."

He touched the storage bag, and thirty-six middle-grade spiritual stones appeared out of thin air on the table. He smiled and said, "Please keep it, Fellow Daoist Zhao."

Chen Yuan scanned it with his consciousness and confirmed that the number was correct. He raised his sleeve and put it into his storage bag. He cupped his hands and said, "Zhao has something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Li Ju did not try to persuade him to stay, but returned the courtesy and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, please go slowly."

He raised his hand and waved, and the courtyard door opened. Chen Yuan stood up and walked out of the small courtyard. He followed the female cultivator and walked along the way to Guiyuan Hall.

Behind Chen Yuan, Li Ju watched his back disappear into the distance, his eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

He raised his hand and closed the courtyard door, then stroked his storage bag and took out a silver sound transmission talisman. He looked at it reluctantly, then raised his hand to inject a trace of true energy, moved his lips slightly, and said a few words silently.

Then he raised his hand and threw it, and the sound transmission talisman turned into a silver stream of light, flying into the sky at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary sound transmission talismans. After a moment, it disappeared.

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After Chen Yuan walked out of the Guiyuan Hall, he did not waste any more time, walked out of the Huanyue Market quickly, drove the Duyun Boat, and fled south.

As before, in order to avoid attracting attention, he did not exert the full speed of the Duyun Boat in its normal state, but only the same speed as the peak cultivator of the middle stage of foundation building.

Chen Yuan flew in the sky for a quarter of an hour, suddenly frowned, urged the true energy, and the speed of the Duyun Boat increased, comparable to the flying speed of the cultivator of the late stage of foundation building, and continued to move forward.

He was cautious by nature, and even when flying in the sky, he always spread his spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation.

After he broke through the middle stage, his spiritual sense, which was different from that of ordinary people, had expanded to three hundred feet, comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Just now, two dark lights suddenly appeared in the coverage area of ​​his spiritual sense, chasing from behind.

The speed of these two lights was just the same as that of Du Yunzhou. Judging from the aura of the cultivators inside, they should be two cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.

Chen Yuan did not want to cause trouble, so he increased his speed to avoid the two people.

After a while, the two lights were thrown away by him.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yuan reduced his speed and let Du Yunzhou continue to fly at the speed of a peak cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

This speed is not too slow, the consumption of true essence is not too much, the sound is small, and it will not attract attention, which is most suitable for long-term flight.

Du Yunzhou continued to fly south for two quarters of an hour. Chen Yuan looked leisurely, overlooking the land and viewing the scenery of mountains, rivers and rivers, which was a unique flavor.

Suddenly, he frowned, and the Cloud Crossing Boat slowly stopped.

The two dark lights appeared again within the range of his spiritual sense, and they caught up with him at a speed a little faster than before.

Chen Yuan stepped out of the Cloud Crossing Boat, raised his hand and shrunk the Cloud Crossing Boat to a size of three inches, put it into the storage bag, stood with his hands behind his back, and waited quietly.

In just a moment, the two dark lights passed through the clouds and suddenly stopped fifty feet away from Chen Yuan, revealing two figures.

The one on the left was skinny and pale, like a consumptive ghost, wearing a black robe.

The one on the right was of medium build, looked to be in his forties, dressed in a white long gown, spotless, wearing a square scarf on his head, dressed like a scholar, holding a folding fan, handsome and gentle.

Chen Yuan said calmly: "You two Taoist friends have followed me all the way. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the consumptive ghost started to curse: "Mr. Zhao, what kind of flying magic weapon did you use? It's so fast. You've wasted so much of our time. I must extract your soul and let you suffer the pain of soul refining!"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and bowed to Chen Yuan, looking very elegant: "Daoyou Zhao, we two are here to take your life. Please help us."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "How do you know my surname is Zhao?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: "It's inconvenient to tell you about this matter. Please forgive me."

The consumptive ghost sneered: "Daoyou Murong, there is no need to waste time talking to this man. Kill him quickly and divide his spiritual stones. That's the business!"

He stroked the storage bag, took out a three-inch bone sword, threw it forward, and pinched the magic formula with his hand.

The bone sword suddenly grew to two feet long, with a skull inlaid on the hilt of the sword, which turned into a stream of light and shot towards Chen Yuan.

The middle-aged scholar sighed: "What a pity, Murong will have another life, which is really against the harmony of heaven..."

He said it was a pity, but his hands were not slow, opening the folding fan in his hand and throwing it forward.

The fan was painted with ferocious demons, with black eyes, but wearing scholar's clothes, Taoist robes and official uniforms, playing the piano, drinking tea, reciting poems and painting, with a calm expression, as if immersed in it, out of place, extremely weird.

The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and pinched his fingers, and dozens of black demons flew out from the fan, their clothes dissipated, their calm expressions disappeared, revealing their ferocious true appearance, and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

The bone sword and the folding fan are both mid-grade spiritual weapons. Under the attack of the two, Chen Yuan immediately fell into danger.

But his expression remained unchanged. He touched his storage bag, and the Fire Cloud Gourd appeared out of thin air in front of him. He raised his hand, made a gesture, and shouted, "Go!"

The mouth of the gourd shone brightly, and 360 Fire Cloud Sands gushed out, growing to the size of a fist, and instantly spread out, surrounding the two people, and then began to rotate rapidly, releasing 360 red smoke, and the area within a hundred feet was all red!

There are several typos in Chapter 143, which have been corrected. Chen Yuan sold two foundation-building pills to Huang, not one.