Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The next day, Wei Changhong led Chen Yuan to the residence of Han Zhudong, the master of Zhenhai Sect's weapon refining, and asked him to upgrade the Millennium Ice Silk Gloves into a magic weapon.

Han Zhu's cultivation level is only at the early stage of elixir formation, but he is the direct disciple of a supreme elder in the Zhenhai Sect. He is extremely skilled in refining weapons and has once refined two mid-level magic weapons.

Wei Changhong had a good relationship with him, so he was able to ask Grandmaster Han to take action.

When Chen Yuan took off the thousand-year ice silk gloves, Han Zhu shook his head slightly, as if he was quite dissatisfied with using such spiritual materials to refine spiritual weapons.

He had never used thousand-year-old ice silk to refine a magic weapon before, so he was very interested in it and agreed to Chen Yuan's request, but he accepted fifty yuan of high-grade spiritual stones as a reward for refining the weapon.

Han Zhu's asking price is not low. The gloves have already been formed. They only need to be mixed with thousand-year ice silk and refined to be upgraded to a low-level magic weapon. It only takes a month at most, but he wants fifty yuan of high-grade spiritual stones. It would be difficult for ordinary monks to accept this.

Chen Yuan also felt a little pain, but he had no other way out. Han Zhu was well-known, so he could handle this matter for Wei Changhong's sake. He was also interested in the spiritual material of Millennium Ice Silk, so it was impossible to lower the price. .

He could only agree and hand over the spirit stone and gloves to Han Zhu.

After leaving Hanzhu Cave Mansion, Chen Yuan offered to give Wei Changhong ten high-grade spiritual stones as a token of his gratitude.

Han Zhu was able to be invited to take action, thanks to Wei Changhong's matchmaking, so this spiritual stone cannot be spared.

But Wei Changhong did not accept it. Han Zhu asked for a very high price without any regard for human feelings, which made him feel a little embarrassed in front of Chen Yuan.

Moreover, he had to rely on Chen Yuan during his trip to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, so how could he receive another spiritual stone?

Chen Yuan saw that he was very determined to refuse, so he stopped insisting and returned to the cave to meditate.

Two days later, Chen Yuan was meditating with his eyes closed in the training room, his five hearts facing the sky, and a high-grade fire attribute spiritual stone suspended in the palms of his hands.

Wisps of dense spiritual energy gush out from the spirit stone and enter Chen Yuan's body. After flowing through the meridians for thirty-six weeks, they turn into a wisp of the purest true essence and enter the Dantian.

As Chen Yuan's cultivation reaches the middle stage of pill formation, the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth can no longer meet his cultivation needs. In addition to taking Yaoyuan Dan, he will also use high-grade spiritual stones to practice.

The spiritual energy in high-grade spiritual stones is very pure, and one spiritual stone is worth ten days of practice. This is also the method that most pill-forming monks use to speed up their practice when they don't have elixirs.

But there are very few people like Chen Yuan who can practice with two high-grade spiritual stones at one time.

Ordinary monks in the middle stage of pill formation go out to sea to hunt monsters, and it is difficult to hunt down a level six monster in a year. It is not easy to earn spiritual stones, and it is too luxurious to do so.

While Chen Yuan was practicing, a transmission note passed through the formation and flew into the cave. The formation was disturbed, and an invisible ripple spread out, awakening Chen Yuan from his trance.

It happened that the spiritual energy in the two high-grade spiritual stones was also absorbed completely, turned into two piles of powder, and fell to the ground.

Chen Yuan flicked his hand, a breeze blew by, and the powder dispersed quietly.

He stood up and walked out of the training room, raised his hand, took the transmission note into his hand, and penetrated it with his spiritual thoughts.

Wei Changhong's voice reached Chen Yuan's ears. The trade fair was about to start, and Chen Yuan was invited to go with him.

Chen Yuan put away the transmission talisman and walked out of the cave. Wei Changhong was already waiting outside.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two entered Fangshi, came to a small and elegant building, and stepped inside.

A foundation-building monk stood by the door. He seemed to recognize Wei Changhong. When he saw the two people walking in, he looked extremely respectful and bowed deeply.

Wei Changhong took out three high-grade spiritual stones and handed them to the foundation-building monks, followed closely by Chen Yuan.

The foundation-building monk took the spirit stones from the two of them, and with another salute, led them to the third floor.

The furnishings here are simple and elegant, with a dozen futons scattered around. In front of the futons are several cases made of green bamboo. They are thin, tough, and green, and are actually made of Breitling bamboo.

On the bamboo table, there is a jade bottle with the mouth open, letting out a faint aroma of wine, mellow and sweet. There is a jade cup next to it, shining with a faint spiritual light.

At this time, there were already seven monks sitting on the futon, with their Qi Qi exposed. They were all alchemy monks.

Wei Changhong is indeed a well-connected person. As soon as he showed up, three people greeted him.

Wei Changhong returned the greetings one by one, exchanged greetings with a few people, and sat down on a futon.

Chen Yuan sat next to him, silently looking at everyone in the field.

Not long after, five more alchemy monks arrived. After that, everyone waited for half an hour, but no one came.

An old man in white clothes sitting on the main seat picked up the jade vase, filled the jade cup, held it in his hand, looked around, and said with a smile: "I, Feng Lou, welcome all fellow Taoists to attend the Qingzhu meeting today."

He raised the jade cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "The Green Bamboo Society is just a place for you to trade treasures. There is only one rule, no forced buying or selling."

"As for whether the treasure is good or bad, I am not responsible for it."

"Fellow Taoists, please keep your eyes open. If you suffer a loss, don't ask me for spiritual stones..."

"Who doesn't know the rules of your Green Bamboo Society? Stop making noise and start quickly!" A middle-aged monk said impatiently.

This person's cultivation level is the same as that of the old man in white, and he is in the middle stage of pill formation.

The old man in white didn't show the slightest hint of anger, and said with a smile: "Since fellow Taoist Li is impatient with waiting, I won't say much. Starting from my left hand side, please show me your treasures!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a monk sitting on his left who was in the early stage of pill formation raised his hand and a demon pill and a fist-sized ore appeared out of thin air on the table. He said loudly: "I have a fifth-level sea-swallowing fish in my hand." Demon pill, a piece of middle-grade spiritual material lapis lazuli, I want to exchange it for a high-grade spiritual stone..."

At this time, besides Feng Lou, there were thirteen alchemy monks in the field.

Eight of them were in the early stage of pill formation, the remaining five were in the middle stage of pill formation, and there was not a single monk in the late stage of pill formation.

Chen Yuan was not surprised by this. Before coming to the trade fair, Wei Changhong told him that the level of Qingzhu Xiaohui was low, and most of the participants were casual cultivators in the early stage of alchemy formation, and not many monks in the middle stage of alchemy formation.

However, no matter how low the level of the Green Bamboo Meeting is, it is still a trading fair for alchemy monks. There have been magic weapon transactions in the past, so Chen Yuan followed Wei Changhong to come here to try his luck, and he was fully prepared.

He was naturally not interested in the fifth-level demon pills and mid-level spiritual materials, so he made no bid.

Wei Changhong also smiled and said nothing, just poured himself a drink and said to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, this green bamboo brew is carefully brewed by Daoist Feng. It has a mellow taste. You might as well give it a try."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, tilted the jade bottle, filled the jade cup, drank it all in one gulp, with a look of admiration on his face.

This green bamboo brew is fragrant and elegant, not as scorching as strong liquor, and has a different taste.

Like Wei Changhong, he also started drinking by himself.

The fifth-level sea-swallowing fish demon elixir and lapis lazuli were bought by two monks respectively. It was the next person's turn to reveal the treasure, which was also commonly used by monks in the early stages of elixir formation. Naturally, Chen Yuan would not participate in the bidding.

The only goal of his trip was the magic weapon, and he was not interested in anything else.

After that, several people showed their treasures, including a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, but no one took out their magic treasures.

Finally it was Chen Yuan's turn. He put down the jade cup, raised his sleeves, and a small pile of high-grade spiritual stones appeared on the bamboo table. He said in a deep voice: "I want to exchange the spiritual stones for a mid-level magic weapon. The price will definitely make you wonder. Friends are satisfied.”

After his words fell, the place fell into silence.

Some people looked at the spirit stone in front of Chen Yuan with eager eyes, but they quickly turned away.

There was also a trace of ridicule in someone's eyes, which seemed to be saying that Chen Yuan was delusional.

Intermediate magic weapons can indeed be purchased with spiritual stones, but very few people would exchange them for spiritual stones.

After a while, Chen Yuan saw that no one spoke, so he changed his words: "Low-level magic weapons are also acceptable."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes finally became serious.

The low-level magic weapon is suitable for the monks present, and they can really use it.

The middle-aged monk who had interrupted the old man in white before said: "What kind of magic weapon does this fellow Taoist want to exchange for?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "The treasure of killing."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves. Two small dark black halberds about a foot long appeared out of thin air in front of him. They flew slowly towards Chen Yuan and said, "This pair of black evil halberds are extremely powerful. Please, fellow Taoist." Check it out.”

Chen Yuan caught the two small halberds and looked at them intently. The halberds emitted a rich spiritual light, lingering with traces of black evil aura, which was extremely frightening.

His eyes lit up, his consciousness penetrated it, and he walked around, but a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

These two small halberds, like the Golden Dragon Sword, look great on sale, but in reality their power is mediocre.

He raised his sleeves and returned the two small halberds to the middle-aged monk: "This black evil halberd is quite extraordinary, but it doesn't suit my liking."

The middle-aged monk caught the halberd, as if he had expected it. He nodded, put away the two halberds, and said no more.

Everyone looked surprised when they saw that the black evil halberd was selling well but still not in Chen Yuan's eyes. No one took out the magic weapon again.

Chen Yuan waited for a while, but when no one said anything, he raised his sleeves, put away the spiritual stones on the table, picked up the wine cup, and began to sip silently.

Next it was Wei Changhong's turn. He came here with Chen Yuan. He had no intention of exchanging treasures. He just took out two common spiritual objects in exchange for some spiritual stones.

From then until the end of the Qingzhu meeting, no monk took out a magic weapon, let alone an intermediate magic weapon.

The old man in white announced the end of the Qingzhu meeting with a smile, and Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong stood up and left.

After walking out of the small building, Wei Changhong sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, most of the monks in this Qingzhu meeting are early-stage monks, and there are very few magic weapon transactions. In the Qiucican meeting two months later, many monks in the late stage of alchemy will participate. Fellow Taoist It will definitely come true.”

Chen Yuan replied: "I accept the auspicious words of my Taoist friend."

It was getting late at this time, so the two separated. Chen Yuan returned to the cave, took out a sixth-level Demon Yuan Dan, swallowed it, and meditated.

In the next period of time, there will be no external disturbances, and it is just a good time to improve your cultivation.

A month later, Chen Yuan received a message from Wei Changhong, and after refining the Millennium Ice Silk Gloves, he was successfully upgraded to a low-level magic weapon.

With a happy face on his face, he immediately left the cave and came to Wei Changhong's residence. The two of them came to Han Zhu's cave together.

Han Zhu still looked that proud. He raised his sleeves and a pair of white gloves as thin as cicada wings appeared out of thin air and flew slowly towards Chen Yuan. (End of chapter)