Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan took the gloves, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

After the thousand-year-old ice silk gloves were upgraded to magic weapons, the spiritual power was rich and pure, far better than the Golden Dragon Sword and much stronger than the Wind and Cloud Bell.

Thousand-year-old ice silk is indeed a top-grade spiritual material. Just two bundles can be refined into a good low-level magic weapon.

Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness probed into it. His spiritual consciousness imprint was intact. He only needed to inject true energy and refine it a little, and he could use it like an arm.

He put the gloves on his hand and injected a trace of true energy, but found that the wrist of his right hand was slightly shiny. Upon closer inspection, he actually engraved two slightly raised ancient seals.

"Ice Illusion..." Chen Yuan looked up at Han Zhu, "Fellow Daoist Han, this is..."

Han Zhu said proudly: "How can the magic weapon refined by Han be nameless?"

"This thing is made of thousand-year-old ice silk as the main material, and it was mixed with Huanyin Stone and Qingmang Snake Demon Pill before. It has the effect of illusion and invisibility. It is more appropriate to name it Ice Illusion."

Chen Yuan nodded and said: "Thank you for the name, fellow Daoist, this pair of gloves will be called Ice Illusion from now on."

Han Zhu smiled reservedly and picked up the teacup on the table: "The magic weapon has been refined. Han still needs to take care of the refining furnace, so I won't keep the two fellow Daoists."

This is serving tea to see off the guests. Chen Yuan immediately stood up and said goodbye, and left Han Zhu's cave with Wei Changhong.

Wei Changhong said apologetically: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Senior Brother Han is indeed a little arrogant, but it is not directed at you, please don't misunderstand."

Chen Yuan smiled: "Brother Wei, what are you talking about? Fellow Daoist Han is extremely skilled in refining weapons. It is all for Brother Wei's sake that he will refine the magic weapon for me. I am very grateful and I have no complaints."

If it weren't for Wei Changhong's matchmaking, Han Zhu would never have refined the weapon for him, let alone fifty high-grade spirit stones, even if it was more. It's just that he is a little arrogant, Chen Yuan doesn't care.

After the two parted, he returned to the cave, used his true essence to refine the ice illusion, and then tested the power of this pair of magic gloves.

After the ice illusion was upgraded to a low-level magic weapon, the Golden Dragon Sword could no longer hurt it, but it could not eliminate the huge force brought by the magic weapon, and it could only rely on Chen Yuan to resolve it himself.

This is not a difficult task for Chen Yuan, who has a strong body. He only needs the ice illusion to block the opponent's magic weapon.

Han Zhu also left a divine consciousness in Binghuan, saying that after injecting true essence, Binghuan can even resist mid-level magic weapons.

In addition, Binghuan's ice power has also been strengthened a lot more than before, and can even temporarily freeze low-level magic weapons.

In this way, when Chen Yuan does not stimulate Zhuyan's true blood, in addition to fighting the enemy with physical strength, he can also hurt people with ice power, which is an additional means.

After testing the power of Binghuan, Chen Yuan was very satisfied and put it into his Dantian, and kept it warm with true essence.

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A month later, Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong put on masks and black veils to cover their faces and came to the sky above an island.

A middle-aged cultivator with an ordinary appearance came up to meet them, with the cultivation of the late foundation building period.

The two stopped the escape light, Wei Changhong showed a jade cicada, the middle-aged cultivator saluted respectfully, and then turned to look at Chen Yuan.

Wei Changhong said in a muffled voice: "This fellow Taoist came with me."

The middle-aged cultivator bowed to Chen Yuan and said respectfully: "Senior, do you know the rules of the Autumn Cicada Society?"

Chen Yuan said in a rough voice: "You are not allowed to force buying and selling, you are not allowed to spy on other people's identities, and you are not allowed to interfere with other people's transactions."

The middle-aged cultivator said: "Please pay the spirit stones, seniors."

Chen Yuan raised his right hand, and twenty high-quality spirit stones appeared out of thin air above his palm, and handed them to the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator took the spirit stones and said respectfully: "Seniors, please follow me."

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong followed the middle-aged cultivator and descended the escape light.

This is a miniature island, less than ten miles in radius, desolate and uninhabited.

The middle-aged cultivator led the two to the woods in the center of the island, flicked the storage bag, took out a token, raised his hand, pinched the formula, and injected the true essence into the token.

The token emitted a faint light and flew forward slowly. A layer of light curtain suddenly appeared in the air, rippling like water waves. Behind the light curtain, a magnificent hall stood on the open flat ground.

This forest turned out to be an illusion array, but after careful observation by Chen Yuan, he found that this illusion array was only good at hiding, but had no defensive power and could be easily broken.

The ripples on the light curtain slowly spread out, revealing a door. The middle-aged cultivator pointed with his right hand and said respectfully: "Please come in, two seniors."

Wei Changhong nodded and walked into the light curtain with ease. Chen Yuan followed closely behind him, and the light curtain closed again behind the two.

When Chen Yuan walked into the light curtain, he was extremely alert. His hands in his sleeves were clenched, and the ice illusion tightly attached to his hands flashed away.

This was his first time to participate in an underground trade fair for Jindan cultivators, so he had to be careful.

The participants of the Autumn Cicada Fair not only had to hide their identities, but it was not even held on the Blood Island, but on a deserted island a hundred miles away from the Blood Island.

And every time the Autumn Cicada Meeting opens, the venue will be changed.

Only cultivators like Wei Changhong who hold the Jade Cicada can get advance notice from the organizer of the Autumn Cicada Meeting.

Only they can lead one person to participate in the Autumn Cicada Meeting, and ordinary cultivators have no way to enter.

And it is in this underground trade fair that real treasures can be bought.

Due to the extremely secretive nature of the Autumn Cicada Meeting, there will be cultivators in the late Jindan stage participating every time, and many rare treasures often appear, including treasures from shady sources.

No one knows who is behind the Autumn Cicada Meeting, but according to Wei Changhong's guess, it must be related to the three major sects.

Only the three major sects can support this level of underground trade fairs.

The two walked to the front of the hall, and nothing unexpected happened. Chen Yuan was relieved.

This hall was built of huge woods, which was relatively rough and obviously newly built.

There were several late-stage foundation-building cultivators standing around the hall. When they saw Chen Yuan and the other two coming, they all bowed and saluted with a very respectful attitude.

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong walked into the hall. It was dark inside, empty and simple. There were only dozens of chairs in the center of the hall, forming a circle.

At this time, more than a dozen cultivators were sitting on the chairs, either wearing masks or hats, all covering their faces, with restrained auras, and no one showed their cultivation.

When they saw the two people coming in, only two of them turned their heads and took a look, and the rest of the cultivators were not concerned.

Chen Yuan and Wei Changhong chose two adjacent chairs to sit down and waited quietly.

After the two, more cultivators came here one after another, but the number of people gradually decreased.

Half an hour later, a black-robed monk walked into the hall, raised his hand and closed the door.

This man was tall, with a layer of slowly flowing black mist on his face, which blocked his face, revealing the aura of the late Jindan stage.

He came to the middle of the monks and said in a cold voice: "This Autumn Cicada Meeting starts now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice rang out: "Haha, let me start with a brick and jade."

A short and fat monk wearing a mask raised his sleeves and three jade bottles appeared in front of him: "Three bottles of Haoyang Pill in exchange for a Tongtian Order."

"Haoyang Pill? I'll give you 400 spirit stones!"

"I'll give you 450 spirit stones!"

This Haoyang Pill is a late Jindan pill. The short and fat monk took out three bottles at once, which could be equivalent to a hundred years of hard practice, and immediately attracted several monks to bid.

The short and fat monk said lightly: "I only exchange it for the Tongtian Order."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent, and no one bid anymore.

"I do have a Tongtian Order in my hand, but three bottles of Haoyang Pills are not enough." A monk wearing a bamboo hat that covered half of his face said.

"What else do you want?" There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the short and fat monk.

"Add another hundred high-grade spirit stones." The monk in the bamboo hat said slowly.

"Fifty." The short and fat monk bargained.

"Eighty."

"Deal!" The short and fat monk took out another eighty high-grade spirit stones, and together with three bottles of Haoyang Pills, slowly flew to the monk in the bamboo hat.

After checking, the monk in the bamboo hat nodded slightly, raised his sleeves and flicked, and a palm-sized jade plate appeared in front of him out of thin air and flew towards the short and fat monk.

On one side of the jade plate were engraved lifelike fairy birds and auspicious beasts, and on the other side were engraved the two characters "Tongtian" in ancient seal script. It seemed to have experienced the baptism of endless years and was dark yellow.

Everyone present stared at the jade plate with eager eyes.

Only those who hold the Tongtian Order can enter the Jueling Island!

The Tongtian Order will only appear automatically after the closure of Jueling Island, and will be randomly distributed in Yuqing Sea and Wanyao Sea, with only a hundred at a time.

After the cultivator enters Jueling Island with this order, it will disappear automatically.

Everyone knows that Jueling Island is the most dangerous place in Yuqing Sea, but it is also the most precious place in Yuqing Sea. As long as you can get out of it alive, you will definitely gain a lot and may break through the bottleneck.

If it were not for not being able to interfere with other people's transactions, someone would definitely bid for it.

Chen Yuan looked at this Tongtian Order, and the scenes in the memory of Master Qingyou emerged in his mind, and a trace of depression flashed in his eyes.

Jueling Island is very strange. After entering the island, as long as the Jindan cultivators do not harbor greed, the mortality rate is not too high, and they can often gain something.

But what he seeks is the body-tempering elixir, and it is too risky to compete with those Yuanying cultivators, so he can only give up this idea.

Moreover, the Tongtian Order is very valuable, and he can't afford it.

The short and fat cultivator put the Tongtian Order into the mustard ring, leaned back on the chair, and said nothing.

Chen Yuan seized the opportunity and said in a deep voice: "I want to buy a mid-level killing magic weapon with top-grade spirit stones!"

Everyone looked at him, Chen Yuan was as steady as a mountain, and looked around with a calm look.

"How many spirit stones can you take out?" someone asked.

Chen Yuan looked at this person and said lightly: "If you have a killing treasure, just make an offer, I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

This person stopped talking, Chen Yuan waited for a while, but still no one spoke.

Finally, a cultivator said in a hoarse voice: "I do have a mid-level magic weapon, but I won't exchange it for spirit stones. If you want it, bring a portion of cleansing spirit water to exchange it!"

"I can't take out the cleansing spirit water." Chen Yuan shook his head.

The cleansing spirit water is a spiritual object that can refine the golden elixir and can increase the effect of forming an infant by 10%. It is more precious than a mid-level magic weapon. How can he take it out?

"Hehe, without the cleansing spirit water, then my magic weapon will be out of reach for you." (End of this chapter)