Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Fanyang Market.

Chen Yuan sent down his escape light, and the market was crowded with people. It was much more prosperous than when he came here ten years ago.

The priceless jade in the mortal world was spread on the streets in large pieces, spotless. The wood used by the shops on the street was all the most precious wood. The most inconspicuous shop was also elegant and exquisite, comparable to the most luxurious gardens in the mortal world.

Chen Yuan came to the entrance of the market, paid a medium-grade spirit stone, received a pass token and ninety low-grade spirit stones from the on-duty monk, and walked into the market.

Several teenagers with cultivation below the third level of Qi Refining immediately surrounded him, vying to be a guide for Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, and they immediately dispersed to find the next foreign monk.

The market is not a mortal market. These teenagers have low cultivation. After being rejected, they dare not entangle at all, for fear of angering the high-level monks from outside and causing trouble.

Chen Yuan followed the crowd and walked forward at a very slow speed. The originally wide streets in the market were now crowded. There were a row of stalls on both sides of the street, making the already bustling crowd even more crowded.

In half a month, the Fanyang Market Auction will be held. Cultivators within a radius of ten thousand miles gathered here to participate in this once-in-a-decade event.

Many cultivators' treasures were not eligible for the auction, so they sold them on the street stalls or to shops in the market, further increasing the popularity of Fanyang Market.

Thousands of cultivators strolled in the market, looking for their favorite treasures, and spent all the spirit stones accumulated for ten years or even longer in a few days.

The three medium-sized sects behind Fanyang Market also made a lot of money.

After all, only a few cultivators have the financial resources to participate in the auction. These low-level Qi-refining cultivators, although they are poor, are huge in number and are the ones who can really contribute spirit stones.

Chen Yuan walked for half an hour before he arrived at the center of the market. There were fewer cultivators here, but it was still bustling.

The Treasure Pavilion was crowded with people, and cultivators kept coming in and out. Chen Yuan walked in. The first floor was crowded with people, who were selecting magic weapons on the wall.

Chen Yuan frowned, turned around and retreated, walked around the back of the Treasure Pavilion, came to the courtyard with the gate closed, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the light on the gate suddenly paused and slowly opened.

A young cultivator of the tenth level of Qi Refining came out, pointed to a wooden sign hanging on the door, frowned and said: "Dear guest, if you want to buy magic weapons, please go to the pavilion. No outsiders are welcome here."

The wooden sign read "Treasure Pavilion is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed" in large characters.

Chen Yuan dispersed his aura and said lightly: "Is Shopkeeper Cheng here? Please inform him that Chen Yuan is here to visit."

Feeling the pressure from the Jindan cultivator, the young cultivator's face turned pale, and his expression immediately became respectful. He bowed deeply: "Shopkeeper Cheng is receiving guests in the pavilion. Please wait for a moment, I will go and inform him."

After that, he closed the door and walked quickly to the Treasure Pavilion.

After the door closed, the light flowed, and the defensive formation continued to take effect.

Chen Yuan did not stand outside the door and waited, but turned to the side.

There are also many people setting up stalls here, but the rent of the stalls in the center of the market is not low. Most of the stall owners are cultivators of the tenth level of Qi Refining, and there are also several foundation-building cultivators.

They are unwilling to sell their things to the shops in the market, and rent stalls like ordinary people. Some people shout loudly to attract customers.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and walked past these stalls. His eyes swept across the treasures on the ground, and he was slightly disappointed.

He wanted to see if there were any treasures that caught his eye, but the things on these stalls were extremely ordinary and only suitable for low-level cultivators.

The stall owners looked at Chen Yuan with expectation. They all saw that the cultivator of the tenth level of Qi Refining was very respectful in front of Chen Yuan. He was at least a foundation-building cultivator, and he must have no shortage of spiritual stones in his hands.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan stopped in front of a stall, raised his hand, and took a roll of animal skin into his hand.

The stall owner sitting on the ground immediately stood up. He was a middle-aged cultivator with a full beard. He was taller than Chen Yuan and had a mighty aura. At this moment, he bowed and looked respectful.

He only had the cultivation of the tenth level of Qi Refining. In front of Chen Yuan, he dared not be negligent.

On both sides of the stall, there was a stall. The stall owner was also at the tenth level of Qi Refining. Seeing Chen Yuan stop, they all showed envy.

Although there were many cultivators in the market, there were also many stalls. They had been setting up stalls for more than ten days, but few things could be sold.

Chen Yuan shook his hand, and the rolled animal skin spread out. It was about three feet in size, with rough and uneven edges, and was pitch black. It looked ordinary, without any demonic aura or spiritual aura, and was undoubtedly the fur of ordinary beasts in the mortal world.

Chen Yuan frowned and looked at it carefully for a while. His spiritual sense spread out and swept through the animal skin inch by inch, but found nothing.

But the breath emitted by this roll of animal skin gave him a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After his careful investigation, this roll of animal skin still had no abnormality. There were only two explanations. Either this was really an ordinary roll of animal skin, or the secret hidden in this roll of animal skin was too deep, even he could not see it.

But how could an ordinary roll of animal skin be placed on the street stall by a cultivator of the tenth level of Qi Refining?

Chen Yuan looked at the bearded cultivator and asked, "What is the origin of this roll of animal skin?"

The bearded monk respectfully replied: "Senior, this roll of animal skin was obtained by this junior from a demon cultivator. I don't know its origin, but I accidentally discovered that it is not afraid of water and fire, and is difficult to damage with magic weapons. I want to refine it into a magic weapon." Royal weapon."

"It's just that even the earth fire couldn't damage it at all, so I had no choice but to give it up. It was useless to keep it in my hand, so I took it out and exchanged it for some spiritual stones."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "How much does this cost?"

The bearded monk fell into hesitation. He didn't know what the secret was about this roll of animal skin, but the person in front of him was at least a foundation-building monk. There must be a reason for taking a fancy to this roll of animal skin.

Maybe this roll of animal skin is some kind of treasure, but his cultivation is too low to tell.

Thinking of this, the bearded monk became greedy. This roll of animal skin must not be sold at a low price. He gritted his teeth and said: "For two thousand, no, three thousand low-grade spiritual stones, this roll of animal skin will be sold to the senior." !”

As soon as he said this, the two stall owners next to him were stunned.

Three thousand low-grade spiritual stones can already buy an ordinary mid-grade spiritual weapon.

If you add some spiritual stones, you can even buy a foundation-building pill that Qi Refining monks dream of, and change your fate against the will of heaven.

This roll of animal skin looks ordinary, how dare you offer such a high price?

The two of them looked at the bearded monk, their eyes full of sarcasm, waiting to see his joke.

But to their surprise, Chen Yuan said calmly: "Deal."

He raised his sleeve and flicked it, and thirty middle-grade spiritual stones appeared in front of him, slowly flying towards the bearded monk, flashing with colorful brilliance.

The bearded monk was overjoyed and took the spirit stone, but he instantly regretted it.

This person agreed so easily to the high price of 3,000 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. This roll of animal skin might really be an incredible treasure. Is the price he offered a little low?

But the deal had been reached, and he didn't have the guts to go back on his word in front of a foundation-building monk. He could only watch Chen Yuan put away the animal skins, turn around and leave.

His face was full of regret, and he said respectfully: "Senior, walk slowly."

The two stall owners were even dumbfounded and looked at Chen Yuan blankly.

One of them suddenly greeted warmly: "Senior, junior, there is also a roll of animal skin here, which was peeled off from the second-level demonic beast Wind Chaser Rat. Please take a look at it!"

Chen Yuan smiled, ignored it, and walked slowly back to the courtyard door.

He didn't see the mystery of this roll of animal skin, but a mere thirty pieces of mid-grade spiritual stones were just a drop in the bucket to him. Let's buy it first. Even if this roll of animal skin was really worthless, there would be no loss.

He stood in front of the courtyard door and waited for about a quarter of an hour before Cheng Xianmo walked out of the back door of Baibao Pavilion.

He quickly came to Chen Yuan, with an apologetic expression, he cupped his hands and said, "A regular customer is here. I really can't get away from him, so I kept you Chen Yuan waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Chen is the one who kept Taoist Fellow Cheng waiting for a long time. He should have come to visit fellow Taoist Cheng as early as possible, but he delayed it until today. Please forgive me."

Cheng Xianmo laughed: "Friend Taoist, you are serious. This is not the place to talk. Please come with me."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and the courtyard door opened. He raised his hand to guide them, and the two walked into the courtyard and straight into the main hall, where the host and guest sat down.

Cheng Xianmo took out the tea set from the mustard ring, filled the tea with his own hands, handed it to Chen Yuan, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Chen is here to retrieve those two magic weapons?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Yes, a few years ago, Chen was supposed to come to retrieve the magic weapon. However, when he was in seclusion, he didn't know the passage of time and delayed it for several years. After he came out of seclusion, he immediately came to Fangshi."

Having said this, he took out a thousand high-grade spiritual stones from the mustard ring, piled them on most of the cases, and said with a smile: "I have prepared all the spiritual stones, and I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Cheng to take a look."

Cheng Xianmo swept his consciousness and finished counting the number of spiritual stones, with a smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please wait a moment. I will fetch the two magic weapons right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and left, walking into the back hall.

Chen Yuan picked up the tea cup and sipped slowly. The aroma of tea was fragrant and refreshing, refreshing.

About a quarter of an hour later, Cheng Xianmo walked out of the back hall, sat down opposite Chen Yuan, and said apologetically: "Friend Chen, you have been waiting for a long time. The rules of this pavilion are strict, and all the magic weapons of the guests are locked in the treasure house. They are not to be touched lightly. The procedures for obtaining the treasure were also quite cumbersome, and it took Cheng a lot of effort to take out the two treasures.”

He raised his sleeves and flicked his sleeves, and two magic weapons appeared out of thin air in front of him, which were the repaired Ice Fantasy and Yuan Tao Armor.

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up, he took the two magic weapons into his hands, spread his consciousness, and examined them carefully.

Cheng Xianmo looked at him with a smile, picked up the tea cup and tasted it carefully.

After a long time, Chen Yuan raised his head, clasped his fists and bowed: "Both magic weapons have been restored to their original state. Bing Huan has even gone one step further, and his spirituality has greatly increased. The accomplishments of your master's weapon refining master are really admirable."

Cheng Xianmo put the spirit stone into the mustard seed ring and laughed: "Fellow Taoist Chen, you are complimentary. This ice illusion only has a slightly increased spirituality. To become a high-level magic weapon, you need at least twenty bundles of the spirituality of thousand-year-old ice silk. There is a long way to go, and you still need to collect it from fellow Taoists." Only spiritual materials will do."

Chen Yuan asked: "Does your pavilion have any extra millennium ice silk?"

Cheng Xianmo said: "These five bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk are already more than half of the total inventory of the main pavilion. Although there are still a few bundles left, they need to meet unexpected needs and will not be sold to the public for the time being, unless Daoyou Chen is willing to buy them at double the price."

Chen Yuan could only give up. The market price of a bunch of thousand-year-old ice silk was around one hundred high-grade spiritual stones. Doubling that would be two hundred high-grade spiritual stones. The price was too expensive.

He also needs to collect treasures that can restrain Kun Feng. There is no need to upgrade Bing Huan to a high-level magic weapon for the time being. Let's talk about it later.

Chen Yuan put the two magic weapons into Dantian and asked: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, I have another thing to do here. I wonder if your pavilion has a treasure that can limit teleportation?"

Cheng Xianmo was stunned, and then smiled: "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you going to deal with Yuanying cultivators?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "I encountered a kind of gifted monster. It is not strong, but it can perform teleportation. It is extremely difficult to capture. I came to ask for help from Fellow Daoist Cheng."

Cheng Xianmo was surprised and said: "A monster that can perform teleportation? Fellow Daoist Chen is very lucky."

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

Cheng Xianmo had no intention of asking questions, and said, "It's just that treasures that can restrain teleportation are extremely rare, and this pavilion does not have such treasures."

Chen Yuan frowned and said, "Does your pavilion have a treasure that can burst out with great power in an instant?"

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said, "This pavilion is not short of such treasures. A few days ago, a Taoist friend happened to sell three golden bee stings to this pavilion, which can severely injure a cultivator in the late Jindan period in an instant. I will take them now."

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave, but Chen Yuan raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, Taoist friend Cheng, the treasure I need must be able to threaten a Yuanying cultivator."

Cheng Xianmo's face changed slightly, and he sat down again: "Daoyou, do you really want to deal with a Yuanying cultivator?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Cheng Daoyou, You have misunderstood. The monster has thick skin and flesh, and it is difficult to be hurt by ordinary magic weapons. Only treasures that can threaten Yuanying cultivators can hurt it. "

Cheng Xianmo frowned and said: "It is so strange. This monster may be a wild species... But things that can threaten Yuanying cultivators are extremely precious. This pavilion does not have such treasures. Daoist friends should try their luck at the auction in half a month. "

Chen Yuan sighed lightly: "This is the only way. Thank you for your trouble, Daoist friend Cheng. Chen will take his leave. "

He stood up and bowed. Cheng Xianmo stood up and returned the greeting, smiling: "Daoist Chen, take care. "

Just then, a young cultivator of the tenth level of Qi Refining walked into the main hall, quickly came to Cheng Xianmo's side, and whispered a few words in his ear.

In front of Cheng Xianmo, Chen Yuan did not dare to disperse his spiritual sense at will, and could not hear the young cultivator's voice transmission.

After hearing this, Cheng Xianmo smiled, waved away the young cultivator, and said to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, an old friend of mine is here to visit. As far as I know, he has treasures that can threaten Yuanying cultivators. If you are interested, I can introduce you to one or two." (End of this chapter)