Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The stalls in the ghost market are wooden tables half a person's height, placed on the street. The stall owner sits behind the table, waiting for the passing monks to ask the price.

Behind the stall where Chen Yuan stopped, there was a short male cultivator sitting in a yellow shirt. He wore a hat with black gauze hanging down, covering his face, and only a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen.

He restrained his aura, but he couldn't hide it from Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness. He was a monk in the middle stage of pill formation.

Chen Yuan's voice was very low, with a hint of coldness. The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then he replied: "Fellow Taoist, are you interested in this feather fan? This treasure is considered a fine product among low-level magic weapons, and it can summon a Only a level 6 snow sculpture spirit is needed to help, and only 300 high-grade spiritual stones are needed.”

Chen Yuan was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out the magic weapon on the table. The stall owner did not stop him. No one dared to act recklessly in the ghost market.

This is a light blue feather fan, with seven thick feathers braided together. The blue is white, and a faint snow sculpture is printed on the fan, but people can see it clearly. The divine horse is unusual, a pair of The eyes were shining with sharp light, as if they would fly out of the fan at any time.

The stall owner is right. This blue feather fan has rich aura and pure Qi. It is a rare and exquisite low-level magic weapon, comparable to the Feiyun Sword that has been sold by Chen Yuan.

But this was not enough for Chen Yuan to stop. The reason for his stopping was another reason. He got this blue feather fan from Old Ghost Ji and gave it to Jing Shuhan.

He never thought that he would see this magic weapon on a stall in the ghost market.

Chen Yuan's face hidden under the mask was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were slightly lowered. He looked at the feather fan in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes that were covered by the complicated gold silk patterns.

"I wonder where you got this magic weapon?" His tone was as calm as ever.

"I apologize for not telling you. If you don't want this feather fan, please put it down." The stall owner's voice became colder, and there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes under the black gauze.

The ghost market is full of things that come from shady sources and are difficult to sell, otherwise no one would pay a large amount of spiritual stones to Tianji Sect and rent a stall.

He will not tell anyone the origin of the magic weapon. Who knows if Chen Yuan is here to seek revenge?

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Fellow Taoist, I have misunderstood. I have no other intention. I just want to know who cannot reveal this treasure in front of others."

"Fellow Taoist, you only need to tell me which monk of the sect you got this treasure from. This shouldn't put you in trouble, right?"

The stall owner was silent for a while, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes under the black veil.

"Fellow Taoist, it's best not to use this feather fan in front of the Tianji Sect monks." He lowered his voice.

Chen Yuan's heart sank, but his face remained calm, and he said regretfully: "It turns out to be the magic weapon of my fellow senior sister. I bought it from you. It can easily cause trouble. It seems that it can only be fate."

As he spoke, he gently put the feather fan back on the table and looked at the stall owner's eyes hidden under the black veil.

The stall owner blinked, with a look of confusion in his eyes, but he immediately calmed down all his emotions and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, walk slowly."

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left the stall.

He was worried that the stall owner had killed Jing Shuhan and snatched it from her.

But when he mentioned the word "senior sister", the stall owner had no reaction. It seemed that the previous owner of this magic weapon was not Jing Shuhan.

But, did this feather fan escape from Jing Shuhan’s hands?

Chen Yuan's thoughts were flowing, his figure suddenly turned and he walked towards the depths of the ghost market.

The deeper you go, the more prosperous the ghost market becomes.

Chen Yuan quickened his pace and walked for a quarter of an hour before stopping in front of a four-story attic.

The top of this attic is close to the "sky" of the ghost market. The entire building is black, the same color as the sky and earth of the ghost market. The street side is illuminated by bright candlelight on the roadside, and the back is hidden in thick darkness. , the three characters "Tingfeng Tower" are written on the plaque.

The door of this Tingfeng Tower was open, but there were only a few people outside, and it was dark inside.

Chen Yuan stepped in. The first floor was empty, with dim oil lamps lit in the corners. There was only one counter. Behind him stood a monk, wearing an evil ghost mask. He had no Qi and only had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building. .

Seeing Chen Yuan walk in, he said solemnly: "Is this fellow Taoist here to buy information?"

"Can you make the decision regarding the news that I want to buy a pill-forming monk?" Chen Yuan said lightly. If he no longer concealed his cultivation, the pressure of the late-stage pill-forming monk slowly dissipated.

There was a hint of respect in the calm voice of the foundation-building monk: "Senior, please follow me."

He raised his hand in vain, turned around and walked towards the stairs, Chen Yuan followed him step by step.

Tingfeng Tower is a place in the ghost market that specializes in selling secret information about major sects and families. It has a very good reputation in the ghost market. No one knows who is behind it. Maybe it is Zhenhai Sect, maybe Tianji Sect, maybe It's the Righteous Alliance.

In short, it is one of the three major sects, because many of the news spread from Tingfeng Tower are secrets that only the three major sects know.

Only in the ghost market can the existence of Tingfeng Tower be accommodated.

Chen Yuan followed the foundation-building monk up to the third floor and came to a quiet room.

A monk who also wore an evil ghost mask was sitting in the quiet room. His energy was clearly visible and he had the cultivation level of the early stage of pill formation.

The foundation-building monk stood quietly beside the pill-forming monk, but Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness heard that he was secretly transmitting a message, announcing that there was business coming to his door.

The pill-forming monk nodded, and the foundation-building monk turned around and walked out of the quiet room, closing the door.

"Excuse me, which Jindan cultivator do you want to buy information about?" The Jindan cultivator extended his hand to signal Chen Yuan to sit down, and got straight to the point.

Chen Yuan lifted his lapel, sat opposite the Jindan cultivator, and said lightly: "Female cultivator of Tianji Sect, respectfully speaking, Shu Han."

"What is the cultivation level of this person?"

"Middle Jindan."

"What level of information do you need? Do you need to know this person's cultivation method, the magic weapon he uses, his relationships with others, and his recent whereabouts?"

"Just confirm this person's current situation."

"Fifty high-grade spirit stones, a deposit of twenty-five high-grade spirit stones, regardless of success or failure, the deposit will not be refunded."

The two asked and answered each other, indifferently, and soon settled the matter.

Chen Yuan raised his sleeves and flicked, and a small pile of spirit stones appeared on the table out of thin air.

He had almost used up all the spirit stones on him, but he could still take out a mere twenty-five high-grade spirit stones.

He was not worried that the Jindan cultivator would take the money but not do the job. Tingfeng Tower had a very good reputation, and except for a few secrets, they could find out everything.

The Jindan cultivator accepted the spirit stone and said calmly: "Please come to Tingfeng Tower at this time tomorrow. I will tell you the news about this person in person."

After the words fell, the door slowly opened.

Chen Yuan nodded, stood up and walked out of the quiet room.

The foundation-building cultivator was waiting outside the door, leading Chen Yuan down to the first floor and escorting him out of Tingfeng Tower.

Chen Yuan left the ghost market and returned to the cave he rented. He meditated all night and came to Tingfeng Tower on time the next day.

It was still a cultivator wearing an evil ghost mask who led him to the quiet room on the third floor, but it was unknown whether it was the same person yesterday.

The Jindan cultivator went straight to the point: "The news about Jing Shuhan has been clearly inquired. Please take a look."

After saying that, he raised his sleeves and flicked them, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air on the table.

Chen Yuan's heart was slightly lifted, and he raised his hand to take the jade slip into his hand, and his spiritual consciousness probed into it.

After a moment, he withdrew his consciousness, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes hidden under the golden thread decoration.

Jing Shuhan was safe and sound, and she was still in Tianji Sect and became a true disciple. The death of Ji Laogui did not seem to have any impact on her.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, put away the jade slip, took out the remaining 25 spirit stones from the mustard ring, put them on the table, stood up and walked out of the quiet room.

The Jindan cultivator wearing the evil ghost mask put away the spirit stones and said nothing.

After Chen Yuan left the Tingfeng Tower, his consciousness was concentrated ten feet around him, paying special attention to the movements behind him.

Tianji Sect claimed that it would not interfere in the affairs of the Ghost Market, but this was on Tianji Island after all, and he was trying to find out the news of the Tianji Sect cultivators, so he couldn't help but worry that Tianji Sect would interfere.

Chen Yuan walked around the Ghost Market for a few times, and made sure that no one was following him before leaving the Ghost Market.

There are many entrances and exits to the ghost market, and no one knows how many there are. The place where Chen Yuan came out is a secluded place in the northeast corner of Tianji Island.

He walked out of the underground passage, and the sun was shining brightly, shining on his body, and he felt warm.

Chen Yuan quickly left this place, walked out of the market, and flew to the south of Tianji Island.

The market is in the north of Tianji Island, and to the south is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles. It is the location of the mountain gate of Tianji Gate. It is very majestic, but it is surrounded by clouds and mist, and it is difficult for outsiders to peek.

Chen Yuan came to the foot of the mountain, dropped the escape light, and walked into a loft with the words "Yingbin Pavilion" written on it.

A young Qi-refining cultivator came up to him. Before he could speak, Chen Yuan showed his aura and said lightly: "Take me to see the head of your pavilion."

The Qi-refining female cultivator did not dare to neglect it and led Chen Yuan to a middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator's aura was not obvious, but after Chen Yuan broke through the bottleneck of the late stage, his spiritual awareness increased greatly, and he saw that this person was a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the gold silk mask on Chen Yuan's face and frowned slightly, but Chen Yuan's late Jindan cultivation was undoubtedly revealed. He did not dare to neglect it and bowed his hands and saluted: "I am Mao Yirong, the head of the Welcoming Pavilion. Are you here to visit friends in our sect?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Yes, please give this thing to your sect's Jing Shuhan Jing Daoist, and say that an old friend is visiting."

As he said that, he took out a wooden box with a soul-sealing talisman from the mustard seed ring and handed it to the middle-aged cultivator.

When the middle-aged cultivator heard Jing Shuhan's name, his expression became more serious. He took the wooden box with both hands and said solemnly: "Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoist. Mao will send someone to deliver this item to Junior Sister Jing."

Chen Yuan bowed and said: "Thank you."

The middle-aged cultivator immediately called a foundation-building cultivator and handed the wooden box to him in front of Chen Yuan, asking him to deliver it to Jing Shuhan. Then he called a Qi-refining cultivator and asked Chen Yuan to rest in the courtyard.

Behind the welcoming pavilion, there are several hills dozens of feet high, with beautiful flowers and grass, gurgling springs, and more than a dozen courtyards scattered in an orderly manner, quiet and elegant, specially for cultivators who come to visit friends in Tianjimen to rest and wait.

Although Tianjimen is called the Demon Sect, it is also a school of immortals. Compared with the righteous sects, it only has different cultivation methods.

Led by the Qi-refining cultivator, Chen Yuan came to a courtyard, entered the main hall, and waited patiently.

He came directly to see Jing Shuhan, taking a big risk. If Jing Shuhan revealed it to Tianjimen, he would be dead in an instant.

But he knew that Jing Shuhan would not do that.

He didn't know how Jing Shuhan could stay in Tianjimen safely after attacking Ji Laogui, but if Tianjimen knew that she had betrayed her master and ancestors, she would definitely die.

And more importantly, he believed that Jing Shuhan's feelings for him had not dissipated. (End of this chapter)