Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Renzhou.

In the Qingkang Mountains, the mountains are majestic and undulating, like a giant dragon winding on the earth.

This mountain range is about thousands of miles long, vast and boundless, with monsters rampant and few people.

Most of the mortals in Jiuxianzhou know the existence of immortal cultivators and monsters, and only dare to hunt wild animals, collect some herbs, and mine mineral veins on the edge of the Qingkang Mountains.

Going deeper, there are only tall primitive forests and ferocious monsters. Even immortal cultivators dare not enter, otherwise how could these monsters have been entrenched in the depths of the mountains?

But in fact, this is just a legend spread by mortals. There are indeed monsters in the Qingkang Mountains, but they have nothing to do with the word ferocious.

The most common monsters in the Qingkang Mountains are level one monsters, and monsters above level two are relatively rare. There are only a few monsters above level five, and they are still shrinking in the depths of the mountains and dare not show up.

The reason why the monsters here can survive until now is entirely because Jiuxianzhou is rich in resources, with numerous spiritual veins and spiritual mines. The demon pills and materials of low-level monsters are not very valuable. Only the disciples of several small sects nearby and the scattered cultivators will go into the mountains to hunt monsters and take pills.

The Jindan cultivators have no interest in these monsters, and they let them go to their own devices to leave a place for their disciples to practice.

Compared to exhausting the pond to catch fish, it is better to keep the water flowing for a long time.

The "kindness" of the Jindan Zhenren allowed the monsters in the Qingkang Mountains to survive, and also provided a treasure land for the scattered cultivators nearby to obtain spiritual stones.

In the vast mountains and forests, a cultivator was like flying catkins, floating past as if his feet did not touch the ground, and his step was several feet away, with a light posture and a chic and elegant manner.

He came to the top of a mountain hundreds of feet high, stopped, closed his eyes slightly, spread his consciousness, and looked solemnly, checking the surrounding situation.

He was tall, with his hair tied up, a resolute face, and thick eyebrows. He looked to be in his twenties, wearing a green shirt and a pair of black boots. He was spotless and heroic.

If Chen Yuan was here, he would know at a glance that this was his beloved disciple Li Qingshan.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan opened his eyes, turned his head suddenly, looked to the left, and said in a deep voice: "I found you!"

His eyes were extremely bright, as sharp as a sword, as if they could penetrate the vast forest and see the deep valley at the foot of the mountain.

With a flash of light, he flew out of the forest and headed straight for the foot of the mountain!

The mountain was short, and in just a moment, Li Qingshan came to the foot of the mountain and fell into a valley.

He raised his hand and flicked the storage bag on his waist, took out a flying sword, and pointed at it: "Fast!"

The flying sword swelled in the wind, turned into a three-foot long, and the cold light was a stream of light, shooting out and flying into a cave deep in the valley.

"Ah!"

A roar that resounded through the valley came from the cave entrance, startling the birds flying all over the sky.

On the mountain wall where the cave was located, gravel and soil kept rolling down, and a beast shadow rushed out and landed in the valley, shaking the earth.

This was a colorful tiger, about ten feet long, about the height of a man, tall and mighty, exuding a faint demonic aura.

But at this moment, the flying swords flew around it, leaving wounds, and blood gushed out, dyeing the original brocade fur dark red, making it look miserable.

The tiger demon saw Li Qingshan hanging in the air at a glance, and his dark eyes burned with anger. His body suddenly swelled by half, and his muscles bulged like rocks. The demonic aura emanating from his body became even stronger. He jumped up and pounced on him.

Li Qingshan looked calm, his figure swayed, and he retreated gracefully, pinching his fingers: "Split!"

The flying sword split into a sword shadow, and the two swords crossed and slashed at the tiger monster at a faster speed. Only two cold lights could be seen interweaving in the air, weaving a large net of cold light and sharp blades.

The tiger monster was wrapped in the middle of the net woven by the flying sword, and countless deep wounds appeared in an instant. The momentum of the forward rush completely dissipated, and it screamed and fell back into the valley.

It used its innate magical power, but unfortunately, this magical power only made its monster body stronger, but it could not touch Li Qingshan.

And in front of the sharp flying sword, no matter how tough the fur is, it can't stop the sword light.

This tiger monster is a third-level monster, but its bloodline is relatively mediocre, and it only masters a kind of innate magical power similar to the burst of blood essence.

After using this innate magical power, the tiger monster's strength will not only increase, but its vitality will also become particularly tenacious.

This advantage has turned into a torture at this moment. After experiencing a torture like slow slicing, it fell to the ground with a bang.

Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief and pointed a point. The split sword shadows slowly dissipated. The flying sword pierced into the tiger monster's body and took out a yellow demon pill.

It seemed easy for him to kill the tiger monster, but every time the flying sword went back and forth, it consumed a lot of true energy. The light splitting and shadowing technique was constantly devouring the true energy. After a battle, his true energy was less than 50%.

These are the only two disadvantages of sword cultivation. They are not durable in long battles. The other disadvantage is that they cannot control other magic weapons. Whether attacking or defending, they can only rely on a flying sword.

But only in this way can the flying sword of the sword cultivator instantly burst out the most brilliant sword light, which makes people terrified.

Once the sword is out, it is either death or injury, and you die or I die.

The tiger demon's fur was already tattered, but Li Qingshan still peeled it off carefully, not leaving out the tiger's tail, bones, paws, and teeth. Even the tiger's blood was collected by him in a low-grade magic jade pot, leaving nothing behind.

The tattered tiger skin can be cut up and used as a raw material for refining talisman paper, which is very popular.

The tiger bones are hard and can be used as spiritual materials to refine low-grade spiritual tools.

Tiger tails and tiger teeth can be refined into magic tools, and tiger paws are a kind of high-quality food material, which is quite popular among some low-level cultivators.

The essence and blood of tiger monsters are all condensed in the monster pill, but ordinary tiger monster blood also contains a faint demonic power, which can be refined into spiritual liquid, used to make talismans, and can also be sold for spiritual stones.

There is no way. The spiritual stones and pills that Chen Yuan left for Li Qingshan have long been consumed. He is actually no different from a casual cultivator. He can only rely on himself to practice. He must be thrifty and not let go of any spiritual stone.

After Chen Yuan left, Li Qingshan followed the instructions of his master and used the Qingkang Mountains as a place to test his sword. In the past seven years, there have been dozens of ghosts of monsters under his sword, and they all exude a faint evil spirit.

Two years ago, he had successfully built his foundation and truly embarked on the road of cultivating immortals. He was no longer the Qi-refining cultivator who could only bury his head in hard practice.

In addition to practicing, Li Qingshan would go into the mountains to hunt monsters, then take the monster pills and monster materials to the market to sell, exchange for pills, and then meditate and practice, day after day, over and over again.

He is worthy of being the son of a hunter. According to the habits of monsters recorded in the monster illustrations, he is good at finding the traces of monsters and can always find monsters.

At the beginning, Li Qingshan killed all monsters, but as his cultivation gradually improved, especially after building the foundation, his strength increased greatly, and he looked down on monsters of the same level.

He is a sword cultivator, and monsters of the same level are not his opponents at all. Three or two swords are a life. Only level 3 monsters can arouse his interest.

He once fought with a level 4 monster, but he could not hold on for a few breaths, so he could only flee for his life with the speed of a sword cultivator.

Level 4 monsters are only one level lower than level 3 monsters, but their strength is very different. The flying sword in his hand is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, which can cut through the fur and scales of level 3 monsters, but it is difficult to hurt level 4 monsters.

After dealing with all this, Li Qingshan performed a fireball spell according to his master's instructions and set the remaining tiger monster corpse on fire.

Sword cultivators focus on breaking all spells with one sword. Although they only practice flying swords, they can still perform basic five-element spells.

But Li Qingshan can't perform stronger spells, and he can't even perform spells of gold and water attributes.

The tiger monster's flesh and blood quickly turned black in the flames. When the tiger monster was alive, the fireball spell couldn't even hurt its fur, but after it died, the demon power dissipated, and it was no different from an ordinary tiger.

Soon, the tiger monster's flesh and blood was about to turn into ashes, and Li Qingshan drove the escape light and flew out of the valley.

But at this moment, a clear voice sounded: "Daoyou, please stay!"

Li Qingshan paused, turned his head and looked, a light flew from a distance and stopped ten feet in front of him.

The light of escape disappeared, revealing a young scholar with a handsome face. He held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently. He had a very chic temperament and was full of spiritual energy. He had the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building.

He glanced at the flesh and blood of the tiger monster that was about to be burned to ashes in the valley, and then looked at Li Qingshan, looking him up and down, and casually bowed his hands: "Fellow Daoist, you have great skills to kill a third-level tiger monster. I am Feng Yongyan, a disciple of Bailu Academy. I wonder where your master is?"

Li Qingshan looked at the young scholar with a vigilant look.

This person's cultivation was one level higher than his, and his sudden appearance inevitably made him wary.

"I am just a casual cultivator. I was lucky enough to kill this tiger monster. I have something important to do, so I'll leave now." Li Qingshan didn't want to get entangled with this person, so he bowed his hands and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist." The young scholar said with a smile, "I am quite interested in the third-level demon pill in your hand. I wonder if you can give it up?"

Li Qingshan turned around and said in a deep voice, "How many spirit stones can you offer?"

The smile on the young scholar's face became even stronger: "Fellow Daoist, you have worked hard, and I can't let you suffer a loss. How about this, ten low-grade spirit stones?"

Li Qingshan heard this and his face sank: "Are you kidding me on purpose?"

The third-level demon pill is very valuable, and the third-level demon pill of the tiger demon is even rarer. It can be sold for at least 200 low-grade spirit stones.

The young scholar laughed and showed a hint of pride on his handsome face: "Don't you want to sell it? Fellow Daoist, you have to think clearly. My cultivation is higher than yours, and I am a disciple of the White Deer Academy. Do you want to offend the White Deer Academy?"

Li Qingshan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He looked up and down at the young scholar, as if he saw something rare and precious.

It was the first time he met such a stupid and arrogant person.

Feng Yongyan felt that he had already controlled Li Qingshan, and said with a smile: "Daoyou should sell me the Tiger Demon Pill obediently, otherwise, if we fight, Daoyou won't even get ten low-grade spirit stones."

Li Qingshan couldn't bear to talk nonsense with him anymore, flicked his storage bag, summoned his flying sword, and said coldly: "If you die in this deep mountain, can the White Deer Academy avenge you?" (End of this chapter)