Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chongde Market is the most prosperous place in the city. Chen Yuan found a guide who was in the late stage of Qi Refining and walked around the market. Only then did he have a general understanding of the many shops in the market.

Then he went to the Baibao Pavilion in the center of the market to visit Cheng Xianmo.

The land here is very expensive. Baibao Pavilion only built an elegant three-story building, which even looked a little small.

But when Chen Yuan stepped through the gate, he keenly felt that there was a sense of emptiness and confusion.

After entering the door, there was indeed a different world inside, covering an area of ​​several acres. This attic obviously applied spatial magic.

The Baibao Pavilion in Chongde Market is the main pavilion. It not only sells magic weapons, but also sells talismans, elixirs, spiritual herbs and materials. It has everything, and all of them are fine products, worthy of the name of Baibao.

The first floor was crowded with people. 90% of the guests were foundation-building cultivators. Only a very small number of Qi Refining Tenth Level cultivators also came to buy spiritual weapons, talismans and other things.

There are no magic tools for sale here, and ordinary Qi-refining cultivators are not qualified to come here.

A Qi-refining female cultivator who was receiving guests came up to greet him. After Chen Yuan showed his cultivation as a Jindan cultivator, her attitude immediately became respectful. She led him to the third floor and met Cheng Xianmo who was sitting in a quiet room.

Cheng Xianmo was quite surprised: "When did Fellow Daoist Chen come to Chongde Market?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "I just arrived today and wanted to visit Fellow Daoist Zhang, but unfortunately Fellow Daoist Zhang has not returned yet, so I can only wait in the city."

Cheng Xianmo did not show his aura, but Chen Yuan's consciousness was so powerful that he could easily see his cultivation.

Decades have passed, and Cheng Xianmo's cultivation has not improved much, and there is still a long way to go before the false infant realm.

To improve the cultivation to the false elixir and false infant realm, one must not only accumulate true essence, but also constantly remove the dross and keep the essence, so that the true essence in the body is pure enough.

Chen Yuan refined the blood of the true spirit, so he didn't have to worry about whether the true essence was pure.

But for ordinary cultivators, this is a very time-consuming and slow process.

Cheng Xianmo said with some regret: "Zhang Daoyou has been traveling for several months, looking for spiritual objects for the Nascent Soul Formation. Before leaving, he bought a few talismans from me. I don't know when he will be back."

Then the two chatted, talking about their experiences after the last Fanyang auction, and exchanged their cultivation experiences. Cheng Xianmo introduced the Chongde Market to Chen Yuan in detail, and they had a good chat.

It was not until a female cultivator of Qi Refining reported to Cheng Xianmo that a cultivator in the late stage of Dan Jin came to buy magic weapons that Chen Yuan got up and said goodbye.

After he walked out of the Treasure Pavilion, he went to several shops that specialized in selling elixirs and spiritual herbs with excellent reputations according to what Cheng Xianmo said just now. He spent thirty high-quality spiritual stones and bought more than a dozen recipes for Nascent Soul elixirs, from the early stage to the late stage, and a spiritual herb illustration.

He got seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs from Ji Laogui, Qi Lang, and Lu Gui, but he could only recognize three of them, and he didn't have the recipe.

The recipe of Yuanying stage elixir is not valuable, and thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are rare. It is even more difficult to get a furnace of elixir. Many spiritual herbs have become extinct. Even if you know the recipe, you can't make elixir.

Chongde Market is worthy of being the first market in Renzhou. The spiritual herb atlas is comprehensive and detailed, far exceeding the spiritual herb atlas of Yuqinghai.

But the price is also quite expensive, requiring ten high-quality spiritual stones, which is more expensive than several Yuanying stage elixir recipes combined.

According to the records in the spiritual herb atlas, Chen Yuan finally recognized all seven thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. In addition to the two Qingxuan Xiling flowers he got from the Wentian Secret Realm, he has a total of nine thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

What's surprising is that three of the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs can make up a furnace of elixir, but they are not Yuanying middle-stage elixir, which is extremely difficult to refine.

Chen Yuan bought all the recipes for the elixirs that used several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs as the main ingredients. As long as he could gather the eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and form a Nascent Soul, he could start refining the elixir.

The Nascent Soul early stage elixir used thousand-year-old spiritual herbs as the main ingredients and eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs as the auxiliary ingredients. It was relatively easy to gather them. Chen Yuan saw them in the shops that sold spiritual herbs and elixirs.

But he lacked high-quality spiritual stones and was not in a hurry to buy them.

The pure spiritual energy of the giant spiritual veins could shorten the time for the eight-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs to mature. Haoran Sect would sell some of them to the outside world. Chongde Market could be said to be the place with the most high-level spiritual herbs in Renzhou.

But the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs could not be ripened even by the giant spiritual veins, and could only grow little by little.

There were many Nascent Soul cultivators in Haoran Sect, and there were too many monks and too little porridge, so they would not sell them to the outside world at all.

Only at the Chongde auction or the Nascent Soul cultivators' trade fair would the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs appear.

After this round of shopping, Chen Yuan completely realized how precious the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in his hand were, and he did not dare to show any of them.

Although there are many Yuanying cultivators in Renzhou, there is no treasure land like Jueling Island. The difficulty of obtaining thousand-year-old spiritual herbs is higher than that of Yuqinghai cultivators.

For the next month, Chen Yuan strolled in the market every day. Every few days, he would go to meet Cheng Xianmo, and he would not forget to change his mask and dress frequently to avoid attracting attention.

As the saying goes, abundance cannot last long. In the past thirty years, Chen Yuan has either been refining pills in the cave, practicing hard in seclusion, or refining Kunpeng's true blood. He meditated all day long, and his mind was dry and lonely, which was not conducive to cultivation.

Now he has re-entered the world of immortal cultivation, surrounded by many cultivators, with a bustling crowd, but there is no sense of noise and noise. Instead, his mind has become much more lively and refreshing, which is in line with the way of yin and yang harmony.

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Chen Yuan visited all the prosperous places in Chongde City, saw many spiritual herbs and materials from Jiuxianzhou, and many strange treasures from other states, which broadened his horizons and increased his knowledge.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Cultivators pay attention to traveling, which is to find opportunities to break through the realm while feeling the nature of the world and the world.

Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator, and he has also practiced the supreme method of "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" that directly points to the Great Dao. With the jade treasure, he only needs to strengthen his body and refine his true blood to improve his cultivation and break through the bottleneck without being troubled by this, but he has also lost a lot of experience.

In the past, he only knew to bury his head in hard work and improve his cultivation. He has never been like this today. He has already refined the second kind of true blood and is just waiting to form a baby. He is relaxed and does not have to worry about improving his cultivation.

One day, he came to the western part of Chongde Market. The shops here are a little shabby compared to other places, and there are mostly stalls set up by Qi-refining cultivators on the roadside. It is messy and noisy, but it has a vitality that is not found in the prosperous market.

It is like the weeds growing in the cracks of the stone, dry and dull, but tough and tenacious, forming a world of its own.

In the south of Chongde City is Chongde Academy, in the east are the three-level caves of Heaven, Earth and Xuan, where a large number of foundation-building and elixir-forming cultivators live, and in the north are the Four-sided Pavilion and the residences of the Haoran Sect cultivators stationed in Chongde City.

Therefore, the market near these three places is also the most prosperous. Only in the west of Chongde City is the most common yellow-level cave, where the rent is only thirty low-grade spirit stones a year, so it has become a place where Qi-refining cultivators live, the most messy, and the only place where cultivators set up stalls.

Not all Qi-refining cultivators are willing to cultivate spiritual herbs and mine spirit stones. There are many people with firm Taoism who have tried their best to save up a sum of spirit stones, buy a rough inheritance of making talismans, refining pills, and refining tools, and learn the hundred arts of cultivation.

Many people failed, but there are still many who succeeded.

They can't afford to buy a shop, so they set up stalls on the roadside and sell the talismans, instruments, and pills they have refined in exchange for spirit stones for cultivation.

At first, these stalls were formed spontaneously, and they did not need to pay rent to Chongde Market, and Haoran Sect was too lazy to pay attention.

But as more and more monks set up stalls and conflicts increased, Haoran Sect could no longer ignore it, so it set a threshold and charged each monk who set up a stall a monthly rent of ten low-grade spirit stones.

Today, there are thousands of stalls scattered in the western part of Chongde Market, most of which are Qi-refining monks selling low-level spirit herbs, magic talismans, magic tools, and pills.

But there are also many poor foundation-building monks who rent stalls and sell various treasures such as monster materials, monster pills, spirit herbs, spirit tools, etc., all of which are all-encompassing.

In the past half month, Chen Yuan has come here many times to wander around, and saw many strange things. He also bought several three-hundred-year-old spirit herbs from several foundation-building monks, which can be used as auxiliary medicines for refining the eighth-level monster Yuandan.

He wore a silver mask on his face, covering the upper half of his face, and the white shirt he liked to wear was replaced with an inconspicuous gray long gown.

Walking slowly in the middle of the street, Chen Yuan's consciousness swept over the things sold on the roadside stalls, and a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

The chaotic yet orderly scene in front of him reminded him of the scene of setting up a stall on the street to sell Qi-refining pills when he first arrived at Huanyue Market.

The top-grade magic tools and top-grade magic talismans that were priceless to him in the past were casually placed on the tables on the street. The stall owner of the tenth level of Qi-refining loudly solicited customers, just like the peddlers in the mortal world.

And now he also looked down on these "treasures", and kept walking forward, looking for something useful to him.

The things that can appear in these stalls are at most useful to foundation-building cultivators. If Chen Yuan wants to buy, he can find Cheng Xianmo and say a word, and there is no need to waste time here.

But wandering between the stalls is a kind of fun, a kind of adjustment of the state of mind.

He walked past hundreds of stalls until the sun set, but still had no harvest.

Seeing that he would return empty-handed again today, Chen Yuan was not discouraged, still smiling and looking relaxed.

He turned a corner, but had to slow down his pace.

Next to a stall in front, more than a dozen cultivators formed a circle, blocking most of the road.

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and his spiritual sense extended, and he saw the scene in the crowd.

A young Confucian scholar in the early stage of foundation building, holding a broken stele about a foot long in his hand, had an argument with a middle-aged cultivator behind a stall.

"The material of my broken stele is very hard, even a top-grade spiritual weapon can hardly damage it. It must be a rare mid-grade spiritual material. The price of ten mid-grade spiritual stones is very fair. How can I return it?" The middle-aged cultivator sneered, his face full of disdain.

The young scholar was furious and shouted, "I bought this broken stele yesterday and went to a weapon refining shop to ask a weapon refining master to use this broken stele as the main material to refine a defensive spiritual weapon."

"But this broken stele cannot be melted under the true fire of the weapon refining array, and it cannot be used to refine weapons at all. You must return the fifty medium-grade spiritual stones to me today!"

"Daoyou, this is unreasonable. Even the true fire of the weapon refining array cannot melt it at all. Doesn't it prove that this broken stele is a rare treasure? I sold it to you for only ten spiritual stones. It's still a big profit for you." The middle-aged cultivator said lazily, unmoved at all.

"The weapon refining master said that this broken stele is extremely hard and has no spiritual energy. It can't be used to refine weapons at all. The inscription on the stele is also a ghost painting. It is useless. You are a profiteer and must return the money!" The young scholar's aura was surging all over his body, and he was obviously furious.

The middle-aged cultivator was not afraid at all. Instead, he took a step forward and sneered, "Why, fellow Taoist, do you want to fight?"

"You..." The young scholar blushed, and he sacrificed a flying sword, with spiritual light surging and exuding a majestic and righteous spirit, but he didn't dare to let go.

This middle-aged cultivator was also in the early stage of foundation building. The two of them had similar cultivation levels. If they fought, he might not have the upper hand.

Moreover, Haoran Sect's control over Chongde City was extremely strict, and it was strictly forbidden for cultivators in the city to fight. Violators would be severely punished and have to pay a large amount of spiritual stones. He didn't dare to challenge the rules of Haoran Sect.

The middle-aged cultivator sneered: "Since fellow Taoist doesn't dare to do it, you should leave quickly and don't interfere with my business."

The monks watching nearby were talking about whether the two would fight, with a playful look on their faces.

The young scholar looked around, barely calmed down, took a deep breath, retracted the flying sword, put the broken stele about a foot long into the storage bag, snorted heavily, and turned away.

The middle-aged monk bowed in all directions, smiling: "Fellow Taoists, please go away."

The crowd dispersed one after another, and the young monk turned back and glared at him fiercely, but said nothing.

He turned around several streets quickly, shook off all the monks who had just watched, and finally a trace of frustration appeared on his face.

He heard that monks often picked up bargains at the stalls in the west of the market, and could buy a medium-grade spiritual material at the price of a few low-grade spiritual stones.

He was tempted, and was very confident in his vision. He wandered around the west of the market for several days and finally picked this broken stele.

The middle-aged monk demonstrated it on the spot, and the top-grade spiritual weapon could not leave any trace on this broken stele.

The young scholar was very excited, thinking that he had picked up a top-grade medium-grade spiritual material, but he didn't expect to be cheated and spent ten medium-grade spiritual stones in vain.

Ten medium-grade spiritual stones, plus five more, can buy an ordinary low-grade spiritual weapon, which is not a small amount for him.

He no longer believed in the saying of picking up bargains. In the future, he would rather spend more money to buy spiritual materials in the shops opened by the sects and families, and would not buy things in the stalls in the western part of the market.

They are all a bunch of profiteers!

The young scholar thought indignantly, his feet became faster and faster, and he turned two streets and came to a secluded place.

"Daoyou, please stay." Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in the ears of the young scholar.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked back, only to see a monk wearing a mask and a gray shirt standing behind him at some point, and a smile appeared on the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask.

He was puzzled and bowed: "Daoyou, what do you think?"

Even though there was still anger in his heart, he still did not lose his courtesy.

The masked monk returned the greeting and smiled: "I am quite interested in the broken stele in Daoyou's hand, and please name a price." (End of this chapter)