Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed: "That's right. I am a casual cultivator and have no other friendly sects or families. If I want to form a baby, I can only borrow the spirit vein of Haoran Sect. I hope that senior will help me. I will be grateful."

He carefully looked at Chen Yuan for a while, and slowly said: "Your aura is pure and upright, and it can be seen that your true essence is pure and rich. It must have taken a lot of effort to polish it carefully and remove the dross and keep the essence."

"You are also a physical cultivator, and your physical body is strong. You naturally have some advantages when you cross the tribulation, and the probability of forming a baby is not low."

"But you have offended Yan Tongchun, and Gu Shaowen is not on good terms with me. If I guarantee you again, he will definitely interfere."

"May I ask senior, can Elder Gu directly ask the elders to reject your proposal and not lend the spirit vein to me?" Chen Yuan asked.

Mr. Qingliu shook his head slightly: "If you just take out the spirit stone or some other treasure, he might be able to do it."

"But you are willing to take out the thousand-year-old thunder cloud. There are only a few of this kind of spiritual herb in the sect, and it cannot be moved lightly. It must be reserved for the alchemy masters, weapon masters, formation masters, etc. who are extremely talented but cannot rely on their own strength to survive the disaster."

"In this way, this thousand-year-old thunder cloud is extremely precious, and the elders in the sect will definitely not directly reject it."

"But his cultivation is higher than mine after all, and his status is also a little higher. It is very likely that he can persuade the elders to assign you a very difficult task. If you can't complete it, you naturally can't borrow the spiritual vein."

"Then the elders don't want the thousand-year-old thunder cloud?" Chen Yuan frowned.

Qingliu Jushi said in a deep voice: "The key point is here. If you take out the thousand-year-old thunder calamus, no matter whether you can successfully borrow the spiritual vein in the end, you can't keep this thousand-year-old thunder calamus."

"Of course, I will guarantee you. They will not rob you openly. They will take out spiritual stones and elixirs and exchange them with you."

"But if you insist on not exchanging, even I can't protect you. You should think carefully about whether to take out this thousand-year-old thunder calamus."

Chen Yuan looked solemn and bowed: "Thank you for your advice, but in order to win a chance to form a baby Yes, whether it succeeds or not, I am willing to give up this thousand-year-old thunder calamus. "

"And I am also confident that no matter what task the elders give me, I will definitely complete it. "

Qingliu Jushi smiled and said, "Since you have made up your mind, there is no reason for me to refuse."

"Take out the thousand-year-old thunder calamus. I will guarantee this matter for you. I will ask the elders in the sect to discuss it tomorrow."

Chen Yuan was overjoyed and took out the wooden box containing the thousand-year-old thunder calamus without hesitation and presented it to Qingliu Jushi with both hands.

Qingliu Jushi did not open it to check, but directly put the wooden box away.

Chen Yuan's expression finally relaxed, and the biggest obstacle to forming a baby finally showed a little loosening.

"I heard that you are wanted by the two major sects of Yuqing Sea and the three royal families of Wan Yao Sea. Is that true or not?" Qingliu Jushi asked.

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "I offended the Yuntian Patriarch of Tianji Sect and Ji Laogui of Tianji Sect in Jueling Island. As for why the three royal families of Wan Yaohai wanted me, I don't know."

He was not surprised by this. He had told Zhang Wushan about offending the Yuanying cultivator before. It was common sense that Qingliu Layman knew about this.

Qingliu Layman warned, "This matter must not be leaked. If Gu Shaowen knew about it, he would definitely make a fuss about it."

Chen Yuan said seriously, "I understand that in Renzhou, except for the senior and Brother Zhang, no third person knows that I am from Yuqing Sea."

He was cautious by nature and always claimed to be a Hengzhou cultivator.

If Zhang Wushan was not a disciple of Qingliu Layman, and he urgently needed the Tianlei Talisman to deal with Kunfeng, he would never tell the truth about this matter.

Qingliu Layman stroked his beard and smiled: "It's good that you have a sense of propriety, young friend. You can go back first. The matter of lending out spiritual veins cannot be decided in a short time. After the result comes out, I will let Wushan inform you."

Chen Yuan stood up and bowed deeply: "I'm grateful for the trouble you have to run around for me."

Zhang Wushan also stood up and bowed: "Master, I will send Brother Chen out of the sect now."

Qingliu Layman nodded slightly, and the two turned around and left. After walking out of the willow forest, they drove the escape light and flew away from the valley.

In the gate of Haoran Sect, the flying speed of the two was not too fast, comparable to that of foundation-building cultivators.

Zhang Wushan comforted him, "Brother Chen, don't worry. As long as the cultivators from other sects have the strength of true disciples of our sect, they can usually complete the task. It is no problem for Brother Chen to defeat Yan Tongchun."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhang. Do you know what tasks people who used to borrow spiritual veins to form infants have to complete?"

Zhang Wushan said, "After receiving Brother Chen's instructions, I asked around in the sect. It was mainly because some cultivators of our sect were not convenient to come forward, and they were involved in the affairs of the sects in other states, or they were extremely troublesome and unresolved."

"For example, the infant six years ago The failed Taikang Zhenren spent more than 20 years traveling through several states and killed a late Jindan cultivator on the wanted list of our sect before he finally borrowed the spiritual vein, but unfortunately he failed to successfully form a baby. "

Chen Yuan frowned: "In this case, Elder Gu is very likely to assign me this kind of task to make me give up when I know it is difficult."

Zhang Wushan nodded: "Yes, this kind of task is extremely difficult and very time-consuming."

"But whether it is chasing criminals and rebels, or seeking natural treasures, our sect will support you and will not let you find a needle in a haystack."

"Besides, Brother Chen has a long life span, so it doesn't matter if it takes a little longer."

"That's the only way." Chen Yuan's brows relaxed and he regained his calm.

No matter how long it takes, it can't stop him from forming a baby.

He followed Zhang Wushan, passed through the magnificent protective formation of the Haoran Sect, left the fairyland-like Chongde Mountains, returned to his residence in Chongde City, and waited patiently.

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Yuqing Sea.

In a secluded sea area thousands of miles away from Tianji Island, three figures were suspended above the nine heavens, bathing in the fierce gale, but like a breeze blowing on their faces, their bodies did not move at all.

Two of them were burly and strong, and the leader had a calm expression. He wore a black scarf on his head, tied up his long hair, and his clothes were extremely simple, which was actually the style popular in the world of immortal cultivation thousands of years ago.

Half a step behind this person, stood a bald strong man with a rough appearance, a full beard, and short and thick eyebrows.

He clenched his fists, frowned, and looked anxious. He was the transformed demon king of the Kunyu clan, Kunfeng's father, Kuntong.

The person in front of Kuntong was the clan leader of the Kunyu clan and the only tenth-level demon king of the Kunyu clan, Kunyang.

The Kunyu clan has a long life span, which is ten times that of the cultivators of the same level.

Kunyang has lived for more than 8,000 years and is the demon king with the longest life span in the Ten Thousand Demon Sea, even longer than the clan leaders of the Jiaolong clan and the Golden Feathered Eagle clan.

Opposite the two was a young cultivator with a handsome face and black hair draped over his shoulders.

He wore a gray Taoist robe embroidered with hideous skulls of wronged souls, densely stacked together. If a low-level cultivator took a look at it, his soul would collapse and die immediately.

The young cultivator closed his eyes, pinched his right hand, and pointed his left hand at a bronze mirror suspended in front of him.

This bronze mirror was about one foot in size, with extremely rough patterns on the back. The mirror was facing the young monk, and Kun Tong and the others could not see it.

Above the bronze mirror, there was a black bowl, which was tilted slightly at this moment. A stream of extremely rich blood poured out of the bowl, wrapping the bronze mirror completely, emitting a dazzling blood-red light.

The blood flowing out of the bowl seemed endless, and it lasted for seven days and seven nights before it all poured out.

The young monk suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were pitch black, staring at the mirror of the bronze mirror.

A powerful pressure spread out, and all the strong winds within ten thousand feet disappeared.

After a while, the pupils of the young Taoist quietly returned to normal, a few strands of silver threads quietly appeared in his black hair, and a few fine wrinkles appeared on his face.

His face did not change much, but he seemed to have aged in an instant.

He put away the bronze mirror and said weakly: "The person that Daoist Kun is looking for is named Chen Yuan. His cultivation should be below the Nascent Soul stage. He should be in Renzhou at this time."

Kun Tong's face changed, and his face was full of disbelief.

Kun Yang clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you Daoist Tianji."

The young Taoist said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm just repaying Daoist Kun's favor. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Goodbye."

He bowed his hands, turned around and fled. The powerful pressure emanating from his body suddenly disappeared, and the strong wind within a radius of ten thousand feet raged again on the nine heavens.

The young Taoist fled very fast, and soon his figure disappeared in the sky.

"Chen Yuan, you are so brave!" Kun Tong gritted his teeth and said.

Kun Yang frowned and said: "Do you know this person?"

Kun Tong's face became even gloomier, and he immediately told the story of Kun Feng and Chen Yuan fighting in Jueling Island.

"...The white flame in this person's hand can burn the soul, which is very strange. I don't know how, but he has provoked Zhenhai Sect and Tianji Sect, and was wanted by the two sects, but he has been missing for a long time. It turns out that he ran to Renzhou!" Kuntong's voice was full of hatred.

"White flame..." Kunyang muttered to himself, with a thoughtful look on his face.

He went out to travel ninety years ago, looking for the opportunity to transform into a god. A few months ago, he just returned to the Wan Yao Sea and didn't know about Chen Yuan.

Kunfeng clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your help, clan leader. I will go to Renzhou now to avenge Feng'er. I beg the clan leader to give me the Yin-Yang Ring. I am willing to offer Lengfeng Island to the clan to offset it."

Kunyang frowned and said: "Think about it, Jiuxianzhou is the world of the human race. If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place."

"Even if Kunfeng has pure blood and is a rare genius in the clan for thousands of years, he is already dead. Why do you have to take this risk for him and give up Lengfeng Island?"

Kuntong He gnashed his teeth and said, "I have lived for two thousand years and have only three children, but Feng'er is the only one with extraordinary talent."

"I have devoted two hundred years of my efforts to Feng'er, and now that I have lost him, I cannot let go of my hatred."

"Only by cutting the person who killed Feng'er into pieces can I vent my hatred!"

Kunyang shook his head slightly: "Forget it, since you are so determined, I will not stop you."

After that, a black and white ring appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he flicked his finger, and the ring flew towards Kuntong.

"Thank you, clan leader!"

Kuntong took the ring and put it on his hand immediately. The demonic aura on his body gradually dissipated, and he turned from a transformed demon king into a Yuanying early stage cultivator with a clear and upright aura.

"I don't know when I can return. Kunyi and Kunhai are still at a low level of cultivation, so please take care of them on your behalf." He clasped his fists and bowed with a sincere expression.

Kunyang nodded slightly, Kuntong smiled with relief, a hint of tenderness appeared on his rough face, and he turned and fled. (End of this chapter)