Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan's heart moved. He didn't know how Elder Yan saw it and refined the demonic beast's essence and blood himself.

But what he was refining was Kunpeng's true blood, not just Kunyu's essence and blood. As long as Elder Yan didn't see this, he had nothing to fear.

He got layman Qingliu as his guarantee and accepted the task of Haoran Sect to help the Yuan family. Unless the people present wanted to fall out with Haoran Sect, he didn't have to worry about his own safety.

Chen Yuan was certain in his heart and bowed with cupped fists: "Elder Yan has a sharp eye, and this junior has refined the Kunyu essence and blood."

Hearing this, everyone had doubts on their faces. They didn't know what Chen Yuan meant by what he said. Even Yuan Xiang and Mu Zongzhu, the two Nascent Soul cultivators, were quite puzzled.

Only Yang Liqian looked at Chen Yuan thoughtfully, seeming to remember something.

Sect Master Mu frowned and said, "Elder Yan, please clarify, this... Chen Xiaoyou has refined Kunyu Essence and Blood. What does this mean?"

Elder Yan did not answer, but just looked at Chen Yuan: "The technique that Chen Xiaoyou practices should be the "Demon God Art", right?"

Chen Yuan was really surprised now. He had never thought that he would hear this name from Elder Yan.

He got the incomplete physical training technique "Demon God Art" from Du Yu. Although he could only practice it to the late stage of foundation building, the "Giant Spirit Body" magical power that came with it became one of his trump cards.

It played a great role until he successfully formed the elixir.

But this is a technique from Donghua Continent. How could Elder Yan have heard of it?

etc!

Chen Yuan suddenly thought of the ancient teleportation array in the Sea of ​​Silence, and the ruined stele recording the battle between Taixuan Sect and the Monster Clan.

Now there is a teleportation array connecting Donghua Continent and Jiuxian Continent. How could there be no connection before?

He didn't hide anything and answered truthfully: "Senior has a keen eye. What this junior is practicing is the "Demon God Art"."

Everyone was even more confused, but Yang Liqian had a look of surprise on his face, and when he looked at Chen Yuan, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Yuan Xiang noticed Yang Liqian's reaction and asked, "Fellow Taoist Yang also knows about Chen Xiaoyou's cultivation technique?"

Everyone's eyes turned over, even Sect Master Mu on the opposite mountain peak was no exception.

Chen Yuan is also extremely curious. Could it be that this "Demon God Art" is still a well-known skill in Jiuxianzhou?

Yang Liqian said: "Yang doesn't know much about the "Demon God Art". He only knows that it is an extremely popular physical training method in ancient times."

"As a cultivator, part of the body can be transformed into a demon body, and the demon clan's innate magical powers can be used. After practicing to the deepest level, they can even transform into a demon beast."

"The pair of black wings on Chen Xiaoyou's back should be caused by practicing the "Demon God Art". Elder Yan, I wonder if Yang is right?"

Elder Yan nodded slightly: "Yes, the "Demon God Technique" was extremely popular in ancient times, but later on, as physical training became less and less, this technique gradually disappeared. There may only be one in the classics of the ten major sects. recorded.”

"People who practice "Demon God Art" need to refine a demon elixir. As their cultivation level increases, they can use the innate magical power of this kind of demon beast."

"When I traveled around the world, I once visited the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons and saw a Kunyu Demon King displaying his might and mastery of the power of space."

"Chen Xiaoyou's pair of black wings are very similar to the pair of wings on his back when he transformed into his original body, but they are a hundred times smaller."

"I think the demon pill that Chen Xiaoyou refined at the beginning should have come from a Kun fish demon king, so that he can use the teleportation technique."

Chen Yuan was stunned in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Exactly."

In the incomplete "Demon God Technique" he obtained, there was no mention that the body could transform into a demon body, nor did it mention that one could transform into a demon beast if he practiced to the deepest level.

He had already thought of a way to explain his birth of black wings with his magical powers, but he didn't expect that before he even opened his mouth, someone "saw" his cultivation technique.

This saves him a lot of talking, and with the endorsement of the Nascent Soul cultivator, he no longer has to worry about others doubting the origin of the teleportation technique.

After Elder Yan's explanation, Taoist Liu couldn't help but look at Chen Yuan with a hint of awe.

He originally thought that Chen Yuan was a body cultivator of unknown origin, and he felt contempt for him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan turned out to be a unique physical practitioner, and he also practiced the "Demon God Art" passed down from ancient times.

The name of this technique is so overbearing that it requires a demon pill that transforms into a demon king to practice it. Compared with this, Taoist Liu's opportunity of being struck by lightning for a thousand years is nothing at all.

Zhang Wushan only learned the Demon God Art today, and his face showed joy. Chen Yuan is so powerful and has mastered the teleportation technique. It seems that he has no chance of winning today.

The two true disciples both had solemn expressions. One of them, a young monk with a stern face, stared at Chen Yuan closely, his eyes like swords, and his fighting spirit was extraordinary.

Yuan Xiang suddenly smiled and said: "Sect Master Mu, the bet you said before is still valid. I am willing to use wind-milled iron and an eighth-level winged tiger demon pill that I have treasured for a long time to bet you a bottle of Chengyang Pill. Do you dare to take it?"

He had been ridiculed by Sect Leader Mu for a long time and suffered a huge loss of face. Now that he had finally regained his composure and was expected to win the battle, he naturally retorted without any mercy.

Sect Leader Mu snorted coldly. At this time, he, like Yuan Xiang before, was disgusted with this villain's triumphant behavior, but he did not dare to accept it.

It's just that he is very attracted to the myopia and the eighth-level winged tiger demon pill. If he gets these two treasures and re-refines the magic weapon of his life, the power will be increased by at least 20%.

He said coldly: "Master Yuan is already sure of victory?"

Yuan Xiang laughed: "Sect Master Mu might as well ask Elder Yan, if the true disciples of Hidden Sword Palace have any way to crack Elder Chen's teleportation technique?"

"Elder Yan, this..." Sect Leader Mu turned to look at Elder Yan, with some hesitation on his face.

Elder Yan's eyes fell on the pair of black wings behind Chen Yuan, and he said slowly: "Master Mu, don't worry, the "Demon God Art" is certainly extraordinary, but the cultivation of this kind of technique depends entirely on that demon pill."

"This little friend Chen has met an extraordinary fate. The Kunyu Demon Pill he refined is of a high grade, and his bloodline is extremely pure. Otherwise, he would not have been able to master the teleportation technique before conceiving a baby."

"But because of this, Chen Xiaoyou can only use Kunyu's innate magical power, with very few changes."

"And the teleportation technique is not invincible. I also want to see if the true disciples of our sect can break this teleportation technique."

Sect Master Mu was still hesitant. He took a deep look at Chen Yuan, pondered for a while, and suddenly said: "Master Yuan, I made a bet with you!"

This time it was Yuan Xiang's turn to hesitate. The "Demon God Art" actually had such shortcomings, and Elder Yan had so much confidence in the disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace. He was a little worried about whether Chen Yuan could fight one against two.

He asked: "Can Sect Master Mu collect a bottle of Chengyang Pill?"

Sect Leader Mu said: "Don't worry, Master Yuan, if I lose, I will definitely give you the remaining five Chengyang Pills within a year. With Elder Yan and Elder Yang as witnesses, I will never break my promise!"

Yuan Xiang gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, then I will make a bet with you. If Elder Chen loses, I will immediately offer you the wind-milled iron and the winged tiger demon pill!"

He didn't know whether Chen Yuan could win in the end, but as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew the power of teleportation. The scene where Chen Yuan caught the mid-level flying sword with his bare hands gave him a little more confidence. , and finally agreed.

"It's a deal!" Sect Master Mu laughed, turned around and bowed to the two true disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace, and said seriously, "Thanks to you two nephews, as long as you can win this fight, Mu will be rewarded generously."

The two of them returned the gift one after another. One of the middle-aged monks said that he did not dare to do so, but the young monk with a stern face said calmly: "I will do my best, junior."

On the surface, Chen Yuanming is the guest elder of the Yuan family, but in reality he is a person sent by the Haoran sect to help with boxing. Yuan Xiang could not promise a heavy reward, so he could only send a message secretly: "Please Chen Xiaoyou do your best. As long as he wins the fight, Yuan Thank you very much!"

Chen Yuan nodded. It was difficult for him to send a message to reply, so as not to be heard by other Nascent Soul cultivators, and he had no time to reply.

Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and he thought carefully about Elder Yan's words, his expression slightly solemn.

According to what Elder Yan said, "Demon God Art" requires refining the essence and blood of demon beasts. Only the innate magical powers of such demon beasts can be used. After practicing to the depths of the essence, one can transform into a demon beast.

The "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" requires refining the blood of the true spirit, which allows you to master the power of the true spirit. When you reach a high level of cultivation, you can transform into a true spirit.

There are many similarities between the two. The difference is that "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" can refine the nine kinds of true spirit blood until it ascends to the great road. It can also stimulate the true spirit blood and condense the true spirit dharma, far away. It is stronger than the "Demon God Art" whose upper limit is locked.

Is there some connection between these two techniques?

Or is it that the body cultivation techniques have different paths and lead to the same goal, and they all require refining the essence and blood of monsters, but the "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" is more mysterious and subtle?

Chen Yuan has only seen three kinds of body cultivation techniques. In addition to "Nine Transformations of True Spirit" and "Demon God Art", it is "Underworld Demon Technique".

However, the magic method is completely different from the first two and has no reference value.

He couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only put it aside for the time being, and decided to collect several more physical training methods for comparison in the future.

Chen Yuan was deep in thought, but when everyone saw his solemn expression, they thought he was not confident in winning the fight.

Yuan Xiang's heart sank. The wind-milled iron is the best spiritual material, and the Winged Tiger Demon Pill was a treasure he got from going deep into Nanzhou and going through all the hard work to kill an eighth-level winged tiger demon king. If he loses, The losses to Sect Leader Mu were extremely heavy.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of Sect Leader Mu and Yang Liqian. They were the two people who least wanted Chen Yuan to win.

Needless to say, Sect Master Mu, Yang Liqian's trip was to forcefully buy the Millennium Lei Tan after Chen Yuan's mission failed.

The reason why he showed up before the fight was because if Chen Yuan died, the Millennium Lei Tan would be taken back to the family.

Yang Liqian had never had any contact with Yuan Xiang before and did not know his true identity. He was worried that Chen Yuan would encounter something unexpected during the fight, so he simply went to the scene in person and was ready to save Chen Yuan.

He knew that Chen Yuan was a physical practitioner, but he didn't think that he would be a match for the true disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace.

But who would have thought that Chen Yuan would actually practice ancient body-building techniques such as "Demon God Art" and master the technique of teleportation. Yang Liqian's heart immediately trembled.

Seeing Chen Yuan's solemn expression at this time, seemingly shocked by Elder Yan's words, he couldn't help but smile, hoping that Chen Yuan would lose the fight.

Only Elder Yan looked normal and said calmly: "Master Chang's nephew, you come for the second battle."

"Yes." The middle-aged monks behind him came out of the crowd and came to the top of the canyon.

Sect Master Mu suddenly bowed his hand to Chen Yuan and said, "Young friend Chen, you have mastered the art of teleportation. If you gain the upper hand, it will be difficult for us and other Nascent Soul cultivators to rescue you in time. I hope you will be merciful. I thank you."

His attitude was very solemn, not like he was treating an alchemy monk at all.

Sect Master Mu did not believe that Chen Yuan could refine a demon elixir from the Kunyu Demon King and practice techniques such as the "Demon God Art" by himself.

What he was afraid of was not Chen Yuan, but the Nascent Soul cultivator behind Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan retracted his thoughts and returned the gift with his hand: "Don't worry, Sect Leader Mu, fighting will only determine the outcome, not life."

He was also extremely polite and did not want to offend a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Elder Yan also ordered: "Master Chang's nephew, please don't kill him."

"Disciple understands." Chang Geng responded.

The solemn atmosphere relaxed a little, and Chen Yuan smiled slightly and looked at his next opponent.

This man was about forty years old, with three strands of long beard under his chin, an honest and square face, and peaceful eyes. Only the strong evil aura emanating from his body showed his identity as a swordsman.

How can one be called a swordsman if he has not experienced life and death battles?

Chen Yuan cupped his fists and bowed: "Elder Yuan Family Keqing, Chen Yuan."

The middle-aged monk first offered a purple flying sword, and then returned the gift: "Hidden Sword Palace, Chang Geng, please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan flapped his wings, teleported to the middle-aged monk, and raised his hand to grab him!

Chen Yuan moved very quickly, but Chang Geng had already been prepared for this, so he used the flying sword in advance.

He raised his hand to seal the secret and shouted: "Point!"

The purple flying sword trembled slightly and divided into forty-nine sword shadows, forming a sword formation to protect him in the middle.

Chen Yuan happened to teleport into the sword array, his swords roared into the sky, and several flying swords shot towards him, as fast as lightning.

Sword formation is a method that can only be used by Yuanying sword cultivators, but as a true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace, Chang Geng is only one step away from Jie Ying and has also dabbled in it.

Although he hasn't mastered it yet, he has a hint of its shape. After setting it up, he guards himself extremely tightly.

Facing the flying sword, Chen Yuan did not dodge, but raised his hand to grab a flying sword, leaving a deep wound on his palm.

His expression changed slightly, he flapped his wings, and his figure disappeared from the spot, appearing ten feet away, avoiding the remaining flying swords.

Before, Chen Yuan dared to forcibly deconstruct the flying sword of monk surnamed Zeng because he was not a real swordsman, the flying sword was not sharp enough, and the sword shadow was just superficial.

But Chang Geng was a true swordsman, and the sword shadow that was differentiated was no different from the flying sword itself. It was equivalent to several mid-level flying swords thrusting at him, and Chen Yuan did not dare to point his sword directly.

This is not the first time he has faced off against a sword cultivator. Qi Lang is a sword cultivator and can even differentiate into seventy-two sword shadows, but compared with Chang Geng's forty-nine sword shadows, it is far behind.

He has now refined Kunpeng's true blood, and his physical body has been greatly strengthened, but he can't block Chang Geng's flying sword blow. If he was replaced by Qi Lang, at most, a trace of blood would be left behind.

Chang Geng was also extremely wary of Chen Yuan's body. Seeing that he did not dare to catch the flying sword forcefully, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The magic formula in his hand changed, and thirty-six flying swords remained around him, forming a simplified sword formation to firmly protect his body.

The remaining thirteen flying swords shot at Chen Yuan from all directions, like meteors falling rapidly, arriving in front of Chen Yuan in a flash of lightning.

Chen Yuan frowned, flapped his wings, and teleported twenty feet away, avoiding the thirteen flying swords again.

Chang Geng raised his hand and said: "Sick!"

Thirteen flying swords followed closely, drawing thirteen graceful but deadly arcs in the air, heading straight for Chen Yuan.

At this moment, Chang Geng was hanging in the sky. The sword light around him was like the wind, weaving into a large airtight net. Thirteen flying swords were circling back and forth, covering an area of ​​100 feet in radius.

Sword Qi was everywhere above the entire canyon, and even the whistling mountain wind was cut off by the sword Qi.

Chen Yuan used the teleportation technique several times in succession, but the moment he appeared, flying swords would shoot at him, like thirteen sharks smelling blood, and he could only continue to use the teleportation technique to avoid them.

Just now, Chen Yuan defeated the monk surnamed Zeng with one move, but now he was in such a mess. Everyone felt the sharp sword energy coming towards them, and their expressions changed slightly.

Forty-nine flying swords are forty-nine top-notch mid-level magic weapons. Who dares to point them straight at the front?

Let alone Chen Yuan, even the Yuanying monk may not be able to defeat Chang Geng for a while!

As expected of a true disciple of Hidden Sword Palace, he was so powerful that even Chen Yuan, who had mastered the teleportation technique, could only avoid his sharp edge.

Zhang Wushan frowned, feeling quite worried.

Flying swords are extremely fast, slightly inferior to teleportation, but there is no big disadvantage above a canyon with a radius of a hundred feet.

Thirteen flying swords came out at once, and Chen Yuan would be stabbed if he was not careful.

Yuan Xiang's face was gloomy. He was not worried about Chen Yuan, but he was worried that he might lose to Sect Leader Mu's Feng Mo Tie and Winged Tiger Demon Pills.

Sect Master Mu smiled with his palms in his hands: "So what about the teleportation technique? Master Nephew Chang is indeed a true disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace. He has forty-nine flying swords and a sword array. Even the Yuanying monks can resist one or two, with just physical cultivation. , why bother!”

Elder Yan nodded slightly, with a look of approval on his face.

But the young monk with a stern face shook his head slightly, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

A smile appeared on Yang Liqian's lips, waiting for Chen Yuan's defeat.

The scene where Chen Yuan received a blow from the flying sword just now, but left a deep wound, was seen by everyone.

The biggest support for physical training is the physical body, which cannot stop a flying sword strike. If the forty-nine flying swords come together, Chen Yuan will turn into bones in an instant.

Of course, with the Nascent Soul cultivator by his side, his life would not be in danger, but the fight would have failed.

Moreover, Chen Yuan probably didn't have any powerful magic weapon, otherwise he would have used it long ago.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he can only rely on teleportation to escape now, and he doesn't even have the power to fight back, and his defeat is certain.

But gradually, as a quarter of an hour passed, everyone felt something was wrong, and their expressions slowly changed.

…

Above the canyon, Chen Yuan has been performing the art of teleportation, appearing in front and disappearing behind, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

The sword formation set up by Chang Geng seemed grand, but it never hit Chen Yuan, and the forty-nine flying swords had become slightly dim.

After all, this was not a real sword formation, it was just a facade and could not lock the opponent.

Chang Geng felt the rapid loss of his true energy, frowned, and looked extremely solemn.

Sword cultivators were not able to endure long battles. He split forty-nine sword shadows at the same time, and his true energy was greatly consumed. At this moment, only a small part of his true energy was left in his body, and he could not hold on for long.

He was afraid of Chen Yuan's teleportation technique, so he went all out and set up the sword formation as soon as he came up, wanting to fight quickly.

With the protection of the sword formation, Chen Yuan could not get close, and he used the flying sword to attack the enemy again, and he was already invincible.

Chang Geng did not believe that Chen Yuan could continue to perform the art of teleportation, which was a method used by great cultivators.

But after a quarter of an hour, his true energy was almost exhausted.

Chen Yuan, on the other hand, was very capable, and performing the teleportation technique seemed effortless to him.

We can't delay any longer!

Chang Geng's eyes suddenly focused, and the spell in his hand changed. Only 24 flying swords were left around him, and the other 12 flying swords shot out to join the encirclement of Chen Yuan.

Of course, he was not only good at splitting light and transforming into shadows, but other more powerful magical powers would be less effective against the elusive Chen Yuan.

A total of 25 flying swords scattered in all directions, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, without any sense of stagnation, weaving a dense sword net, as long as Chen Yuan appeared, they would rush forward.

Chen Yuan performed the teleportation technique twice more, narrowly avoiding the attacking flying sword, but a strand of hair hanging on his temples was affected by the sword energy and turned into powder.

Chang Geng's heart was lifted, and he urged the little remaining true energy in his body to increase the speed of the flying sword and make the sword formation more tight.

But the next moment, Chen Yuan appeared beside Chang Geng, only ten feet away from him, and raised his hand to grab Chang Geng.

The remaining twenty-four flying swords were full of spirituality, and they protected their master without waiting for Chang Geng to drive them.

But without twelve flying swords, the sword formation protecting Chang Geng became much sparser. When Chen Yuan appeared, there was a gap, and only two flying swords stabbed at him.

He raised his right hand, and a layer of dark light suddenly appeared on his arm.

The two flying swords stabbed into the black light, as if they had stabbed a crack in space. The tip of the sword was swallowed by the black light, and the spiritual light on the sword suddenly dimmed.

Chang Geng had already reacted at this time and retreated violently, but since Chen Yuan was close, how could he let him get away? He grabbed his neck firmly with his left hand.

Chang Geng's face changed, and the flying swords stabbing at Chen Yuan stopped immediately.

The nearest flying sword was only one foot away from Chen Yuan's back, and the sword energy was so strong that it had pierced Chen Yuan's robes.

But Chang Geng didn't dare to move at all. Chen Yuan only needed to exert force to break his neck.

He raised his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "I lost."

"Thank you." Chen Yuan retracted his right hand, ignoring the flying sword close behind him.

Chang Geng sighed, retreated several feet, and pointed his finger. The sword shadows in the sky shattered, leaving only a flying sword with dim spiritual light, which was retracted into his dantian.

He turned and flew back to the mountain. Master Mu's face was quite ugly. He lost this round, and he could only pin his hopes on the last true disciple of the Cangjian Palace.

Elder Yan was calm, and even when Chang Geng was grabbed by Chen Yuan's neck just now, he didn't change at all.

Sword cultivators all came out of fighting, and every true disciple of the Cangjian Palace had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This kind of scene was not worth his nervousness at all.

Even if Chang Geng really died in Chen Yuan's hands, he would not be angry at all, and would only kill Chen Yuan on the spot to avenge Chang Geng.

…

On the opposite mountain, Yuan Xiang said to Yang Liqian: "Chen Xiaoyou is so strong that he is invincible in the same level. Elder Yang is still worried about Chen Xiaoyou's safety. Is he afraid that Mu Ye and Elder Yan will be angry and attack Chen Xiaoyou without regard for their face?"

He was smiling and in a very good mood.

Chen Yuan won again. As long as he defeated the last person, he could win a bottle of Chengyang Pill and his cultivation would be greatly improved.

"Haha, I'm sorry to make Master Yuan laugh..." Yang Liqian forced a smile, but he was shocked and angry in his heart.

If Chen Yuan really won the fight, where would he find another thousand-year-old thunder calamus?

Zhang Wushan was not far behind the two of them. Hearing Yang Liqian's words, he sneered and bowed to him: "Thank you, Elder Yang, for taking care of Brother Chen. After returning to the sect, I will report this to Master."

The smile on Yang Liqian's face disappeared. He stared at Zhang Wushan, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said lightly: "Junior Brother Zhang is thoughtful."

Yuan Xiang finally realized something was wrong at this time. His eyes swept from Zhang Wushan and Yang Liqian, revealing a suspicious look.

This Elder Yang seemed to have a bad relationship with Zhang Wushan. What was his purpose in coming here today?

…

On the opposite mountain, Chang Geng came to Elder Yan, clasped his fists and bowed, with a guilty look on his face: "My disciple failed to win, which has disgraced the reputation of the sect. Elder Yan, please punish me."

Elder Yan said: "You did a good job. Before thinking about winning, you should think about losing first. Protect yourself first, then attack the enemy."

"But this person's true energy is too strong, and he has mastered the art of teleportation. He is already invincible. You don't have to blame yourself."

Chang Geng breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

Elder Yan turned his head and looked at the young cultivator with a stern face: "Wen Di, are you confident that you can win?"

He stepped forward and said something different than what was asked: "Disciples should do their best."

Elder Yan nodded: "Go, be careful of the dark light on this person's arm. This is the innate magical power of the Kunyu clan. It is similar to a space crack and is extremely sharp."

"Disciple understands." The young monk's expression remained unchanged.

Sect Leader Mu opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again, a trace of worry flashed deep in his eyes.

The young monk flew off the top of the mountain and came to the top of the canyon. He stopped ten feet in front of Chen Yuan and looked at him carefully.

Chen Yuan was standing in the air, having put on a brand new cassock, with a calm expression, and a pair of broad black wings behind his back, exuding a desolate atmosphere.

In the battle just now, he performed the teleportation technique dozens of times, but his face did not show the slightest trace of fatigue, and he did not seem to be affected in any way.

He cupped his fists and bowed: "Elder Yuan Family Keqing, Chen Yuan."

The young monk held out a flying sword, held the sword secret in his hand, and said calmly: "Hidden Sword Palace, Ye Wendi, please give me some advice." (End of Chapter)