Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

High in the sky, Chen Yuan controlled his escape speed and looked for traces of the immortal cultivators.

This mountain range is not too wide, only a few hundred miles long. Deep in the mountains, there are many first-level monsters that are rarely visited by humans.

But there was no trace of the immortal cultivators here. Chen Yuan flew out of the mountains and found an extremely open plain.

A large river flows meandering. This place should have been a land of plenty and densely populated, but wherever Chen Yuan's consciousness passed, it was devastated.

The water of the big river is turbid, thousands of corpses are lying dead on the riverside, smoke is everywhere, and refugees are everywhere. The world of Weiguo has turned into a hell on earth, a scene of doomsday.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly. The last time he saw this kind of scene was when the Demon Sect invaded the Qi Kingdom, which coincided with frequent disasters, rebel armies, and chaos in the world.

He continued to fly thousands of miles forward and finally made a discovery.

A small mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles is shrouded in light white mist, ethereal, peaceful and quiet.

The war in the mortal world of Weiguo did not spread here. Several mortals who entered the mountain were trapped in the clouds and mist, and they lost their way. It took several days before they could come out.

This is an illusory formation that prevents mortals from entering the depths of the mountains. There must be immortal cultivators here.

Chen Yuan came to the sky above the mountains and stopped.

Looking down through the white mist, deep in the mountains, there are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, hidden in the mountains and forests, with lush trees, clear springs and streams, like a fairyland.

Several monks were running in the mountains, their footsteps hurried. Occasionally, two rays of light flew by, attracting these monks to cast envious glances.

On the outskirts of the mountain range is a small market with only two streets and a dozen shops, and hundreds of elixir gardens have been opened around it.

However, both the market and the elixir garden were empty, and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Chen Yuan dispersed his consciousness, but was blocked by the formation.

This is a treasure formation that can withstand the late-stage pill-forming monks, but it is not worth mentioning to the Nascent Soul monks.

But he did not use strong methods, but spread his energy. The pressure of Yuanying monk slowly dissipated, and he said calmly: "Where is the master of this place?"

His voice was not loud, but like muffled thunder, it spread throughout the entire mountain range.

The escaping light deep in the mountains stopped and looked to the sky in confusion. The monks running on the stone steps of the mountain road also raised their heads in astonishment and looked around.

Chen Yuan slowly descended from the sky, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked down at the monks below. His eyes were dull, and the pressure of the Yuanying monks was not concealed.

Suddenly the wind blew around, blowing away the clouds and fog covering the mountains, and everyone could see Chen Yuan's figure.

Several rays of light flew into the sky, and dozens of monks ran out of the cave, looking towards the sky in unison.

Chen Yuan came outside the formation, looked at the monks below, and said, "Where is the master of this place?"

A thunderous sound spread, and along with the powerful pressure of the Yuanying monks, the monks in the mountain woke up from a dream and no longer dared to neglect.

A middle-aged monk emerged from the crowd, looked at Chen Yuan in surprise, and bowed deeply: "Junior Wang Cexun, as the head of the Wang family, I pay my respects to my senior."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "It turns out to be the head of the Wang family. I have something I want to ask the head of the Wang family for help."

Wang Cexun forced out a smile: "Senior, you are serious. It is my honor to serve you. I would like to ask you to wait a moment. I will open the formation now."

After saying that, he turned around and ordered an old man beside him: "Great Elder, let the monks in the clan disperse quickly. Don't disturb the seniors."

"Come back as soon as you leave, old man." The old man responded, lowering his escape light and driving away the crowd of Qi Refining cultivators who were watching.

Wang Cexun touched the jade pendant on his waist, and the formation covering the mountain range flashed with light, opening a passage about ten feet in size.

Seeing that he was so understanding, Chen Yuan showed a smile on his face, put away Yuanying's pressure, and entered the passage.

He spread out his consciousness, covering the entire mountain range, and had a panoramic view of the Wang family's reality.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the mountains is also much higher than that in the outside world. There should be a small spiritual vein underground.

Wang Cexun is only at the middle stage of Dan Jie, and the monks around him are all under Jie Dan.

There are two people with the highest cultivation level, both in the late stage of foundation building, and among them is the "Great Elder" who drove away the Wang family monks.

Everyone has storage bags hanging on their waists, including Wang Cexun.

There were no mustard rings on his wrists.

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Wang Cexun smiled broadly, but there was a look of worry in his eyes. He raised his hand and said, "Senior, please follow me."

All the foundation-building monks looked worried, and they all clasped their fists in salute, not even daring to raise their heads to look at Chen Yuan.

Although Chen Yuan did nothing, his mere display of Nascent Soul cultivation was enough to make the low-level monks panic.

As long as he wants to take action, he can easily massacre the entire Wang family.

On the contrary, the Qi Refining monks gradually dispersed on the ground, and many of them looked at Chen Yuan curiously.

Chen Yuan followed Wang Cexun to the top of the main peak, dropped the light, and walked into a hall.

This should be the gathering place for the monks of the Wang family. Wang Cexun invited Chen Yuan to take a seat. The other foundation-building monks stood at the bottom, with their hands lowered.

The great elder finally walked into the hall and stood at the head of the Wang family's foundation-building monks, looking at Chen Yuan in awe.

Wang Cexun took out the teapot, tea cup, and a cyan porcelain jar from the storage bag, took out a handful of green tea leaves, and carefully put them into the teapot.

He took out a jar of water and used his true energy to turn it into real fire. After the water boiled, he raised his hand and poured the boiling water into the pot.

After waiting for a while, he filled the cup with spiritual tea and offered it with both hands: "Senior, this tea is called Chunming Tea. It is taken from the only thousand-year-old spiritual tea tree in my Wang family."

"This tea tree was planted by my ancestors of the Wang family. It is more than 1,400 years old and is quite famous in the Wei Kingdom."

"The tea tree only produces eighty-nine tea leaves every ten years, and 80% is given to the head boy of the Jinwu Sect. My Wang family can only keep 20%."

"The juniors are reluctant to drink it themselves. They only use it to entertain distinguished guests. It has a special taste. I also ask the seniors to taste it."

"Thousand-year-old tea tree? Then I would like to taste it." Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, he took the tea cup and took a sip.

When the spiritual tea enters the throat, a cool feeling moistens the heart and lungs, the mind becomes clear, and the consciousness even becomes more active.

It is indeed a thousand-year-old tea tree, and it is also somewhat helpful to the Nascent Soul monks.

Chen Yuan drank the tea in one gulp and praised: "Not bad."

Upon seeing this, Wang Cexun immediately took out the porcelain jar containing tea leaves and presented it with both hands: "I still have five taels of tea leaves in my hands, and I would like to dedicate them all to my seniors."

Chen Yuan did not refuse, took the porcelain jar, and said with a smile: "The Wang family master is very sincere, but I am disrespectful."

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Cexun's eyes, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed than before.

Chen Yuan put away the porcelain jar. How could he not hear the implication of Wang Cexun's words? The only person who could call Wang Cexun a senior was Yuanying monk.

This Jinwu sect should be a sect in Weiguo. The boy leader has a Yuanying monk who regularly collects offerings from the Wang family. He should have a close relationship with the Wang family.

Wang Cexun must have been unsure of his purpose, so he reminded him that although the Wang family was only a small family, it also had Nascent Soul monks as its backers.

If he really comes with bad intentions, he can be concerned.

Offering spiritual tea was also a test, and he did not refuse, which made Wang Cexun feel more at ease.

After this incident, the solemn atmosphere in the palace became a lot more relaxed. Wang Cexun said: "I wonder where this junior can serve the senior?"

Chen Yuan put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "I have been in seclusion for a hundred years and have not asked about foreign affairs. I just came out a few days ago. I don't know much about the current situation in the world of immortality. Can the Master of the Wang family introduce it to me?"

Wang Cexun was stunned for a moment. He thought a lot and kept guessing why Chen Yuan came, but he never thought that Chen Yuan came to inquire about news, and it was such an ordinary news.

But he quickly came to his senses and said respectfully: "Senior Qi, the biggest event in the world of immortality in the past hundred years was the truce between good and evil twenty years ago."

"The Demon Sect retreated and was forced to move to several sects in the south, then returned to its homeland."

"Besides that, there is the enthronement of Yin Huai, the leader of Muyin Sect in Si State..."

Wang Cexun briefly introduced the situation in the world of immortality. Chen Yuan listened quietly, but his left hand in his sleeve quietly clenched the armrest.

He returned to Donghua Continent.

After sensing the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth and learning that there were many small countries, Chen Yuan had a vague guess, but he was not sure yet.

From Wang Cexun's mouth, he finally got the answer.

Chen Yuan had mixed feelings in his heart. After the ancient teleportation array failed, he thought he would never return to Donghua Continent.

Unexpectedly, he was involved in a space storm, narrowly escaped death, and returned here instead.

The news of the truce between good and evil caught him by surprise.

The Demon Sect has given up the invaded territories of various countries, so why did they use the strength of the entire sect to launch a war?

Thoughts were swirling in Chen Yuan's mind. After Wang Cexun finished speaking, he asked casually: "What changes have occurred in the six sects of Qi State?"

When Wang Cexun heard this, his heart moved. Could it be that this senior Yuan Ying was from Qi State?

He thought for a while and said: "Senior, please forgive me. Qi is more than 100,000 miles away from Wei, four countries apart. I don't know the details."

"But among the countries invaded by the Demon Sect, the Six Sects of Qi were the strongest and resisted the longest. Although they were defeated in the end, the losses were not significant."

"After the truce between good and evil, the six sects immediately moved back to Qi. The structure has not changed. There should not be many changes."

Chen Yuan was slightly relieved when he learned that the Lingyun Sect still existed. Familiar figures appeared in his mind, and he felt a little distracted for a moment.

After a while, he suppressed his thoughts and said with a smile: "My true energy has been somewhat depleted. I would like to use the Wang family's spiritual veins to restore my true energy. I hope that the master of the Wang family will allow it."

He really wanted to return to the Lingyun Sect now, but the journey was far away, so he had to be cautious. It would not be too late to leave once his true energy was fully recovered.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Cexun's eyes. This senior had just come out of seclusion, how could he lose his true energy?

But he did not dare to ask any more questions, and said respectfully: "My junior can stay in the Wang family, which will bring great glory to the Wang family. Senior, please come with me." (End of this chapter)