Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Jin Luoheng smiled slightly: "Junior Brother Wu, there is no need to be polite. Did your trip go well?"

Wu Zexian straightened up, looking slightly ashamed: "On this trip to the secret realm, only seventeen disciples survived, and the spiritual herbs obtained were one-third less than the last time the secret realm was opened."

"I did things poorly, and I am unworthy of the trust of the Master. I ask the Master to punish me..."

He was quite uneasy, but Jin Luoheng seemed not surprised by this. Instead, he expressed relief: "You don't have to blame yourself. Since the number of disciples entering the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain has been reduced, the spiritual herbs obtained will inevitably be reduced."

"As for the disciples being injured, there is no need to worry. Real gold is not afraid of fire. After tempering through life and death, these disciples can go further on the road to immortality."

Wu Zexian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt even more guilty, and gritted his teeth and said: "Reporting to Master Qi, during this trip to the secret realm, in addition to the disputes between the Tiangang Sword Sect and the disciples of this sect, Guiyuan Sect and Mingyin Valley also seemed to be obstructing it. , Although there is no evidence, the disciples of our sect cannot die in vain!"

A cold light flashed in Jin Luoheng's eyes: "It seems that in the past ten years, our sect has made bigger moves, which makes Bai Yanji and Wanshihun feel afraid. Tiangang Sword Sect has not yet fallen, so they are worried that our sect will attack." The birds are gone and the good bow is hidden.”

Chen Yuan suddenly said: "Master, Bai Yanji is quite well-behaved, and he once saved Elder Zhou's life. If he doesn't want to act arbitrarily, he might as well use the Mingyin Valley to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys."

Jin Luoheng frowned slightly: "The Ten Thousand Master Souls failed to attack Nascent Soul, and its power in the Nether Yin Valley has declined. It is not difficult to solve it, but if the Guiyuan Sect is afraid and turns to the Tiangang Sword Sect, it will be a loss that outweighs the gains. "

Chen Yuan smiled: "This matter is easy to handle. If the Guiyuan Sect doesn't know what's good and what's good, we can just take this opportunity to solve it together."

Jin Luoheng was startled, then smiled and said: "According to what you said, should Xu Tu advance slowly, or should he make a thunderous strike?"

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said: "This disciple has to leave the sect for a few years and will not be able to come back for a few years. It's better to solve it as soon as possible."

Jin Luoheng nodded slightly: "Junior brother Wu, I will write a letter now. Tomorrow you take this letter and go to the Ming Yin Valley. Give it to Master Wan and reprimand him for the casualties of our disciples. , use harsher words and ask for compensation.”

"Yes." Wu Zexian bowed his hands in agreement, but there was still a little surprise on his face.

He originally thought that this matter would have to be dealt with after the sect and Tiangang Sword Sect decided the winner, but he didn't expect that Chen Yuanchou would immediately cause trouble in the Mingyin Valley within a short period of time.

But he still had some worries in his heart: "Master, will this act as a warning to the Netherworld Valley to transfer the elite disciples and cultivation resources of the sect in advance?"

"And there are no rules in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain. If a disciple is harmed, he will not be held accountable..."

Jin Luoheng said: "You can just go ahead and do it. Over the past few years, our sect has been at its peak. If we swallow our anger, we will be suspicious."

"Only if you show your domineering side will Ningyin Valley think that our sect will not make any bigger moves."

Wu Zexian suddenly realized: "I understand."

Jin Luoheng took out a jade slip from the mustard ring, left the mark of his divine consciousness and the seal of the leader, and handed it to Wu Zexian.

Wu Zexian took the order and left. Jin Luoheng looked at Chen Yuan with a slightly solemn expression: "Although there are no Nascent Soul cultivators in the Mingyin Valley, they are secretly connected to the Zhiyuan Sect. Otherwise, they would never dare to be in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain. It will be very difficult to use evil tactics against the disciples of our sect if they lead to the Yuanmen."

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Master, don't worry, this time my disciple entered the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain, he didn't just pick so many spiritual herbs..."

As he spoke, he let go of his breath slightly, and the pressure from the mid-Nascent Soul stage slowly dissipated.

Jin Luoheng was stunned. After a long time, he finally spoke: "You...you have broken through the mid-term bottleneck?"

More than a hundred years ago, Chen Yuan was just a foundation-building monk.

It has been less than thirty years since he returned to the sect and held the Nascent Soul Ceremony.

Now, he has actually broken through the mid-term bottleneck and caught up with Xuan Yuanzi, Du Qing and Master Shen.

How many years did it take them to reach the middle stage of Nascent Soul?

Jin Luoheng remembered clearly that Xuan Yuanzi was in the 734th year, Duqing was in the 709th year, and Head Shen was in the 715th year.

No matter how high his hopes were for Chen Yuan, he only hoped that Chen Yuan could break through the middle stage of Nascent Soul in two hundred years. Three hundred years was not a long time, and four hundred years was barely acceptable.

But in just thirty years, Chen Yuan had already crossed this gap, and it took more than seven hundred years to reach the late Nascent Soul stage.

Jin Luoheng suddenly remembered that just before Wu Zexian returned to his clan, Chen Yuan gave him more than 3,000 spiritual herbs and twelve Nascent Soul early stage elixirs.

What opportunity did he get in the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain?

Chen Yuan restrained his breath and said calmly: "Although the four Xuanzong do not want to see the rise of their own sect, they do not dare to openly offend their disciples, so they can only resort to secret means."

"As my disciples improve their cultivation, they dare not interfere in the affairs of Qi State."

"The Nether Yin Valley is just the beginning. After the cultivation resources and Qi refining disciples in the Nether Yin Valley are digested, the next step will be the Tiangang Sword Sect and the Guiyuan Sect, which will unify the world of immortality cultivation in the country within ten years."

Jin Luoheng breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't hide the look of shock in his eyes: "To destroy three sects in ten years, is it too urgent?"

“In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, it’s better to start as soon as possible.”

Jin Luoheng no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice: "As a master, I will invite Brother Zhuge back to the mountain gate and summon the elders. We will take action against the Netherworld Valley within a month at the latest."

The two discussed the details again, Chen Yuan bowed and said goodbye. Jin Luoheng suddenly remembered something and said, "Master got the news two years ago that Liu Fan successfully formed a Nascent Soul. He came out of retreat a year ago and held the Nascent Soul Ceremony."

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Is this true?"

Jin Luoheng said: "After Master learned about this, he sent someone to inquire about the news."

"Liu Fan is lucky. The Blood Spirit Sect suffered heavy casualties in the Demon Realm, and he has extraordinary qualifications. Yan Zhang gave him a spiritual object for forming a Nascent Soul."

"In the process of killing monsters, he absorbed a lot of pure true demon energy and built a solid foundation. The momentum of the Nascent Soul was amazing."

"But after he came out of retreat, he lived in seclusion and never left the mountain gate."

Chen Yuan smiled: "He is cautious. This is to avoid disciples, but an early Nascent Soul is not worth mentioning. The grudge between disciples and him will be settled later."

...

A month later, southwest of Qi, Yinlong Mountains.

This mountain range is about 300 miles long, with high mountains and dense forests. Wild beasts often appear, and there are endless legends of ghosts. The people around dare not enter the mountains.

Only some ginseng pickers who value money over life enter the Yinlong Mountains in late autumn every year for precious wild ginseng, but less than 30% of them can come out alive.

This autumn, after the ginseng pickers worshipped the mountain god, they once again wore thick cotton clothes, carried bamboo baskets, held sharp blades and short hoes, and walked into the mountains in groups.

They knew very well that they would probably stay in this mountain range forever.

But a hundred-year-old wild ginseng can be sold for one hundred taels of silver. If you live frugally, it is enough to keep a family from worrying about food and clothing for twenty years.

A thousand-year-old ginseng can be sold for one hundred taels of gold. Only princes, nobles, and wealthy merchants can enjoy it. They can buy one hundred acres of good irrigated fields, build a few bluestone brick houses, and have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

These ginseng pickers threw away their lives the moment they entered the mountain, with full of passion and seeking wealth in danger.

But they did not dare to go too deep, and only dared to look for ginseng on the periphery.

In the depths of the Yinlong Mountains, there was a layer of dark fog. Some ginseng pickers mistakenly entered it and never came out.

The legend of the black fog also spread like wildfire. Some people said that it was the poisonous gas exhaled by monsters. As long as they were touched, they would rot and die.

Some people said that it was the Yin Qi left by ghosts, connecting to the underworld.

Over time, ginseng pickers were afraid of the black fog and never dared to approach it again.

But this time, they had just entered the mountain, and some sharp-eyed ginseng pickers found that hundreds of meteors passed by in the sky and fell towards the Yinlong Mountains.

Through the meteors, you can still vaguely see a figure.

Some people suspected that they were dazzled, but at this moment, three meteors stopped, revealing three monks in white shirts with cold expressions.

"Immortal... Immortal has descended!"

Someone immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the immortal in the sky.

Others followed suit, but some people hid behind trees and rocks, looking at the cultivators in the sky with vigilance.

Ginseng pickers, after all, live on the edge of a knife, and are more courageous than ordinary people. Some people don't believe in ghosts and gods at all.

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The three cultivators in the sky looked at the ginseng pickers in the forest with interest. One of the middle-aged cultivators said, "Brother Hong, how do we deal with these mortals?"

Beside him stood a young cultivator, who was Hong Yi, who had been implanted with a demon pill by Chen Yuan and entered the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain.

He was full of pressure and had the cultivation of the initial stage of foundation building, which was slightly better than the other two cultivators.

Hong Yi descended his light of escape, looked at the ginseng pickers on the ground, and said calmly: "A demon will be born in the Yinlong Mountains. You should quickly leave the forest to save your lives."

When he finished speaking, the expressions of the ginseng pickers who kowtowed changed drastically: "We will leave now, we will leave now!"

"The immortal master is so kind, we will remember it!"

They stood up and ran back, but some ginseng pickers showed hesitation and did not leave.

These people are often daring and desperate. Every year when they pick ginseng, they will go crazy on whoring, gambling, eating, drinking and having fun. In less than a year, they can spend dozens or hundreds of taels of silver.

The next year, they will be penniless and go to the Yinlong Mountains to pick ginseng again. They will work hard for two months and then live a life of drunkenness and dreams for another year.

Until they are eaten by big beasts or blind bears, or die in women's bellies, their lives will be worth it.

They are used to enjoying themselves. They finally went into the mountains, but they didn't pick ginseng, so they left. How can they endure another year of hard life?

Seeing that someone did not listen to the advice, Hong Yi ignored it and flew back into the sky, saying lightly: "Let's go, Elder Fang ordered the three of us to patrol the surrounding area of ​​20 miles, and we must not let a cultivator from Mingyin Valley go."

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the ginseng pickers on the ground who did not leave, frowned, and whispered: "These mortals do not listen to the advice, are they going to be forcibly driven away?"

Hong Yi said coldly: "Don't pay attention to it. Although the master has strictly ordered the disciples of the sect not to kill mortals at will, these people do not listen to the advice and seek death. We can't control it."

The middle-aged cultivator nodded, ignored it, followed Hong Yi, and flew away.

He was more than 20 years older than Hong Yi, but he built his foundation eight years later, and his cultivation strength was much worse, so he could only obey Hong Yi's orders.

After Hong Yi and the other two left, the remaining brave ginseng pickers continued to go deep into the mountains and forests.

The next day, after several people died on the road, they finally arrived at the place where they picked ginseng.

There are mountains over 300 feet high, sparse forests and light moisture, which is most suitable for the growth of wild ginseng.

Since many ginseng collectors have withdrawn from the Yinlong Mountains, it is easier for them to collect ginseng, and everyone has a good harvest.

Just when these ginseng collectors were in high spirits, several monks in black clothes, holding a three-inch small flag, flew through the sky.

Seeing these ginseng collectors, they suddenly stopped, raised their hands and waved, and a few strands of Yin Qi flew down from the small flag, circled around the ginseng collectors, and hooked their souls up.

The ginseng collectors fell to the ground softly, and their bodies turned into mummies in an instant. The few people who survived by chance were scared out of their wits and fled away shouting.

The monks wanted to continue to release Yin Qi, and one of them frowned: "A few frightened mortals will not reveal our whereabouts, so don't pay attention to them."

"We will act separately. Remember, go to Jianling Mountain and ask for help from Tiangang Sword Sect!"

The few people responded, fled in all directions, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

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The deepest part of Yinlong Mountains, the gate of Mingyin Valley.

Outside the light gray array curtain, black mist lingered, and the collision sound of magical weapons and array curtain resounded through the sky, and it was endless.

Countless flags were hung in the air, the wind was howling, and the yin energy was surging, covering the gate of Mingyin Valley with a layer of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Wan Shihun stood on the top of a thousand-foot mountain, looking up at the slightly trembling array curtain in the distance, his face was very ugly.

Three days ago, 600 foundation-building cultivators of Lingyun Sect suddenly appeared in Yinlong Mountains and surrounded the gate of Mingyin Valley.

Lingyun Sect leader Jin Luoheng, Supreme Elder Zhuge Qi, and twelve Jindan elders attacked together and attacked wildly.

Fortunately, Mingyin Valley has been cautious since the death of leader Di, and activated the sect protection array in time, so the gate was not broken.

Even due to the thorough preparation, even after three days of siege, the sect protection formation was still stable and could continue to hold on.

But Wan Shihun's mood did not improve at all. The four Jindan elders standing beside him all looked ashen.

The sect protection formation would be broken sooner or later after the siege by two Yuanying cultivators.

The most important thing is that Chen Yuan, who has mastered the art of teleportation, has not appeared yet.

Mingyin Valley is unable to purchase the forbidden air formation. As long as Chen Yuan takes action, there is no resistance.

Wan Shihun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Have all the disciples who asked for help from Tiangang Sword Sect been sent out?"

A Jindan elder replied: "Reporting to the master, one hundred foundation-building disciples are divided into ten groups, and three secret passages are activated. The last group just set out half an hour ago."

Wan Shihun's expression eased a little, and he sighed: "The cunning rabbit is not dead yet, and the hunting dog will be cooked. Lingyun Sect suddenly took action, and Zhiyuan Sect is out of reach. We can only hope that Senior Shen will lend a hand..."

Another Jindan elder laughed bitterly: "What can Senior Shen do? Chen Yuan's strength is comparable to that of a great cultivator. How can he stop him?"

Wan Shihun fell silent. The top of the mountain was dead silent, with only the shrill cold wind in late autumn whistling past. (End of this chapter)