Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

"Friend Chen Dao has come to visit us, and the Yuan family is honored..."

Deep in the Fengyuan Mountains, beside a cliff, Chen Yuan and Yuan Xiang sat in a hexagonal pavilion.

The mountains are filled with dense jungle, rising water vapor, lingering mist, bottomless cliffs, and the sound of birds singing, adding to the tranquility.

Apart from these two people, there were no other cultivators present. Yuan Xiang sat opposite Chen Yuan and filled his cup of spiritual tea with his own hands, smiling widely and even showing a bit of humility.

Chen Yuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, you are too kind. Thanks to the experience of forming a baby you gave me back then, I have avoided many detours when forming a baby."

"When I was refining magic weapons, that golden silk mulberry was very useful, and I would like to thank you, fellow Taoist."

He revealed his Nascent Soul cultivation, stated his identity, and made it clear that he was here to visit Yuan Xiang. The Foundation Establishment cultivators who were patrolling the Yuan family were extremely respectful and immediately returned to the clan to report.

But he had no authority to invite a Nascent Soul cultivator into the clan, so he had to ask Chen Yuan to wait for a while outside the Fengyuan Mountains.

But Chen Yuan did not have to wait too long. In less than a quarter of an hour, Yuan Xiang came in person and welcomed him into the Yuan family's land and into the hexagonal pavilion.

It was in this pavilion that Yuan Xiang gave him the experience of forming infants from successive heads of the Yuan family, the rare and top-grade spatial spiritual material golden silk mulberry, and five hundred top-grade spiritual stones.

Yuan Xiang smiled and said, "At first, I just thought that you would succeed in forming a fetus, so I wanted to establish a good relationship with you."

“But I didn’t expect that within just a hundred years, you have broken through the bottleneck of the middle stage. Your progress is so fast that it is unprecedented.”

"Yuan heard a few days ago that fellow Daoist had a fierce battle with Zhenhai Sect's head, Jade Sea Immortal, in Yuqing Sea. They were evenly matched and his strength was comparable to that of a great cultivator. He has already become famous in Jiuxianzhou, and I admire him even more."

Chen Yuan was a little surprised: "Daoyou is well-informed. Yuqing Sea is located in a remote place overseas and has little contact with Jiuxianzhou. I never thought that Daoyou is still clear about the affairs of Yuqing Sea."

Yuan Xiang said: "When it comes to a great cultivator, no matter where it is, it will definitely spread throughout the cultivation world."

“After a few years, I’m afraid even Hanzhou and Xizhou will know about your reputation of fighting against a great cultivator and not losing.”

"But I don't know what hatred you have with Master Yu Hai that would lead to a life-and-death fight?"

"But this also angered Master Yu Hai. We were on Tianji Island, and he discovered our tracks, leading to this fight."

Yuan Xiang was secretly shocked. He was only in the early Nascent Soul stage, but Chen Yuan could kill even a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator at will. His words were extremely calm, but they faintly revealed a murderous aura.

Chen Yuan suddenly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this for now. I came here to repay the favor I owe to you..."

He briefly recounted the matter of joining forces with the Tianji Sect to deal with the Golden Feathered Eagle Clan, and at the end he said: "My cultivation level is low in the competition, and the Taoist friend's gift of cultivation experience to me is like timely help."

“Although the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan is one of the three great royal clans in the Ten Thousand Demon Sea and has a profound foundation, I have also persuaded three fellow Daoists from the Haoran Sect and two Nascent Soul cultivators from the sect to participate in this battle, so I have a good chance of success.”

"The treasures I get can be shared with you. If you kill an eighth-level demon king, I will also give you Nascent Soul Pills. What do you think?"

Yuan Xiang was quite tempted. He only had to deal with an eighth-level demon king, and he didn't need to kill it. He could share the treasures, which was certainly a good thing.

But he was not an ignorant person. He had heard of the reputation of the three royal families in the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea and knew that the three families had stood firm in the Ten Thousand Monsters Sea for tens of thousands of years.

Chen Yuan's desire to destroy one of the clans seems a bit unrealistic.

But he changed his mind and realized that even the great monks could not do anything to Chen Yuan. Together with Tianjizi, they would have the fighting power of two great monks.

If what Chen Yuan said was true, the two Nascent Soul cultivators in his master's sect, the three elders of Haoran Sect, and the Nascent Soul elder of Tianji Sect, together amounted to more than a dozen Nascent Soul combat forces, which was more than enough to deal with a large sect.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang finally stopped hesitating and agreed: "Yuan is willing to lend a helping hand, I wonder when you are ready to take action?"

As the head of the Yuan family, he is neither up nor down and needs to take care of the younger generations of the clan. He does not have the generous offerings of the elders of large sects, nor the free and easy and open-mindedness of independent cultivators. This is the most difficult life for him.

Every piece of top-grade spirit stone must be carefully calculated, and it takes decades to save up a furnace of spirit herbs. One also has to ask someone to refine pills, so the progress of cultivation is extremely slow.

The opportunity has come to him, he must seize it, otherwise there will be no hope of reaching the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in his life.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "This matter is not urgent. Chen needs to invite a fellow Taoist to come out of the mountain. I also ask fellow Taoist Yuan to wait in the clan for a few days."

Yuan Xiang felt relieved that Chen Yuan was able to mobilize a Nascent Soul cultivator. This gave him a greater chance of destroying the Golden-Winged Eagle clan.

But he couldn't let Chen Yuan leave now, otherwise it would be a lack of hospitality.

Under Yuan Xiang's strong persuasion, Chen Yuan lingered in the Qingkang Mountains for several days, discussing Taoism with Yuan Xiang and exchanging some experiences in cultivation before he said goodbye and left for the north.

…

Hanzhou, Bingling City.

This most powerful city in Hanzhou, with a radius of more than 200 miles, has stood for thousands of years in the cold wasteland.

The tall city wall is thirty-three feet high and as majestic as a mountain. It is made entirely of solid black iron rock and gleams with a dark light in the cold wind.

There was dead silence outside Bingling City, but inside the city it was warm as spring, with rolling hills.

In the east of the city, a thousand-foot-high peak reaches straight into the sky, and the surrounding mountains stretch for hundreds of miles. It is the gate of the Bingling Sect, the number one sect in Hanzhou.

Deep in the mountains, there is a dangerous peak over 700 feet high, which is completely different from the other peaks.

Starting from the foot of the mountain, it is covered with thick snow. From the mountainside to the top, the snow condenses into ice, reflecting the cold light under the sunlight.

While the other surrounding mountains are controlled by the formation, they are like spring all year round with lush flowers and plants, only this peak is cold and desolate.

One day, a beam of light flew from afar and landed on the top of the mountain.

After a quarter of an hour, two beams of light flew up from the top of the mountain, flew out of the mountains, and landed in front of a four-story attic, revealing the figures of two monks.

One of them was quite young, only about twenty years old, with an obvious aura, and the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building. He was submissive and respectful.

The other person, on the other hand, was a girl in a white dress, with skin as white as cream, fiery red lips, and a face as beautiful as a fairy, pure and moving.

But her expression was indifferent, and her eyes were cold and sharp, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

After the cold girl fell down, she walked into the attic without stopping for a moment.

The foundation-building cultivator hurriedly followed and said respectfully, "Senior Chen is waiting in the quiet room on the fourth floor. Uncle Master, please come over here..."

He led the cold girl to a quiet room on the fourth floor, where a young monk sat behind a square table, bowing his head and examining the monks.

A middle-aged monk stood next to him with his hands behind his back, looking extremely respectful.

Seeing the two people walk in, the young monk raised his head. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was handsome and unworldly. It was Chen Yuan who came from Renzhou.

He smiled slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, clasped his fists and bowed: "It has been many years since we last met. Fellow Daoist Ning Bing is still as elegant as ever. I am honored to meet you."

Chen Yuan was courteous and considerate, but the cold girl's expression remained indifferent, and she said bluntly: "What does Brother Chen want to see me for?"

Chen Yuan smiled. This girl was still the same as before, not good at socializing.

He looked at the middle-aged cultivator beside him, who understood and bowed to Master Ning Bing: "Disciple, I'll take my leave."

Zhenren Ningbing nodded slightly, and the middle-aged cultivator bowed to Chen Yuan again. He left the quiet room with the foundation-building cultivator and closed the door carefully.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and said, "Please take a seat, fellow Taoist."

Master Ning Bing sat down opposite Chen Yuan, and Chen Yuan also sat down again. Without exchanging pleasantries, he got straight to the point and said, "I came here this time to ask you to come out and deal with the demon tribe..."

He knew that Master Ningbing had a simple personality, so he told the whole story briefly without any concealment, including the reward of the Golden-winged Eagle clan's treasures and cultivation elixirs. It was simple and direct.

But Master Ningbing had been listening quietly to Chen Yuan's story, her expression not changing at all. The more Chen Yuan spoke, the more unsure he became, and he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Finally, he added: "Daoyou has a high level of cultivation. Logically, Chen should offer you a elixir for the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

"But Chen doesn't have enough spiritual herbs, so I can only use Yuanying early stage elixir as payment. I hope you can forgive me."

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"As compensation, if you kill the ninth-level demon king, you can get an extra share of the treasure..."

"I agree." Master Ningbing spoke suddenly without any warning.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "When is it convenient for you to leave and go to Yuqing Sea with me?"

When he proposed to join forces with Tianjizi, he thought of inviting Zhenren Ningbing to come out.

For tens of thousands of years, the cultivators of Hanzhou have been fighting endlessly with the demon clan and have extremely rich experience in fighting against the demon clan.

Moreover, True Person Ning Bing is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If she agrees to take action, Chen Yuan will be able to take more initiative in the cooperation with the Tianji Sect, and his chances of destroying the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan will be greatly increased.

However, Hanzhou is hundreds of thousands of miles away from Yuqing Sea, and the news that he and Yuhai Zhenren were evenly matched in the battle should not have spread here yet.

Chen Yuan was still worried that Master Ning Bing would refuse, but he didn't expect her to agree directly, making all the excuses Chen Yuan had prepared in advance useless.

But Master Ning Bing immediately changed the subject: "But I have a condition. If you want to spar with me, you must beat me before I agree."

She stared at Chen Yuan without blinking, her tone very serious.

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "It is better to obey than to be respectful."

The last time he came to Bingling City, Master Ningbing wanted to compete with him, but was persuaded by Xiao Chengmo.

At that time, he had just formed his infant form and was probably no match for Master Ningbing.

But now, he is already a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and has refined the true blood of the Kuiniu. Looking across the Nine Immortal Continents, there is no cultivator of the same level who can be his opponent.

The expression of Master Ning Bing finally changed. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "I couldn't see through your cultivation level the first time, and this time it's even deeper. Please don't hold back."

Chen Yuan said, "It is better to do it today than to wait for a day. I will have a sparring match with you today and then set off for Yuqing Sea. How do you think?"

Master Ning Bing nodded slightly and stood up: "Daoyou, please follow me."

The two men walked out of the quiet room, and the foundation-building cultivator who had brought True Man Ning Bing here was waiting outside the door and led the two men out of the attic.

Just then, a young monk came towards them in a hurry.

After seeing the two, he suddenly stopped, took a long breath, and bowed to Master Ning Bing: "Disciple greets Master."

Then he looked at Chen Yuan and bowed again: "Daoyou Chen has come from afar, and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I hope you will forgive me."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he returned the greeting with a bow: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, you are too kind. I came here uninvited, how dare I trouble you again."

"I would also like to congratulate Fellow Daoist Xiao on his successful infant formation and longevity."

The visitor was none other than Xiao Chengmo, the disciple of Master Ningbing. However, he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage at this time, but his Qi was a little weak, and it was obvious that he had not been in the Nascent Soul stage for long.

Xiao Chengmo smiled and said, "As expected, I can't hide it from Daoyou's divine sense. When I heard that Daoyou was coming to visit, I immediately came out of retreat to greet you, but I was still a step too late."

"This is not the place to talk. Please move on and go back to the mountain to talk with my master."

He raised his hand to invite him, but Master Ning Bing shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Chen wants to have a sparring match with me."

Xiao Chengmo was not surprised at all when he heard this. He smiled bitterly and said, "Master, Fellow Daoist Chen is a guest from afar. It would be inappropriate to treat him well if we were to discuss martial arts with him."

He turned to look at Chen Yuan, apologetically: "My master just likes to spar with others, and has no other intentions. I hope you can forgive me..."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Xiao, I have already promised Fellow Daoist Ning Bing that I will ask her for advice, so it's no big deal."

Xiao Chengmo was startled. Master Ningbing had already disappeared into the sky in a flash of light.

She suddenly stopped, looked down at the two of them, and frowned slightly: "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Chen has changed his mind?"

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment." Chen Yuan responded and turned to look at Xiao Chengmo, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, are you interested in watching the fight?"

Xiao Chengmo showed a helpless look on his face and sighed: "My master wants to spar with fellow Taoists, how can I sit back and watch."

"But Xiao wants to remind you that my master has cultivated several kinds of ice and snow magical powers, which are quite powerful, and he never holds back when fighting with others."

"If you can't hold on any longer, just admit defeat. Don't try to hold on any longer."

Chen Yuan nodded: "Thank you for your reminder, fellow Taoist."

Xiao Chengmo felt relieved a little. He had hurried here when he learned that Chen Yuan was coming to visit him, because he knew Ning Bing's character very well and was worried that she would want to compete with Chen Yuan.

Now that the matter is done, he can only remind Chen Yuan.

Although saying this would lose face for him, it was better than getting injured in a fight with Master Ning Bing and offending a Nascent Soul cultivator for no reason.

The two of them rode on their light of escape and followed True Man Ning Bing, flying out of Bingling City and not stopping until they were thousands of miles away.

Zhenren Ningbing turned around, and the aura of the middle Nascent Soul stage suddenly dissipated.

The sky suddenly dimmed, the cold wind howled, and a thick layer of chill covered the cold and silent wasteland.

Chen Yuan stepped forward, and his pressure was no less than that of Master Ning Bing, and slowly dissipated.

He clasped his fists and bowed: "I would like to ask for your guidance, Brother Ning Bing."

Xiao Chengmo retreated to a distance, and his pupils shrank. He looked at Chen Yuan with eyes full of disbelief.

Ning Bing Zhenren's indifferent and cold expression finally turned serious at this moment, and he bowed slightly: "Please teach me, Brother Chen." (End of this chapter)