Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The young man in black shirt sighed and said:

"With sincerity, gold and stone are opened. For the sake of your wholehearted pursuit of the truth, if you can come out of the cave alive, I will teach you how to cultivate immortality."

Chen Yuan looked serious and said:

"Please wait a moment, Immortal, I will come back as soon as I go!"

Having said that, he took the Boiling Blood Pill without hesitation.

An extremely overbearing medicinal power poured into his limbs and bones. Chen Yuanru was in the furnace, his face turned red, his blood flowed like boiling, and his body seemed to be filled with endless heat.

He did not dare to waste time, so he cupped his fist towards the young man in black shirt, held the night pearl in his hand, and rushed into the cave with a sneaking step.

The young man in black shirt looked at his back and quietly clenched his hands behind his back.

…

After Chen Yuan entered the cave, the endless cold wind blew against his face, blowing on his body like needles pricking him. The wind sounded shrill and the coldness hit him.

Fortunately, after he took the Boiling Blood Pill, his whole body was on fire, which firmly blocked the cold force from his body.

There was only one way forward in the cave, which was deep and unpredictable. Chen Yuan raised the luminous pearl and walked forward.

The cold wind became stronger and stronger, gradually changing from needle pricks to knife cuts.

The black armor on his body was cut open by the cold wind, and turned into rags hanging on his body, making him extremely embarrassed.

Chen Yuan had to squint his eyes and cover his face with one hand and his chest with the other to protect the Yujue elixir in his arms.

But instead of slowing down, the speed of his feet accelerated a bit.

The power of the Boiling Blood Pill is constantly being consumed, and subtle cold forces are beginning to invade the body. Time cannot be lost.

He braved the cold wind and walked deeper into the cave step by step, looking around for the three white herbs.

But after walking for more than ten feet, there was still no trace of the herbs.

There seemed to be only endless wind in the cave, howling shrilly and cutting bloody wounds on Chen Yuan's body.

The blood seeped out and was frozen into ice beads by the cold force. They blew on the mountain wall and shattered into pieces, making a subtle crackling sound.

The power of the Boiling Blood Pill was being consumed faster and faster. Chen Yuan shuddered, gritted his teeth, and accelerated his steps.

Tsk!

The wound opened by the cold wind became deeper and deeper, and the ice beads melted by the blood dropped on the cave wall, making a crackling sound.

Chen Yuan felt as if he was undergoing the punishment of being cut into pieces with thousands of cuts, and there was indescribable severe pain all over his body.

But in his heart he was as calm as ice and as determined as iron, and his feet were even faster.

The two years of torture in his previous life gave him a deep fear of death.

If you go back now, you won't be able to cultivate immortality. A hundred years later, you will still be a handful of loess, which is no different from dying under the cold wind.

He has already enjoyed unimaginable splendor and wealth. He has no attachment to worldly luxury and only has the goal of immortality in his heart.

You can't cultivate immortality, you can only die!

Tsk!

The dark wind was raging like a sword, and the wounds on Chen Yuan's body became deeper and deeper, revealing the white bones as clear as jade, but they were immediately covered by a layer of white frost.

There was not much power left in the Boiling Blood Pill, and the cold force almost froze him.

Chen Yuan's body was covered with a thick layer of white frost, but his feet were made of fine steel and never stopped.

Finally, the power of the Boiling Blood Pill disappeared completely, and white frost slowly climbed up Chen Yuan's face, covering his mouth and nose.

He was forced to slow down and move forward step by step.

Suddenly, a flash of crystal light came into Chen Yuan's eyes.

He looked intently and saw three white spiritual grasses as crystal clear as ice, swaying gently in the endless wind.

Chen Yuan suddenly burst out with strength deep in his body. He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull.

The spiritual grass was not afraid of the raging wind, but its roots were not firmly rooted, and Chen Yuan picked it off easily.

He held the three spiritual grasses in his hands, turned around and walked back.

Traveling with the wind becomes much easier.

Chen Yuan was quickly out of danger. He no longer had to endure the punishment of Ling Chi, and the cold power in his body had also weakened a lot.

Chen Yuan quickened his pace, the cold wind blowing behind him became weaker and weaker, and no new wounds appeared on his body.

Finally, he saw the shimmering entrance of the cave. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly out of the cave.

boom!

Chen Yuan's heart was exhausted and his hands were weak. Ye Mingzhu fell to the ground and rolled to the side.

He staggered towards the young man in black shirt, slowly raised three white spiritual herbs in his hand, and spoke with difficulty:

"Immortal...Immortal, I have brought the spiritual grass for you..."

The young man in black shirt walked over quickly, took the spiritual grass, looked at it carefully for a moment, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He touched the yellow brocade bag on his waist, and the spiritual grass disappeared. A pill appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he handed it to Chen Yuan and said:

"Take this pill."

At this time, Chen Yuan's body was covered with a layer of white frost, and underneath were numerous wounds. The bleeding blood and torn black cloth strips were frozen together, like a man who had been tortured in a prison and then thrown into the middle of winter. A death row inmate who spent three days and three nights in the wild was extremely miserable.

He tremblingly took the elixir and put it into his mouth.

The elixir turns into a stream of clear air at the entrance, falls into the abdomen, and spreads into the limbs and bones along the meridians.

Chen Yuan's whole body became warm, and the coldness in his body quickly dissipated. When he lowered his head, he saw that the hoarfrost on his body had melted away, the wounds were no longer bleeding, and some small wounds had even begun to scab and heal.

He wiped off the remaining water stains on his face after the white frost melted away, and said gratefully:

"Thank you immortal for the elixir!"

The young man in black shirt smiled and said:

"Compared with these three ice grasses, this Qingling Pill is nothing, but I can't do anything about the loss of essence and blood. I can only rely on you to slowly recover."

As he said, he stroked the yellow brocade bag, and a scroll of silk appeared out of thin air in his hand. He handed it to Chen Yuan and said:

"If you get the spiritual herbs for me, I will not break my promise. This "Red Flame Art" is enough for you to practice to the foundation-building stage."

Chen Yuan took the silk book with both hands, his eyes fixed on it, took a deep breath, and said:

"Thank you for the technique!"

The black-shirted young man said lightly:

"I will give you another word. The road to cultivating immortals is to go against the will of heaven, to fight for a line, to fight with the sky, to fight with the earth, to fight with people, and to fight with yourself. Although your spiritual roots are poor, if your heart is firm, you may not be unable to achieve something. Take care of yourself."

After that, he flashed, swept several feet away, came to the edge of the cliff, touched the stone on the cliff, and floated away.

Chen Yuan looked at the gradually shrinking figure of the young man in black shirt, bowed deeply, and straightened his back after a long time.

Looking at the silk book in his hand, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Haha! Hahahaha! Haha... cough cough!"

Chen Yuan laughed several times, and suddenly coughed violently. He hunched his body, staggered to a big rock, leaned against the rock, and slowly sat down.

The medicinal power of Qingling Pill dissipated, and Chen Yuan felt that his body was hollowed out, weak and powerless, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

This should be what the immortal said about the loss of blood and essence...

Chen Yuan's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

...

After an unknown period of time, Chen Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep, jumped up from the ground, and looked around vigilantly.

But then, he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.

His body was still very weak, just a little better, but he still couldn't do much movement.

Chen Yuan supported himself on the stone with his hands and looked around.

The valley was pitch black, with only very faint moonlight and starlight, swaying grass and trees, insects chirping, quiet and peaceful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the stone again, and sat down.

According to the immortal, this valley was the territory of the demon tiger, and no other beasts should dare to approach, so his situation was relatively safe.

But if he didn't replenish the lost blood and essence, he would not be able to get rid of this feeling of weakness.

Chen Yuan clenched his fists, his strength remained, but he couldn't use it at all.

He turned the Six Yang Gong again and found that the true energy in his body was only equivalent to that of a marrow-refining warrior, and it was extremely sluggish.

The physical body and true energy are based on blood and essence. If the blood and essence are damaged, the physical body and true energy will naturally not be able to maintain their original state.

Even the young man in black could not make up for the lost blood and essence. Chen Yuan could only wait for the blood and essence to recover on their own, which would not happen overnight.

Chen Yuan sighed to the sky with mixed feelings.

He did not blame the black-shirted youth. He was not as strong as others, and he was at the mercy of others. He did not dare to refuse the black-shirted youth's order.

If he really encountered a cruel and tyrannical cultivator who forced Chen Yuan to pick the spiritual herbs and then killed him, he would have no way to deal with it.

The black-shirted youth kept his promise and gave him a cultivation method and a pill to recover his injuries. He had done his best.

But it was difficult to recover the blood and essence in his body. How could he cultivate immortality?

He was not worried about his parents, brother and younger sister. Before he went back or confirmed his death, the Fuhu Gang would not dare to touch them.

But he could not practice the cultivation method that he had obtained at the cost of his life. Chen Yuan was anxious and could not help himself.

He looked at the stars and the Milky Way in the sky, the thin crescent moon, his face changed, and his thoughts turned rapidly.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan's eyes lit up and he took out the coarse cloth bag that he had put close to his chest.

The jade ball was his last hope. If even the starlight didn't work, he could only wait patiently for a few years, wait for his blood and essence to recover, and then practice immortality.

Chen Yuan supported the boulder, struggled to get up, and took out the jade ball.

The jade ball emitted a green light, and the stars in the sky shone together, gathering into a faint white light, falling from the sky and landing on Chen Yuan's head.

The familiar cool and numb feeling emerged, Chen Yuan closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the rare moment of comfort.

After twenty breaths, the green light on the jade ball disappeared, the starlight dissipated, and the feeling of weakness and hunger surged up together.

Chen Yuan took out the only five remaining essence pills, swallowed one, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the changes in his body.

After the pills were swallowed, the medicinal power spread into the meridians, and the feeling of hunger dissipated by half, and the feeling of weakness also dissipated a part.

Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists, feeling much stronger than before.

He took another essence pill, and the feeling of hunger in his body completely dissipated, and the feeling of weakness also dissipated a little.

After practicing the Six Yang Gong again, the circulation of true qi became much smoother, and the degree of strength was comparable to that of internal force warriors.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved.

Starlight infusion can really make up for the loss of essence and blood, and he doesn't have to wait for a few years before practicing immortality again.

But this is something that immortals can't do. Could it be that the jade is a more precious treasure than he thought?

Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the jade in his hand, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.