Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan saw nothingness in front of his eyes, not black or white, not blue or red, but a nearly grayish-white nothingness.

He felt as if he was floating on the sea, and as if he was sinking to the bottom of the sea, floating and drifting, and carrying a heavy weight.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering in the sea, it seemed like only one day, and it seemed like a hundred years had passed.

Finally, he woke up from nothingness.

It hurts so much!

There was no part of his body that didn't hurt, as if he was bitten by thousands of ants, or as if he was being cut by thousands of knives, and there was a sharp cone stirring fiercely in his brain.

The scene in front of Chen Yuan changed from nothingness to pitch black. He clenched his teeth, suppressed the severe pain, opened his eyes, and then froze.

In front of him was an old upright beam, which looked like it was made of elm. Above the beam was a yellow mud roof, mottled and cracked, and you could vaguely see the leaking thatch.

Turning his head slightly, there was a narrow window hole, covered with yellow old hemp paper, with many damaged parts.

The sky outside the window was dim and yellow, as if it was already dusk.

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, and he immediately dispersed his consciousness and urged his true essence.

But the next moment, his face changed, and his consciousness could not leave his body, and his true essence could not leave his dantian!

Chen Yuan hurriedly looked inside himself, and his body suddenly tensed.

In the soul space, his soul was extremely illusory, as thin as light smoke, and seemed to be able to dissipate at any time.

Most of the meridians in his body were broken, and the most important meridians were also torn everywhere. The walls of the meridians that were tough in the past were as thin as cicada wings, and the true essence could not flow at all.

The originally vigorous and pure blood in his body was now less than 20%, and his origin was greatly damaged, weak and powerless.

He had lost all his strength at this moment, and was no different from an ordinary person.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand and touched his chest. The brocade bag containing the jade pendant disappeared, and his soul was immediately scattered, struggling to sit up.

He looked down and saw that he was sleeping on a dirt bed, which was very similar to the dirt bed he slept on in Chenjia Village in the past.

The bed was covered with a straw mat, the edges of which were severely worn and many broken pieces were exposed, but it was wiped clean.

He also changed his clothes into a linen short coat with several patches on it, which had been washed white.

His original white robes were neatly folded at the head of the bed, spotless.

This was obtained from the mustard ring of a Jindan cultivator he didn't know where, and it was comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon, which could avoid water, fire, wind and dust, and stretch as he wished.

Next to the white robes, the brocade bag containing the jade pendant was opened, and half of the jade pendant was exposed, lying quietly in the brocade bag, and next to it were several mustard rings of Chen Yuan.

A clay bowl with a missing corner was placed aside, and it contained half a bowl of water, which was slightly turbid.

Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

This is a thatched house, with walls made of yellow mud bricks, with a piece of withered grass stubble occasionally exposed. In addition to the earthen bed he was lying on, there was an unpainted wooden cabinet with the door closed.

Two bows were hung on the wall, one intact and the other with a broken bowstring. An iron spear and a cut bamboo spear stood upright at the head of the bed, stained with dark red blood, but all were spotless.

A bamboo curtain was hung on the door, and a long and soft breathing sound could be heard, as well as a chaotic sound, as if they were packing up.

Chen Yuan's origin was damaged and his injuries were extremely serious, causing his seven orifices to be blocked. His five senses, which were sharp in the past, also became dull, but he could still hear the movements within one or two feet clearly.

He was moved in his heart, and suddenly coughed twice: "Cough cough!"

This seemed to be a poor hunter's family. They let him lie on the earthen bed and did not take away his clothes and belongings. They should be kind people.

"Are you awake?"

A crisp voice came into Chen Yuan's ears along with a burst of hurried footsteps, full of surprise.

Swish.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, and a young woman came in, came to the earthen bed, and looked at Chen Yuan: "Are you feeling better?"

Chen Yuan stared at her. The woman was about 29 years old, with no makeup on her face, slightly yellow skin, delicate eyebrows, and a pair of big eyes blinking gently, looking up and down at Chen Yuan, with concern and a hint of fear.

The girl had black hair, casually tied on her head, with messy hair scattered, adding a bit of youthful breath.

She was wearing a khaki coarse cloth dress, revealing half of her wheat-colored arms. The rough clothes could not cover her graceful figure. She was wearing cool straw sandals on her feet, revealing a pair of beautiful feet.

Chen Yuan raised his hand with difficulty and bowed: "Thank you... this girl, may I ask where this is?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two rough stones colliding with each other, which was very unpleasant.

The girl seemed to be startled and slightly retracted her hand, but she was relieved when she heard Chen Yuan's polite words, and smiled: "This is Qingshan Village, you are quite polite, drink some water!"

Her voice was like an oriole, crisp and pleasant.

As she said, she sat down by the bed, picked up the earthenware bowl on the bedside, and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to take it, but the girl shook her head: "You don't have the strength, let me feed you."

"Then I'll trouble you, girl." Chen Yuan put down his hands, and his expression was slightly unnatural.

He had never been served like this before.

The girl saw that Chen Yuan was very polite, and the slight fear in her eyes disappeared, and handed the earthenware bowl to Chen Yuan's mouth.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, took two sips of water, and saw his face at this moment.

Looking at the pale, zombie-like face in the water, Chen Yuan finally understood why there was a hint of fear in the girl's eyes.

He has seen too many monks with strange looks, as well as ferocious monsters and ferocious beasts. Such appearances are extremely ordinary in his eyes.

But in the eyes of this delicate and innocent girl, she must be no different from a monster.

Facing Chen Yuan with this face, the girl was obviously afraid, but not disgusted at all, which made Chen Yuan feel a trace of gratitude in his heart.

He raised his head and forced a smile: "Thank you, girl. Before I fell into coma, I remember that I fell... fell in the forest, but did the girl save me?"

The girl put the earthenware bowl aside and shook her head: "I'm not that capable. It was dad and brother who carried you back from the mountains."

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Dare you ask the girl her name?"

The girl hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I don't have a big name. My parents gave me a nickname, Qinglan. You wait first, and I will call my father and mother over."

An inexplicable blush appeared on her cheeks, and she turned around and walked out of the room, her steps a little hasty.

After a while, a thick voice came in: "Is that weirdo awake?"

Qinglan's voice then sounded: "Dad, he is not a weirdo, he knows etiquette, just... just..."

"You're still injured and you're not dead, so why aren't you a weirdo?"

Wow.

The bamboo curtain was opened, and a group of people filed in and came to Chen Yuan's bed.

The leader was a middle-aged man, with a thin build and a weathered face. He was wearing a linen short coat and had a pair of exposed arms with knotted muscles.

Behind him were Qing Lan and a tall and thin young man with thick eyebrows and bright eyes, who were looking at Chen Yuan curiously.

Finally, there was a middle-aged woman wearing an apron. There were still water stains on her hands. She wiped them gently on the apron and looked at Chen Yuan with concern.

Chen Yuan used his left hand to support the earthen bed and endured the severe pain, trying to get off the bed.

Qing Lan wanted to come up to help, but the middle-aged man raised his hand to stop him. He stepped forward personally, held Chen Yuan's arms, and said, "Your injury is not healed yet. Sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan did not force himself to stand up, but sat down and bowed his hands: "Thank you very much for your help. I'm polite. May I ask your name?"

Seeing Chen Yuan's refined manner, the middle-aged man said with a hint of respect in his tone: "Are you a scholar?"

Chen Yuandao: "I have been studying for several years."

The middle-aged man's attitude was more respectful: "My name is Li Dalong, you can just call me Dalong."

Chen Yuan shook his head: "I heard what Qinglan said, I was rescued by your Excellency and your son. How can I call you by my name, Uncle Li, thank you very much."

The middle-aged man Li Dalong laughed, the wrinkles on his face bunched up like chrysanthemums: "Young Master, you are so polite. I wonder what I call you?"

"Chen Yuan."

Li Dalong nodded: "It turns out to be Mr. Chen, why did you become... like this?"

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Chen went to the mountains to play, and accidentally got separated from his entourage. He was bitten by a venomous snake and was poisoned. Fortunately, he took the antidote pill in time. Now he is fine and only needs to rest for a few days. God, you will be cured.”

Li Dalong breathed a sigh of relief, and the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes asked curiously: "What kind of snake is so powerful? Do you still remember what that snake looks like?"

Li Dalong frowned and said, "Tie Zhu, don't be rude!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, is this your master?"

Li Dalong said: "The dog Li Tiezhu... still hasn't paid homage to Mr. Chen!"

The young man Li Tiezhu looked at Chen Yuan curiously and imitated his example, cupping his fists and saluting in an nondescript manner: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Yuan smiled: "You don't have to be polite. If you two hadn't come to rescue me, I would have been eaten by wild beasts in the mountains... How many days have I been unconscious?"

Li Dalong said: "It has been five days. I don't know what kind of illness the young master has, and I can't afford a doctor. I can only let Qinglan boil some herbs collected from the mountains and give it to the young master to drink. Thank God, the young master finally Wake up."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly and was about to say something when suddenly a sharp pain hit him and he coughed twice.

Li Dalong said quickly: "Young master, you should rest first."

He helped Chen Yuan lie down, and Qing Lan also came up to help, asking in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"

Chen Yuan shook his head: "Thank you, Miss Qinglan, I'm not hungry yet."

After the two laid Chen Yuan down, Li Dalong glanced at the mustard ring and white gown on the bedside, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said: "If anything happens to you, young master, just give me your orders."

Chen Yuan nodded, and the four of them exited the room.

"Dad, didn't you want to save Mr. Chen before? Why are you so polite to Mr. Chen now?" Li Tiezhu's puzzled voice reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Li Dalong chuckled and lowered his voice: "What do you know? It's okay if you don't save him. Since you save him, you should treat him with courtesy."

"This Mr. Chen is wearing so luxurious clothes and has such expensive bracelets. We rescued him. Can he not express his feelings?"

Another thick voice sounded: "Master, why don't you just ask Mr. Chen for some money? Those herbs you collected can be sold for a lot of copper coins!"

Li Dalong's voice was serious, "What are you talking about? Scholars value face most. If we ask for it directly, we will annoy them."

"You can't take the initiative to bring up this kind of thing. I see that Master Chen is polite and doesn't look down on our hunter family. He doesn't seem like the kind of ungrateful person. When he recovers from his injury, he should give us some money."

"Dad, we don't want money. Let's ask Master Chen to help us go to the county to sue the officials, sue that Li Wenju!" Li Tiezhu said excitedly.

"This..." Li Dalong's voice became hesitant, "Let's talk about this later. Let's go to dinner first. Qinglan, you serve a bowl of porridge, let it cool down first, and send it to Master Chen after dinner."

"Okay, Dad..."

The sound of a bamboo curtain shaking sounded, and several people walked out of the outer room, and their voices gradually became lower.

Chen Yuan lay on the bed, listening to the conversation of several people, smiled slightly, and shook his head.

This family is so simple, and when he recovers from his injury, he will be rich and prosperous for life.

In fact, even if Li Dalong and Li Tiezhu didn't help him, he would be fine.

After Chen Yuan wiped out the blue light spots in his body, he flew deep into the Nine Immortal Continent, thousands of miles deep.

The blood escape technique finally failed. He felt that he had completely gotten rid of the ancestor Yuntian, so he dropped the escape light and wanted to find a place to heal his injuries.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan's injuries suddenly broke out, and he fell into a coma and fell from the air. Then he was unconscious until he woke up today.

Now that I think about it, it should be during the escape that the injuries continued to worsen, and the meridians, soul, and blood were all damaged. He kept suppressing it, and finally couldn't suppress it anymore and broke out forcibly.

For ordinary cultivators, such a serious injury is extremely difficult.

The soul is better, and it only needs to be nurtured for a period of time to recover on its own.

But the meridians and blood are damaged, and they need extremely rare spiritual medicine to recover.

But Chen Yuan is different. He looks indifferent, just lying quietly on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

The sky outside the window is getting dark, and the room is dim.

Crash.

The bamboo curtain swayed, and Qinglan came in with a clay bowl, sat down beside the bed, and said softly: "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen, have a bowl of porridge."

Chen Yuan sat up and took the clay bowl, which was filled with half a bowl of thick rice porridge.

Qinglan said: "You haven't eaten for a few days, you can't eat greasy food, drink a bowl of porridge first, and I will stew wild boar meat for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Miss Qinglan." Chen Yuan smiled and slowly drank the bowl of rice porridge.

He ate wind and drank dew, and had been fasting for many years, so he didn't need to eat, but he didn't want to shock the world, so he drank the bowl of rice porridge.

Qinglan took the clay bowl and blinked her big eyes a few times: "Go to sleep quickly, call me if you have anything, I will sleep in the outer room."

Chen Yuan nodded, and Qinglan got up and walked out of the room.

He looked at Qinglan's back, and a smile appeared on his face.

In fact, he could have gotten up and left at this moment, and found a place to heal his wounds by himself, without having to bother pretending to be a seriously injured mortal.

Although he was weak and powerless, and could not activate his true essence, his body was still indestructible, and even the best spiritual weapons could hardly hurt him, so he was not afraid of the wild beasts in the mountains.

But Chen Yuan never felt that he was superior to others after cultivating immortality, and thus regarded mortals as ants.

He could call Li Dalong, who was much younger than him, "Uncle Li", and would be grateful for Qinglan's meticulous care for him.

The mortal world is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, and mortals are insignificant. Although Chen Yuan has embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, isn't he also in the mortal world? (End of this chapter)