Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

As the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he stroked his storage bag, and a green flying boat about a foot long appeared in front of him.

He pinched the spell with his hand, and a light blue magic thread came out of his fingertips and injected it into the flying boat, muttering something in his mouth.

The flying boat gradually grew larger until it was ten feet long, and then it stopped.

The middle-aged monk's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his figure swayed, and he came to the flying boat and said in a deep voice:

"Get up quickly!"

Everyone did not dare to delay, and they all performed the light body technique and rushed to the boat.

More than 20 Lingyun sect disciples stationed in Zhaoxian Valley also came to the boat together.

"Get up!"

The middle-aged monk pinched the spell with his hand, and the flying boat slowly rose into the air, turned the bow of the boat and flew towards the Lingyun Mountains.

The other 19 foundation-building monks all drove the escape light, followed the flying boat around, and returned to the mountain gate.

The lively Zhaoxian Valley became quiet again, waiting for the next Ascension Conference ten years later.

…

The speed of the flying boat was not fast, but it was extremely stable, and there was a layer of green light shield to block the fierce gale in the sky.

Chen Yuan stood on the edge of the flying boat, overlooking the mountains and rivers passing by below, and the vast forests, feeling envious.

I don’t know when he can successfully build a foundation, fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and proudly swim in the sea of ​​clouds.

Half an hour later, a cloud that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared in front of the flying boat, reaching the sky, like a ten-thousand-foot cloud wall, dividing the sky and the earth in half.

The flying boat slowly stopped, and the middle-aged monk took out a jade card with cloud patterns and threw it forward.

The jade card shone brightly, and the clouds slowly flowed around.

On the huge cloud wall, a ten-foot-sized circular passage appeared.

The middle-aged monk urged his magic power, and the flying boat slowly flew into the passage.

Behind the flying boat, the clouds and fog closed again, and the flying boat was surrounded by thick clouds in all directions, up and down, front and back.

A quarter of an hour later, the clouds in front of the flying boat gradually became thinner until they disappeared completely.

An endless mountain range came into Chen Yuan's sight.

More than a dozen thousand-foot peaks pierced the sky, with lush pines and cypresses, towering ancient trees, waterfalls, gurgling springs, cranes spreading their wings, and white apes playing.

Halls and pavilions, jade buildings, dotted the area, and long stone steps and corridors, like ropes tied to the mountainside, connected the buildings.

Looking down, beams of light shuttled back and forth, and cultivators flew across the valleys between the mountains, as small as ants.

The cultivators on the boat were all shocked, even Xue Lin, Song Qingru and others who came from the immortal cultivation family were no exception.

Only Chen Yuan looked normal. He had seen scenes that were hundreds and thousands of times more magnificent than this. This immortal scene was not as shocking as the ten-thousand-foot cloud wall.

The flying boat slowly lowered its altitude and landed on the top of one of the peaks.

Without the middle-aged cultivator's instructions, everyone performed the light body technique and flew down the flying boat.

The cultivators who passed the Ascension Conference stood together, while the Lingyun Sect's Qi-refining disciples stood in another place.

This was a huge square, with a large hall in front of it, and the three characters "Inquiry Hall" were written on the plaque.

Fifteen of the nineteen foundation-building cultivators who followed the flying boat left after entering the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate, leaving only four.

The black-faced cultivator who reminded Chen Yuan was also among them.

The middle-aged cultivator put away the flying boat, swept his eyes over everyone, and said to a cultivator:

"Follow me into the hall, and the others wait outside the hall."

The cultivator who was called was a casual cultivator, and he quickly saluted the middle-aged cultivator, followed him, and walked into the Inquiry Hall.

Two foundation-building cultivators followed him into the Inquiry Hall, and the other two cultivators stayed outside the hall.

Chen Yuan looked at the deep gate of the Heart-Searching Hall, and the information about the Lingyun Sect's Ascension Conference that he had painstakingly collected emerged in his mind.

After passing the Ascension Conference, the cultivators still need to go through a heart-searching array test and answer a few questions. Only after passing can they officially enter.

These questions are related to the cultivator's origin and the intention of joining the Lingyun Sect. They are not concerned at all with the cultivator's own qualifications, cultivation, and magic weapon opportunities.

If not, Chen Yuan would not dare to participate in the Ascension Conference.

The secret of Yu Jue must not be exposed.

A quarter of an hour later, the casual cultivator followed the black-faced cultivator and walked out of the hall with a dazed look in his eyes.

A Lingyun Sect Qi Refining disciple greeted him:

"Junior brother, please follow me."

The casual cultivator hurriedly saluted:

"Thank you, senior brother."

The two turned to leave, and the black-faced cultivator glanced at Chen Yuan and said:

"You follow me."

After that, he turned and walked into the hall, and Chen Yuan hurriedly followed.

After entering the hall, the two walked for a while and came to a tall stone statue.

The stone statue was about ten feet tall, and was an old man in a Taoist robe, with three long beards and a dignified face.

There was a cushion in front of the stone statue, and a middle-aged monk stood beside it, holding a jade bottle in his hand.

He poured out a black pill from the jade bottle, raised his hand slightly, and the pill flew in front of Chen Yuan.

"Take this heart-searching pill and accept the heart-searching test. After passing it, you will officially become a disciple of our sect."

Chen Yuan's face changed when he heard it.

The entrance test of Lingyun Sect was obviously the heart-searching array, when did it become the heart-searching pill?

He took the pill and asked:

"Senior, what is this heart-searching pill? I heard before that the entrance test of our sect is a heart-searching array..."

The middle-aged monk said lightly:

"Since the last entrance test, it has been changed to the heart-searching pill. This pill will only make you tell the truth. It has the effect of nourishing the consciousness, which is beneficial and harmless."

Chen Yuan wanted to ask again, but faced the middle-aged monk's cold gaze and finally gave up the idea.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Now that you have entered the Hall of Asking the Heart, no matter what the Asking Heart Pill is, you have to take it bravely.

He gritted his teeth, took the Questioning Pill, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

After a while, a wave of sleepiness came over me.

Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He felt that he had entered a gray space, and there was a light red transparent shadow sitting in front of him, which looked exactly like him.

There are traces of white clouds surrounding the phantom, rising gradually from bottom to top.

When the white cloud and mist rose to Xuying's chest, Xuying's body suddenly emitted a burst of silver light, piercing the cloud and mist!

Under the silver light, the clouds and mist quickly melted away and turned into nothingness.

Chen Yuan suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

The middle-aged monk said in surprise:

"How can the Heart-Questing Pill take effect so quickly?"

The black-faced monk frowned:

"It should be that this person's soul is weak and cannot resist the power of the Heart-Questing Pill."

The middle-aged monk nodded:

"Then let's start asking questions...what's your name?"

Chen Yuan did not dare to show any abnormality and answered honestly:

"Chen Yuan."

"what country are you from?"

"People from Qi."

"Are you a demonic monk?"

"no."

"Why do you want to join the Lingyun Sect?"

"Only by joining the six sects can I have a chance to build a foundation."

"Are you sent by Ziyang Sect, Guiyuan Sect, Netherworld Valley, Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, and Tiangang Sword Sect to Lingyun Sect to inquire about information?"

"no."

"Are you sent to Lingyun Sect by other immortal cultivating families to inquire about information?"

"no."

"What kind of skills do you practice?"

"Red Flame Jue."

"Have you accepted a mission from a mysterious person or mysterious force to find out about the Lingyun Sect?"

"No."

"Where did you practice before joining the Lingyun Sect?"

"Huanyuefang City."

The middle-aged monk asked nine questions in a row before stopping.

Throughout the process, Chen Yuan answered honestly.

The black-faced monk smiled and said:

"It seems there is nothing wrong with this person."

The middle-aged monk asked again:

"Tell me your spiritual experience in detail."

Chen Yuan's thoughts changed rapidly and he replied slowly:

"I was originally a martial artist. I accidentally met a monk in the Chimang Mountains and had to teach him the skills..."

He concealed the Five Spiritual Roots, the Starlight Infusion, the killing of Master Duan Fang, the secret method of magic, etc., but he did not conceal the identity of the alchemist.

The black-faced monk said in surprise:

"This person is actually an alchemist."

The middle-aged monk said calmly:

"It is indeed not easy for an alchemist to pass the Immortal Ascension Conference."

He raised his hand and brushed Chen Yuan's head, injected a bit of magic power, and shouted:

"wake up!"

Chen Yuan felt a chill surge from the bottom of his heart and shuddered instinctively.

He blinked his eyes, imitating the appearance of the casual cultivator who just walked out of the Wenxin Hall, with a dazed look in his eyes, looking at the middle-aged cultivator, and said confusedly:

"What's wrong with me?"

The middle-aged monk said calmly:

"Chen Yuan, you have passed the test of questioning your mind. From today on, you are a disciple of my Lingyun Sect. Get up quickly and salute Ling Yunzi, the founder of our sect!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and bowed down.

"Disciple Chen Yuan, pay homage to the Patriarch Ling Yunzi!"

The middle-aged monk said solemnly:

"After you get started, you must practice diligently and don't slack off!"

"I will follow the teachings of my seniors and my disciples will keep it in mind!"

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly:

"Now that you've entered the door, just call me Master Uncle and go out."

"Yes, uncle."

Chen Yuan saluted the middle-aged monk and followed the black-faced monk out of the hall.

The black-faced monk suddenly said:

"Master Nephew Chen is an alchemist?"

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, and then he replied:

"Uncle Master has a keen eye and his disciple is an alchemist."

The black-faced monk touched his storage bag, took out a talisman, and handed it to Chen Yuan:

"Let me give you a piece of advice, don't be in a hurry to accept the sect's mission. Come to Suolong Peak to find me tomorrow morning."

Chen Yuan took it and saw that it was a transmission note.

"Yes, I will obey my uncle's teachings."

He put away the transmission talisman, and the two of them just walked out of the hall.

A Qi Refining disciple from the Lingyun Sect came up to him:

"Junior Brother Chen, please come with me."

Chen Yuan looked closely and saw that this person was the senior brother Yuan he saw when he came to Zhaoxian Valley.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yuan."

Chen Yuan followed him and walked out of the square.

Suddenly, a thin voice sounded in Chen Yuan's ears:

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Chen for passing the Heart-Questioning Test."

Chen Yuan turned around and saw Xue Lin looking this way with a smile on his face.

Chen Yuan nodded to him, turned and left.

…

After Chen Yuan and Brother Yuan left the square, they used the light body technique and walked down the mountain along a long stone staircase.

Senior Brother Yuan took the initiative and said:

"Junior Brother Chen, I will take you to the Weapon Refining Pavilion to receive the standard robes, magical tools, and storage bags of our disciples. Then I will take you to the Sutra Collection Pavilion to receive the basic skills."

Chen Yuan said doubtfully:

"Basic skills?"

“According to the rules of our sect, after a disciple enters the sect, he can receive a basic practice method from the Sutra Pavilion. Of course, this is just a formality for Junior Brother Chen. Come, let me introduce you to the mountain gate of our sect. Over there is the Weapon Refining Pavilion. All the magic tools and spiritual tools of our sect are refined by the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Let’s go there first to receive the storage bag and standard magic tools…”