Chapter 582 Level 10

After sending Qin Lian away, Chen Yuan meditated and practiced in the cave, waiting for him to bring the Spirit Grass Demon Pill to complete the transaction.

Qin Lian did not let him wait too long. The next day, he handed the wooden horned rhinoceros, star-breaking flower and a level nine demon pill to Chen Yuan and took away the nine magic weapons.

Three days later, Chen Yuan was meditating and practicing, and Qin Lian came to visit him again, and a middle-aged monk was also following him.

Chen Yuan welcomed the two into the cave and took their seats separately.

Qin Lian introduced: "This is fellow Taoist Lu Tinglu, the head of the Heshan Sect in Jingzhou."

The middle-aged monk clasped his fists and bowed, and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Mr. Lu is polite."

"Listen to what fellow Daoist Qin said, fellow Daoist wants to exchange a bottle of early stage of the Nascent Soul elixir for a thousand-year-old body-tempering spiritual herb."

"There is a lotus in Lu's hand, and I'm willing to exchange it with fellow Taoists."

Chen Yuan had never heard of the Heshan Sect, but his spiritual consciousness swept through the middle-aged monk and found that he had only the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation.

This Heshan Sect seems to be just an ordinary medium-sized sect.

Chen Yuan bowed and returned the gift: Fellow Taoist, can you please take a look at the earth core lotus? ”

"Fellow Taoist, please check it out." The middle-aged monk took out a wooden box with his hand, took off the spirit sealing talisman, and opened the lid of the box.

A green lotus came into view, and the lotus petals bloomed, stacked layer by layer.

Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness swept over the green lotus and nodded slightly: "This earth core lotus should be more than 1,400 years old, and it is even better than the ordinary thousand-year-old body-tempering spiritual herb..."

The middle-aged monk sighed: "To be honest, this earth core lotus has grown in the spiritual medicine garden of this sect for more than 600 years, devouring a lot of spiritual energy. If it is replaced by other spiritual herbs, it has long been refined into pills..."

Chen Yuan smiled, took out a jade bottle with his hand and handed it to the middle-aged monk: "I'll accept this bottle of elixir."

The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up. He reached out to take the jade bottle, opened the bottle plug, tilted it slightly, poured out a pill, put it in the palm of his palm, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, he smiled and poured out other pills one by one, and carefully checked them all.

A full quarter of an hour later, he took all the pills back into the jade bottle and smiled and said, "Although Lu cannot recognize this pill, he has abundant spiritual energy, enough to exchange for this earth core lotus."

"Then this bottle of elixir belongs to fellow Taoist." Chen Yuan raised his sleeve and flicked it, closed the wooden box again, and put it in the mustard seed ring.

The middle-aged monk then put away the jade bottle and smiled: "Fellow Daoist!"

After the transaction was completed, everyone was very happy. The three of them exchanged greetings for a while and exchanged their experience in practicing. A day later, the middle-aged monk said goodbye and left.

This is just the beginning. Practice pills and top-grade spirit stones are both hard currency. After Qin Lian released the news, Nascent Soul cultivators came one after another with body-tempering spirit grass and level nine demon pills to trade with Chen Yuan.

Although the body-tempering spiritual herb is rare, Jingzhou is located in the center of the Nine Immortals, rich and rich, and there is no giant sect in charge. Since ancient times, it has been a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, and the number of Nascent Soul cultivators has always been one of the best.

The remaining two bottles of Nascent Soul Early Physicians were exchanged for a thousand-year-old body-tempering spirit herb and a level nine demon pill within one month.

The seventy spirit stones were exchanged for two levels of ninth demon pills by an elder of the Jiuli Sect’s Nascent Soul.

Chen Yuan got four body-tempering spiritual herbs in total, but except for that earth core lotus, the other three spirit herbs are very ordinary, and the body-tempering effect is not as good as the iron wire grass spiritual liquid.

Chen Yuan was worried that these four body-tempering spirit herbs would still not allow the body to break through the bottleneck. After weighing the trade-offs, he took out the best spirit stone in exchange for a thousand-year body-tempering spirit herbs.

In addition, he also took out two top-quality spiritual materials and wanted to exchange them for two level nine demon pills.

He obtained five top-quality spiritual materials from Kunhai, Elder Gu, Old Ancestor Yuntian and others, but in fact, none of them were suitable for use.

When Qin Lian saw Chen Yuan take out thirty top-quality spirit stones and two top-quality spirit materials again, he was already a little numb.

As a famous weapon refining master in the entire Nine Immortal Continent, he has a wealth of wealth, even surpassing many mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

But in front of Chen Yuan, he could only accept the disadvantage.

In Qin Lian's eyes, the mustard seed ring on Chen Yuan's right wrist was a treasure pot. Even if he took out the top-level magic weapon the next moment, Qin Lian was not surprised.

Even compared with some great monks, Chen Yuan's wealth is not inferior.

But he did not do what he wanted. After waiting for Wanling Peak for three months, no one used the ninth-level demon pill to exchange for the best spiritual materials.

Unlike Donghuazhou, Jiuxianzhou is much richer, and top-quality spiritual materials are not very scarce.

On the contrary, the ninth-level demon pill needs to be obtained from the ninth-level demon king, which is extremely rare.

The Nascent Soul cultivator is willing to exchange the ninth-level demon pill for pills or top-grade spirit stones that can improve his cultivation, but is unwilling to exchange for the top-grade spirit materials that can only refine magic weapons.

Chen Yuan got nothing and no longer wasted time. He bid farewell to Qin Lian and returned to Renzhou.

After he returned to the cave, Li Qingshan happened to come out of the pass and asked him about the difficulties in practicing.

Chen Yuan gave Li Qingshan some advice, then blocked the cave and began to refine pills.

A year later, Chen Yuan successfully refined thirty body-tempering spiritual pills and twenty-four level nine demon essence pills. He also improved a lot of effort in alchemy and faintly touched the threshold of 70% pill-making rate.

There is almost no grand master of alchemy who has so many opportunities to refine elixirs like Chen Yuan. Even the alchemists of the ten major sects are far from that.

While refining the alchemy, Chen Yuan never forgot about the starlight infusion, and his body slowly approached the level ten bottleneck.

He put away the alchemy furnace, got up and went to the cultivation room, took out a ground lotus pill made of the earth core lotus, and swallowed it into his belly.

The Earth Lotus Pill turned into a violent green spiritual energy, surging like a river, entering the meridians.

Chen Yuan was calm and calm, and he used his skills. His strong meridians were like river embankments, firmly binding this spiritual energy.

After circulating for thirty-six cycles, it turned into strands of extremely pure spiritual power, penetrated into the limbs and bones, forcing out extremely deep impurities hidden inside it, strengthening his body.

I don’t know the years of my cultivation, and there is no time in the mountains.

In a blink of an eye, five years passed.

Chen Yuan refined all the fifty-four pills, and finally got what he wanted, and his body broke through that bottleneck.

From then on, his body was comparable to that of the level ten demon king, and he was enough to look down on this world.

After refining twenty-four level nine demon essence pills, his cultivation also made rapid progress and was approaching the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Just refine two more bottles of pills to touch the bottleneck in the later stage.

But unfortunately, Chen Yuan no longer has the ninth-level demon pill in his hand, nor does he have the thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

He had previously consumed Qin Lian's connections with the Spirit Grass Demon Pill through Qin Lian.

Even if Qin Lian asked for help, he could no longer find a Nascent Soul cultivator who could take out the ninth-level demon pill and the thousand-year-old spiritual herb.

In desperation, Chen Yuan had no choice but to stop practicing and take out the Green Bull Demon Pill.

He stared at this level ten demon pill that looked ordinary and far from comparable to the ice phoenix, black turtle, and golden dragon, but he couldn't help but think of the roll of the skin of the God-turning Kun Fish.

The light is introverted, and the magical things are hidden.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, put away the demon pill again, got up and walked out of the cultivation room.

There was no sound transmission note left by Li Qingshan in the stone hall. Chen Yuan raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the gate of the cave that had been closed for several years was slowly opened.

The sun shone on Chen Yuan's shoulders. He walked out of the cave and came to the edge of the cliff.

It was deep winter at this moment, and the cold wind was whistling, but it could not blow Chen Yuan's sleeves.

Looking around, the mountains are undulating and covered with silver, and occasionally a few withered and yellow dots are dotted among them, making them even more lonely.

The sky was clear, like a transparent blue crystal, without a cloud, all turned into snowflakes and fell to the earth.

Chen Yuan's slightly lonely state of mind became resurrected because of meditation for several years.

He smiled slightly, stepped out, walked towards the county town in the distance.

Chen Yuan Cave Mansion is less than a hundred miles away from the county town. In just a while, he came over the county town and descended the escape light.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The cold wind was blocked by the Fengyuan Mountains, and the smoke above the county town was hazy. It was the smoke from cooking fires coming out of every household, intertwined, protecting this area of ​​peace in winter.

Chen Yuan landed on a street, and pedestrians walked in a hurry, no one noticed his figure.

The doors of shops on the street are closed, and every household has the word "Fu" and couplets, such as "Three Yangs begin, Four Orders begin", "Peaceful Day every year, good spring every year", etc. The pen is like dragons and snakes, and the ink marks are deeply.

The sound of firecrackers was endless, and several children wearing thick cotton coats and bloated bodies stumbled out of the alley.

They deliberately stepped on the snow and made a creaking sound. They held the windmill and rattle in their hands, raised their hands high, carefree, and the laughter was crisp, mixed with the sound of drums, but it was not noisy, which was very pleasant.

At the end of the street, several young Confucian scholars dressed in plain clothes bowed and congratulated each other, chatting and laughing, and their eyebrows were flying, and they walked towards this side.

When they saw the children running over, they laughed and avoided them.

A carriage slowly drove from the other side. The old coachman smiled, holding the reins in one hand and holding the whip in the other. He whipped it with a long shout, as if singing a song, driving the cart. The slow horse.

Thick cotton cloth was hung on the front of the carriage and on both sides to block the cold air.

As they passed by the young Confucian scholars, the cotton cloth on one window was lifted up, revealing a pretty face wearing a soft hat.

She looked at the tall and heroic one among the young Confucian scholars, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, the young Confucian scholars looked here, the girl's face turned red, she quickly put down the cotton cloth, and the carriage slowly drove into the distance.

Several Confucian scholars suddenly started to make a fuss, surrounding the heroic Confucian scholars in the middle, and constantly making fun of them.

The heroic Confucian scholar's face was flushed and he was speechless, not knowing how to refute it, but he occasionally looked at the carriage that was moving away, with a little admiration in his eyes.

Chen Yuan left the pass today, which is the New Year Festival.

On the first day of the first lunar month, whether it is a rich lady or a commoner, they are celebrating the New Year, and the atmosphere of joy lingers in the entire county town.

Chen Yuan smiled and walked on the street, watching all this, without deliberately dissipating his spiritual sense, as if he had become a mortal again.

He can't remember how long it took for him to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

Every day, I either open the furnace to refine the alchemy, meditate and practice, or fight with others, and never stop for a day.

Since you have entered the realm of cultivation, you must fight for the life span, and there will be no peace for a moment, and you must not relax at all.

Chen Yuan silently experienced the festive atmosphere in the county town. The New Year is the end of the old year and the beginning of the new year.

In the past year, no matter how much pain, troubles, or sorrows there have been, I have been left aside and enjoyed a few days of happiness.

The laughter and the firecrackers quietly fell into Chen Yuan's quiet heart lake, causing ripples.

Before he knew it, he traveled around most of the county town and came to a broken land temple in the southeast corner of the county town.

A young man with loose hair was wearing a tattered cotton jacket and huddled in a corner of the main hall of the dilapidated temple, avoiding the cold wind and lit a pile of firewood.

He held a dead branch in his hand and strung a thin duck, put it in the fire, flipped it constantly, and showed a happy smile on his face covered with wood ash.

Chen Yuan stopped, stood beside the boy, and silently watched him roast duck.

The boy obviously rarely eats such delicious food. He can't master the heat well, and his skin is already a little charred and exudes a faint smell of paste.

But the boy didn't care at all. After grilling for a while, he put the duck to his mouth and bite a bite of the meat that was not much.

He was so scalded that he kept breathing, but he couldn't bear to spit out the meat in his mouth. He chewed it hard for a few bites and swallowed it hard.

The boy swallowed it voraciously, and soon finished a duck and whispered all the bones carefully.

I chewed all the things I could chewed, and swallowed them, and didn't even let go of the oil on my hands, and licked them all cleanly.

After eating the duck, the boy got up and walked behind the already broken land statue publication, and carried out a pile of hay and a bed of dirty quilts with several exposed wool.

He carefully spread the hay on the edge of the fire, smoothed it out carefully with his hands, carefully put the corners of the edges and corners, covered it with a quilt, and curled it up.

Through the broken roof of the main hall of the temple, the boy looked up at the sunset that was about to set in the sky.

He licked his lips with unsatisfactory feelings, closed his eyes and fell asleep, with a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and no matter how dark or thick the gray it was, it could not be covered.

Chen Yuan looked at the boy lying on the haystack, but remembered himself who could only sleep on the dirt bed with his younger sister before leaving Chenjia Village.

He sighed softly, dissipated his spiritual sense and swept through the boy.

The boy has no spiritual roots, he is just an ordinary mortal.

Chen Yuan shook his head and pointed a little. A stream of light shot out and flew into the boy's body.

The boy frowned, as if he was in pain, but he did not wake up.

Chen Yuan temporarily compiled a volume of martial arts skills, which can be comparable to the highest magical skills in the mortal martial arts world. It doesn’t matter whether a young man can become a congenital martial artist as long as he succeeds in his cultivation.

But as a beggar, how he found enough meat, refined essence into qi, and made up for the consumption of martial arts practice depends on his own ability.

Chen Yuan turned around and walked out of the ruined temple, and flew into the sky with a roll of light.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he returned to the cave, came to the cultivation room, sat cross-legged, took out the jade pendant that Jing Shuhan gave him, looked at it, and slowly rubbed it.

After a long time, Chen Yuan put away his jade pendant, looked solemn, and took out the Green Bull Demon Pill with his hand. (End of this chapter)