Chapter 291: Transformation from Mortal to Immortal
Bullying the cat is too much!
How could there be such a human race in this world? !
It's even more disgusting to cats than the devil!
"Can't do it? If you can't do it, come back and I'll do it."
Meow~
I can do it! I can do it!
The little kitten, full of resentment, responded quickly. At this time, Jun Yan realized that everything it was thinking seemed to be transparent to the human.
Meow~
Master, I like you so much, I love you so much!
I am willing to live and die for you!
I want to be with you forever and ever, even in reincarnation.
"If you disgust me again, I will lock you up until you die. Do you believe it?!"
A voice that was restrained but obviously suppressing emotions sounded in its consciousness. At this point, Jun Yan was basically certain that this human could see into its thoughts.
hateful!
"Complain less and do more. Don't nag. Don't think I don't know that you have been eating all the time and haven't done anything serious. If you really do something, it won't be too late to complain like this."
Feng Qingan's unpleasant voice rang in Jun Yan's consciousness, and the cat froze for a moment. Then he remembered that it had not suddenly started working, so it was okay.
Isn't it just modifying the monk's memory? It's easy for it. It's just doing the same thing over and over again, which makes the cat very annoyed.
“You can eat and do it at the same time!”
Meow~
Great idea!
The cat shook its head somewhat unhappily and finally started to work. Its target was first of all the Jindan cultivators of the Yinhun Sect. They were undoubtedly the backbone of the sect under the three human immortals, and their existence was the mainstay that ensured the uninterrupted inheritance of the Yinhun Sect.
"snort!"
After seeing this little thing doing things honestly, Feng Qing'an snorted coldly, and then communicated with Sen Miao. She was obviously a lucky beast, so there was no need to arrange her into the Yinhun Sect. The style was different, and even if her memory was forcibly changed, some people would feel that something was wrong.
Twisting the soul and forcibly implanting memories is not foolproof, and there is no need to do such things that obviously challenge logic and IQ. However, the ghost general, Xu Wuding, can be arranged to be by his side as his protector. He is a good match for the Yinhun Sect.
The sunlight outside the window flashes by, and the shadows of the flowers on the table move forward.
Before a cup of wine is drunk, the music and singing begin, and the time is announced by the sign below the steps .
Three months passed in a flash. During these few short months, Feng Qing'an, whose strength had improved by leaps and bounds, took a look at his eight soul contracts. The biggest change was naturally the White Tiger Demon who had infiltrated the Yinhun Sect and was like a fish in water.
[Eighth Soul Contract: Jun Yan]
[Race: Heavenly Demon White Tiger]
[Attributes: Heaven, Demon, God, Spirit, Beast]
[Potential Level: Emperor·Superior]
[Combat Power Level: Commander - Top]
In just three months, Jun Yan, who was crippled by his eldest brother's sword and was only slightly better than a little demon who had just transformed into a spirit, had his spiritual power surged to the commander level and was about to become a great demon.
However, even so, Feng Qing'an was unmoved. Because his cultivation speed was not slow, and his cultivation speed was even more amazing. Two months ago, he had completed the second realm of cultivation.
The reason why it took a month was because his immortal pulse was different from the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade cultivated by the young sect master. If he repeated the path taken by the young sect master, it would be completed in three days at most.
To complete the practice of opening the meridians, one must at least have a basic understanding of one's own visions and be able to fully control them. Feng Qing'an spent so much time to explore the usefulness of the immortal pulse.
Even so, he broke through and completed the practice of the Soul Condensation Realm fifty days ago. This realm could not be simpler for Feng Qing'an. In this realm, one must nourish the spiritual energy in the body and achieve the state of having a spiritual essence. Then one must nourish the Dharma body and prepare for the next realm, the Transcendental Realm.
A cultivator with ordinary qualifications will get a chance to change his fate at this level. He can cultivate a special body in this level to improve his qualifications.
In fact, for most prepared monks, they can accumulate foundation through practice at this level, so that they can have stronger potential and go further on the path of seeking the truth.
However, for the genius cultivators who possess top-notch cultivation talent and extraordinary physique, this realm is the most meaningless, because no matter how they practice, their qualifications or physique will not be enhanced much. As long as they condense their magic power and nourish their spiritual essence, they can break through the realm and step into the next realm.
Feng Qing'an is one of such cultivators. For him, nurturing true essence and magical power is extremely easy. As for cultivating a magical body, that is even more unnecessary. The many physical characteristics superimposed on him are incomparable to those genius cultivators, and have long exceeded the standard.
For Feng Qing'an, practicing at this level is as easy as eating and drinking. If he had not had any doubts, he could have achieved the same level of Qi Condensation as the first level and broken through the level in one day if he had comprehended for a few more days.
If you tell others about this speed of cultivation, it would probably scare people to death. In just less than half a year, he went from being a layman in cultivation to a cultivator in the Transcendent Realm who is preparing to form a pill.
Even those Taoist geniuses who have inherited the Taoism for thousands of years are no more than this. Even Donghuang was silent after hearing this. However, it is a pity that Feng Qingan will not take this path.
Because this road is getting narrower and narrower, unless he can't get over it, he is destined to abandon it.
The Six Yins of the Netherworld
This is an immortal scripture transformed from the cultivation method of ghosts in the underworld. After it is completed, the human body will be transformed into the body of an immortal Yin spirit, similar to Donghuang, but far inferior, because Donghuang was born from the innate nature, while this one is just an acquired Yin spirit, which has fallen into the inferior category.
Normal cultivators would only train themselves to be Yin spirits if they were crazy, unless they had no other choice. But it was understandable that if they eventually trained themselves to be Yang spirits, that would be the broad road to immortality, and it would not be relegated to a side path.
Transcendent!
Shed mortal form and climb the path to immortality!
For Feng Qingan, practicing at this level was much more difficult. A normal cultivator, upon reaching this level, would have to face a choice: should he continue to be a human?
Of course, the vast majority of cultivators cannot abandon their human bodies, so the practice at this level is to practice supernatural powers and condense the true seeds of talismans. Every time a supernatural power is practiced, not only will the magic power be increased, but the true seeds of the supernatural power can also be used to make it instant or greatly reduce consumption.
However, there are also a small number of cultivators who, at this level, choose not to be human anymore. They do not condense the true seeds of talismans, but choose to refine the supernatural powers into their bodies, causing changes in their flesh and blood. With a single thought, they can become divine, with almost no consumption of mana.
Making horns grow from the head, wings grow from the back, or even a tail grow from the body, or making the legs turn into a snake tail, or a mermaid tail... These are all common changes in flesh and blood magical powers.
Most cultivators, even if they choose not to be human anymore and choose to have flesh and blood magical powers, will more or less retain part of their human form and develop three heads and six arms, which is considered quite extreme.
As for the young sect leader, he chose to transform himself with the magical power of flesh and blood, with horns, bat wings, and a scorpion tail, without retaining any human appearance. It is still extremely rare - that demonic appearance is his true body that he cultivated in the Transcendent Realm, not his Dharma body. His human appearance is actually transformed.
This is a change that Feng Qing'an cannot accept. He can choose not to be a human being temporarily, but he cannot accept not being a human being forever. The changes in flesh and blood magical powers are almost irreversible, and even without forming a pill, it will have an impact on the cultivator himself.
Therefore, in the practice of this level, the practice experience of the young sect master can't be used as a reference at all. Feng Qingan can only make a choice from the magical powers he has mastered, or find it on his own.
After all, this is still a human immortal sect, and there are still many magical powers and cultivation methods for cultivators who have retreated from the mortal realm to choose from, and they can condense talismans and true seeds. However, there are not many that Feng Qing'an can take a fancy to.
"Green Ghost Fighting Body" is a special physical training method formed by combining six kinds of flesh and blood magical powers, including the three internal changes of heart, blood and bones, and the three external flesh and blood derived magical powers of horns, wings and tail.
This kind of magical power may seem ordinary, but in the Yinhun Sect it is a top-notch secret. Only true disciples are allowed to practice it, and it is truly mysterious.
But Feng Qing'an couldn't choose, and there was almost no one in the Yinhun Sect who could be compared with this practice. However, it was not a big problem. He could just go directly to Donghuang for such matters. Not only Donghuang, but even the little phoenix Youyou could provide him with help.
It was because of these reasons that Feng Qing'an's practice in this realm slowed down completely. In his own eyes, it was no different from a turtle. Up to now, he had only mastered two magical powers and condensed two talisman seeds.
"Little Yin Yang Blood Evil Yin Thunder"
Five Ghosts Falling Soul Wind
One is a magical power of thunder, and the other is a magical power of wind. Just by listening to the names, you can tell that they are quite grounding and fit in with the practice he is doing now. The difficulty is just quite high, but it is not a problem for Feng Qing'an. He mastered one of them in about a month.
He is now pondering over the third magical power, "Five Elements Yin Evil Earth Extreme True Fire", and has already got some clues. It is estimated that he will be able to practice it in another half a month.
Anyone who sees this speed will fall silent. Although they are all sinister magical powers, their power is not weak, and the difficulty is needless to say. Feng Qing'an, with the idea of challenging himself, chose these magical powers that are extremely powerful but difficult to practice.
"Heishan, prepare the carriage, I want to inspect the mountain gate."
Feng Qing'an, who felt a little tired from practicing, shouted. Patrolling the sect was one of the few pleasures he had now. As his cultivation level reached the same level as that of the young sect master when he was alive, Feng Qing'an also began to wander around the gate of the Yinhun Sect.
He is now only stronger than the young sect master. Except for the "Green Ghost Battle Body", he can do everything that the young sect master can do, and he can still do what the young sect master can't do.
In this completely crushing situation, Feng Qing'an naturally didn't have to worry about being exposed. What's more, after Jun Yan Sanyue's hard work - although this guy worked while eating, he basically completed what needed to be done.
From the sect leader to the elders, as well as the true disciples, the more promising inner disciples, and so on, all of them had a new understanding of him. Their memories were all modified, and as long as they did not encounter human immortals, basically nothing would happen.
He was bored and had nothing to do, so he wandered around the mountain gate to show his presence and deepen Jun Yan's tampered memory.
Even if a disciple suddenly realized something was wrong one day, after looking at the memories of the people around him and the performance of his master, he would only doubt himself and not others.
Awooo~
Following Feng Qing'an's call, a torrent of demonic energy suddenly rushed out from a bronze palace built on a cliff and landed in the palace where he was. The moment it landed, it transformed into a majestic black wolf with a powerful aura. Its blue and purple pupils made it look even more evil.
Following the Wolf King's unusual movement, one demon wolves after another rushed out from the palaces on the cliffs, along with a black carriage similar to a chariot, and was brought to Feng Qing'an - this was the vehicle Feng Qing'an had chosen for himself, as riding in a blood sedan was too shabby.
Boom boom
Sixteen wolf-demons as big as calves were wearing iron chains and pulling a heavy chariot. Pitch-black thunder splashed from the wheels, and the power of the forbidden magic circle engraved on them spread, making the chariot as light as a feather. It was dragged by the wolf pack and soared into the sky.
“Haha, let’s go!”
Feng Qing'an took Heishan and got on the chariot. The moment he sat down, ghost soldiers dressed in black iron armor and holding swords and spears swarmed out from his body and lined up in front and behind the chariot, clearing the way for it and guarding it.
Snap——
Pitch-black thunder cut through the sky. Under the watchful eyes of many elders and true disciples, a mighty army of ghosts rushed out from a pitch-black rift emitting a cold and deadly aura. The air was filled with the aura of war and murder. In the middle of the army, a chariot pulled by sixteen demon wolves was conspicuous.
On the chariot, a young man with an evil aura, dressed in black clothes, sat with a smile on his face, as if he had encountered something extremely happy. However, the moment they saw this young man, both the elders and the true disciples with bright futures all turned their eyes away, not wanting him to notice them.
"Well, why doesn't anyone greet me?"
Feng Qing'an, who was sitting in the carriage, felt that people were avoiding and not daring to look at him. Not only was he not satisfied, but he looked angry, as if he had forgotten what he had done in his previous trips.
"How dare you disrespect a small true teaching!"
Feng Qing'an, who was surrounded by evil soldiers and guarded by hundreds of monsters, looked more like an evil cultivator than an evil cultivator. After expressing his dissatisfaction, he casually glanced downwards and immediately found his target.
It is actually a small hill over a hundred feet high. There are blue birds flying on it, white deer holding branches, beautiful flowers and grass, and palaces and pavilions are shady. It is full of vitality and auspiciousness. If it were not located in the mountain gate of the Yinhun Sect, it would really be an excellent fairyland.
"He should be executed!"
As the cold words fell, the roars of ghosts rose and fell in the darkness, and then there was a strong and cold wind, which came from the sky with the thought of Feng Qing'an, and swept towards the hundred-foot sacred mountain.
