I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 176: Dragon Transformation, Flesh Body Like a Dragon

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged in the east hall of Tingxuexuan until late at night.

It was already the fifteenth day of the eighth month, and the weather was fine, with no clouds or fog obscuring the bright moon.

The night is as dark as ink, quietly covering the earth and hiding the noise and chaos of the day. A bright moon rises from the sky, like a huge night pearl.

Even though Chen Zhian was sitting in the east hall, the silvery-white light was shining through the window lattice onto him.

Chen Zhian slowly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand.

A wisp of true energy condensed in his hand and turned into purple.

"The [Purple Purity Mysterious Micro-Expounding Truth] presented to the imperial court by Daoxuan Sect is not complete. No wonder Jiao Nu said something seemed wrong when he saw this technique last time."

A smile appeared on Chen Zhian's face.

He has been practicing the simplified version of Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen for many days and has even reached the second level.

Among the six rank heavenly skills, it can be considered an excellent skill that can directly reach the Jade Palace.

But now he has understood many secrets in the [Daoxuan Dragon Transformation Diagram], including the clouds, scales, dragon horns, dragon feet, dragon eyes...

There is mystery hidden in all the images in the paintings.

When integrated into Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen, this technique will be restored to its original form and become even more mysterious.

"Fourth-grade Heavenly Art!"

Chen Zhian's eyes sparkled as he stared at the purple pure true essence in his palm.

However, in just one evening, the true energy in his palm became much more condensed and heavier than before.

If it was just a pool of water before, it is now like the Mirror Lake in Tingxuexuan, with much deeper heritage.

“No wonder people all over the world are so eager to pursue high-grade divine powers. The gap between the fourth-grade divine power and the sixth-grade divine power is indeed huge.

The speed of refining the innate true essence is also very different."

Chen Zhian nodded with satisfaction: "My cultivation of the second level of Xiantian can be enhanced by the innate energy planted in the two Kunlun Lakes, plus my own foundation and the purple and pure true essence cultivated by this fourth-grade heavenly skill. I am afraid that the degree of my true essence condensation is more than ten times stronger than other ordinary second-level Xiantian cultivators."

"If Chu Xiubai is still alive now, even if his cultivation level recovers to the eighth or ninth level, I will be able to defeat him in battle."

Chen Zhian's eyes were burning.

"With this fourth-grade heavenly skill, when I step into the third level of innateness, coupled with the innate energy in Kunlun Lake, my foundation will be even deeper, and perhaps I can catch up with the innate sixth level of those six families of Dayu."

He was quite happy.

I just feel that this fourth level of heavenly skill is extremely extraordinary. No wonder all the aristocratic families and mysterious sects in the world regard the inheritance of heavenly skills as a forbidden delicacy and never allow others to get involved.

“However, if you want to practice this fourth-grade heavenly skill, if you don’t have the profound cultivation of innate perfection or even the Jade Que level, you need to have extremely extraordinary innate comprehension. Otherwise, it will be extremely difficult to comprehend such a complex heavenly skill.”

Chen Zhian stood up and walked out of Tingxuexuan.

The bright moonlight spreads on the Mirror Lake, which is so beautiful, as if there is a faint halo covering it, hazy and dreamy.

"Today is August 15th..."

Chen Zhian was afraid that Chen Shuijun would worry, so he did not stay in Prince Duanque's mansion for long.

Prince Duanque might have gone into the palace to pay his respects to the emperor at this time, and was not at home.

Chen Zhian was taken out of the house by another steward.

On the night of August 15th, this prosperous Xuantianjing is naturally very lively.

Chen Zhian walked in the crowd and bought some moon cakes, red candles and lanterns in a shop on the street before returning to the courtyard on East Street.

The yard was quite quiet.

The light in Chen Shuijun's room was still on until Chen Zhian stepped into the yard, and then the light went out. He must have gone to rest.

Chen Zhian placed the mooncakes on the table in the east hall, lit the candles, and hung up red lanterns.

In the East Street Courtyard, there was some festive atmosphere.

He then returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and when he reached out his hand, there was a painting in his hand.

He slowly opened the painting. The real dragon in the painting had eyes already painted on it, making it look even more lifelike.

Layers of clouds were drawn on the paper, and they seemed to be flowing, as if they were about to accompany the real dragon to fly out.

"This painting contains a Mysterious Dragon Transformation Sutra, also known as Daoxuan Dragon Transformation Sutra... It is a very high-level celestial skill, probably of the first grade."

Chen Zhian's eyes sparkled: "Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen is part of the Xuanlong Transformation Sutra."

He knew that in order to fully practice the Daoxuanlongbianjing, he would also need to practice several other techniques of the Daoxuan Sect. Eventually, by taking the mysteries of several techniques and combining them with the dragon transformation diagram, he would be able to cultivate a first-grade heavenly skill.

Chen Zhian naturally understood why it was so troublesome.

The first-grade heavenly skills are so precious that even the Daoxuan Sect, which is ranked seventh in the world, may not have many copies.

This dragon transformation diagram in Prince Duanque's mansion is probably just an introduction to bring out a spiritual genius like Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian saw the Dragon Transformation Diagram, discovered the secrets within it, and realized the mysterious skills contained therein. If he wanted to practice, he had to go to Daoxuan Sect.

"The way the largest sect in Dayu selects talents is quite sophisticated."

Chen Zhian thought so in his heart.

In any case, for Chen Zhian, although he was not able to attend the banquet during this trip to Prince Duanque's mansion, he still gained a lot.

The fourth-grade Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen alone made his foundation much deeper.

and……

"I always feel that there is something extraordinary in this painting besides the secret of the Dragon Transformation Sutra."

Chen Zhian's eyes fell on the painting, on the real dragon with a terrifying aura.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dragon was not just a painting, but actually existed and was imprinted into the painting.

Chen Zhian thought for a moment and suddenly remembered Fu Tingjun in Baiyujing.

"It's a pity that this painting is a dead object. It cannot be kept in Kunlun Lake and cannot be brought into Baiyujing."

Chen Zhian felt it was a pity.

Baiyujing has its own mysteries.

It’s a pity that only things with a little vitality can be planted in Kunlun Lake.

Be it medicinal herbs, vegetables or fruits.

Or the acquired Qi or the innate Qi, these things are essentially full of vitality and are in harmony with the Kunlun Lake.

But this painting is a real dead object.

Chen Zhian tried to communicate with Bai Yujing and wanted to take the painting into it, but there was no response at all.

He shook his head and gave up the idea of taking the painting to Baiyujing. He planned to put the painting away and see if there would be a chance to discover the secret in the future.

Just at this moment, Chen Zhian fell into the spiritual aura of Baiyujing and suddenly caught a glimpse of Guanghan Tower.

The Guanghan Tower was now shining with light, which fell on the incarnation of Fu Tingjun's spirit.

Fu Tingjun was lazily floating in the void, accompanied by clouds and mist, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Chen Zhian suddenly had an idea. He controlled the light of Guanghan Tower and merged it with the light of Nanliujing, and then shone it through his own eyes onto the picture of dragon transformation.

Just a little bit. Chen Zhian's mind moved slightly.

The light shining on Fu Tingjun became more and more dazzling. The Fufeng real dragon seemed to sense something, opened his eyes and looked towards Guanghan Tower.

A reflection appeared above the Guanghan Tower, looming, then became solid and gradually turned into a painting.

Chen Zhian's divine incarnation appeared in Baiyujing. After thinking for a moment, he bowed towards Guanghan Tower and said, "Thank you, Lord of Baiyujing."

Then he turned and looked at Fu Tingjun.

Fu Tingjun's huge dragon head disappeared into the clouds, leaving only a pair of eyes shining as it stared straight at the painting.

The scenery of Guanghan Tower and Nanliu River is so mysterious.

Even if it is just a projection of light, the mystery of this painting is projected into Baiyujing.

Fu Tingjun suddenly asked Chen Zhian: "Where did you get this painting?"

Chen Zhian was about to answer.

But Fu Tingjun shook his mountain-like dragon head, dispersing countless clouds and mists: "I forgot the rules of Baiyujing."

"The dragon in this painting comes from the [Candle Sea] and is a [Candle Dragon Clan]. There is no water in the Candle Sea, only candle vapor rising. The Candle Dragon Clan feeds on candle vapor. The dragon's body gradually becomes invisible, and the changes are determined by its mind.

And because the candle qi is mysterious, the candle qi turns into a dragon body, and this dragon body is extremely strong and hard. Among the many dragon species, it can be called extremely strong and can be compared with the [Baxia Dragon Species]. "

Fu Tingjun's eyes were still on the painting.

Chen Zhian clearly saw a hint of sadness in the eyes of this real dragon.

"This painting is made of the essence of candle energy of a candle dragon. The person who painted this painting must have a very high level of cultivation. It seems to be in line with the method of the circulation of true energy. It should be some kind of mysterious inheritance."

Fu Tingjun explained carefully.

Chen Zhian immediately understood why there was sadness in Fu Tingjun's eyes.

Being of the same dragon genus, he only had a wisp of spiritual energy left and was brought back to life by Bai Yujing.

However, the dragon that held the candle was in an even more miserable state. It was completely dead, and even the source of the candle energy had been turned into a painting.

“The True Essence Method recorded in this painting is not complete. It may require other True Essence Methods as a foundation before it can be fully comprehended and put into operation.

But there is still some candlelight left. In addition to the candlelight that makes up this painting, there is some leftover that is lingering on this painting, so it can be put to good use.”

When Fu Tingjun saw the painting, he seemed a little depressed. The surrounding clouds gradually floated in and covered the dragon head again.

"There are many ways to use candle energy, but with your current body and current cultivation, you are far from being able to absorb this candle energy. So you might as well use it to refine a [Candle Energy Dragon Transformation Pill]."

"It just so happens that you have already cultivated the Mysterious Fire and practiced the seventh level of the Cloud Chamber. You can use this ownerless candle energy to refine a Dragon Transformation Pill. Although it is a little difficult, as long as you are more careful, you should not fail."

Fu Tingjun's voice was like thunder, rumbling.

At the same time, a wisp of true dragon spirit slowly floated over.

Chen Zhian also separated a wisp of divine energy, which collided with the divine energy of the real dragon.

Suddenly, many echoes came to his ears.

Chen Zhian wrote it down hastily, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The human body is temporarily transformed into a dragon body... The physical strength is temporarily raised to be like a dragon... This Candle Qi Dragon Transformation Pill is so mysterious?"

Chen Zhian's thoughts flashed, and he bowed to Fu Tingjun to express his gratitude.

And the voice of Fu Tingjun came again: "When the candle dragon dies, it will completely dissipate in the world, and only the candle gas will remain. Since you use the candle gas to make elixirs, you can worship this painting as a token of your gratitude to this dragon."

Chen Zhian took note of it carefully, and the map of Jade Capital in the sky slowly closed in his mind.

He then hung the painting on the wall, lit three incense sticks, and worshiped it carefully.

"Sword Cage Pill, Zhu Yuan Tian Pill, Zhu Qi Long Bian Pill..."

"Now, the three pill recipes in my hand still require a lot of medicinal materials. These medicinal materials... It seems that I need to trouble Boss Qu again."

Fortunately, he had plenty of gold and silver. With more than 1,000 taels of gold, it shouldn't be difficult to buy some medicinal herbs.

Buy it and plant it in Kunlun Lake, and you won’t have to worry about it in the future.

"It's a pity that this candle energy cannot be planted in Kunlun Lake, otherwise if there were unlimited dragon transformation pills..."

Chen Zhian felt it was quite a pity.

But he then realized that he seemed too greedy.

Candle gas is so precious that the Dragon Transformation Pill made with candle gas may not have any grade. Although this pill can only temporarily increase the strength of the physical body, if it can really make a person as strong as a dragon, the Dragon Transformation Pill must be of extremely high grade.

It is not comparable to the sixth-grade Jianlong Pills and Zhuyuantian Pills.

"When I refine the Dragon Transformation Pill, this pill will definitely become my greatest ceremonial weapon."

Chen Zhian pondered in his mind, then sat down cross-legged and continued to practice the new Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen, refining the green innate qi.

Until a night passed and it was the day of August 15th.

Xuantianjing in the autumn is not bleak at all, but becomes more and more lively.

Chen Zhian practiced all night, but his energy became fuller and his spirit was as pure as jade, without any sign of fatigue.

Chen Shuijun was busy early in the morning and bought a lot of ingredients.

“You invited your friends here today, but they are not from Xuantianjing and cannot be reunited with their families.

It's just right for you to be the host and invite them to have tea and wine."

Chen Shuijun rolled up his spotless sleeves, his white robe fluttering, like a scholar far away from the kitchen.

But at this time, the scholar was holding a knife in his hand and killing a chicken.

With a flick of the knife, the chicken's neck was cut and bleeding.

Not far away, Yu Li Ke was squatting on the ground, descaling a few sea bass.

He had put on half a mask on his face, covering the tattoos on his face.

The original gloomy aura on his body has improved a lot, but the marks left on his body, such as tattoos and hoarse throat, are still there.

But Chen Zhian knew that Yu Like had not forgotten the incident at Black Stone Mountain.

The Black Stone Mountain was where Chu Xiubai led his troops to kill people.

But in addition to Black Stone Mountain, there were also people from twelve other mountains who were beheaded and had their ears cut off by Wang Yan.

And now, his long knife is still in Wang Yan's hand.

But no matter what, Chu Xiubai died, and Yu Like's resentment finally dissipated a lot.

Chen Zhian asked Bai Jian to go and invite people. Bai Jian was a little reluctant until Chen Zhian lent him the Beiyin horse, and then he got on the horse.

Chen Zhian planned to go out to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to see if he could meet Princess Linglong so that Princess Linglong could ask her mother to leave Hongdouyuan and reunite with them during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Just at this time.

Chen Shuijun, who was plucking chicken feathers, suddenly looked up and said, "Don't go anywhere at night."

"Let's go to Hongdou Courtyard to see your mother."

ps: There will be more later
(End of this chapter)