Chen Yun seemed to have made no movement, but without making a sound, his spiritual sense had quietly swept across the hill in front of him.

Even though there was a layer of restriction separating them, he could still vaguely sense some of the situations and his brows furrowed slightly.

Chen Yun had heard about the small size of Tianfu Sect long before he arrived.

Now that I'm here in person, the only aura I can sense is that of a cultivator in the early Jindan stage.

This further proves that this sect is just a small and inferior sect, just as what the old man surnamed Yun in the Yinming Land said.

The reason why Chen Yun came here this time was because those evil dragons appeared in Huayun Prefecture.

And he happened to have learned the method of refining the talisman to summon spirits, so he decided to come and find out.

Otherwise, with his status and cultivation, he would never easily set foot in such a place.

A moment later, a yellow light flashed behind the two disciples guarding the mountain, and then a mountain gate more than ten feet high slowly emerged.

Inside the mountain gate, several monks walked out side by side. When their eyes swept over Chen Yun, their faces all changed.

Among them, an old man in a yellow brocade robe hurried forward, bowed to Chen Yunshen, and said respectfully:
"Junior Yue Zhen, the head of Tianfu Sect, didn't know that senior was coming to our sect, so he couldn't welcome him from afar. I hope senior will forgive me!"

This person's cultivation is still in the foundation-building stage. Although he is unable to accurately determine Chen Yun's specific realm, as the leader of a sect, his knowledge far exceeds that of his disciples.

He had witnessed the elegance of Nascent Soul cultivators many times, so when he felt the powerful aura from Chen Yun, he couldn't help but feel a surge of panic in his heart.

Such a powerful existence can easily destroy a small sect like theirs with just a wave of his hand. Now, Chen Yun's visit to Tianfu Sect is a blessing or a curse.

At first, when he received the message, he thought it was a visit from a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

To be on the safe side, before setting off, he specially ordered someone to invite the only elder in the sect, a senior uncle in the Jindan stage, to come along.

However, at this moment, it seems that this move was obviously unnecessary.

"Don't panic, I'm here on someone else's behalf, and I have no ill intentions."

Seeing the anxious looks on the faces of these monks, Chen Yun couldn't help but smile and comfort them with words.

"Being entrusted by someone? I am a little confused. But this is not the place to talk. If you don't mind, please go up the mountain and talk. It won't be too late to talk in detail."

Yue Zhen felt relieved when he heard this, and then he had an idea and took the initiative to invite Chen Yun to the mountain for a detailed discussion.

"Let's go up the mountain and talk? Yeah, that's fine. This matter really can't be explained in a few words."

Chen Yun thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Yue Zhen respectfully stepped aside and asked Chen Yun to go first.

Chen Yun walked into the mountain gate without hesitation. The other monks followed him quietly with respect.

Baizhu Mountain is not large in scale, and there are few buildings on the top of the peak. There is only a large hall and a few attics, and the disciples have other places to practice.

Chen Yun was led directly into the hall by the leader of Tianfu Sect.

In the main hall, two middle-aged monks who were not wearing Tianfu Sect’s attire were sitting. When they saw Chen Yun coming in, they were shocked and hurriedly stood up to salute.

Chen Yun waved his hand calmly and sat down.

The other monks did not dare to sit down casually and had to stand aside and wait.

Yue Zhen said to the two monks of his sect with a hint of apology: "My two fellow Taoists, since we have a distinguished guest, we can only discuss this in detail at another time."

One of them said with a smile: "Since you are so honored to be here, I will be your companion first."

Another person also echoed: "Yes, Brother Lu and I will take our leave first."

The two monks quickly expressed their understanding, with envious looks on their faces. They then bowed to Chen Yun and left.

At the same time, a white light shot into the hall, and an old man in a white robe appeared.

Upon seeing this, monks such as Yue Zhen stepped forward with joy and bowed to greet "Uncle Master Wen" and "Uncle Master Wen".

The old man's eyes fell on Chen Yun, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said:
"I heard from my junior nephew that a master was visiting our sect. I didn't expect it to be a Nascent Soul cultivator like you. I was unable to greet him. I hope you will forgive me for my impoliteness."

The only elder of Tianfu Sect was extremely respectful.

When Yue Zhen and other Foundation Establishment cultivators heard what the old man surnamed Wen said, they were greatly shocked. The last bit of doubt disappeared, and they looked at Chen Yun with more awe.

For the Tianfu Sect today, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is an unattainable existence.

"I'm here on someone's behalf to deliver something. There's no need to be so reserved."

Chen Yun's expression remained unchanged. He paused for a moment and then said calmly:
"I have had this item for several years. I am returning it to you now that I have come to Huayun Prefecture for business. This item was specifically meant to be given to your sect's leader."

After saying that, Chen Yun slapped his waist with one hand, and a square bone box appeared in his hand, which was then placed on the table in front of him.

The old man surnamed Wen was startled when he heard this, then turned around and said tactfully...

"Junior Brother Yue, you have heard what the senior said. Please go over and check what the senior is carrying. If it is indeed something lost by our sect, we will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Yes, uncle-master." Yue Zhen replied respectfully, then stepped forward, took the bone box with both hands and opened it.

Several pieces of bone engraved with tiny handwriting appeared before the eyes in the box.

"What is this?" Yue Zhen picked up a piece and looked at it carefully in surprise.

Chen Yun smiled and said nothing.

"This is a spirit summoning talisman. It records the method of refining the spirit summoning talisman. The handwriting is exactly Uncle Yun's!"

After taking a quick look, Yue Zhen shouted in surprise.

"Senior Brother Yun? Are you sure?" The old man surnamed Wen was stunned and his expression became solemn.

"There is absolutely no mistake. Master Yun's handwriting is still hanging in the headmaster's study. It is facing him day and night, so how could there be any mistake?"

Yue Zhen said without hesitation.

The other monks also looked surprised.

"Indeed, this item was asked by Fellow Daoist Yun to pass on to me. The spirit-summoning talisman is one of the three secret talismans of your sect, so it can't be wrong." Chen Yun responded calmly.

The old man surnamed Wen frowned slightly and asked with concern:

"Senior, have you heard about Brother Yun's disappearance? Back when I hadn't yet condensed my golden elixir, Brother Yun suddenly disappeared while on an overseas business trip. There has been no news of him for decades, which is really worrying."

Chen Yun spoke slowly:
"That should be fine. To be honest, I encountered a similar dilemma decades ago. At that time..."

He briefly described the dangers of the ghost fog and the Yinming land, but did not mention a word about the secrets such as himself and the Yinming Beast Crystal.

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Wen took a breath and exclaimed:
"There are such dangerous places in the world. No wonder there have been so many monks disappearing inexplicably along the coast over the years. It turns out that it was all caused by this ghost fog."

"Exactly."

Chen Yun's eyes flickered and he smiled.
"Chen also went through untold hardships before he managed to escape."

"The thing in this box is the treasure that your master asked me to bring back when I have the chance."

"However, I have dabbled in the art of making talismans and have also studied the method of refining the spirit summoning talisman. I hope you fellow Taoists will not mind."

The old man surnamed Wen said respectfully to the person in front of him:
"Senior, you have returned the method of refining the talisman to our sect. This is a favor from heaven. How dare we have the slightest thought of offending you."

“Although it has been rumored that only the head of our sect can master the spirit-summoning talisman, if it weren’t for the senior’s return of it, I’m afraid this secret technique would have been lost to the world long ago. The so-called rules also seem insignificant at this time.” Yue Zhen also nodded in agreement.

Chen Yun nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction:
"My fellow Taoists are so generous that I feel a little ashamed. Now that the things have been successfully returned, I have accomplished one of my wishes. Let's say goodbye now."

After saying this, he slowly stood up.

The old man surnamed Wen hurriedly tried to stop him:
"We have not yet had the chance to repay you for your gift. Please stay in our sect for a few more days so that we can show our hospitality."

Although he was delighted about the recovery of the spirit-summoning talisman, what mattered more was taking this opportunity to establish a good relationship with this unexpected master.

After all, as long as the outside world knew that their sect had actually made friends with a Nascent Soul cultivator, the status of the Tianfu Sect among the many small sects would surely rise sharply.

Even the big troubles that have been bothering us for a long time may be solved.

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Then sit for a while."

In the world of immortals and heroes, Chen Yun has a strong interest in the art of making talismans.

Upon seeing this, Yue Zhen told Chen Yun that his sect had extensive research on refining talismans, and that their ancestors had collected many books related to talismans. He invited Chen Yun to read them, and hoped to get his guidance.

When the old man surnamed Wen learned about this, he expressed his agreement.

Chen Yun became curious about the Tianfu Sect's secret art of making talismans because of learning how to summon spirits, and decided to stay in your sect for a few days.

The old man surnamed Wen was overjoyed and wanted to arrange for Chen Yun to rest before going to the Sutra Library tomorrow, but Chen Yun politely declined and asked to go there immediately.

The old man surnamed Wen hurriedly ordered his junior nephew Yang to take Chen Yun to the library, and said that he would do his best to meet all of Chen Yun's needs.

"Yes, Uncle Wen. Senior Chen, please follow me." The middle-aged monk responded respectfully.

Chen Yun nodded slightly and followed the man out of the hall.

"I never thought that Senior Brother Yun would be trapped in such a haunted place."

"No wonder he disappeared so mysteriously. It is a blessing for our sect to have the secret art of summoning spirits rediscovered."

The old man surnamed Wen waited for Chen Yun to leave the hall for a while before he sighed and said.

"But if we can take this opportunity to befriend Senior Chen and spread some news, it will definitely be of great benefit to our sect. If nothing else, the current market problem can at least be solved."

Another monk who had remained silent all this time spoke slowly.

"With a Nascent Soul cultivator as their backer, Lingfeng Sect will naturally retreat three feet away. Even Shayang Sect will not make a Nascent Soul cultivator unhappy for a small market."

"Just now, from Senior Chen's tone, it seems that he has only an ordinary relationship with Senior Brother Yun in the Yinming Land. Given his status, why would he help us for no reason?"

"We just want to give away treasures and force a relationship. There is nothing in our sect that can catch Senior Chen's eye."

“But it would be a pity if we missed this opportunity.”

Yue Zhen murmured with a wry smile.

In a mysterious palace, the old man surnamed Wen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice that the matter was indeed tricky.

The other monks in the hall looked at each other, with sorrow on their faces.

At this time, Chen Yun followed the middle-aged monk to a seemingly ordinary attic.

The attic is three stories high and is covered by a layer of light blue prohibition.

When Chen Yun and the middle-aged monk stepped into the first floor, they saw an old man sitting cross-legged on a cushion, holding a jade slip in his hand, and seemed to be checking the contents of the slip.

When the middle-aged monk saw the old man, he immediately stepped forward to greet him and introduced him to Chen Yun:

"This Junior Brother Li is in charge of the Sutra Library and knows all the books in it very well."

Hearing the middle-aged monk's voice, the old man woke up from his meditation, hurriedly put away the jade slip, stood up and ran towards Chen Yun.

His face was full of wrinkles and there was a cunning gleam in his eyes, but when he secretly looked at Chen Yun, his voice suddenly trembled and his face became stiff.

"Master Li?"

Chen Yun stared at the old man's face, his eyes full of surprise and weirdness.

The middle-aged monk was puzzled when he saw this, and asked, "Why do you know this disciple?"

Chen Yun shook his head slightly and sighed:

"Nothing else. It's just that this fellow Taoist looks very similar to an old acquaintance of mine. But upon closer inspection, they are not the same person. I guess I am dazzled."

After saying this, the strange look on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a faint smile.

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk smiled and said:

"I see. Senior, please stay here to practice meditation. Junior Brother Li, there is no need for you to tidy up this place. Please follow me."

Although he had doubts about what Chen Yun said, he did not ask any more questions. He just turned around and gave instructions to "Junior Brother Li".

"Yes, nephew, obey your command..."

Chen Yun suddenly chuckled and interrupted him:

"No need. This Taoist friend knows a lot about the classics in the attic. I still need his help for something. Let him stay with me for a few days."

As he spoke, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes as he looked at the old man.

"cough……"

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then said respectfully:
"Since Senior has given such instructions, I will do my best to follow them. Junior Li, this is a rare opportunity for you, so you must follow Senior Chen's orders carefully."

Although the middle-aged cultivator had some doubts about the performance of the two people just now, he couldn't help but feel envious when he thought that "Junior Brother Li" had the opportunity to be alone with a Nascent Soul cultivator for several days.

After all, for low-level cultivators like them, if they could get some pointers from a Nascent Soul cultivator, the gains would be immeasurable, and they might even benefit from it for the rest of their lives.

Chen Yun's words clearly showed his intention to send the guest away. The middle-aged cultivator did not dare to delay for even a second. He quickly gave the old man a few more instructions, and then, with a heart full of doubts, he slowly backed away and left the place.

After the middle-aged monk disappeared from the attic, Chen Yun turned his head slightly, looked at the old man, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know whether I should call you Brother Xiang or Brother Li?"

After Chen Yun looked at the old man carefully, his face suddenly brightened.

"I am a little confused about what Senior Chen said. Could it be that I am similar to someone you know?"

The old man's eyes turned slightly, and the previous strange look disappeared, and he said with an apologetic smile.

"Now that things have come to this, why should we continue to hide it, Brother Xiang? We cultivators all have photographic memories."

"Back then in the Blood Forbidden Land, only a few disciples from my Yellow Maple Valley were able to successfully walk out. Even though it's been many years, how could I remember it wrong?"

Chen Yun raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This old man was none other than Xiang Zhili, who had attempted to team up with Chen Yun before the Bloody Trial.

At that time, he walked out of the bloody trial with the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage, which surprised many cultivators present.

But later, Chen Yun's performance became even more amazing, so everyone ignored him. (End of this chapter)