Along the way, they met several villagers who thought Chen Yun's face looked unfamiliar and looked at him curiously, but no one came up to ask them anything.

After a while, Chen Yun came to a dark stone house.

Looking at the stone house in front of him, Chen Yun stretched out his right hand and exerted light force.

"Crack!"

With a crisp click, the stone door opened.

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then he flashed and stepped into the house. A rotten and damp smell rushed towards him.

Chen Yun waved his hand gently, and as the air from outside poured in, the atmosphere in the room gradually returned to normal.

At this moment, Chen Yun let out a breath, and with the dim light from outside the door, he quietly looked at the scene inside the house.

This place was extremely simple. Apart from rows of stone tablets of similar size surrounding it, there was only a rough stone table in the room.

The stone tablet is about ten feet wide and two feet high, which is considered quite huge.

There was no book or bamboo slip on the stone table.

There are only a few magical instruments that seem dull and lifeless.

The stone tablet records the cultivation experiences of these monks.

However, the magic tools on the stone table have lost their magic power and value over time.

After looking at the situation inside the house, Chen Yun casually walked to a stone tablet and took a look at it.

It was covered with thick dust and looked gray, so it was impossible to see what was engraved on it.

Chen Yun gently patted the Soul-Crying Beast on his shoulder, and saw it shake its emerald green nose.

A gust of cold wind whistled past, instantly revealing the words on the stone tablet in front of him.

After a moment, clearly visible inscriptions appeared before our eyes.

But Chen Yun only looked at the stone tablet for a few times and then lost interest.

This is just an essay written by a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, recording his life experiences.

Naturally, he has no interest in the cultivation life of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

There are more than twenty stone tablets in this house.

Chen Yun checked each piece.

But for some reason, the contents on these stone tablets are worthless.

When Chen Yun looked at the sixth stone tablet, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

What is recorded on this stone tablet is the life of a Nascent Soul cultivator, in addition to some experiences in breaking through the Nascent Soul stage.

If my cultivation was at the Jindan stage, then this experience would be of great use to me, but I am already a Yuanying cultivator.

Then this is worthless to me.

With this in mind, Chen Yun waved his sleeves and looked at the stone tablets in front of him one by one.

As expected, there was nothing useful to him on the remaining stone tablet.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yun saw the last piece.

The stone tablet in front of me is completely different from the previous ones. It is densely engraved with countless rice-sized words. The words are much smaller than those in the previous ones.

Moreover, when Chen Yun took a quick glance, he found that the text above was in two completely different styles. One was the ordinary ancient Chinese that he knew, and the other was the monster text that he had seen many times before.

"That's quite useful."

Chen Yun's eyes flickered as he looked at the monster text in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This stone tablet is a scripture specifically used to teach the demon race their language.

Moreover, it is extremely detailed, with every word explained. This must have been written down by a cultivator who is familiar with the demonic writing.

Although it was impossible for Chen Yun to master it immediately after seeing it.

However, if you memorize the entire text and slowly comprehend it in the future, it will not be difficult to truly master the demon language.

In this way, the Brahma authentic film obtained by Chen Yun and the animal skin book recording the Nine Changes of the Gale can be recognized.

With this in mind, Chen Yun used his photographic memory to memorize the words on the stone tablet one by one.

Then Chen Yun left the house.

And at the same time.

The cunning and ferocious beast let out a wail and fell heavily to the ground.

An aboriginal quickly stepped forward, took out a knife and inserted it into the body of the cunning beast, then took out an emerald green Yinming beast crystal.

He raised the Yinming Beast Crystal, which instantly attracted the calls of the indigenous people.

The Yinming Beast Crystal is the most precious item for the natives of the Yinming land.

It can condense purple mist through stone talismans to resist the invasion of thunder, and with the help of cultivators it can also resist the Yinming beast.

"You, an outsider, what are you doing here sneaking around?"

At this time, a narrow-eyed, white-faced man came over, pointed at Chen Yun, and shouted, "Are you a spy from Pang Village?"

With this in mind, his eyes couldn't help but look at the soul-crying beast on Chen Yun's shoulder.

"Although this little monkey is small, it has a lot of meat. Hand it over to me so I can have a good snack!"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the Soul-Crying Beast.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Yun's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

This person’s surname is Feng, and he is an outsider who was sucked in a few years ago.

Although he is just a mortal, he possesses martial arts skills and has killed powerful Yin beasts several times.

Therefore, he made great contributions to the village and was recommended to become the village elder at a young age.

Responsible for teaching young people in the village martial arts.

It seems that he has quite a high reputation among young people.

And this is why it is so arrogant.

In addition, he has an inexplicable hostility towards immortal cultivators, and looks down on those immortal cultivators who are high and mighty outside.

Many cultivators have suffered torture after entering this place and losing their spiritual power.

Now he not only wants to deal with me, but also wants to attack my own Soul-Crying Beast?

Chen Yun simply raised his right hand and slapped the mortal named Feng.

Although he had never practiced martial arts, Chen Yun, after his body was refined with thunder liquid, had a physical strength that was strong enough to rival that of a foundation-building cultivator.

I am just a mortal, what does I have to be afraid of even if I have great martial arts skills?

There was a cold light in Chen Yun's eyes, and his murderous intent was unconcealed.

Seeing Chen Yun taking action, the monk surnamed Feng sneered and said in a cold voice: "Hey, so what if you are a monk outside? You are just a waste here!"

His five fingers turned into claws, pretending to be a black tiger ripping out its heart, and he grabbed Chen Yun fiercely.

A claw and a fist intertwined heavily.

"what!"

As soon as the two came into contact, a shrill scream was heard.

The monk surnamed Feng flew backwards quickly and fell heavily to the ground.

He covered his broken right hand with his eyes full of fear.

He never thought that Chen Yun's strength would be so strong. If he knew, he would not dare to provoke Chen Yun even if he had ten courage. Chen Yun showed no intention of showing mercy and walked slowly forward, step by step, to the man surnamed Feng.

He grabbed his neck with one hand and said coldly: "Die!"

As Chen Yun finished speaking, a powerful force gathered and directly broke his neck.

With a "crack", the man surnamed Feng's neck was broken and he died tragically on the spot.

The scene in front of him was seen by an old man in white not far away.

He widened his eyes, looked at the body of the man surnamed Feng on the ground, then looked at Chen Yun, then quickly stepped forward and hid the body directly in the stone house behind him where the stone tablet was stored.

"Don't worry, no one usually comes here."

The old man in white robe closed the door heavily, then he bowed to Chen Yun and said, "I am here to greet you, Taoist friend."

Hearing the words "hold back the child", Chen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and asked back: "I killed your people, and you still helped me hide it?"

Of course, Chen Yun said this specifically.

He was familiar with the plot and knew that Bao Huanzi had always wanted to overthrow the village controlled by these mortals.

And this is something Chen Yun can take advantage of.

Although there is no spiritual power in this dark place, the ancient books recorded in it are of great value. This is also the significance of Chen Yun's wandering here.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I'll tell you in detail tonight."

Bao Huanzi looked around and found that all the natives were attracted by the corpse of the cunning and ferocious beast and did not notice anything unusual here. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Bao Huanzi's back as he sneaked away, Chen Yun smiled and shook his head.

Then, under the guidance of a young girl, he was placed in an empty stone house.

Chen Yun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

At this moment, there was a faint echo of footsteps outside the door, followed by a voice full of vicissitudes of life.

"Excuse me, is Fellow Daoist Chen in the house?"

Chen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Come in."

With a "click", the door slowly opened.

Standing outside the door was the smiling old man with a long beard, and behind him were two other old men, one of whom had a red face and a white beard; the other was hunched over with a gloomy face.

"I don't know what the three of you are doing here!"

Chen Yun cupped his hands and then asked, "Who are these two fellow Taoists?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen is really as discerning as a torch, and he guessed it right at the first try. These two are Fellow Daoist Yun from the Great Jin State and Fellow Daoist Jin from the Four Seas Academy."

The old man with a long beard introduced Chen Yun with a smile.

Chen Yun nodded slightly to show his understanding. The two fellow Taoists also cast scrutinizing glances at him and treated him with the same courtesy.

"Three Taoist friends have gathered here. Is there something important to discuss?"

Chen Yun continued to ask questions calmly.

Hearing Chen Yun's question, the three of them glanced at each other at the same time.

Suddenly, the skinny, hunchbacked, gloomy old man spoke.

"Friend Chen Dao, I wonder if you are willing to rule this village together with us?"

"What does this mean?"

When Chen Yun heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and pretended to be confused.

"Since we are all monks, I will tell you the truth. Our status in the village is exactly the same as those ordinary villagers. We also have to go hungry and eat a lot. We are even required to risk our lives to catch evil beasts."

Seeing that his companions had revealed some information, the old man with a long beard no longer concealed it and directly stated their true purpose:

"However, the Yinming Beast Crystal, the only thing we can rely on to cast spells, is firmly in the hands of a few ordinary people. This is undoubtedly a great insult to us."

"Do you want to usurp power?" Chen Yun asked calmly with a normal expression.

"That's right. As cultivators, how can we be like those ordinary villagers and let those so-called elders order us around at will?"

Another old man with a red face also said with twinkling eyes:
"From what Brother Bao said, you are very powerful. If you take action, this matter will be 100% certain."

Chen Yun touched his chin, glanced at the two of them, and said, "I'm not interested in this matter, and I plan to leave here."

Having said this, Chen Yun glanced at the cultivator named Yun.

He is the leader of the Tianfu Sect and also knows how to make the spirit-summoning talisman.

"Leave here? Are you not satisfied with this village and want to go to another village? I don't know. Our village is one of the largest villages among all human villages. The situation of other villages is much worse than ours."

The old man with a long beard was stunned and couldn't help but blurt out.

After hearing what the other party said, Chen Yun smiled faintly, shook his head gently and said nothing.

"Could it be that you, Daoist friend, want to climb that Storm Mountain?"

When the hunchbacked old man saw Chen Yun's expression, a light bulb went off in his head and his face was filled with astonishment.

"Why, is it weird that I want to leave here?"

Chen Yun looked the old man up and down and chuckled.

"This is not a strange thing, but do you know where Storm Mountain is and how dangerous it is?"

The red-faced old man twirled his white beard and asked with a strange look on his face.

"Under Storm Mountain, there are several of the most powerful Yin beasts in the Yin and Ming Land. If you disturb them carelessly, you will die without a burial place. Even if you can get through the Yin and Ming beast by chance, the Yin and Ming wind and phantom fog above the storm are also invisible and deadly."

The hunchbacked old man's expression changed several times, and then he spoke with a look of fear.

After listening to the persuasion of several people, Chen Yun waved his hand and said calmly: "Fellow Daoists, there is no need to persuade me, but I will not give up unless I try it myself."

When it comes to this, Chen Yun suddenly changes the subject: "But before I leave, I can help you rule this village."

“I believe that with my strength, I can rule not only this village, but also the entire Yinming Land village.”

Hearing Chen Yun's words, the three of them looked at each other.

Only Bao Huanzi, who had seen Chen Yun's strength, showed trust: "With the help of fellow Taoists, this may not be a difficult task."

"Then I wonder what you want?"

The cultivator named Yun was very calm and started asking immediately.

After all, no one will help for no reason, so there must be some ulterior motive.

Chen Yun smiled slightly. He had to admit that it was easy to talk to smart people.

"I need skills and a storage bag."

At this point, Chen Yun added: "After all, I am leaving this place. If I can take these out, they will be worth a lot of money."

The three of them looked at each other, still having no hope of leaving the dark place.

"If that's the case, then I have a spell that I can pass on to you, fellow Taoist."

As he spoke, the monk surnamed Yun immediately said to Chen Yun: "Brother Chen, please wait a moment."

After saying this, he immediately walked out of the house.

Didn't keep them waiting for long.

After just half a cup of tea, the monk named Yun came back panting.

He walked up to Chen Yun, then took out a rough bone box from his arms and handed it to Chen Yun with both hands.

"It contains one of the three spiritual talismans of my Tianfu Sect, the 'Spirit-Falling Talisman', the formula for refining it. It has always been practiced only by the head of the sect." (End of this chapter)