Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Immediately afterward, Wu Feilong's figure flickered and vanished without a trace. The next moment, he teleported silently behind the Thunder King like a ghost. His right hand gripped a gleaming Netherworld Sword, and without hesitation, he swung it fiercely at the Thunder King. However, to Wu Feilong's surprise, the Thunder King seemed to have anticipated his move. He simply shifted his body slightly, easily dodging the fatal blow.

"You really can see me!" Wu Feilong said in astonishment.

The Thunder King's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he said, "Last time, someone actually managed to vanish without a trace, which aroused my suspicions. I never expected that such a method of concealment truly existed in the world. Hmph, you managed to take advantage of my unpreparedness that day! But no matter how you hide, you can't escape my Yin-Yang Eyes! I, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, am here, and you, a mere Golden Core stage lackey, will quickly surrender!"

However, the only response he received was a cold and resolute two words—"Dream on!"

Wu Feilong no longer concealed himself and suddenly appeared, gripping the Devouring Yuan Sword tightly in his hand. Without hesitation, he swung it forcefully at the Thunder King. In an instant, an incomparably powerful sword aura roared out, transforming in the air into a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring, its body engulfed in flames, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Thunder King remained completely calm. He swiftly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Then, he bit his tongue, spitting out a drop of blood essence that landed precisely on the copper coin sword in his hand. The next moment, the copper coin sword shone brightly and shot out, instantly transforming into a mighty thunder dragon that lunged at the phoenix with bared fangs and claws.

A dragon and a phoenix engaged in a fierce battle in the air, accompanied by flashes of lightning, thunder, and towering flames. Neither would yield an inch, and neither could gain the upper hand. Finally, with a deafening roar, the dragon and phoenix vanished into the endless天地 (heaven and earth).

At this moment, a greedy glint flashed in the eyes of the Thunder King as he stared at the Devouring Yuan Sword in Wu Feilong's hand and said, "What a fine sword! Such a treasure is worthy of a hero, but unfortunately your strength is too weak to possess it. Hand it over obediently, and I may spare your life!" With that, he moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Wu Feilong.

With a muffled thud, the Thunder King's fist struck Wu Feilong's chest. Wu Feilong felt an overwhelming force surge through him, and his body was involuntarily sent flying backward. He barely managed to regain his footing several dozen feet away.

He was secretly astonished, never expecting that this seemingly frail Taoist priest not only had a physical strength almost equal to his own, but also possessed astonishing speed.

The Thunder King stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing the Devouring Yuan Sword before him. A hint of admiration flickered in his eyes, and he blurted out, "Indeed! This sword is extraordinary." Standing to the side, Wu Feilong chanted incantations, and a low, mysterious incantation rang out. Instantly, the Devouring Yuan Sword shone with a dazzling golden light, transforming into a greedy beast that began to frantically devour the Thunder King's true essence.

"This..." The Thunder King was completely unprepared for this situation. He felt his true essence flowing out like a burst dam. Terrified, he desperately tried to break free from the Devouring Sword's hold, but no matter how much he struggled, the sword clung to him like a leech. Seeing his true essence draining away faster and faster, the Thunder King gritted his teeth, made a snap decision, and swung the sword in his left hand, slashing fiercely at his right. A scream rang out, and the Thunder King's right arm severed, blood gushing from the stump, splattering everywhere.

Having finally escaped the clutches of the Devouring Sword, the Thunder King, ignoring the excruciating pain of his wounds, turned and mounted his flying sword, speeding away. How could Wu Feilong so easily relinquish this impending victory? With a wave of his hand, the Devouring Sword roared out once more, tracing an arc in the air before transforming into a gigantic phoenix, its wings outstretched, chasing after the Thunder King.

At this moment, the Thunder King, having lost his right arm, was severely weakened, and his left hand was far less agile than his right. Despite his desperate efforts to chant incantations and manipulate his fingers to defend against the phoenix's attack, he was ultimately too slow. With a deafening crash, the phoenix slammed into the Thunder King. Unable to withstand such a powerful blow, the Thunder King plummeted from the sky like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

After collapsing to the ground, the Thunder King's face was ashen, blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head, looking at Wu Feilong with eyes full of resentment and regret, and said with difficulty, "You brat, you're so strange... I was so careless, I underestimated you!"

"Too late!" With a furious roar, Wu Feilong, wielding the Devouring Yuan Sword, thrust it into his opponent's chest with overwhelming force. The Devouring Yuan Sword seemed to possess a life of its own, its blade shimmering with an eerie light as it slowly began to devour the true essence within his opponent's body. Wu Feilong, meanwhile, closed his eyes tightly and used his Soul Searching Technique, attempting to extract the secrets from his opponent's mind.

Time ticked by, and finally, as Wu Feilong completed the soul search, the once majestic Thunder King was now emaciated and barely breathing. However, this wasn't the end. Suddenly, Wu Feilong opened his eyes, and two golden beams shot out from them—his cultivated Fiery Eyes. Then, an astonishing scene unfolded—a pair of yin-yang eyes shot out from the Thunder King's eye sockets, directly into Wu Feilong's fiery eyes. In an instant, the two merged, bursting forth with dazzling light. When the light faded, Wu Feilong's eyes had undergone a tremendous change, transforming into the rare double pupils.

Wu Feilong didn't stop. He quickly looted all the magical artifacts and storage bags from the Thunder King, even taking the skeleton with him. After doing all this, he flashed away like a ghost, speeding towards the inn in the capital.

Meanwhile, inside the inn in the capital, Chun Shiniang was anxiously awaiting Wu Feilong's return. Like an ant on a hot plate, she paced back and forth in the room, her heart filled with worry and unease. Just then, the door opened, and Wu Feilong's tall figure appeared in the doorway. Upon seeing him, Chun Shiniang could no longer contain her excitement. She rushed forward, tightly embracing Wu Feilong, burying her face deeply in his broad chest, her voice trembling with tears as she said, "I thought something had happened to you..."

Wu Feilong gently patted Chun Shiniang's back, comforting her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. There's just one last thing to take care of. After this is over, we'll leave the capital. This can't go on forever, and I'm already engaged, so I can't give you a proper title. You're young and beautiful, you could easily find a good husband and live a happy life." With that, he gently pushed Chun Shiniang away, looking at her with tender yet firm eyes.

"No, besides, it's normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines. At worst, I'll be the mistress. Besides, we've already consummated our marriage, and this is my first time with you. You can't shirk your responsibility."

"I was so confused at the time that I didn't even know what I was feeling."

"Would you like to do it again, then you'll know what that wonderful, cloud-like feeling is like?"

"No, but you can't do that again, or I'll kick you out."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. You've made me so worried today, so you have to let me sleep with you. I promise I won't do anything. I'm scared to be alone," Chun Shiniang said, acting like a coquettish woman in love.

"Okay, but I need to take a shower first."

That night, Chun Shiniang rested her head on his arm and fell asleep in his arms. Wu Feilong always remembered the master's teachings and recited the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sutra every day, achieving the ability to remain unmoved even with a woman in his arms.