Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Before long, Wu Feilong and Sun Wang appeared before the crowd. Zhang Hao looked Wu Feilong up and down with great curiosity, especially when he saw the bulging bag on his back. He couldn't help but frown and say, "Look at them, they're all traveling light and as light as swallows. You, on the other hand, are carrying such a big thing. How can you be fast?"

Wu Feilong, however, looked confident and said with a slight upturn of his lips, "Hehe, Brother Zhang, just wait and see my good news!" After saying that, he ignored the strange looks from others and walked forward on his own.

The others were agile and quick, quickly surging ahead and leaving Wu Feilong far behind. Wu Feilong, however, continued walking slowly with his bag on his back, covering about twenty meters in no time.

Sun Wang, who was following beside him, was getting a little anxious and couldn't help but urge, "Little brother, look, everyone else has already disappeared. If we don't hurry up, we'll fall behind!"

Wu Feilong patted Sun Wang on the shoulder, comforting him, "Brother, don't worry, the time is almost right. I'll carry you and we'll fly over together in a bit." He stopped, crouched down, and untied his backpack strap, revealing a simple paraglider he had made himself. It turned out that before setting off, Wu Feilong had carefully observed the surrounding environment and discovered that the wind was blowing from bottom to top, even the thick chains were swaying back and forth in the wind. With this wind force, carrying the two of them was no problem at all.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept by. Wu Feilong seized the opportunity, quickly deploying his paraglider. In an instant, the paraglider, like a kite spreading its wings, soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, Wu Feilong and Sun Wang were lifted into the air, speeding towards the flying island. In just a few seconds, they easily overtook everyone who had gone ahead.

Just as Dong Wu picked up the exquisite teacup in his hand, about to take a sip of tea, he was suddenly stunned by what he saw. He murmured involuntarily, "What... what is this thing?"

The disciple standing beside him quickly explained, "Elder, to be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen such a wondrous thing! It can actually fly on its own." As he spoke, Wu Feilong steadily controlled the direction of the flying object, and in less than two minutes, the two of them had safely arrived on the flying island.

At this moment, Sun Tong, who was in charge of recording, said seriously, "Sun Kang and Sun Wang passed the first level in a quarter of an incense stick's time." Hearing this result, Sun Wang was as excited as a child, jumping up and down with joy, shouting, "Yay! We made it!"

However, at that moment, Ouyang Chen frowned and asked Dong Wu, "Elder, in my opinion, isn't it cheating for them to fly up here using external force? After all, they didn't climb up using their own strength." Dong Wu pondered for a moment before replying, "Our assessment has only two principles: one is to reach the flying island within the specified time, and the other is not to harm anyone. As for the method used, there are no explicit restrictions. I must say, the method they used is indeed quite ingenious."

And so, it took two whole days for all the disciples who came to participate in the assessment to finally complete the first test. Originally, there were tens of thousands of participants, but after layers of selection, only a mere hundred or so remained.

Dong Wu cleared his throat and said loudly, "Listen up, everyone. This second test is simpler than the first. What we will be testing next is your individual talents. Each of you only needs to drip a drop of blood onto the spirit pillar behind me. At that time, we will know your own talent attributes and corresponding levels. Only those who possess spiritual roots and whose talents reach Grade B or above will have the honor of becoming disciples of our Heavenly Sword Sect."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stepped forward to receive their number plates and lined up in an orderly queue to prepare for the test. Meanwhile, Dong Wu sat leisurely beside the spirit pillar, his left hand gently holding a teacup, his right hand slightly lifting the lid to gently blow away the tea leaves floating on the surface. He then slowly sipped the hot tea, his eyes constantly watching the movements of the spirit pillar.

Standing to the side, Ouyang Chen, responsible for taking attendance, called out loudly, "Number 1, Wang Le, please come forward to begin the test!" The young man named Wang Le quickly walked to the spirit pillar, took a deep breath, and carefully squeezed a drop of bright red blood from his fingertip, allowing it to fall precisely onto the pillar. Instantly, a faint yellow light emanated from the surface of the pillar, followed by the gradual emergence of a clearly visible tree-shaped pattern. Upon seeing this, Dong Wu immediately announced, "Wang Le, Wood Spirit Root, Grade B Talent." Hearing this result, a look of joy appeared on Wang Le's face. He quickly thanked Dong Wu and stepped down from the stage.

Next, Sun Wei, number 2, stepped forward and, as required, dripped a drop of his blood onto the spirit pillar. In the blink of an eye, the spirit pillar shone again, this time displaying a thick, earthy yellow color, and a lifelike mound pattern appeared on it. Dong Wu, after examining it, smiled and nodded, announcing loudly, "Sun Wei, Earth Spirit Root, Grade A Talent." Upon hearing this, a chorus of exclamations and envious whispers arose around him. Sun Wei himself was so excited he almost jumped for joy, his face beaming with barely suppressed delight.

When Zhao Dahai, number 3, went up, he seemed a little nervous, but after seeing the two people before him pass the test smoothly, he felt a little more at ease. He squeezed out a drop of blood with trembling hands and dripped it into the spirit pillar. This time, however, the light emitted by the spirit pillar was golden, and the pattern displayed on it was a sharp sword. After a moment's thought, Dong Wu announced loudly, "Zhao Dahai, Golden Spirit Root, Grade C Talent."

The test proceeded smoothly, name after name called out, and various spiritual roots and talents were revealed one by one. Some cheered with joy for revealing high-level talents, while others were disheartened for failing to meet the standards. Wu Feilong, watching everything unfold, was filled with curiosity and anticipation, secretly wondering what kind of spiritual roots and talents he himself would possess…

Finally, it was Sun Wang's turn. He walked with slightly trembling steps to the spirit pillar, a thin layer of sweat even appearing on his forehead, clearly indicating his nervousness. After standing still, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

At this moment, Ouyang Chen shouted loudly, "Sun Wang, Golden Spiritual Root, Grade B!" This news exploded through the crowd like a thunderclap in spring. Sun Wang's previously tense face instantly relaxed, replaced by uncontrollable joy. He excitedly turned around and shouted to his younger brother not far away, "Brother, I have a Golden Spiritual Root! I can join the Heavenly Sword Sect!" His excitement was overflowing, as if he could already see himself shining brightly on the path of cultivation.

Seeing Sun Wang so happy despite only having a second-grade spiritual root, Wu Feilong thought to himself, "Hmph, he's just a second-grade. With my talent, I should at least be a first-grade." With this thought, Wu Feilong confidently strode forward, unhesitatingly extending his finger and dripping a drop of blood onto the spirit pillar. Then, he stared intently at the pillar, eagerly anticipating a dazzling light that would prove his exceptional talent.