Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

After several encounters with masters, Wu Feilong realized his own shortcomings and trained even harder.

Days passed. One day, Wu Feilong was diligently practicing in his room as usual. Just as he was concentrating, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him. It was his senior sister, He Ying, who said coquettishly, "Junior brother, stop practicing and come out to eat!"

Wu Feilong awkwardly pulled his hand away from He Ying's and said, "Senior Sister, it's not good if others see us all pulling and tugging like this." However, He Ying didn't seem to care and kept urging him, "Oh, hurry up, my mother made so much delicious food today!"

Left with no other choice, Wu Feilong followed He Ying to the dining table, where a sumptuous feast was laid out. It turned out that He Wei had always doted on Wu Feilong, treating him like a son, and had specially prepared this large meal to treat him. At this time, Li Ling and Sun Wang were also invited. Everyone sat together, chatting and laughing, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere – a truly heartwarming scene.

After a hearty meal, Wu Feilong planned to return to his room to continue his training. But just as he stood up, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect blocked his way; this man was Yang Jie. Yang Jie looked at Wu Feilong with a provocative expression and sneered, "Oh ho, trash, where are you rushing off to? Have you got the guts to fight me?"

Wu Feilong frowned slightly and retorted without backing down, "Hmph, who do you think you are? Why do you think you can just decide to compete like that?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jie was instantly enraged. He pointed at Wu Feilong and roared, "You brat, if I win this match, from now on you stay away from Junior Sister!"

Wu Feilong was completely confused and asked in bewilderment, "Junior Sister? I don't usually interact with any other women except when I'm focused on practicing my skills."

Seeing this, Yang Jie became even more furious, stomping his foot and cursing, "You ungrateful bastard, still pretending to be stupid here! The junior sister I'm talking about is naturally Junior Sister He Ying, is there anyone else?"

"I really have nothing to do with her! If you like her, then go after her yourself. What does this have to do with me?" he said innocently, feeling quite puzzled as to how he had been so inexplicably dragged into this mess. Besides, He Ying was seven or eight years older than him.

"Hmph, if you're a man, let's have a fair and square duel!" the opponent roared menacingly.

Just then, He Ying saw a group of people gathered in a circle and curiously approached. After overhearing the conversation, she walked straight to Wu Feilong, naturally took his arm, and said coquettishly to Yang Jie, "Yang Jie, you'd better give up! If you dare to keep bothering me, I'll have my junior brother teach you a lesson."

Wu Feilong was now in a truly hopeless situation. He shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "Alright, since that's the case, let's go!" After saying that, the two of them walked towards the martial arts arena together.

Soon, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire sect. Upon hearing it, a large group of disciples were all extremely excited and flocked to the arena to watch the spectacle.

Some people in the crowd began to whisper.

Who do you think will win?

"Is there even a question? It's definitely Senior Brother Yang Jie! He's a master at the seventh level of Qi Refining! On the other hand, Sun Kang, although he follows the sect leader around all day, is just a complete good-for-nothing!"

"Yeah, yeah, I really don't understand why the sect leader would take on such a disciple. Maybe he really did bewitch him!" The crowd discussed animatedly.

Yang Jie, his face grave, clenched his fingers and muttered incantations. Suddenly, the gleaming flying sword behind him hummed, as if imbued with life, and shot out with a mighty roar! With the crisp sound of the sword being drawn, Yang Jie declared loudly, "Normally, as the sect leader's disciple, I should address you as Senior Brother. However, based on the strength you've displayed so far, though I may outwardly submit, I am utterly unconvinced! If you truly want me to submit, then you must reveal your true abilities and we shall have a contest. Today, I will give it my all!"

Before the words were even finished, the flying sword shot off like lightning, heading straight for Wu Feilong. Faced with such a fierce attack, Wu Feilong stood motionless, showing no intention of dodging. The onlookers below gasped in shock; some of the more timid instinctively covered their eyes, muttering, "It's over, it's over, this is going to be a bloody disaster..."

Just when everyone thought the competition was about to end in bloodshed, Wu Feilong merely lowered his head slightly and casually glanced at the panicked crowd below. Then, he too made a hand seal, commanding a seemingly ordinary wooden sword to fly into the air. In the blink of an eye, the wooden sword drew an arc in the air and struck Yang Jie's flying sword with perfect precision.

With a crisp "crack," the once incredibly hard flying sword, capable of cutting through iron like mud, instantly snapped in two. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, as swift and dazzling as lightning. Seeing this, everyone present gaped in astonishment, speechless for a long moment.

"This... how is this possible? A mere wooden sword can cut through a flying sword made of steel?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes, and judging from his technique and power, he should be at the ninth level of Qi Refining. But he wasn't this powerful before!" Another person was also shocked, a stark contrast to the ordinary Sun Kang they remembered. A buzz of discussion erupted below the stage, people filled with curiosity and doubt about this astonishing Wu Feilong.

Without hesitation, Yang Jie discarded his sword, clenched his fist, and charged forward like a tiger. At the same time, a wooden sword flew towards him with lightning speed, reaching him in an instant. Seeing this, Yang Jie quickly retreated to dodge the attack. However, no matter how he dodged, the wooden sword seemed to possess a spirit of its own, relentlessly pursuing him. He moved to the left, and the wooden sword followed; he dodged to the right, and the wooden sword swiftly advanced, always firmly positioned in front of him, blocking his path.

Seeing this, Yang Jie steeled himself and suddenly reached out to grab the wooden sword. But just as he was about to succeed, the wooden sword suddenly and nimbly retreated, causing him to miss. Due to the excessive force, Yang Jie lost his balance and stumbled back several steps before barely regaining his footing. And just as he regained his footing, the wooden sword reappeared in front of him like a ghost, with astonishing speed.

Yang Jie was already panting heavily. Knowing that continuing would be futile, he said helplessly, "I admit defeat, Senior Brother Sun!" At this point, he was finally convinced of the strength of his Senior Brother Sun.

Upon seeing this, the numerous disciples standing below the stage all shouted in unison, "Senior Brother Sun is mighty!" Their voices resounded through the sky and echoed for a long time.

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, Senior Brother Sun nodded slightly and then said loudly, "Alright, everyone go back to your cultivation." With that, he turned and left.

In truth, Senior Brother Sun's vigorous display of his strength wasn't solely for his long-time crush, Junior Sister He Ying. More importantly, he wanted to prove to everyone that he was no longer the same useless, bullied person he once was. Through this spectacular competition, he not only brought great honor to his master but also earned the respect of his fellow disciples, who no longer dared to look down on him in the slightest.

As expected, from that day on, everyone in the sect would respectfully address Senior Brother Sun as "Senior Brother Sun" whenever they saw him. Although his cultivation level might be slightly inferior to those senior disciples, his astonishing talent and strength in reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining at the young age of sixteen was enough to make him a genius, so naturally no one dared to underestimate him.