Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

“Very well, it seems we can only search for clues about the Longevity Pill again. You were seriously injured this time and need to recuperate properly.” As He Wei spoke, he took out an exquisite jade bottle from his pocket and gently handed it to Yunxiao. The jade bottle contained several pills that emitted a faint fragrance, clearly not ordinary.

One morning, sunlight streamed through the window into Wu Feilong's room. A soft, urgent knock broke the silence. "Come in!" the sect leader's booming voice called from inside. Wu Feilong took a deep breath, slowly pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

“Master, I have come with great courage because I wish to request permission to go down the mountain to find the renowned Zhang Daojing, who is known for his miraculous healing skills,” Wu Feilong said respectfully, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and urgency.

The sect leader frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Wu Feilong. He said earnestly, "My disciple, I understand your filial piety, but the situation in the martial world is complex, volatile, and extremely dangerous. If you rashly leave the mountain with your current strength and encounter any misfortune, the consequences could be unimaginable!"

Wu Feilong gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "But Master, if we continue to wait like this, I am afraid that my condition will only get worse. I hope that Master can allow me to go down the mountain and give it a try."

The sect leader sighed softly, shook his head, and said, "Disciple, don't be impatient. Once your strength reaches the sixth level of Foundation Establishment or above, I will naturally agree to let you leave the mountain. Before that, you must not act rashly."

Wu Feilong knew that his master's words made sense, so he nodded and replied, "Disciple understands, and will definitely work harder to cultivate and live up to Master's expectations." After saying that, he turned and left the room, returning to his residence.

From then on, Wu Feilong cultivated even more diligently. He rose early every day, breathing in the morning sun until nightfall. To quickly improve his strength, he even risked swallowing a precious centipede beast core, then, with unwavering perseverance and profound skill, meticulously refined and absorbed its powerful energy. After several days of arduous cultivation, Wu Feilong finally broke through his bottleneck, his strength advancing to the second level of the Foundation Establishment stage. However, he was not satisfied; instead, he devoted himself even more diligently to his subsequent cultivation…

Looking at his junior brother who was diligently practicing his skills, Liu Xiong felt a surge of pity. He slowly stepped forward and said softly, "Junior brother, I don't need to elaborate on the preciousness of this beast core. Most things in the world can be traded for money, but to cure that stubborn eye ailment, one needs the help of a peerless physician. Physicians often disdain gold and silver treasures, but if we could offer some rare treasures, such as a more powerful beast core, perhaps we could pique their interest. Why don't we secretly head to the mysterious and unpredictable Monster Mountain Range, risk our lives to hunt monsters, obtain the beast core, and then plead with the divine physician for help? In this way, I believe your mother's eye ailment will surely be cured completely!"

He knew all too well the immense value of the Thousand-Legged Centipede Beast Core that had once greatly increased his strength and enabled him to break through several realms. Continuing to wait in vain would likely only lead to a bleak and indefinite wait for his fate. Rather than passively awaiting death, he decided to take the initiative and fight back.

Hearing his senior brother's words, the junior brother nodded gratefully and asked eagerly, "Senior brother, thank you so much! So when do we set off?"

Liu Xiong quickly waved his hand to signal his junior brother to calm down, and solemnly replied, "Don't rush. This operation is no small matter, and we must make thorough preparations. We will meet at the foot of the mountain in half a month. Remember, we must never let Master know about this, otherwise, given his cautious and conservative nature, he will definitely not agree to us doing this."

After discussing the matter with his senior brother, Wu Feilong immediately descended the mountain and headed straight for the blacksmith's shop on Iron Mountain. He asked the blacksmith to carefully forge several powerful hidden weapons for him, and also took the opportunity to visit the blacksmith's family. Seeing that they were now living a carefree and happy life, Wu Feilong was genuinely happy for them.

Time flies like an arrow, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Wu Feilong found an excuse to ask for leave from the mountain, and then hurriedly went down the mountain. When he arrived at the agreed place at the bottom of the mountain, he successfully met Liu Xiong, who was already waiting there. The two smiled at each other, and then set off side by side towards the fearsome Monster Mountain Range.

The Monster Mountain Range is vast and boundless, stretching for over a thousand miles. From afar, the towering peaks rise and fall, resembling a giant, winding dragon coiled across the land. The mountain range is divided into two main areas: the outer and the central region. The closer one gets to the center, the more powerful and terrifying the monsters that inhabit it become.

It was midday, the sky was cloudless, and the sun blazed fiercely high in the sky, casting countless golden rays. Liu Xiong held a yellowed map, examined it carefully, and then pointed ahead, saying, "Junior brother, look, this is the outer area of ​​the Demonic Beast Mountain Range. We must be extra careful when entering. It is said that a ferocious beast called the 'Demonic Beast Ox and Horse' often appears in this area. The demon core nurtured within its body is priceless!"

Wu Feilong nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Liu Xiong's opinion: "We will leave everything to Senior Brother's arrangements." Thus, the two of them tiptoed and carefully stepped into this mysterious and dangerous mountain forest.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches and leaves lush and verdant; shrubs grow wildly, weaving together to form a green maze; and countless exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, adorning this primeval forest. However, due to the dense canopy, only a few rays of sunlight can penetrate through the gaps to reach the ground, making the forest somewhat dark and gloomy.

After walking anxiously for several kilometers, Liu Xiong suddenly stopped, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands, his face turning extremely pale. "Oh dear, junior brother, I think I ate something bad on the way here, and I'm in terrible pain. Please wait a moment while I go to the bushes over there to take care of myself..." Before he finished speaking, he dashed into the depths of the bushes like a gust of wind, followed by a rustling sound.

After waiting for a while, no one came. Wu Feilong called out, "Senior brother, are you done?" There was no response. He went to check, but the person was gone, leaving only a large piece of meat, which emitted a rich aroma.

Liu Xiong had already left the Monster Mountain Range and looked in the direction of Wu Feilong: "Junior brother, don't blame me. Blame Master for spoiling you too much. I can only be the future sect leader."

Suddenly, a rustling sound reached Wu Feilong's keen ears. His heart tightened, and he quickly turned around to see a swarm of terrifying man-eating ants slowly and menacingly crawling towards him. These ants were enormous, some reaching a meter in length!

Their jet-black bodies shimmered eerily in the sunlight, and thin, transparent wings sprouted from their backs, as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. But what was most chilling was their uncontrollable, fanatical craving for meat.

In the blink of an eye, the scattered pieces of flesh on the ground had been completely devoured by the swarm of greedy man-eating ants. Faced with such a horrific sight, Wu Feilong knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die. He made a decisive move, stepped on his flying sword, and in a flash, he flew away.

However, to his surprise, dozens of man-eating ants simultaneously flapped their wings and took flight like a swarm of black ghosts, instantly blocking his path. Moreover, as time went on, more and more man-eating ants poured out of the cave, like a surging black torrent.