Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

"Don't worry, that's for sure."

It took Wu Feilong two days to reach the Monster Mountain Range. It was already dark when he found an inn to stay in and continued reading "The Collection of Herbs". He finished reading most of it in one night.

As dawn broke and the east began to lighten, Wu Feilong eagerly mounted his flying sword and sped towards the mysterious and unpredictable Monster Mountain Range. His movements were lightning-fast, weaving through the clouds and mist, and he soon arrived at the place where the Deadly Mushrooms grew.

However, to his great disappointment, he couldn't find any trace of the Bright Eyes Grass. Filled with suspicion, he frowned and pondered, "I clearly saw the Bright Eyes Grass here last time, how could it suddenly disappear?" With these questions in mind, Wu Feilong began to search the surrounding area carefully.

Persistence pays off. After a long and arduous search, he finally spotted a cluster of deadly mushrooms not far ahead. And in the center of this grove of mushrooms grew a vibrant green, faintly fragrant Brightening Grass! Seeing this, Wu Feilong dared not be careless. He immediately unleashed his ultimate technique—Phoenix Flame—to completely envelop himself, protecting himself from the deadly poison released by the mushrooms. Then, he cautiously approached the Brightening Grass and successfully plucked it, placing it in his robes.

However, Wu Feilong knew that this single Brightening Grass would likely be insufficient to meet his needs, so he decided to continue exploring the area, hoping to find more Brightening Grass and other precious herbs. Sure enough, he hadn't gone far when he discovered another Brightening Grass among another cluster of Deadly Mushrooms. In addition, he unexpectedly acquired some other rare herbs, and overjoyed, he quickly stored all these treasures in his storage bag.

Just as Wu Feilong was about to take flight, suddenly, a strange and inexplicable force, like a python, tightly coiled around his body, rendering him instantly immobile. Wu Feilong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked around, but found nothing unusual. His suspicion grew, and he muttered to himself, "Could I be hallucinating? I clearly feel something binding me, but why can't I see it?"

Faced with this bizarre situation, Wu Feilong dared not be careless in the slightest. He gripped the Netherworld Sword tightly in his right hand and began wildly slashing in all directions. As a burst of sharp sword energy crisscrossed, the force binding him gradually dissipated. Having escaped his predicament, Wu Feilong dared not linger. He immediately activated his flying sword, transforming into a streak of light and swiftly departing from this dangerous and unknown place.

Just as he was about to fly away on his sword, he was bound again. Wu Feilong used Phoenix Flame, and flames erupted from his body. Only then did he see the true form of the dragon. It was a two-meter-long chameleon dragon with two pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings. It was at the first level of the Golden Core stage.

The chameleon spewed black mist, and Wu Feilong flew backward. The black mist enveloped the Deadly Mushroom, which was corroded into a pool of black water.

Wu Feilong dared not be careless. He enveloped himself in Phoenix Flame, gripped the Netherworld Sword, and charged forward. The black mist sizzled as it touched the Phoenix Flame. The chameleon dragon flicked out its long tongue, which Wu Feilong slashed with his sword. The tongue retracted, and Wu Feilong vanished.

With a swift movement, he soared into the air like a graceful bird. Then, he retrieved several bags of flour and, without hesitation, scattered them down. The white flour, like swirling snowflakes, drifted down and quickly covered the ground. Much of the flour landed on the massive body of the chameleon dragon, like snowflakes falling gently.

Wu Feilong, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally seized the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the Chameleon Dragon. His eyes narrowed, his hands quickly formed hand seals, and he chanted incantations before suddenly pointing forward. In an instant, the Netherworld Sword on his back seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, emitting a clear sword cry, and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the Chameleon Dragon.

However, the chameleon dragon reacted extremely quickly. With a sudden flap of its massive wings, it created a gust of wind, and its entire body instantly retreated more than a meter. The Netherworld Sword grazed its body, missing its target entirely.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong knew that relying solely on sword control techniques would be insufficient to strike the agile and unpredictable chameleon. Therefore, with a thought, he unleashed his unique skill—the Thunder Light Step. His feet moved with lightning speed, catching the Netherworld Sword that had just missed its target in the blink of an eye. Then, his figure appeared out of thin air in front of the chameleon like a ghost.

At this moment, Wu Feilong's momentum was unstoppable. He once again mobilized his inner true essence, continuously pouring it into the Netherworld Sword in his hand. As the true essence was poured in, the Netherworld Sword shone brightly, and streams of sharp sword energy surged out from it, intertwining and converging in the air to form a giant black dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced fiercely towards the chameleon dragon.

The chameleon dragon clearly hadn't anticipated Wu Feilong's powerful killing move and was caught off guard. With a deafening crash, the black dragon formed from the sword energy slammed into the chameleon dragon. It screamed in agony, its body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Upon closer inspection, a deep sword wound several meters long was visible on its body, blood gushing out and staining a large patch of earth red.

Despite its severe injuries, the chameleon showed no sign of wanting to fight. Enduring the excruciating pain, it flapped its wings desperately, trying to escape. But Wu Feilong wasn't about to let it get away so easily. He used his Lightning Step again, his figure as swift as lightning, and quickly gave chase. Just as the chameleon was about to escape, Wu Feilong leaped into the air and unleashed a powerful punch. This punch, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, struck the chameleon squarely.

The chameleon, having been struck hard, could no longer withstand the blow and crashed to the ground, creating a huge crater. Now completely enraged, the chameleon opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a thick black mist that swept towards Wu Feilong.

Wu Feilong leaped down, punching him relentlessly until he lay motionless, reduced to a pile of minced meat. The black golden core emitted a dim light and was stored in his storage bag.

He rose up, flew into the air, and flew away on his sword. Looking back, he saw a deep pit beside him, filled with animal bones, and the Yellow Spring Flower shimmering with a blood-red light next to the bones.

The Yellow Spring Flower has extremely demanding growing conditions, only growing in dark places with heavy death energy. It is a rare herb, and Wu Feilong naturally did not want to miss it.

Upon reaching the deep pit, the dark core within his body became active, and death energy surged into his body like a tide. He tried to stop his body, but found it completely uncontrollable. Only when the death energy in the pit completely dissipated did his body finally stop.

He touched himself and found no change, so he ignored it, picked all the Yellow Spring Flowers in the pit, and flew towards the Heavenly Sword Sect on his sword.