Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

A bright, full moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery light and illuminating the entire courtyard. Wu Feilong, Sun Wang, and He Ying's family sat around the dining table, the atmosphere harmonious, laughter filling the air. However, in stark contrast to this joyful scene, He Wei stood alone quietly by the window, his gaze fixed on the silent night outside, a deep sorrow on his face.

Although the toxins in his body have been successfully suppressed, this is only a temporary measure. It remains like a time bomb hidden deep inside, which could explode at any time and become a huge hidden danger.

After dinner, everyone gradually dispersed. At this moment, He Wei gently beckoned Wu Feilong to follow him to the study. After entering the study, He Wei slowly sat down, looking at his disciple with a solemn expression, and said, "My disciple, I will not hide it from you, but I am actually afflicted with a rare soul poison, and I am already nearing the end of my life. I am afraid I don't have much time left..." As he said this, He Wei sighed slightly, a trace of helplessness and resentment flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wu Feilong was immediately shocked and asked anxiously, "How could this happen? Which villain committed this heinous act? Master, do you know who did it?"

He Wei shook his head and replied in a heavy tone, "It is still unknown, but judging from all indications, their move is clearly aimed at our Heavenly Sword Sect."

Wu Feilong frowned and quickly asked, "Isn't there any way to save us?"

He Wei said with a wry smile, "Alas, even the renowned physician Zhang Daojing, known for his miraculous healing skills, is helpless in this matter. All he can do is temporarily suppress the poison. If this continues, my soul will eventually dissipate."

Hearing this, Wu Feilong felt a pang of pain in his heart, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears. He clenched his fists tightly and said firmly, "Master, please rest assured, your disciple will definitely not let anything happen to you! No matter the cost, I will do everything in my power to find an antidote."

He returned to his familiar yet humble dwelling, his mind replaying every moment he had spent with his master over the years. His master had not only cared for him personally and taught him diligently, but had also devoted himself to his entire family. Especially during that life-or-death moment, if his master hadn't stepped forward and risked his life to save him, he would likely have perished long ago. Now, his master was poisoned and on the verge of death, and he secretly vowed to do everything in his power to save him. Without hesitation, he locked himself in his room and buried himself in the various precious texts left behind by the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Refinements, hoping to find a way to cure the poison.

In the days that followed, he immersed himself almost entirely in the mountains of books. Aside from brief mealtimes and sleep, he devoted all his time to searching for any clues related to the soul poison. However, this soul poison was extremely rare and bizarre, and cracking it was no easy task. But he was not discouraged; instead, his determination to save his master grew even stronger.

Time flies, and before they knew it, a month had passed. On this day, just as Wu Feilong was engrossed in reading a yellowed ancient book, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door. Immediately afterward, He Ying cried out, her voice trembling with tears, "Junior brother, something terrible has happened! My father is critically ill, and he says he wants to see you!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feilong's heart trembled. He dropped the book in his hand, flew to the door, opened it, and said urgently, "Senior Sister, don't cry, take me to see Master!" Before he finished speaking, the two of them took to the air and sped towards their Master's residence.

Before long, they arrived at their master's bedroom. The moment they stepped inside, a pungent, bloody stench assaulted their nostrils. Looking up, they saw He Wei lying on the dilapidated sickbed, his face ashen and devoid of color, barely breathing. Beside the bed sat a large copper basin filled with pitch-black, poisonous blood—a horrifying sight.

"Master, your disciple is late!" Wu Feilong rushed forward, tightly grasping He Wei's withered hands, his eyes instantly welling up with tears. He Wei was already at his last gasp, but seeing his beloved disciple arrive, he managed a weak smile. With his last ounce of strength, he pulled Wu Feilong and Liu Xiong, who was standing to the side, and said feebly, "I fear my days are numbered... From now on, the affairs of this sect will depend on you and the elders. Remember, you must cultivate diligently and not disappoint your master's expectations..." After saying these words, He Wei's eyes slowly closed, as if he were about to breathe his last.

"Master, you mustn't be hurt! Your disciple will go to Muchuntang right now to ask that divine doctor Zhang for help!" Wu Feilong was extremely anxious. Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of the Tianjian Sect with lightning speed and heading straight for Muchuntang.

"I'm tired...you should all go back and rest!" He Wei said weakly. Even standing and speaking seemed to require all his strength; each word was uttered with extraordinary difficulty, his voice as faint as the flutter of a mosquito's wings, as if a gust of wind could dissipate it. His face was as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and he looked like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of collapse. After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, his body swaying involuntarily.

He Ying and her daughter Long Jing walked out of the room, their eyes filled with tears. They supported each other, their steps unsteady and heavy. Back in their room, they could no longer contain their grief, embracing each other tightly and weeping uncontrollably. Tears streamed down their faces, soaking their clothes. Their cries echoed in the quiet night, heartbreaking to hear.

Liu Xiong stood to the side, his face showing sorrow, but his heart was already bursting with joy. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quietly slipped down the mountain. Along the way, he walked briskly and was in a cheerful mood, soon arriving at the brothel at the foot of the mountain. After entering the brothel, he went straight to the top-class room, familiar with the place.

As soon as they entered the top-tier room, a mysterious, masked man greeted them, eagerly asking, "How did it go? How did things turn out?"

Liu Xiong replied smugly, "Don't worry! He Wei has been poisoned and is now bedridden, barely breathing. He might die at any moment!"

Upon hearing this news, the masked man nodded in satisfaction and said approvingly, "Well done! Tomorrow I will send men to attack the Heavenly Sword Sect, and then you will be the new sect leader."

Upon hearing this, a glint of greed and excitement flashed in Liu Xiong's eyes. He then said viciously, "And that Sun Kang, I've always disliked him. You must help me get rid of him!"

The masked man chuckled dismissively and replied with disdain, "Don't worry, you're just a nobody who hasn't even reached the Golden Core stage yet. Besides, you're not the only one in the Heavenly Sword Sect who's one of ours."