Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Liu Xiong was finally released from solitary confinement and, like Sun Tong and Ouyang Chen, became Dong Wu's right-hand man. He swaggered into the cell, beaming with pride. His eyes, frivolous and arrogant, swept over He Ying in the corner, a repulsive smile playing on his lips. "Little beauty," he said, "if you obediently nod and follow me faithfully from now on, I'll put in a good word for you with the sect leader and get you a way out."

He Ying's eyes widened in anger. She spat fiercely and cursed through gritted teeth, "Bah! You shameless scoundrel, you despicable villain! Even if I die, I will never submit to a traitor like you! Back then, my father treated you like his own son, showering you with care and protection. And what did you do? You actually committed such a heinous act!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiong's face instantly turned incredibly grim, veins bulging on his forehead. He roared, "You dare mention that old bastard? Humph! Ever since that brat Sun Kang arrived, you've all been fawning over him, ignoring me like I'm invisible. Why? In terms of martial arts, I'm no worse than him; in terms of strategy, I'm even better. So why do you all favor him? I simply can't swallow this!"

He Ying sneered, looking at Liu Xiong with disdain, and mocked, "Compared to my junior brother, you are worlds apart! He is kind-hearted, upright, and brave, unlike you who are treacherous, cunning, and selfish!"

Liu Xiong trembled with rage, his teeth grinding together. Suddenly, he shouted, "Guards! Bring that woman Li Ling here!" Several disciples rushed in and roughly bound Li Ling to a wooden frame. Liu Xiong strode to the side, grabbed a whip soaked in salt water, and lashed Li Ling mercilessly. A sharp crack rang out, and Li Ling's clothes tore open, blood instantly seeping out.

Sun Wang, who had been silently watching everything from the sidelines, could no longer contain his anger. His eyes turned bloodshot, and like a raging beast, he roared hoarsely, "You beast! Let go of my mother! Come at me if you dare!"

"Ah..." With this piercing scream, Li Ling, an ordinary person, simply could not bear such cruel torture. The whip was like a weapon in the hands of a demon, each lash leaving a shocking bloody welt on her delicate skin.

"It's all your damned son's fault!" Liu Xiong roared furiously, venting all his hatred for Wu Feilong on the innocent Li Ling. He raised his whip and mercilessly lashed out, one, two, three... After more than ten lashes, Li Ling's once snow-white body was now covered in crisscrossing welts, blood seeping from the wounds and staining the ground beneath her. Finally, Li Ling could no longer hold on; her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed unconscious.

"Hmph, how boring, they're so easily beaten." Liu Xiong threw away the blood-stained whip in his hand with a look of disdain, then turned around and coldly ordered the disciples beside him, "Except for that woman named He Ying, give everyone else a taste of these eighteen kinds of tortures every day."

"Yes, Senior Brother Liu," the disciples replied in unison, but a hint of fear and reluctance was revealed in their eyes.

At this moment, two jailers roughly dragged the unconscious Li Ling back to her cell like a dead pig. Sun Wang, who had been anxiously waiting for his mother's return, was heartbroken at the sight of this horrific scene. He rushed over like a madman, tightly embracing the injured Li Ling, and cried out hoarsely, "Mother, wake up!" Tears blurred his vision, and his voice became hoarse with extreme grief.

Enraged, Sun Wang abruptly stood up and swung his fist at one of the prison guards. With a muffled thud, the guard, caught off guard, fell to the ground. However, the other guard reacted swiftly, drawing his sword and menacingly pressing the blade against Li Ling's vulnerable neck, threatening, "Kid, if you dare move again, believe me, I'll kill her right now!"

"Please let my mother go!" Sun Wang shouted in terror and despair, then knelt down heavily with a thud, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Hmph, give him a good beating!" With this order, several fierce-looking prison guards pounced on Sun Wang like hungry wolves, swinging their fists and clubs and mercilessly smashing him down.

Sun Wang screamed in agony as he was beaten, his cries echoing throughout the cell. Yet, despite the brutal beating, he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain without retaliating. He knew that any resistance would not only fail to save his mother, but would also cost him his life.

The jailers rained blows on Sun Wang, each strike carrying immense force. Soon, Sun Wang was covered in bruises, his face a gruesome sight. Finally, the jailers, exhausted, stopped, panting heavily. By then, Sun Wang was already on the verge of death, collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, in a dark, damp pit on the back mountain, Wu Feilong slowly opened his eyes. He felt a heavy force pressing down on him, almost suffocating him. Instinctively, he swung his fist, and with a cracking sound, a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body—his bones had been shattered by his full-force punch.

Wu Feilong gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl out of the pit. He gazed at the towering peaks of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the distance, a flicker of resentment and unwillingness in his eyes. But ultimately, reason prevailed over impulse; he knew that rushing in now would only lead to certain death. This life-or-death struggle made Wu Feilong realize even more acutely the insignificance of his own strength. A single blow from his opponent had nearly cost him his life. If it weren't for the mysterious and unpredictable Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation Technique, he would probably already be reporting to the underworld and being reincarnated.

Deep within the Monster Mountain Range, Wu Feilong sat cross-legged atop a giant rock, carefully taking out a crystal-clear Yuan Stone from his robes. He took a deep breath, adjusted the flow of his internal energy, and then gripped the Yuan Stone tightly in his palm, focusing intently on absorbing the immense energy it contained.

As time passed, a faint light emanated from Wu Feilong's body, and his aura grew increasingly powerful. Unbeknownst to him, he had already broken through to the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment realm, and there were faint signs that he was about to form his Golden Core.

Feeling the improvement in his strength, Wu Feilong was overjoyed and immediately decided to strike while the iron was hot and try to condense his golden core. He quickly formed a series of complex hand seals, chanted incantations, and guided the surging true energy in his body to converge towards his dantian.

His first attempt failed, but Wu Feilong was not discouraged. After a short rest, he mustered his courage and tried again. Unfortunately, the result was still unsatisfactory. However, Wu Feilong was not one to give up easily. In the days that followed, he cultivated diligently day and night, repeatedly practicing the steps of condensing liquid into a pill.

As the saying goes, Heaven rewards those who persevere. After countless failures, the dawn of success finally arrived. One day, when Wu Feilong once again used the technique of gathering liquid to form pills, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be summoned by something, rushing towards him wildly and forming a huge tornado.