Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

The once clear, blue sky was instantly shrouded in rolling dark clouds, like a giant black curtain rapidly obscuring the entire horizon. In a flash, large raindrops poured down, pounding heavily on the earth with a crackling sound. These raindrops fell steadily on him, gradually soaking his clothes and sending a chill through his skin.

Just then, several dazzling bolts of lightning, like silver snakes, ripped through the sky, followed by a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens. This sudden change terrified the surrounding magical beasts, who scattered and fled in all directions, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the dim sky, a golden giant sword, a hundred meters long, slowly descended from the thick clouds. Its blade shimmered with dazzling light, like a golden sun falling from the heavens, mesmerizing all who beheld it. Facing this imposing giant sword, Wu Feilong showed no fear. He clenched his fist, and with a flash, charged towards the giant sword like an arrow released from a bow.

With a deafening crash, Wu Feilong's fist slammed into the giant sword. Instantly, fine cracks appeared on the sword's surface, spreading like a spiderweb. However, Wu Feilong didn't stop his attack. He threw another punch, this time with even greater force. With another muffled impact, the seemingly indestructible golden giant sword shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments scattered across the ground.

Looking at the giant sword that shattered so easily before him, Wu Feilong couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt: Logically speaking, the Pill Tribulation should be extremely powerful, so why was it so easily defeated this time? Could there be some unknown secret hidden here?

Just as he was pondering this, a second golden giant sword fell straight down from the clouds. This time, Wu Feilong thought its power would be several times stronger than the first, but the result was still beyond his expectations. With just two punches, this giant sword, like the previous one, crumbled and vanished under his fierce attack.

And so, one after another, golden giant swords fell from the clouds, which Wu Feilong easily shattered time and time again. This happened nine times in a row. With each sword he shattered, Wu Feilong felt a mysterious power surge into his body. When the ninth sword dissipated, he was astonished to find a golden core, the size of a thumb, condensed in his dantian.

Looking at the golden core, Wu Feilong fell into deep thought: Why do others go through hardships and even face life-or-death situations when forming their core, while he did it so easily? What kind of mystery lies behind this? Filled with questions, Wu Feilong decided to continue absorbing spirit stones to consolidate his cultivation.

He took out dozens of high-quality spirit stones, gripped them tightly in both hands, and began to fully circulate his cultivation technique to absorb the pure spirit energy contained within. As time passed, the spirit energy from these spirit stones flowed continuously into his body, fusing with his golden core. Finally, after a period of arduous cultivation, Wu Feilong successfully raised his strength to the second level of the golden core realm.

In the dark, damp, and stench-filled prison of the Heavenly Sword Sect, everyone except He Ying was tortured to the point of near death every day, their screams echoing endlessly. This cruel scene had been going on for several days.

He Ying watched helplessly as her mother, Long Jing, was covered in hideous and gruesome wounds, her clothes stained crimson with blood, new wounds piled upon old ones, a truly pitiful sight. Her heart ached as if being gnawed by a thousand ants, and the last line of defense she had held dear finally crumbled completely.

Tears streamed down He Ying's beautiful eyes like a burst dam, and she cried out in a trembling voice, "Tell Liu Xiong that I'll do anything he asks, as long as he lets my mother and friends go!"

Not long after, Liu Xiong swaggered into the cell. A smug smile graced his face, and his eyes gleamed with greed and malice.

"Hehe, little beauty, it's not impossible to save your family and friends. As long as you obediently marry me and become my wife, I promise I'll release them immediately," Liu Xiong said, leering at He Ying.

He Ying bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind to answer: "Okay, I agree to marry you, but you must bring me into the house in a grand procession with eight sedan chair bearers."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiong was so excited that he danced with joy and immediately ordered his men, "Quickly, prepare the bridal sedan chair and take my bride out to dress her up nicely!"

But just then, He Ying suddenly asked, "Where are my mother and the other friends now?"

Liu Xiong sneered and threatened, "Hmph, don't worry. After we officially hold the wedding ceremony, I will naturally keep my promise and release them. But if you dare to go back on your word or try any tricks, don't blame me for being ruthless. Everything will remain the same, and I will continue to torture them!"

Faced with Liu Xiong's threats and inducements, He Ying reluctantly nodded in agreement. She then followed Liu Xiong out of the terrifying cell.

After they left, Liu Xiong secretly gave a wink to the jailer behind him. The jailer immediately understood, and once the two were out of sight, he resumed inflicting severe torture on the people in the cell…

A festive atmosphere permeated the entire Heavenly Sword Sect. Every corner was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with red lanterns hanging high, creating a sea of ​​fire. Numerous disciples were busy helping Liu Xiong meticulously prepare for this grand wedding.

Liu Xiong, dressed in a magnificent ceremonial robe, rode a tall horse with dashing bearing. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns that shimmered with golden light. Behind him was a beautifully decorated sedan chair carried by eight men. Inside the chair, He Ying, adorned with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, sat quietly, dignified and beautiful.

Along the way, people who came to congratulate him offered their best wishes to Liu Xiong.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Liu!" "Congratulations, Senior Brother Liu!" "A hero and a beauty, what a perfect match!" Facing everyone's blessings, Liu Xiong clasped his hands and smiled brightly, replying, "Thank you all for coming. We should all have a few more drinks later."

Meanwhile, in the dark and damp cell, Dong Wu looked smugly at He Wei, whose hands and feet were tightly bound by iron chains. He said with a sinister expression, "I'll make you wish you were dead! Let me tell you the truth, today is the joyous day your precious daughter is marrying that traitor Liu Xiong. Don't you think that's hilarious? Hahaha..." Hearing this, He Wei was enraged, his eyes wide with fury. He struggled to rush forward and fight Dong Wu, but the iron chains firmly restricted his movements. He could only roar, "You beast, I will definitely kill you!"

Not long after, the groom, Liu Xiong, led the bride, He Ying, into the reception room. The room was already decorated, and a respected elder stood in the center, acting as the wedding officiant. He cleared his throat and loudly proclaimed, "First bow to Heaven and Earth—" However, before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, followed by a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, an incredibly sharp flying sword shot forth like lightning, piercing the elder's chest and pinning him firmly to the wall.