Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

The two men scrambled to their feet, brushing the dust off their clothes. The one with the pointed snout and monkey-like face wore a fawning smile and clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, saying, "Fellow Daoist, we are complete strangers. I wonder where I have offended you."

Wu Feilong snorted coldly, his gaze fixed on the other party, and said in a chilling voice, "Stop pretending! You stole my family's horses, don't think I don't know. My patience is very limited, tell me where they are right now!" It turned out that Wu Feilong was so certain that these two were related to the disappearance of those people because he deduced it by observing the skin color characteristics of these horses.

Upon hearing this, the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face quickly shook his head and waved his hands, arguing, "Fellow Daoist, you have really misunderstood. I bought these two horses at the market. Since you say they belong to your family, I will give them to you now."

Wu Feilong's figure flashed, and he instantly moved in front of the man like a ghost. Then, he threw a punch, which, with a sharp gust of wind, struck the man's chest hard.

With a muffled thud, the man was sent flying backward as if hit by a cannonball. After arcing through the air, he crashed heavily into a tree as thick as a leg.

With a sharp crack, the large tree snapped in two. The man fell to the ground, spitting out blood, his face ashen white, barely clinging to life.

Just then, another man beside him fixed his gaze on Wu Feilong, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He suddenly unleashed a strange technique called the Dream Return Divine Skill.

Upon seeing this, Wu Feilong was slightly taken aback. He felt an invisible force invading his mind, causing his eyes to gradually become hazy and his whole body to become drowsy.

However, in the instant before he lost consciousness, Wu Feilong, with the last vestige of his sanity, bit his lip hard. Instantly, a sharp pain shot through him, and blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth. Stimulated by this pain, he finally regained consciousness.

Having regained his senses, Wu Feilong leaped forward, transforming into a blur once more, instantly appearing before the man who had used the Dream Resurrection Technique. He stretched out his right hand, gripping the man's throat like an iron clamp, and shouted sharply, "Speak! Where are they?"

The man was already terrified and stammered, "Hero... please spare my life! The two women were sent to the Blazing Sun Sect, the young woman was sent to the Fragrant Pavilion, and the man was sent to the Dragon Stone Mine."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feilong was instantly enraged. His eyes widened, and he roared, "Fine! You two mere Qi Refining stage ants dare to set your sights on me! Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish today!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force, and with a snap, he broke the man's neck. As the man's head slumped limply, the breath of life vanished instantly.

Meanwhile, another man lay on the ground not far away, staring at Wu Feilong with a terrified expression. He tried to struggle to his feet and run away, but due to excessive fear, his body was no longer under his control and he could not move an inch.

Wu Feilong gave him a cold look, then raised his finger and flicked it lightly. A ghostly sword exuding a sinister aura suddenly shot forward, piercing the man's chest with lightning precision.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. The man didn't even have time to scream before he breathed his last, ending his sinful life.

Wu Feilong moved like a ghost, his figure as swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had looted all the treasures from the two men. Without pausing, he sped off towards Piaoxiang Tower.

From afar, Piaoxiang Tower sits atop the busiest and most vibrant central street in Anle Town. This four-story tower, with its carved beams and painted rafters, is resplendent in gold and jade, making it arguably the most beautiful building in Anle Town. At the entrance, several women, dressed in flamboyant attire and heavy makeup, are smiling broadly as they beckon passing customers.

"Sir, please come in!" one of the women called out sweetly.

"Sir, do you know any girls?" Another woman, not to be outdone, swayed her hips and moved closer.

However, Wu Feilong ignored them and rushed straight into Piaoxiang Tower, shouting angrily, "Get out of my way, you irrelevant people!"

At this moment, a still-attractive madam approached with a beaming smile, flatteringly saying, "Oh, young master, you seem to be in a hurry. Are you planning to book the entire place? But we don't accept silver notes here, only spirit stones."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Feilong raised his sword and brought it down. A flash of cold light appeared, and a deep crack, over ten meters long, was instantly cleaved in the hard ground. The surrounding crowd turned pale with fright and scattered in terror.

The madam's smile froze instantly, replaced by a fierce expression. She said sternly, "Hmph, it seems you've come here specifically to cause trouble. Guards!"

In the blink of an eye, Wu Feilong pulled out a scroll from his pocket. Unfolding it revealed a portrait of He Ying. His eyes widened, and he roared, "Hand her over to me immediately, or this Piaoxiang Pavilion will soon be reduced to ruins."

A dozen or so burly, muscular men emerged menacingly from the shadows, their faces contorted with rage, fists clenched, and charged at Wu Feilong like a storm. Wu Feilong, however, remained unfazed, his movements swift and ghostly. His fists were as sharp as the wind, each punch striking a vital spot with pinpoint accuracy; his leg techniques were like thunderbolts, each kick sending another flying. In the blink of an eye, the once arrogant and domineering men lay sprawled across the corners of Piaoxiang Tower, some clutching their stomachs in pain, others unconscious, the scene a chaotic mess.

The madam, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly realized, as if from a dream, that the seemingly unremarkable man before her was actually quite capable and no ordinary person. A sense of foreboding washed over her, and she forced a fawning smile, saying, "Sir, please be patient and wait here a moment. I'll go and find it for you right away." With that, she hurriedly turned and left.

Not long after, the madam led a delicate and charming woman downstairs. The woman had a graceful figure and a beautiful face, especially her large, watery eyes, which were pitiful and endearing. The madam pointed to the woman and said to Wu Feilong, "Sir, this is the girl who just arrived at our establishment today, named He Ying. She hasn't had any customers yet and is still a virgin."

Upon hearing this, He Ying, who had been silent all along, suddenly broke free from the madam's grasp and, like a startled fawn, rushed straight into Wu Feilong's arms, sobbing softly. Wu Feilong gently patted her back to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Everything will be alright. Let's go."

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened. He Ying suddenly released her hands, looked up directly at Wu Feilong, and then, with lightning speed, opened her cherry-like mouth and exhaled a puff of pale pink smoke. In an instant, the smoke spread, quickly enveloping an area of ​​three meters in radius. Wu Feilong reacted extremely quickly, realizing the situation was wrong, and immediately leaped out of the smoke ring. But even so, he still inevitably inhaled some of the smoke, and immediately felt dizzy and his head became heavy.