Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Looking at the woman again, she had completely changed. Her originally clear, watery eyes had transformed into narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, with slightly upturned corners revealing a captivating charm; her luscious lips were as bright and dazzling as burning flames, making one unable to resist falling for her; and her curvaceous figure appeared even more alluring under her thin clothes.

Wu Feilong, fighting off the dizziness, shook his head violently, trying to maintain the last shred of consciousness. His eyes widened as he stared intently at the strange and dangerous woman before him, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Where is my junior sister?" Seeing this, the madam standing nearby quickly moved closer to the woman, her face beaming with flattery, "Chun Shiniang, your trick is truly brilliant! It never fails!"

"Tie him up!" Chun Shi Niang's voice rang out, a sweet, melodious shout, like a spring breeze caressing willows or a gentle rain nourishing flowers, captivating and enchanting. Yet, beneath this seemingly gentle command lay undeniable authority. The burly men who had been lying on the ground groaning in pain endured their agony and struggled to their feet.

By this time, Wu Feilong was completely exhausted and could no longer hold on. With a stagger, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Seeing this, the strong men quickly took out the iron chains they had prepared beforehand and wrapped them around Wu Feilong's body layer upon layer. They bound him tightly, as if to imprison him in this moment forever.

Time passed quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Wu Feilong finally awoke. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying flat on the bed in a snow-white nightgown, his limbs bound and stretched out in a large "大" shape. He was startled and instinctively tried to struggle to sit up, but to his horror, he found his entire body limp, as if he had lost all his strength.

Just then, a silvery laugh rang out. It was Chun Shiniang, smiling at him. She said softly, "Don't waste your energy. You've been hit by my muscle-weakening powder. Even if you have extraordinary abilities, you won't be able to exert any strength right now." With that, Chun Shiniang reached out and pulled off Wu Feilong's thin nightgown without hesitation, then stretched out her slender hand and accurately pressed it on his Guanyuan acupoint.

Wu Feilong's eyes widened, and he roared in terror, "What...what do you want to do?"

Chun Shiniang still wore that alluring smile, but her tone was icy cold: "Hmph, of course I'll absorb your vital essence to greatly increase my power!" At this moment, Wu Feilong was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at Chun Shiniang's mercy. His whole body was limp and powerless, with only a trace of strength remaining in his vital areas. But what use was that little bit of strength in such a desperate situation?

Chun Shiniang parted her lips slightly and carefully took out a small, exquisite bottle from her bosom. She gently uncorked the bottle and poured all the pills inside into Wu Feilong's mouth. A moment later, Wu Feilong felt a surge of heat rise from his dantian, rapidly spreading to every corner of his body. His eyes became hazy and unfocused, as if he had lost his mind. He was like a ravenous wolf, and Chun Shiniang before him was a lamb to the slaughter.

Time passed quietly, and after about the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, Chun Shiniang suddenly trembled, her face showing a complex expression—a mixture of surprise and anger. She frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, glaring fiercely at Wu Feilong, muttering, "This is truly bizarre! I thought I could take advantage of this to steal your vital essence, but I've lost everything! Not only did I not get your vital essence, but I even lost my own!" Thinking of this, Chun Shiniang's anger intensified, her teeth clenched, and her eyebrows furrowed. Without hesitation, she grabbed another bottle of aphrodisiac and forced it into Wu Feilong's mouth once more.

Wu Feilong was now enraged, cursing, "You heartless devil! Even an ox needs a rest!" However, Chun Shiniang ignored his accusations and continued her actions. After another incense stick's time, the effects of the muscle-weakening powder in Wu Feilong's body gradually wore off, and his strength began to return. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Feilong suddenly exerted his strength and broke free of his restraints. Without even putting on his clothes, he clenched his right fist and swung it fiercely at Chun Shiniang with lightning speed. Chun Shiniang, immersed in passion, was completely unprepared for Wu Feilong's sudden attack and was sent flying a considerable distance by the powerful punch.

Wu Feilong, sword in hand, strode up to Chun Shiniang, the tip of the sword pressed firmly against her snow-white neck. His eyes widened, and he roared, "Speak! Where is that woman now? If you dare utter a single lie, I'll make sure your blood is spilled on the spot!"

Wu Feilong's face was ashen. With a flick of his right hand, the Netherworld Sword in his hand swept through the air like a ghost, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the delicate cheek of the woman opposite him. Blood instantly seeped out and flowed down her fair face.

"If you don't speak up, you'll die!" Wu Feilong's voice was so cold it seemed to freeze people.

Chun Shiniang's eyes widened, and she said in a trembling voice, "You...you heartless man!" Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Wu Feilong remained unmoved. With a flick of his wrist, a black rope flew out from his sleeve and swiftly coiled around the woman's body like a serpent, binding her tightly. Then, he lifted the woman up like a chick and strode towards the madam's location.

"Bring her out here, or none of you here will survive today!" Wu Feilong's words were filled with murderous intent, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Seeing this, the madam turned pale with fright and hurriedly bowed and scraped, saying, "Young master, please calm down and don't hurt her. I'll go and bring her to you right away." With that, she turned and left in a hurry.

Not long after, He Ying was brought before Wu Feilong. He Ying saw Wu Feilong at a glance, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she had grasped a lifeline in the darkness.

"Junior brother, I knew you would come to save me!" He Ying exclaimed excitedly.

However, at that moment, Wu Feilong suddenly sensed something amiss. Taking advantage of his distraction, Chun Shiniang gave her men a signal, and they immediately swarmed forward, brandishing their weapons and attacking Wu Feilong. Meanwhile, Chun Shiniang herself used a strange technique to change her appearance.

Faced with the encirclement of numerous enemies, Wu Feilong inwardly cried out in alarm. Knowing that this was no place to linger, he was unwilling to get entangled with them any longer. With a swift movement, he unleashed the unparalleled lightness skill, the Thunder Light Step. In the blink of an eye, he and He Ying had broken through the crowd and disappeared into the vast night.

Chun Shiniang watched helplessly as Wu Feilong escaped, her teeth clenched in fury. She hurried back to her quarters, slammed the door shut, and plopped down in front of her dressing table. Her exquisite face was reflected in the mirror; though the wound had healed, a faint scar remained. She reached out and gently touched the scar, her eyes filled with endless resentment and rage.

"Wu Feilong, I will never let you go! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this! I will make you wish you were dead!" Chun Shiniang muttered viciously to herself.