Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Wu Feilong stepped forward, bowed to the jailer, and said, "Brothers, something terrible has happened! The volcano has suddenly erupted, and the situation is extremely critical. The elders are worried that the prisoners might escape in the chaos, so they have ordered me to come and check."

The jailers looked Wu Feilong up and down, and one of them asked in confusion, "How come I've never seen you before?"

Wu Feilong quickly explained, "The other disciples are all busy putting out the fire right now, and there aren't enough people, so the elders temporarily assigned me to come."

Hearing this, the jailers nodded, and one of the older jailers waved his hand and said, "Alright, then hurry back and don't take too long."

After receiving permission, Wu Feilong strode into the dungeon. He carefully examined each cell, leaving no corner unchecked, but still couldn't find Li Ling or Long Jing. A sense of disappointment crept into his heart, his brow furrowing as he thought, "Could they not be here? Or have they already…?" He dared not think further and quickened his pace, continuing his search.

Just then, Wu Feilong bumped into a firefighter who was rushing to the scene of the fire. He quickly grabbed the man and urgently asked, "Brother, hurry and save those women who have been captured! If anything happens to them, it'll be a huge problem!"

"What you say is absolutely right, senior brother. This matter truly concerns our lifelong happiness!" The speaker nodded in agreement with a serious expression.

“In that case, let’s go together, but there are other people around here.” The senior brother said, while cautiously scanning the surroundings.

Wu Feilong followed closely behind, the two hurrying along, and soon arrived at the back mountain of the sect. Halfway up the mountain, a hidden cave suddenly appeared before them. Entering the cave, a pungent, nauseating odor assaulted their nostrils. Upon closer inspection, they saw dozens of women tightly bound by heavy iron chains, unable to move an inch. These women were all haggard, their clothes tattered; when they heard approaching footsteps, they trembled with fear, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

Upon seeing this, Wu Feilong was filled with rage and malice. He gripped the Netherworld Sword tightly in his right hand and swung it violently. A flash of cold light appeared, and a woman was decapitated before she could even react, her blood splattering everywhere.

"Master's wife, are you alright?" Wu Feilong asked anxiously. However, the only response he received was his master's wife Long Jing's terrified eyes and trembling voice: "Don't... don't come any closer..." Her body kept shrinking back, as if the person standing in front of her was not her disciple, but a demon from hell.

Wu Feilong frowned deeply, and without hesitation, swung the Netherworld Sword again. With a crisp clang, the chains binding his master's wife snapped instantly. But his master's wife seemed still reeling from the shock, repeatedly uttering, "Don't...don't come any closer..."

Left with no other choice, Wu Feilong had to temporarily set aside his master's wife and turn his attention to the other trapped women. He carefully examined them one by one and finally found his mother, Li Ling, in a corner, her face as pale as paper and lifeless. "Mother, I've come to save you! Everything will be alright!" Wu Feilong strode forward and swiftly cut all the chains binding the women.

Due to the large number of people, the storage bag simply couldn't hold them all. Fortunately, Wu Feilong suddenly remembered that he had a treasure on him—the Taixu Cauldron. So, with a thought, he summoned the Taixu Cauldron and cast a spell. The women all transformed into streams of light and were sucked into the cauldron.

Just as he stepped onto his flying sword and sped away like a streak of light, suddenly, the long-dormant volcano erupted violently, and an enormous, egg-shaped object, shimmering with a mysterious light, roared out and flew straight into the storage bag at his waist like a shooting star.

This sudden turn of events stunned all the disciples present, who turned their gazes to the departing figure—Wu Feilong. At this moment, Elder Huoxing of the Lieyang Sect roared furiously, "Quick! Seize this little thief! We can't let him get away!"

Wu Feilong inwardly groaned; his worst fears had come true. He was now the target of everyone's attacks, a pariah like a rat in the street. But he didn't give up; instead, he desperately urged his flying sword to flee the scene as quickly as possible. However, Huoxing, a sixth-level Golden Core cultivator, was far stronger than Wu Feilong and caught up in moments.

Mars stared at Wu Feilong with a ferocious expression and threatened viciously, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over that divine egg right now, or today will be your death day."

"Hmph, utterly laughable! I'm going to hand over my things to you?" Wu Feilong retorted angrily, his eyes wide with fury. Seeing the others gradually closing in, forming a circle around him and trapping him in the middle, Wu Feilong knew that a direct confrontation was not the best strategy. So, he flashed forward and launched an attack on the other disciples.

"Trying to escape? Not so easy!" Huoxing roared, his nine-section whip lashing out like a nimble serpent, creating a sharp whistling sound as it hurtled straight towards Wu Feilong. In the blink of an eye, the whip was about to strike Wu Feilong's body. At the critical moment, Wu Feilong unleashed his trump card—the Thunder Light Step. His figure instantly blurred, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, and in the next instant, he vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of another disciple. Without hesitation, he threw a punch, a punch containing tens of thousands of pounds of terrifying force, slamming into the disciple like a mountain crushing an egg. With a loud "bang," the disciple didn't even have time to scream before being sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The nine-section whip lunged at its target with the speed of a serpent emerging from its hole, but unexpectedly missed. At the same time, Huo Xing flashed forward like a meteor, his true energy surging wildly within him, gathering in his right arm, and he threw a punch with boundless power, transforming the fist force into a ferocious and terrifying fire python!

Facing the fierce attack, Wu Feilong showed no fear. He roared and mobilized all his true energy, unleashing a powerful punch. In an instant, the fist transformed into a magnificent and noble fire phoenix, spreading its wings and soaring straight towards the ferocious fire python!

For a moment, it seemed as if a battle between a dragon and a phoenix was unfolding in the sky. The fire python and the fire phoenix entangled and tore at each other, both releasing astonishing heat waves that distorted and deformed the surrounding air. The two fought back and forth, neither giving an inch, and for a time it was impossible to determine a winner. In the end, they both vanished into nothingness in a violent collision.

Seeing that ranged attacks were ineffective, Huoxing acted decisively, leaping forward again and throwing another punch straight at Wu Feilong's head. However, Wu Feilong chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. Just as Huoxing's fist was about to strike him, he swiftly pressed a hidden button on his chest.