Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

With a series of sharp whooshing sounds, countless invisible needles shot out like a torrential rain, overwhelming Mars. These invisible needles were extremely fast, making them impossible to defend against. But surprisingly, when the invisible needles struck Mars, they produced a series of clanging metallic sounds, as if they had struck an extremely hard block of iron.

"Haha, it's no use!" Mars laughed triumphantly upon seeing this.

"Is that so?" Wu Feilong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Just as Mars was about to throw another punch, he suddenly felt a strong numbness throughout his body, and his limbs became heavy and weak. It turned out that one of the countless invisible needles had silently struck his vital abdomen.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Feilong unhesitatingly used the Thunder Light Step, and his whole body disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, just like lightning.

"Elder..." the disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Despite his discomfort, Mars waved for everyone to quiet down: "Alright, forget about him for now, quickly find out who this person is!" With that, he took out an antidote pill from his pocket, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Wu Feilong dared not relax for a moment, exerting all his strength to control his flying sword, speeding towards Mu Chuntang like lightning. Finally, as he neared the mountain gate, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, and dozens of figures floated down from the sword. These people were all haggard and covered in wounds, clearly having suffered immense torment.

He Ying waited anxiously at the front door. When she saw Wu Longfei's figure in the distance, she rushed over without hesitation. However, when she saw the miserable state of the people who had been rescued, a raging fire ignited in her heart. Her slender hands clenched into fists, and the joints made a cracking sound from the excessive force.

"Junior brother, who on earth is so cruel as to torture them into this state!" He Ying asked through gritted teeth, her eyes wide with anger.

Wu Feilong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Senior sister, let's put this matter aside for now and send them to recuperate properly."

Hearing this, He Ying suppressed her anger, nodded, and turned to walk towards the crowd: "Mother..."

Long Jing's face was filled with terror, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. He Ying felt a pang of heartache and rushed forward to hug her, but Long Jing kept backing away, crying out, "Don't come any closer..."

Seeing this, He Ying felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and tears instantly blurred her vision. At this moment, Mu Yao, who was standing nearby, quickly instructed the maids to fetch a doctor and to have the injured people taken to the pharmacy for treatment. At the same time, she also thoughtfully arranged accommodations for Wu Feilong.

After everything was settled, Wu Feilong returned to his room alone. He sat quietly on the bed, recalling the events of the past few days, and made a decision in his heart. He slowly stood up, clasped his hands together, and began to circulate his inner energy to activate the Nine Revolutions Heart-Shattering Palm. As the technique circulated, cracks appeared on the originally smooth and round golden core within his body, and then it shattered with a "bang".

In an instant, a sharp pain spread throughout his body, and Wu Feilong couldn't help but groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. But he didn't stop; instead, he gritted his teeth and persevered, his cultivation level dropping to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

After completing all this, Wu Feilong took out a color-changing demonic dragon beast core and put it in his mouth. Then, he quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state. As the cultivation technique continued to circulate, the demonic dragon beast core gradually melted, transforming into a powerful torrent of energy that surged into his body. At the same time, the primordial yin energy he had previously absorbed from Chun Shiniang was also activated, merging and refining with the energy of the demonic dragon beast core.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Feilong suddenly felt a jolt throughout his body, a surge of new power welling up within him. He opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them, sensing his current cultivation level—Foundation Establishment Level 5! Through this arduous training, he had finally broken through his bottleneck, and his strength had greatly increased.

Mu Yao carried the steaming, fragrant food steadily in both hands and walked lightly into the house. She looked at Wu Feilong, whose expression was grave, with a puzzled expression and asked softly, "What happened? Look at all this mess you've made!"

Wu Feilong took a deep breath, composed himself, and began to recount to Mu Yao the series of harrowing events they had encountered. His voice was heavy as he said, “The Heavenly Sword Sect was suddenly besieged by two mysterious and incredibly powerful masters; the scene was absolutely terrifying! We barely escaped that catastrophe, having fought with all our might. We were hoping to quickly come to you for protection and assistance. But the journey was fraught with hardship; we unfortunately encountered a group of vicious human traffickers. Those ruthless fellows, utterly disregarding the lives of others, forcibly kidnapped my companions and sold them to various different places…”

Upon hearing this, Mu Yao frowned, her face filled with guilt, and sighed with self-reproach, "Oh dear! It's all my fault for not thinking things through. If I had known this would happen, I should have sent someone to escort you."

Wu Feilong shook his head helplessly and continued, "I never expected that this seemingly peaceful martial world was actually fraught with hidden dangers and crises. What pains me even more is that my own brother was not spared either, and was sold by those heartless human traffickers to a place called the Dragon Stone Mine."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yao's expression changed slightly, and she exclaimed, "Ah! I've heard of this Dragon Stone Mine. It's said to be an important mining area belonging to the royal family, mainly relying on convicted prisoners to mine spirit stones. Once you enter that place, it's basically a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, and very few people come out alive. Moreover, I've heard that there are even peerless experts at the Nascent Soul stage personally overseeing the mine!"

Despite knowing full well the difficulties ahead, Wu Feilong's eyes were resolute. He clenched his fist without hesitation and said firmly, "No matter what hardships and dangers await us, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I will do everything in my power to rescue my brother from that den of dragons and tigers!"

After saying these words, Wu Feilong seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength, becoming incredibly weak and exhausted. He wolfed down the food Mu Yao had brought him, then collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. He slept for three days and three nights, and no one could wake him. It wasn't until the morning of the fourth day, when a ray of warm sunlight shone through the window onto his face, that Wu Feilong slowly awoke.