Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Wu Feilong has experienced many ups and downs. He has suffered the torment of shattering his golden core several times, but at the same time, his cultivation level has been constantly improving amidst the ups and downs. With each breakthrough and reshaping, the golden core in his body has gradually become enormous, and the true essence contained within it has become increasingly pure and condensed.

One morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, dappling the mountain path. Suddenly, a clear voice broke the silence: "My disciple, I plan to venture out to find some precious herbs. You will accompany me; it will broaden your horizons and enrich your knowledge." Hearing this, Wu Feilong was overjoyed and quickly and respectfully replied, "Thank you, Master!"

After saying this, the master and disciple packed their belongings and joined an elder and dozens of disciples from the sect. They boarded the enormous Wind-Riding Boat, and as the chanting of incantations filled the air, the magic array began to operate rapidly. The Wind-Riding Boat shot off like an arrow, instantly transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.

Standing at the bow of the Wind-Riding Boat, Wu Feilong couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Master, where are we headed this time?" Zhang Daojing smiled slightly and replied, "First, we'll head to Demon Flame Mountain. There's a massive volcano there, its flames blazing year-round, making it unbearably hot. The rare herb Crimson Sun Grass thrives in such harsh environments, so it's one of our main targets. Of course, if we happen to discover other useful medicinal herbs along the way, we certainly won't miss that opportunity."

Half a day passed leisurely, and the wind-riding boat finally landed slowly before a vast and boundless mountain range. Looking into the distance, a towering, majestic volcano resembled a giant dragon soaring into the sky, billowing smoke rising from its crater as if to devour the entire heavens. Even from a great distance, one could clearly feel the scorching heat emanating from the volcano's depths, like a raging inferno, inspiring awe and fear.

After the windship smoothly docked at the foot of the mountain, everyone disembarked and stepped into this mysterious and dangerous forest area. They carefully moved through the dense trees, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings, hoping to find what they needed as soon as possible.

Just then, Wu Feilong's eyes lit up. To his delight, he discovered a towering tree not far ahead, its branches lush and verdant. Even more striking were the countless thumb-sized red fruits hanging densely from its branches. These fruits, vibrant and luscious, resembled translucent rubies, emitting an enticing fragrance.

"Master, look! There are so many fire berries here!" Wu Feilong shouted excitedly.

Hearing his shout, his companions quickly gathered around. Just as everyone was happily preparing to pick the precious fire berries, suddenly, a figure leaped out of the bushes like a ghost and landed steadily in front of them.

The newcomer was a burly man with a face full of scars and a fierce look in his eyes. He glared at the group and said, "Who are you? How dare you trespass here! These Fireberries are treasures of our Blazing Sun Sect. Who gave you the audacity to touch them?"

However, Wu Feilong showed no sign of backing down in the face of the man's threat. He sneered, his figure flashed forward, and he kicked the man hard. With a loud "bang," the man had no time to react and was sent flying like a cannonball by Wu Feilong's kick.

The burly man's body arced through the air before slamming violently into a large, thick tree. The immense impact snapped the tree in two, while the man continued flying backward, crashing into several more trees before finally coming to a stop, looking utterly disheveled.

The burly man struggled to his feet, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief as he thought to himself, "Just who is this guy? I've cultivated for many years, my body is as hard as iron, yet he could unleash such power with a single strike! It's terrifying!" Realizing this, the burly man no longer dared to be as arrogant as before. He quickly abandoned his contempt and respectfully clasped his hands in greeting, asking, "May I ask your esteemed name, fellow Daoist? And which sect do you belong to? Please forgive my ignorance and rudeness; I hope you will forgive any offense I may have caused!"

Just then, a disciple standing at the back quickly answered, "Mu Chuntang? Hmph! This thing has always been ownerless, and only capable people can possess it. When did it become the exclusive property of your Lieyang Sect?" He refuted righteously, his voice loud and firm.

Upon hearing these words, Xiao Gang of the Lieyang Sect showed even greater surprise. He thought to himself: Mu Chuntang is just a group of guys who are good at alchemy and medicine making, how did they come to possess such formidable physical strength? Looking at the large number of people in front of him and their aggressive posture, Xiao Gang knew that he was outnumbered, so he turned around without hesitation, used his escape technique, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Wu Feilong watched Xiao Gang's disheveled retreating figure, his eyes burning with rage. He hated the people of the Lieyang Sect to the core. If it weren't for the many innocent people present, and the fear of implicating them, Wu Feilong would have loved to tear Xiao Gang to pieces and grind his bones to ashes to vent his hatred.

At the same time, Zhang Daojing reached out and plucked a fruit. The moment he grasped the fruit, he could clearly feel a scorching heat emanating from it. Without hesitation, he popped it into his mouth, took a small bite, and instantly, sweet juice burst forth, its delicious and juicy taste leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Looking again at the large tree, it was densely covered with tens of thousands of these fruits. Seeing this, everyone excitedly began picking them, and in no time, all the fruits were gone. Afterwards, they continued their search for the Crimson Sun Grass without stopping. However, after a whole day of work, although they discovered many other kinds of precious herbs, they still couldn't find the Crimson Sun Grass they so desperately wanted.

At this moment, a disciple asked the elder with a worried expression, "Elder, some people from the Blazing Sun Sect just came here. Do you think they might have already harvested all the Crimson Sun Grass?" Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

"Absolutely impossible! Those simple-minded, muscle-bound bastards know nothing about alchemy! They only care about physical strength and fire-attribute stuff. The Crimson Sun Grass is precious, but you can't just eat it! Besides, even if it were placed in front of them, it would be a big question whether they could even recognize this treasure!" As he said this, his face was full of disdain and contempt.

Time flew by, and a day passed in the blink of an eye. After a flurry of activity, everyone finally managed to set up camp and lit a campfire to rest. Just then, Xiao Gang quietly left the group. However, he didn't truly distance himself from the mysterious Demon Flame Mountain; instead, he turned back to search for the whereabouts of his fellow disciples.