Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

In an instant, all sorts of speculations surged forth like a tidal wave. Some said that the guy must have taken the invaluable spirit stones and made a hasty escape; others were certain that someone else must have gotten there first and seized the treasure; still others went so far as to spread vivid rumors, claiming that the entire Lieyang Sect had been brutally murdered…

Just then, Wu Feilong had made preparations to head to the capital. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly heard a clear and familiar voice calling from behind: "Junior Brother!"

He instinctively turned around to look closely, and saw He Ying gracefully flying towards him like a butterfly in flight. Upon reaching her, Wu Feilong asked with surprise, "Senior Sister, weren't you supposed to be going to Qin? How come you're here?"

He Ying smiled gently and said softly, "Junior brother, I really can't bear to leave you out there all alone. Although I may not be able to offer you much practical help, when you feel lonely and helpless, you can talk to me and confide in me. That will at least make you feel a little better."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feilong felt a warmth in his heart, but then frowned and advised, "Senior Sister, you should go back quickly so that Master's wife won't worry." He knew that the current situation was complex and extremely dangerous, and Wu Feilong truly didn't want to see anything happen to his loved ones. If He Ying were captured by those with ulterior motives and used as leverage against him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, He Ying stubbornly shook her head and said coquettishly, "I don't want to! I'll follow you wherever you go." With that, she quickly ran to Wu Feilong's side, stretched out her hands without hesitation, and hugged his arm tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong felt somewhat helpless and could only gently coax, "Senior Sister, don't be like this."

He Ying remained unmoved, pouting and acting spoiled, "Unless you promise to let me stay by your side forever, I will never let go."

Faced with He Ying's insistence, Wu Feilong finally gave in and sighed, saying, "Alright, alright, then you can come with me. But you must remember, you must not run around randomly. If you disobey, I will immediately send someone to send you to the Qin Kingdom."

Riding on the majestic roc, the two sped along until they finally arrived at the outskirts of the capital. They found a reasonably clean and tidy inn and settled in for the time being. After a short rest, they decided to first go to the Zhang residence to investigate, hoping to obtain more important information about the Prince of Wuping's mansion.

As night quietly fell, the entire capital was shrouded in a mysterious black veil. At this moment, Wu Feilong changed into a set of jet-black night clothes, like a ghost blending into the darkness. On the streets of the capital, squads of fully armed soldiers patrolled back and forth in orderly steps, their torches illuminating the road.

Wu Feilong dared not be careless in the slightest. He moved with lightning speed, like a nimble cat, carefully weaving through the dark corners of the streets, trying to avoid the soldiers' sight. In this way, he stealthily made his way to the high walls of Prince Wuping's mansion. With a swift movement, he leaped lightly, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and used the momentum to flip over, successfully entering the mansion.

This princely mansion was enormous, a super-large residence with thirteen courtyards and thirteen gates. Wu Feilong cautiously walked slowly inside, each step extremely careful, afraid of making the slightest sound to alert the guards. However, just as he passed through one of the corridors, suddenly, a deep and authoritative voice rang out from the air: "What brings you to the princely mansion in the middle of the night?"

Wu Feilong was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a burly general standing on a rooftop not far away, wielding a long spear. This man was clad in gleaming armor, which shimmered coldly in the moonlight. He exuded a powerful aura, clearly indicating extraordinary strength; he had already reached the eighth level of the Golden Core realm!

Realizing his whereabouts had been exposed and facing such a formidable enemy, Wu Feilong knew he was no match for them. Without further hesitation, he turned to flee. But just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out, and a group of well-trained soldiers swiftly emerged from all directions, instantly surrounding him.

Wu Feilong's face darkened, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He suddenly swung his right fist, sending a fierce gust of wind whistling through the air. The soldiers in front of him, seeing this, hurriedly raised their shields to defend themselves. With a crisp "crack," the seemingly indestructible shield shattered into several pieces as easily as paper, and the soldiers were sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opening, Wu Feilong unhesitatingly unleashed his unique skill—the Thunder Light Step. Lightning crackled beneath his feet as he dashed out of the encirclement like lightning, hurtling towards the gates of the Prince's mansion.

"Grab him! We can't let him get away!" the general roared, leading his troops in hot pursuit...

The person on the roof was not in a hurry. He took out the Sun-Shooting Bow from his back, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow. As he poured his true energy into it, the arrow transformed into a giant python and flew out. Wu Feilong dodged and weaved, but the arrow was like a homing missile, chasing him relentlessly no matter how he turned.

With a thought, Wu Feilong conjured a shield made from a snail shell in his hand. An arrow struck the shield, the powerful impact sending Wu Feilong flying back dozens of meters. He then hurled dozens of thunderbolts at the soldiers, which exploded, scattering white smoke in all directions. Not daring to be careless for a moment, he used his lightning-fast footwork to traverse the streets of the capital and escape.

He pondered the whole story. He had been very careful, so how could he have been exposed? Moreover, the people from the Prince of Wuping's mansion were clearly prepared. He couldn't figure out where things went wrong.

He remained hidden in the quiet, secluded woods on the outskirts of the city until the sky began to lighten and the sunlight gradually dispelled the darkness and illuminated the earth. Only then did he cautiously get up, vigilantly observe his surroundings, and after confirming several times that no one was following him, did he finally set off on his journey back to the inn with a sigh of relief.

He traveled swiftly and soon arrived at the inn. He paused briefly to catch his breath, then headed straight for He Ying's room. Standing before the door, he gently knocked and softly asked, "Senior Sister, are you awake?" A voice quickly responded from inside, "Come in."

After receiving permission, he reached out and pushed open the door. However, the moment he stepped inside, what he saw made him instantly blush—the entire room was filled with mist, like a fairyland. He stammered, "Senior...Senior Sister, why...why are you taking a bath in broad daylight? I'll wait until you're all ready before coming to find you." With that, he turned to leave.