Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

"This...this is all I can do..." Chun Shiniang's face was as pale as paper, and she responded weakly with barely a whisper. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and a trace of shocking blood slowly spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"You'd better take care of yourself quickly, none of these people will escape!" He was furious, his eyes blazing with fire. Before he finished speaking, Chun Shiniang's once fair and jade-like skin was instantly covered with crisscrossing, gruesome bloodstains, as if she had been bitten by a thousand poisonous insects at the same time. Then, Chun Shiniang let out a muffled groan, her vision went black, and she completely fainted.

Meanwhile, the Devouring Worm was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, its ten enormous, sticky tentacles flailing wildly in the air, creating a chilling gust of wind. With each swing, several assassins screamed as their true energy was drained, turning into shriveled corpses that collapsed to the ground. In just a short while, the dozens of menacing assassins had been completely wiped out, and the scene was deathly silent, with only the deep roar of the Devouring Worm still echoing in the air.

Wu Feilong was frantic with worry. Carrying the unconscious Chun Shiniang, he rushed into the depths of the cave at top speed. Once inside, in the dim light, he could clearly see dozens of deep, bone-revealing wounds crisscrossing Chun Shiniang's frail body, some still oozing blood. Wu Feilong frowned, his heart aching. He quickly retrieved his ever-present Taixu Cauldron and carefully placed Chun Shiniang inside. Then, without delay, he gathered various rare herbs, carefully selecting them and placing them one by one into the Taixu Cauldron, hoping to use its mystical power to nourish Chun Shiniang's injured body.

Time passed by, and two days went by in the blink of an eye. Finally, under Wu Feilong's expectant and worried gaze, Chun Shiniang's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened them.

"How are you? Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Wu Feilong quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just... why do I feel like you're going to boil me alive?" Chun Shiniang forced a smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Don't do such foolish things again," Wu Feilong said reproachfully, while gently lifting Chun Shiniang out of the cauldron.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Chun Shiniang nodded gently, a blush rising on her face, as beautiful and charming as a peach blossom in spring.

“Once you’re better, I’ll send you out and help you start a new life somewhere. You really don’t need to get involved in this cruel struggle.” He looked at her with a serious expression, his eyes full of concern and worry.

"You...you actually want to send me away!" Chun Shiniang stared at him with wide eyes, her voice trembling with excitement.

"I'm not trying to get rid of you, but I'm afraid you'll lose your life here!" he explained urgently. "It's too dangerous here; one wrong move and you're doomed."

“I’m not afraid!” Chun Shiniang stubbornly raised her chin, her eyes unwavering. “No matter what difficulties I encounter, I will not back down.”

He sighed helplessly, took out several Yuan Stones that emitted a faint glow from his pocket, and handed them to Chun Shiniang: "You should quickly absorb the spiritual energy in these Yuan Stones to heal your injuries, and then teach me the art of disguise."

In the days that followed, people continued to arrive in the Monster Forest searching for Wu Feilong. However, without exception, they all became victims of Wu Feilong's sword. After each kill, Wu Feilong would quickly loot the enemy's storage bag, reaping a considerable reward.

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. After this period of diligent practice and constant experimentation, Wu Feilong has made some progress in the art of disguise. Finally, on a sunny morning, the two decided to leave this perilous monster forest.

Just as he stepped out of the forest, a sharp sword aura suddenly struck, slashing fiercely at Wu Feilong. In an instant, a long, bloody gash appeared on his chest, staining his clothes crimson. Wu Feilong groaned in pain, cautiously looking around, but couldn't see a single person.

"Who dares to launch a sneak attack!" Wu Feilong roared, a cold glint in his eyes. He immediately used his long-cultivated Fiery Eyes technique to carefully observe the surrounding movements. Sure enough, through the raging flames, he spotted a figure concealed in a tree not far away.

Wu Feilong snorted coldly, lightning flashing beneath his feet as he instantly used the Lightning Step, teleporting to the man's side with lightning speed. He reached out and gripped the man's throat firmly like an iron clamp.

The man was terrified and stammered, "You...how can you see me?"

"You can only blame yourself for messing with the wrong person," he said, snapping his neck with a sharp twist of his fingers. Intrigued by the clothes he was wearing, he assumed they were used to conceal his identity.

Wu Feilong quickly put on the mysterious garment and tried calling out, "Shi Niang!" However, there was no response. He couldn't help but wonder, muttering to himself, "Where did Shi Niang go? How could she suddenly disappear without a trace?" But soon, his attention was drawn to the garment he was wearing. It turned out to be a magical invisibility cloak.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to disguise themselves before heading to the capital. Upon entering the capital, they were astonished to find portraits of Wu Feilong plastered everywhere. Below these portraits were prominently displayed bounty notices, offering a generous reward of up to one thousand spirit stones for anyone who could provide clues about Wu Feilong's whereabouts, or capture or kill him.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong thought to himself, "Hmph, since you are so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless in return!" So, alone and cautiously, he crept towards the Qin family's Yuan Stone Mine. This mine was heavily guarded, with several Nascent Soul stage experts stationed there. But Wu Feilong, clad in an invisibility cloak, remained calm and composed, for he was as transparent as air, completely undetectable to others.

Upon entering the mine, Wu Feilong cautiously began to search his surroundings. His efforts paid off, and he finally found the warehouse where the spirit stones were stored. Looking at the mountain of spirit stones before him, a glint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he used his magic to collect all the spirit stones into his storage bag. A rough estimate suggested there were at least several hundred thousand spirit stones here.