Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

As the sun gradually sank in the west, a blood-red hue appeared on the horizon. At this moment, the Princess Consort of Wuping's residence was preparing to lie down and rest. Suddenly, she noticed a figure had appeared in the room. In an instant, terrified, she instinctively shrank into a corner, her voice trembling as she asked, "You...who are you?"

"Madam, do not be afraid. I have not come here to take your life. Just be obedient and do not make a fuss." The mysterious man's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"What...what do you want? Anything I have, I can give you." The princess suppressed her fear and answered tremblingly.

Twenty-two years ago, that scene remains deeply etched in his heart. Back then, you heartlessly fed him that blood-jade bead, nearly costing him his life! And in the long past twenty-odd years, it was that kind wet nurse who painstakingly raised him. However, since the wet nurse came to the Wuping Prince's mansion, she has mysteriously disappeared, never to be heard from again.

He had absolutely no interest in the so-called prestigious title of "Young Prince." At this moment, his only thought was to find his beloved wet nurse. He looked firmly into the eyes of the person before him and said resolutely, "If you can hand over my wet nurse unharmed, I swear I will never set foot in the capital again!"

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on the other person's face, as if they had never expected him to survive. After a moment of silence, they slowly said, "I didn't expect you to actually be alive... That woman named Li Ling did come to me, begging me to tell her the truth about what happened back then. Hmph, how could I tell her so easily? So I sent her back, and as for what happened afterward, I have no idea."

Wu Feilong clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Although I don't know why you're doing this, I will never believe your nonsense! Today, I just want to see my wet nurse!" With that, he suddenly drew his sword from his waist, the sharp blade gleaming coldly, pointing it directly at the woman opposite him.

"My patience is extremely limited. Tell me quickly, where is she?" Wu Feilong's eyes widened in anger, and he exuded a chilling aura.

The woman was intimidated by his imposing manner and involuntarily took two steps back. Her voice trembled slightly as she replied, "I... I have already asked the steward to give her some silver and then sent someone to escort her away."

"Fine, it seems you really forced me to do this!" Before he finished speaking, Wu Feilong immediately used his soul-searching technique on her. However, to his surprise, the result was exactly the same as what the princess had said—she had indeed instructed the steward to send the wet nurse away.

Wu Feilong returned to the inn with a heavy heart, his mind constantly pondering the truth behind this series of events. He secretly wondered, "Could it really be that this time it has nothing to do with the Wu Ping Prince's Mansion? Just like last time, was it just an unexpected turn of events on the way back? But something just doesn't feel right. What is the key to this? Could it be that common sense that has been overlooked all along?"

Just as Wu Feilong was deep in thought, Chun Shiniang approached him and asked anxiously, "How is it? Any news?" Wu Feilong shook his head and replied helplessly, "Nothing. But I'd like to ask if there are any places in the capital that specialize in buying and selling intelligence?" Upon hearing this, Chun Shiniang's eyes lit up, and she quickly replied, "Yes!" With that, she led Wu Feilong toward the gambling dens in the capital.

As soon as he stepped into the gambling den, a thick cloud of smoke hit him, making Wu Feilong cough involuntarily. Inside, the gambling den was bustling with people, and the noise was deafening. Gamblers were either shouting excitedly or looking dejected, creating an unusually lively atmosphere.

"The more you bet, the more you lose! Everyone, place your bets now, and don't place them until you've placed them!" the dealer shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Bet on big!" A burly man with a fierce face slammed the chips in his hand onto the table.

"Bet on small!" another man with a pointed face and monkey-like features shouted out his choice, not to be outdone.

Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd: "Look! Someone's betting on the leopard!" Everyone turned to look, and saw Wu Feilong calmly walk to the gambling table, unhesitatingly pull out ten yuan stones from his pocket, and place them all on the three sixes. The other gamblers stared at him suspiciously, as it was extremely rare to see someone betting so heavily on the leopard.

"Place your bet and you're done."

He took a deep breath, slowly lifted the dice cup, and shouted, "Three sixes!" Instantly, the surrounding area erupted in commotion, and people cast surprised and envious glances.

Just then, a tall, stern-faced man walked over with steady steps. After stopping, he stared sharply at the person in front of him and said in a low voice, "A cloud in the Northwest Xuan Tian."

Seeing this, Chun Shiniang's lips curled up slightly, and she retorted without backing down, "My territory, my rules." As soon as she finished speaking, the two exchanged a glance, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding. Then, the man turned and walked towards the inner hall, with Chun Shiniang and Wu Feilong following closely behind.

Upon entering the inner hall, they saw an elderly man with white hair sitting alone at a table, engrossed in playing chess with them. Hearing someone enter, the old man didn't look up, but asked calmly, "What is it?"

Wu Feilong quickly stepped forward, carefully took out a scroll from his robes, and gently unfurled it. It depicted a portrait of Li Ling. He said urgently, "Help me find this person."

The old man looked up at the portrait, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes, then said expressionlessly, "You've got some skill, actually betting on the leopard. But if you want my help in finding someone, you'll have to leave two hundred spirit stones and come back in three days for the news."

After a moment's thought, Wu Feilong gritted his teeth and agreed. He secretly wondered if this mysterious dark web was really as powerful as the rumors suggested.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Wu Feilong and Chun Shiniang returned to the gambling den full of anticipation. However, when they stepped through the door, they were stunned by the scene before them—the once bustling gambling den was now deserted and empty, with tables and chairs scattered haphazardly and scraps of paper and chips strewn on the ground.

Wu Feilong's eyes widened, and he muttered incredulously, "Shi Niang, have we been scammed?"

Chun Shiniang frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "No, the dark web is a huge force, spread to every corner. This place should just be one of their many strongholds. There must be a reason why it has become like this."