Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

After carefully disguising themselves, the two quietly made their way to the renowned brothel in the capital. The brothel lived up to its reputation; upon entering, they were greeted by melodious and pleasant music, accompanied by sweet singing and graceful dancing. The brothel was bustling with activity, offering a wide variety of performances. The women were all stunningly beautiful, exuding captivating charm with every gesture.

Looking at the beautiful women before him, Wu Feilong felt somewhat at a loss. He awkwardly leaned closer to his companion and whispered, "This... you don't mean I have to do *that* with them, do you?" Chun Shiniang rolled her eyes at him and replied, "You wish!"

After exchanging the secret code, they were led to the back room of the brothel. There, a woman sat demurely, her sharp eyes scrutinizing the two men. After a moment, she parted her lips slightly and asked slowly, "Gentlemen, what brings you here today?"

One of them took out a scroll from his pocket, unfurled it, and said, "Help me find these two people in the painting." The woman's gaze fell on the scroll, and when she saw the figures in the painting, her face instantly showed horror, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong quickly put away Li Ling's portrait and then said, "I have two favors to ask of you, young lady. First, please help me find this man; second, I hope you can answer a question I have."

The woman took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then held up two fingers and said softly, "Two thousand spirit stones." Without hesitation, Wu Feilong immediately took out two thousand spirit stones and placed them in front of her. The woman, her eyes lighting up at the sight of money, immediately pocketed the stones and then said, "I suppose one of the things you need to do is find the man in this painting. And what about the other?"

"There's another matter. Why were you so afraid when you saw this portrait?" Wu Feilong stared intently into the woman's eyes and pressed her for an answer.

The woman remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering how to answer. Finally, she sighed softly, took out a slip of paper from her sleeve, handed it to Wu Feilong, and said, "Come back in three days, and I will inform you then." With that, she got up and left, leaving Wu Feilong and his companion standing in the back hall, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Feilong rushed back to the inn. As soon as he entered, he eagerly unfolded the note in his hand. On it were four large characters written in a flamboyant style: "Lord of the Dark Web." He frowned, full of doubt, and turned to Chun Shiniang beside him, asking urgently, "Shiniang, who exactly is this 'Lord of the Dark Web'?"

Chun Shiniang gently shook her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said solemnly, "This person has always been mysterious and unpredictable. No one in the martial arts world has ever seen his true face. It is said that he controls a huge and secretive underground force, and his actions are unpredictable."

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Wu Feilong stepped into a brothel. As soon as he entered, a graceful woman came forward to greet him, her red lips parting slightly: "The person you came looking for has already died. This is his burial place." After speaking, she handed Wu Feilong a slip of paper with an address clearly written on it.

After Wu Feilong turned and left, a young man slowly emerged from the shadows. Upon seeing this, the woman quickly bowed and said sweetly, "Young Prince, everything has been done as you instructed."

The young man nodded slightly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips: "Yes, very well done."

Following the address indicated on the note, Wu Feilong searched and eventually arrived at a desolate outskirts. Overgrown with weeds, the place was bleak and eerie—a mass grave. Everywhere he looked, there were white bones, a truly chilling sight.

Just as Wu Feilong was looking around, a sudden gust of wind arose. A group of figures dressed in black leaped up from the surrounding graves like ghosts, instantly surrounding Wu Feilong and Chun Shiniang. The leader possessed a powerful aura, clearly a Nascent Soul stage expert, while the others were also Golden Core stage masters.

Just then, the group of people rapidly moved their fingers, chanting incantations. With their movements, a mysterious and powerful magic circle instantly enveloped Wu Feilong and Chun Shiniang. Immediately afterward, a thick cloud of poisonous mist, emitting a pungent odor, suddenly spread from the center of the magic circle, rapidly engulfing the entire space like a green torrent.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong's expression changed drastically. Knowing the power of the poisonous fog, he dared not delay for a moment. He hurriedly waved his hand, taking Chun Shiniang into his Taixu Cauldron. After doing this, he took a deep breath, gripped the Netherworld Sword tightly, and slashed at the magic array with tremendous force. However, to his surprise, even with all his strength, the seemingly fragile magic array was as impenetrable as a fortress of copper and iron. No matter how he attacked, he could not cause any substantial damage to it.

Just then, the poisonous mist began to seep into Wu Feilong's body. He felt a sharp pain, as if countless venomous insects were gnawing at his internal organs. In an instant, Wu Feilong's face contorted in agony, and a mouthful of blood spurted out before he collapsed to the ground.

"Haha, finally dead! Now we can go back and report to the young prince!" one of them said smugly. After saying that, the group removed the magic array and swaggered towards Wu Feilong lying on the ground, preparing to take his body away.

Just as they approached Wu Feilong, the seemingly lifeless Wu Feilong suddenly launched an attack. With a flick of his wrists, a dazzling chain of true energy appeared out of thin air, shooting out like a serpent and accurately binding one of the strongest Nascent Soul cultivators. Caught off guard and bound by the chain, the Nascent Soul cultivator was terrified. He struggled desperately to break free, but each time he tried to release his true energy to shatter the chain, he found his true energy being absorbed by the chain as if it had sunk into the sea.

Meanwhile, the others were also terrified upon seeing this, frantically using their respective techniques to try and stop Wu Feilong. However, Wu Feilong had already donned an invisibility cloak that concealed his form, disappearing from their sight. The next moment, a scream rang out. A Golden Core cultivator suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw a gleaming Devouring Yuan Sword deeply embedded in his stomach. Before he could react, an incredibly powerful suction force emanated from the sword, frantically devouring his true essence. In the blink of an eye, this Golden Core cultivator was drained of all his true essence, becoming a withered skeleton.

"What... what kind of evil magic is this?" The remaining people were shocked and looked at everything happening in front of them with horror, completely at a loss.

They attacked in a chaotic and disorganized manner, like headless flies without any sense of direction. The Nascent Soul expert was extremely anxious, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He desperately mobilized the true energy within his body, trying to resist the fierce waves of attacks.