Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

With a crisp "crack," the once incredibly strong chain of true energy shattered instantly! Seizing the opportunity, Wu Feilong swung his longsword, which pierced straight into the chest of the Nascent Soul expert like lightning.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was in excruciating pain, struggling desperately to break free of his restraints, but the Devouring Yuan Sword seemed to be permanently attached to him, clinging tightly and rendering him immobile. Meanwhile, the remaining three Golden Core cultivators, seeing the Nascent Soul elder unable to escape, simultaneously launched an attack on Wu Feilong in perfect unison. In an instant, a barrage of powerful techniques—iron fists, icy palms, and blazing palms—surged down, their overwhelming force seemingly threatening to engulf Wu Feilong.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Wu Feilong remained calm. He swiftly drew the Devouring Yuan Sword from the chest of the Nascent Soul expert, then used the Thunder Step technique, his figure flashing as he appeared behind another enemy like a ghost. With a swift movement, the sword shattered the man's hard armor with a "crack," the Devouring Yuan Sword piercing through his back to his chest. At the same time, the Devouring Yuan Sword began to frantically absorb the opponent's true essence, and in the blink of an eye, the once vibrant enemy was reduced to a withered skeleton.

On this side, the Nascent Soul elder already had very little true essence left, and with the combined attack from the others, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud, spitting out blood. He was barely breathing and on the verge of death.

The other two, seeing this, turned pale with fright and hurriedly turned to flee. Just then, the roc shot out like lightning, its massive wings drawing a sharp arc in the air. Wu Feilong flashed forward and quickly chased after one of them.

The roc's speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it was already above the Golden Core cultivator's head. It spread its incredibly sharp claws and swooped down with overwhelming force, as easily as an eagle catching a chick. With a powerful grab, a crisp "crack" resounded, and the Golden Core cultivator's bones instantly shattered. Even the Golden Core he had painstakingly cultivated within him was shattered by the impact of this immense force. The Golden Core cultivator coughed up blood and died instantly.

Meanwhile, the remaining person also couldn't escape this calamity. Wu Feilong flicked his finger, and a tiny flame suddenly shot out. This seemingly insignificant flame contained extremely terrifying high temperature and destructive power. When it touched the assassins, it instantly ignited into a raging fire, engulfing them all. In just a few breaths, these assassins were burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

After defeating the enemy, Wu Feilong hurriedly led Chun Shiniang back to the inn. Upon entering the room, he carefully untied the ropes binding Chun Shiniang and gently placed her on the bed. Chun Shiniang's face was ashen, her lips bloodless, and she trembled uncontrollably, as if she were in a frozen wasteland. Her body emanated a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Seeing Chun Shiniang's appearance, Wu Feilong was extremely anxious and quickly asked with concern, "Shiniang, what's wrong with you?"

Chun Shiniang answered shiveringly, "So cold, so cold..."

Wu Feilong dared not be negligent and immediately unleashed his unique skill—Phoenix Flame. In an instant, a blazing flame rose from his hand, illuminating the entire room. Chun Shiniang looked at Wu Feilong before her, as if she had suddenly seen a warm campfire in the dead of winter. Without hesitation, she reached out and hugged Wu Feilong tightly.

The two pressed themselves tightly together, and Wu Feilong could clearly feel Chun Shiniang's icy body gradually drawing away the heat from his own. Because they were so close, Wu Feilong felt awkward and uncomfortable, but to help Chun Shiniang resist the cold poison, he could only endure the discomfort.

Time passed slowly, and throughout the entire night, Wu Feilong continuously activated the Phoenix Flame, constantly transmitting warmth to Chun Shiniang. Finally, as dawn broke, the cold poison within Chun Shiniang's body was gradually dispelled.

Wu Feilong breathed a long sigh of relief and said softly to Chun Shiniang, "Shiniang, the cold poison in your body has been neutralized now, you can let go."

However, Chun Shiniang still held Wu Feilong tightly, refusing to let go, and murmured to herself, "No, you're warmer."

Wu Feilong shook his head helplessly and continued to ask, "Those assassins didn't hurt you, and the poison shouldn't have entered your body, so why did you contract such a severe case of cold poison?"

Chun Shiniang parted her lips slightly and spoke softly about her background: "I was originally a member of the mysterious Hundred Yin Sect, but unfortunately I was afflicted with a cold poison. This poison is extremely potent, and there are only two paths to take: one is to beg the sect leader for an antidote, and the other is to absorb enough male yang energy to cure the poison. Otherwise, once the cold poison takes effect, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feilong nodded slightly, indicating that he had completely cleared the cold poison from her body.

At this moment, Wu Feilong frowned deeply, his mind racing as he considered the clues he had gathered. After much deliberation, he realized that the man named Changshi was indeed dead. He also noticed the clothing Mu Chuntang wore, and combined with the Princess's earlier gesture of personally seeing her off, all signs pointed to a massive conspiracy. But who orchestrated all this? What intricate connections existed between the brothels in the capital and the young prince? And who was the mastermind behind the dark web? Countless questions flooded his mind, leaving Wu Feilong utterly perplexed.

To unravel this mystery, Wu Feilong decided to disguise himself as an ordinary citizen and quietly wait near the Prince Wuping's residence. Several days passed, and he finally got his chance when the Prince's steward went out on an errand. As the steward hurried through a narrow alley, Wu Feilong suddenly struck, capturing him with lightning speed and quickly storing him in a mysterious cauldron.

Afterwards, Wu Feilong led the steward, who had been imprisoned in the cauldron, to a desolate outskirts. Faced with this ruthless stranger of unknown origin, the steward was already deathly pale and trembling uncontrollably. In a trembling voice, he timidly asked, "Who...who are you? Why are you treating me like this?"

Wu Feilong snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at the steward as he said, "Hmph! I never expected that you were actually a spy planted by the Qin family in the Wuping Prince's mansion, and the murderer of my wet nurse! Now that you're in my hands, let's see how you try to deny it!"

Upon hearing this, the butler's face changed drastically, but he still pretended to be calm, clenched his teeth, and swallowed a highly poisonous pill hidden in his mouth. In an instant, a stream of black blood gushed from his mouth, and the butler collapsed to the ground, dying, ending his sinful life.

Wu Feilong arrived at the brothel, exchanged the secret code, and went directly to the inner room. The woman was taken aback when she saw him, but quickly regained her composure: "Young master, what brings you here this time?"

"Summon the young prince."

"Young master is joking. I have no acquaintance with any prince."

"Don't worry, this time it's not about fighting and killing. You don't want me to go to the Prince of Wuping's mansion in person, do you?"

Seeing that she could no longer hide it, the woman had no choice but to send her servant to inform the empress.

Upon receiving the message, the young prince's heart pounded: "What exactly is he planning? I've failed to kill him time and time again, and now he's actually come to me on his own initiative." Nevertheless, he took two Nascent Soul experts with him to the brothel.

Seeing him push open the door and enter, Wu Feilong said, "Young Prince, this time we've turned hostility into friendship, but with others present, I'm afraid..."

"You can all leave now. No one is allowed to come in without my order."

Everyone else left, leaving only the two of them in the room. Wu Feilong said frankly, "You killed me simply because you were worried that I wanted to acknowledge my ancestors and return to the family, threatening your status as the young prince. Your worries are unnecessary. I have no interest in the status of the young prince. As long as you promise me one thing, I can never see anyone from the Wuping Prince's Mansion again."

"This is interesting. Tell me your terms."

"The steward of the Prince of Wuping's mansion is a man of the Prince of Qin. He killed my wet nurse. If you help me kill the Prince of Qin's son, he will know the pain of losing a loved one."

"no problem".