Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

Cang Wuji's voice echoed from the deck of the main ship as he waved his command flag, "Warships, form ranks! Cooperate with the Ancestor, break through the mountain!"

The nine warships roared as they adjusted their positions, end to end, their array patterns intertwined, forming a massive circular killing formation.

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at Shen Ruoyan.

"Lead the way. I need to get into that crevice in the Remnant Pill Valley."

Shen Ruoyan opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She didn't ask why, nor what would happen after she went inside. She simply turned around and sped off towards the foot of the mountain.

Qin Mo followed.

Behind him, the blood seal in Cang Jiuyou's palm swelled to a size of tens of feet, with a dragon shadow coiled on it, and the gray-black dragon energy dyed half of the sky black.

Inside the light barrier, Bai Chenshuang raised her head, her pupils contracting as she gazed at the destructive force about to descend.

Gu Yingxue drew her bow again.

This time, she also poured her own Nascent Soul power into it.

The patterns on the bow were dazzlingly bright, and she was enveloped in a silvery-white light, as if she were about to be shot out along with the arrow.

"Old man—"

The bowstring is released.

Two forces collided in the sky above Yunyu Mountain, tearing the night sky in two.

The silvery-white arrow struck the Azure Dragon Blood Seal, and the two forces clashed in mid-air for less than a moment.

The bloodstain cracked.

From the very center, it was as if it had been cleaved open by a red-hot knife, the silver light piercing through the dragon pattern that was tens of feet in size, splitting it in two.

The shattered gray-black dragon energy splashed in all directions, blasting a pale crack in the sky.

The silver light did not stop.

The tail flame, trailing a half-zhang-long afterglow, headed straight for Cang Jiuyou's face.

Cang Jiuyou felt a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively turned his head, and a flash of silver light grazed his right cheek, bringing with it a sharp, piercing wind.

A strand of hair fell from her temple and swirled in the night sky.

The whole sky fell silent for a moment.

Cang Jiuyou reached out and touched his right cheek.

There was no blood, but a burning, stinging pain shot through my skin.

A stray hair fell onto his shoulder.

He glanced down, and the muscles on his gaunt face twitched three times.

After two hundred years of seclusion, his peak Nascent Soul cultivation dominated the Eastern Continent, but today a woman at the mid-Nascent Soul stage shaved his head.

On the nine warships, Cang Wuji's composure vanished completely.

If that silver light had been off by even half an inch, his father's face would have been ripped open.

"Hou Yi's Sunset Bow..."

A Nascent Soul elder beside the main ship swallowed hard, his voice strained, "This bow draws upon the star power of the great formation as its arrow, its power increasing with the formation's charging time. It was this very bow that killed Cangsong and Canghai last time."

Cang Wuji didn't reply. His gaze fell on the figure holding a bow inside the light barrier. He closed and opened the folding fan in his hand three times.

Inside the light shield, the gaping wound in Gu Yingxue's tiger's mouth was raw and bleeding, with blood flowing down her arm.

She didn't retreat; a second ray of starlight was already gathering on the bowstring.

Bai Chenshuang stood beside her, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead and down her chin, her pale face revealing a fierce determination.

"Cang Jiuyou!"

Bai Chenshuang's voice was hoarse, but the words struck hard: "Who exactly is the person who injured Cang Wuyue? Are you senile and can't tell, or do you simply not want to? Let your granddaughter come out to confront us, do you dare or not?"

Cang Jiuyou's face was so gloomy it could wring water out of it, and he didn't say a word.

It was Cang Wuji on the warship who laughed first.

"Why must Sect Leader Bai insist on holding a confrontation?"

Cang Wuji's voice was not loud, but it spread for miles around thanks to the amplification of the warship's array patterns.

"My niece's fate is now unknown, and her cultivation has been completely destroyed. Who could bear to torment her further?"

"Yunyu Palace killed my Canglong Sect disciple. This is an undeniable fact. If Sect Master Bai doesn't acknowledge it, then let's settle this with fists."

"you!"

Bai Chenshuang was so angry that she trembled all over.

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

Since Cang Wuyue did not come out, there was no way to verify the truth.

They've thrown a bucket of dirty water on Yunyu Palace; what they want isn't the truth at all.

A window at the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and let out a cold laugh.

Shen Ruoyan stood behind him and whispered, "I just intercepted a remnant of a message from within the Azure Dragon Sect..."

"No more than three people in the sect knew about Cang Wuyue's injury. Even the elders under Cang Wuji were only informed right before their departure."

"Therefore, this military deployment was not a spur-of-the-moment decision at all."

Qin Mo's voice turned serious.

What about avenging his niece? What about the irrefutable evidence of the Blood Fiend Mark?

Cang Wuji and others were just using an excuse.

The Eastern Continent Daoist Conference is approaching, and the number of places in the Ancient Ruins is limited.

After destroying Yunyu Palace and securing all ten spots, he would send his own people in to seize resources and opportunities, thus allowing his son Cang Juexing to completely surpass Cang Wuyue in status.

Three birds with one stone.

Using the ancestor's wrath as a weapon, he cut down all those he, Cang Wuji, wanted to kill.

"A smart person."

Qin Mo gripped the broken sword in his hand tightly.

On Cloud Rain Mountain, Bai Chenshuang also came to this understanding.

Her voice trembled, yet she spoke each word clearly: "Cang Jiuyou, the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference begins in three days. If you and my Cloud Rain Palace both suffer heavy losses today, will those madmen of the Heavenly Demon Sect let your Azure Dragon Sect off the hook? What will you use to compete for the opportunities in the Ancient Ruins?"

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions of the Nascent Soul elders on the warship relaxed for a moment.

Cang Jiuyou looked up and laughed.

The laughter erupted from the depths of his throat, each laugh more unrestrained than the last, making the air beneath his feet buzz.

"A lose-lose situation?"

He looked down at the Cloud and Rain Mountain within the light barrier, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world: "Ten Nascent Soul cultivators and nine killing array warships."

"Bai Chenshuang, you're just a fledgling Nascent Soul cultivator, and you're paired with Gu Yingxue, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. What makes you think you can fight me to a standstill?"

He raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

A dark gray dragon pattern condensed in his palm again, thicker and more solid than the previous one.

"After today, the name Yunyu Palace will no longer exist in Dongzhou."

Bai Chenshuang's hands were trembling.

Gu Yingxue drew the bowstring taut, the silvery starlight illuminating her entire body.

The array patterns on the bow reached their limit, producing a piercing buzzing sound.

Bai Chenshuang flipped her right wrist, and a bright sword light shot out from her palm. The three-foot-long sword was held horizontally in front of her, its blade trembling incessantly.

She glanced back at the hundreds of disciples in the square behind her.

Some people were trembling, some were crying, but no one retreated.

"All of you in the Cloud and Rain Palace, heed my command!"

Bai Chenshuang turned her head and stared intently at the gaunt figure in the sky, her voice lowered to the lowest level, yet it carried throughout the entire mountain.

"Today, if it's war, then let's fight."

"kill!"

On the warship, Cang Wuji slashed down the command flag in his hand.

The nine colossal iron warships simultaneously unleashed dazzling dark golden array patterns, with light emanating from the bottom, sides, and decks of the ships, intertwining and connecting with each other.

Nine thick, dark golden beams of light shot out from the bellies of the nine warships, twisted together in mid-air, and converged toward Cang Jiuyou in the sky.

Hundreds of black-armored disciples simultaneously activated the array's core by making hand seals, and the warship emitted a deep dragon roar, covering the entire sky with a dark golden light curtain.

Cang Wuji stood at the bow of the main ship, his brocade robe billowing in the spiritual pressure, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

At the window of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, Qin Mo's knuckles tightened around the sword hilt.

The gaps in the light shield are still there.

In the direction of the Remnant Pill Valley, the array pattern gap, which was thinner than elsewhere, was still there.

"Walk."

He turned and leaped out of the window, Shen Ruoyan following closely behind, the two figures disappearing into the depths of the night.

The Azure Dragon Blood Seal on his palm swelled to a hundred feet, its dragon shadow roaring and churning, changing the color of the heavens and earth.

Inside the light barrier, Bai Chenshuang looked up at the power that was capable of destroying everything, the veins on the back of her hand holding the sword bulging.

Gu Yingxue pulled the bowstring to its limit.