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

The Thunderfire Flying Boat crossed two mountain ridges, and the white figure ahead quickly drew near.

Leng Qingqiu stepped on a spare short sword, the blade swaying, but the speed was much slower than before.

Her natal flying sword was taken away by Qin Mo, and she was already finding it difficult to fly.

"Young master, we've caught up."

Cang Wuyue changed into a black outfit, tied up her long hair, and stood at the stern of the boat manipulating the magic array.

Qin Mo lowered his voice.

"From now on, call me Young Master Fang."

"Yes."

Qin Mo walked to the bow of the boat and called out, "Fairy Leng, please stop for a moment."

Leng Qingqiu turned around and saw Fang Aoyun's face, and her sword speed slowed down accordingly.

"Young Master Fang, what brings you here?"

"The fairy's natal flying sword has been lost. Relying on this short sword to rush back to the Misty Sword Pavilion will probably consume a lot of her energy."

Qin Mo patted the side of the boat.

"I am on my way to the Azure Dragon Sect, and we will travel the same route. If you do not mind, please come up and rest."

Leng Qingqiu did not immediately agree, and her gaze fell on Cang Wuyue.

"Who is this?"

"The guards we took in along the way were still recovering from their injuries and didn't like to talk."

Cang Wuyue bowed her head in respect.

Leng Qingqiu glanced at the Thunderfire Flying Boat again.

The Fang family mark on the boat was genuine, and Qin Mo also had the Fang family heir's token hanging on his waist.

She hesitated for a few moments, then sheathed her short sword and landed on the boat.

"Thank you for your help at the cliff top, Young Master Fang. I will remember this kindness for lending me your flying boat today."

"It was just a small favor, Fairy, you don't need to keep mentioning it."

Qin Mo raised his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

Inside the boat was a low table with spirit fruits and wine from Fang Aoyun's storage bag on it.

Leng Qingqiu glanced at it but didn't touch it.

"Where are Young Master Fang's two guards?"

"I sent them back to Biluo City to report the news."

"You're going to the Azure Dragon Sect alone?"

"The Fang family often interacts with the Azure Dragon Sect to discuss a business deal; bringing too many people would only attract attention."

Leng Qingqiu nodded, her gaze fixed on the distance, her shoulders and back still taut.

Qin Mo looked at Cang Wuyue.

Cang Wuyue understood and reduced the speed of the flight array.

She used the act of changing the spirit stone to crush the wax pill in her sleeve.

The medicinal powder was absorbed by the Wind Array and spread out along the spiritual patterns inside the boat.

This thing was found in Fang Aoyun's storage bag; it's called "Muscle Softening Powder".

The medicine is not particularly potent; after a cultivator inhales it, their vital energy will be suppressed for half an hour.

Qin Mo leaned back on the soft couch and opened the folding fan.

"Fairy Leng, did that masked demonic cultivator say anything before he knocked you unconscious?"

When this matter was brought up, Leng Qingqiu placed her hand on her short sword.

"This person practiced a heretical body-refining technique and was wearing demonic blood gauntlets. He stole my flying sword robe and storage bracelet. If I encounter him again, I will surely kill him."

Cang Wuyue lowered her head and her shoulders twitched slightly.

Qin Mo glanced at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I've remembered something from the past."

Leng Qingqiu turned her head and stared at her.

"Have you seen that demonic cultivator?"

"no."

Cang Wuyue lowered her face even further.

Qin Mo closed the folding fan and leaned forward slightly.

"Instead of worrying about that demonic cultivator, fairy, you should think about how you can repay me."

Leng Qingqiu's brows furrowed.

"What does Young Master Fang want?"

"The things on you."

Explain yourself.

Qin Mo's gaze swept from her shoulder to her waist.

"That demonic cultivator took the outer robe, flying sword, and jade bracelet, but left the fairy a protective inner armor. I heard that the Snow Silk Inner Armor, crafted by the Sword Pavilion, is so tough that even Golden Core cultivators would have difficulty breaking through it."

Leng Qingqiu stopped pressing her sword.

How did you know I was wearing the Snow Silk Inner Armor?

"Just a guess."

"Fang Aoyun, what exactly did you see on the cliff top?"

Qin Mo stood up and lightly patted his palm with his folding fan.

"I've seen everything I needed to see."

Leng Qingqiu grabbed the short sword and was about to get up when her legs gave way.

She knelt on the boat deck, the short sword slipping from her hand and sliding several feet away.

The body's vital energy is condensed in the meridians, and no matter how much you try to stimulate it, there is no response.

She looked up at the drinks on the table.

"I didn't touch your things!"

"Medicine doesn't necessarily have to be put in alcohol."

Qin Mo used his foot to deflect the short sword away.

Leng Qingqiu tried to hold on several times, but her arms began to weaken.

"You drugged me?"

"The fairy has finally realized what's happening."

"Fang Aoyun, you shameless beast!"

She clenched her teeth, her voice trembling.

"If anything happens to me, the Misty Sword Pavilion will not let the Fang family off the hook!"

"We're still thousands of miles from Jiange. No matter how loudly you shout, no one can come to save you."

Qin Mo walked up to her and squatted down, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Hand over the Snow Silkworm Inner Armor, and I can spare you some suffering."

"roll!"

Leng Qingqiu raised her hand to strike, but her arm fell down halfway up.

Qin Mo grabbed the fabric of her dress at her shoulder, turned his head and ordered, "Lower the boat and find a valley where no one goes."

"Yes, ma'am."

Cang Wuyue responded verbally, but her face turned red with suppressed urges.

Leng Qingqiu took a few breaths and her gaze fell on her.

"You're a woman too, how could you do something like this for him?"

Cang Wuyue raised her head.

"I will only listen to the young master."

"The Fang family raised no good people whatsoever!"

Just as Qin Mo was about to scare her a few more times, the clouds in front of him suddenly turned dark red.

All the warning patterns on the hull of the boat lit up.

"Young master, there's something ahead!"

Cang Wuyue pressed her hands onto the magic array, forcibly changing its direction.

That's too late.

A giant, blood-red net rose from both sides of the canyon, stretching for hundreds of feet.

The Thunderfire Flying Boat crashed head-on into the net, its hull shuddering violently, and several flight array patterns instantly extinguished.

Qin Mo grabbed the railing to steady himself.

Leng Qingqiu rolled toward the side of the boat, but he grabbed her by the back of her collar.

The blood net quickly closed, suspending the entire airship in mid-air.

A screeching sound came from the bottom of the boat, and the defensive array patterns broke one after another.

A woman's laughter came from above.

"Young Master Fang has quite the refined taste; even on his journey, he doesn't forget to bully the Holy Maiden of Sword Pavilion."

A woman in a red dress fell down, stepping on a blood-soaked net.

She was barefoot and dangling in the air, with two silver bells tied to her ankles.

A red veil covered half of her face, with a blood-red pattern between her brows, and demonic energy flowed around her along the network cables.

When Cang Wuyue saw the person who had arrived, her face immediately turned pale.

"Jade Exquisite!"

The woman in the red dress looked down at her.

"Do you recognize me?"

Cang Wuyue stepped back to Qin Mo's side and lowered her voice, saying, "The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Yu Linglong. She is at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage and is most skilled in charm arts and poison."

Yu Linglong raised her hand and waved it, causing the blood net to tighten once more.

"The Holy Son has decreed that Leng Qingqiu cannot return to the Misty Sword Pavilion."

Leng Qingqiu leaned against the side of the boat, staring upwards.

"Does the Heavenly Demon Sect want to start a war with the Sword Pavilion?"

"If you die on the Fang family's flying boat, who will trace it back to the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Yu Linglong looked at Qin Mo again, her eyes lifting slightly.

"As for Prince Fang, you'll have to stay here as well."

"Kill Leng Qingqiu, then put the two of you together. In the end, the Fang family and the Misty Sword Pavilion will only hold each other accountable."

Qin Mosong shook off the cold autumn breeze, stood up, and straightened his collar.

"Are you so sure you've got us cornered?"

A blood-red whip appeared in Yu Linglong's palm.

"One was poisoned by the Muscle-Weakening Powder, and the other is at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm."

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