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

The demonic energy on the blood web subsided.

The Thunderfire Flying Boat sank downwards, and its planks broke one after another.

Cang Wuyue pressed her hands against the array plate, but her newly repaired meridians could not withstand the pressure, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Qin Mo turned his head to look at her.

"The Great Perfection of the Golden Core?"

Cang Wuyue stared at the blood-red nascent soul behind Yu Linglong, his throat bobbing a few times.

"The intelligence was wrong; she has already formed her Nascent Soul."

The Nascent Soul cultivator raised his hand, and all four corners of the flying boat collapsed simultaneously.

Leng Qingqiu knelt on the ground, her shoulders so heavy she couldn't lift them.

She stared at the silver bell on Yu Linglong's ankle, her voice strained.

"Blood Infant Dharma Form, the Blood River True Scripture of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"You have good taste."

Yu Linglong stepped barefoot onto the internet cable and looked down at the three of them.

"This holy maiden entered the Nascent Soul stage seven days ago. Only three people in the sect know about this. You are fortunate to die under this technique."

Leng Qingqiu gripped the short sword, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

"You hid for seven days just to ambush and kill me?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Yu Linglong turned to Qin Mo, her long whip dangling over the net.

"It's Prince Fang who interests me."

Qin Mo opened his folding fan.

"You have good taste."

"Unfortunately, this face is fake."

Qin Mo paused for a moment while holding the fan.

Yu Linglong raised the corner of her eye.

"What, did I guess right?"

Qin Mo looked into her eyes.

She stared intently at Fang Aoyun's features, her words tinged with probing.

"Take off your red veil first."

"You want to see me?"

"You're too ugly, I won't be your blood slave."

Yu Linglong lowered her eyelids and twirled the long whip in her palm.

"Once I peel off this fake face, you'll have a chance to see it for yourself."

The whip tip snapped off, and the blood network tightened completely.

Simultaneously, sounds of breaking and snapping came from various parts of the boat.

Cang Wuyue pressed two high-grade spirit stones into the array plate, forcibly activating the last layer of the flying boat's defensive array.

A crimson-gold light shield rose.

Black and red demonic energy adhered to the barrier, and a dense corrosive sound filled the ears.

The array patterns gradually faded, and the acrid smell of burning flesh seeped into the cabin through the cracks.

"At most ten breaths!"

Cang Wuyue shouted, pressing down on the array plate, "The flight array is destroyed; the Thunderfire Boat can't leave!"

Leng Qingqiu braced herself against the railing and turned to look at Qin Mo.

"Give me the antidote for the muscle-relaxing powder."

"Can you tear this net?"

"able."

"Take what?"

"If you want to live, ask fewer questions."

Qin Mo took out a celadon bottle from Fang Aoyun's storage bag.

"Catch it."

The porcelain bottle had only flown halfway when a whip swept across, shattering the bottle into powder.

The elixirs inside were also destroyed by the demonic energy.

Yu Linglong gently swayed her long whip.

"You're discussing escaping right in front of me? Where do you put me?"

Qin Mo glanced at the few remaining light shields.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace had already absorbed the medicinal power of the Muscle-Softening Powder.

With his physical body, it wouldn't be difficult for him to withstand the pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, Cang Wuyue's meridians had just been repaired, and she couldn't withstand the blood net's strangulation at all.

If the Primordial Immortal Sword is truly used, Fang Aoyun's identity will be compromised.

Qin Mo grabbed Leng Qingqiu by the collar and dragged her to the center of the boat.

"Shouldn't the Holy Maiden of Sword Pavilion have brought some life-saving treasures with her when she goes out?"

Leng Qingqiu shook off his hand.

Even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you.

"You're almost dead, and you still remember that inner armor?"

"It's better to die at her hands than to fall into yours."

"OK."

Qin Mo raised his chin slightly towards the outside.

"Once the net is broken, you'll be at the front of the line. The Jade Saintess wants to kill you, so my guards and I can catch our breath a little longer."

Leng Qingqiu looked up and glared at him.

"Fang Aoyun, have you no shame?"

"What's the point of keeping your face if you can't even save your life?"

With a flick of her wrist, Yu Linglong unleashed another lash of her whip.

Snapped!

A long crack appeared in the photomask.

"Stop arguing."

Yu Linglong descended, stepping on the blood-red net.

"Leng Qingqiu won't survive, and Cang Wuyue will die too. As for Prince Fang, I can stay for three more days."

Qin Mo looked at Leng Qingqiu.

"Did you hear that? They even calculated the dates for me. If you don't use what you're hiding, no one will care if you take it to the ground."

Leng Qingqiu gritted her teeth and did not answer.

The third whip fell.

The crack crept across half of the light shield, and blood seeped into the boat.

The wooden planks rotted and developed several large holes as soon as they were touched by blood.

Cang Wuyue raised her arm and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Young master, three breaths!"

"Leng Qingqiu!"

"Shut up!"

Leng Qingqiu lowered her head and bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the silver sword pendant in front of her chest.

The sword pendant lit up, and a clear sword sound pierced through the flying boat.

The muscle-softening powder was still suppressing her vital energy, and the sword pendant had already detached from her clothes and was hanging in front of her.

The smile on Yu Linglong's face faded.

"The life-protecting sword talisman that the old man from Jian Ge gave you?"

With blood dripping from her mouth, Leng Qingqiu roared, "Slay!"

The silver sword pendant shattered upon impact.

As soon as the blood net tore through the last layer of light shield, hundreds of silver-white sword energies shot into the sky, converging into a giant sword more than ten feet long, which slashed down at Yu Linglong.

Two red ribbons flew out from Yu Linglong's sleeves, overlapping and blocking her front.

"You dare to stop me with just a sword talisman?"

The giant sword fell.

The red ribbon was bent by the force of the sword, and the net cables beneath Yu Linglong's feet broke in patches.

She was pushed back dozens of feet, and the blood-red pattern between her eyebrows darkened.

"Leng Qingqiu!"

Yu Linglong swung her whip to entangle the giant sword, while the Blood Infant behind her clasped its hands together.

The sword energy and demonic energy collided, and a series of booming sounds rang out.

The blood web went out of control, and its closing speed slowed down.

Leng Qingqiu's chest heaved as a blue talisman slipped from her sleeve.

She slapped her blood-stained hand onto the talisman, and a teleportation array immediately lit up beneath her feet.

Qin Mo's expression changed.

"Wait, take us with you!"

"Fang Aoyun, I will settle this score with you."

"I rescued you and brought you onto the ship, and this is how you repay me?"

"You drugged me, and you expect me to save you?"

A burst of blue light shot up, and Leng Qingqiu disappeared from the spot.

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed nothing.

"She got away cleanly! My inner armor is still on her!"

Cang Wuyue cried out urgently, "Young Master, the Blood Net has moved again!"

Yu Linglong had already torn the sword energy apart.

The two red ribbons were cut with more than a dozen slits. Her long hair was disheveled, and blood seeped from her forehead. She raised her hand and tightened the blood-stained net again.

"Neither of you are leaving!"

The wrecked flying boat broke in half.

Qin Mo kicked off the falling boat plank and grabbed Cang Wuyue's waist.

The blood net closed in from both above and below, leaving a gap of about ten feet wide on the right side.

"Hold me tight!"

"Young master, I cannot use my vital energy!"

"I don't need you."

Qin Mo pulled a purple escape talisman from Fang Aoyun's storage bag.

The talisman was engraved with the Fang family's directional teleportation array.

He no longer cared where the landed object would land.

Yu Linglong recognized the escape talisman, and her long whip flew out of her hand.

"Stay here!"

The whip tip caught on the charred corner of Qin Mo's robe.

Qin Mo tore off his outer robe and, carrying Cang Wuyue, crashed into the gap, simultaneously crushing the escape talisman in his palm.

The purple light enveloped the two of them.

The blood-red web closed completely, the web only cutting off half of the robe.

Just as the teleportation array was about to close, Yu Linglong's scream rang out.

"Fang Aoyun, I will definitely dig you out of Biluo City!"