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

A blood-red net hung down in the woods, blocking Qin Mo's way back to Tingfeng Courtyard.

Yu Linglong walked over, stepping on the charred grass, her red dress edged with sparks, and clutching a half-piece of robe torn from the Thunderfire Flying Boat in her hand.

"Young Master Fang, we meet again."

Qin Mo closed his folding fan and glanced around.

Behind the tree, three streams of demonic energy had already blocked their escape route.

There was a bloody net pressing down on its head, which would fall down at the slightest movement.

Yu Linglong raised her hand, and a few wisps of red mist drifted out from her sleeve.

The red mist spread along the ground and arrived at Qin Mo's feet in the blink of an eye.

A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Qin Mo's spiritual energy immediately stagnated.

He activated his Heaven and Earth Eye, and the red mist before him immediately revealed its veins.

Dozens of thin threads swirled and intertwined, heading straight for his divine sense.

"Tell me about it."

Yu Linglong's smile deepened. "Who exactly are you?"

Qin Mo stood still, lightly tapping his palm with his folding fan.

"What is your relationship with Cang Wuyue?"

"Master and servant."

Yu Linglong laughed out loud. She took two steps forward, and the red mist thickened as a result.

Qin Mo's shoulders and back tensed, and the divine eye in his divine aperture continued to rotate, peeling away the seductive charms that had invaded his sea of ​​consciousness one by one.

Yu Linglong stared at his reaction, her eyes now showing a scrutinizing gaze.

"You're still able to stand and talk even after being under the influence of my bewitching incense. Your cultivation technique is extraordinary."

"The saint's incense isn't that great either."

"Yeah?"

She took out a small, dark gray lamp.

The lamp body is only the size of a palm, and its outer wall is engraved with twisted patterns.

There was no flame at the wick; only a silvery-white bead of light was rotating inside.

Qin Mo lowered his brows.

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A sharp pain shot through the Qiankun Dharma Eye.

Yu Linglong held the magic lamp, her voice becoming softer.

"This Bone-Illuminating Lamp is specifically designed to expose a person's appearance and conceal their magic. If you are truly Fang Aoyun, it won't harm you if it shines on you."

"What if it's fake?"

"I'll peel everything off your face."

The lights went out.

The spiritual energy around Qin Mo immediately changed.

Fine cracks first appeared on Fang Aoyun's face, and then her brow bone, nose bridge, and jawline changed one after another. A thin layer of light formed by the magic fell off her skin and turned into gray smoke that dissipated in the air.

The crown prince fell into the grass.

Qin Mo caught it and hung it back on his waist.

Yu Linglong stopped moving.

The young man in front of him had handsome features and a face that was less frivolous than Fang Aoyun's, but more composed and reserved.

His black clothes were covered in dust, and there were several scratches on his shoulders, but his posture remained upright.

She stared at him for a moment before asking, "What's your name?"

"Qin Mo".

"Qin Mo from the Remnant Pill Valley of the Cloud and Rain Palace?"

"Has the Holy Maiden heard of my name?"

"I've heard of it more than just it."

Yu Linglong put away the Bone-Illuminating Lamp, her voice becoming ambiguous.

"A mere Qi Refining servant has caused trouble for the Cloud Rain Palace, the Azure Dragon Sect, and the Profound Heaven Immortal Sect. You have more trouble than a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Qin Mo looked at her.

"So, to whom are you going to hand me over?"

"I've changed my mind."

Yu Linglong raised her palm and pressed down.

The crimson spiritual energy passed through the air and landed on Qin Mo's shoulder.

Qin Mo activated the Qiankun Creation Scripture, causing the Qiankun Transformation Furnace to vibrate.

"Don't bother. You can't even cast a fireball right now."

"That's not necessarily true."

Qin Mo stomped his right leg on the ground, and the power of his Iron Bone Realm penetrated into the earth.

The soil churned up, and the fist aimed straight for Yu Linglong's face.

Yu Linglong dodged to the side, her red sleeves wrapping around his arm.

Using the momentum, she pulled Qin Mo into the ancient tree beside her.

The tree trunk broke on the spot.

After landing, Qin Mo rolled over once. Just as he managed to stand up, the blood net was already pressing down on his head.

Yu Linglong clasped her five fingers together.

The blood net tightened, wrapping around Qin Mo's waist and lifting him off the ground.

Qin Mo's knee struck the bloody web, causing several cracks to appear in the web.

The smile on Yu Linglong's face faded.

She placed her palm against Qin Mo's chest, and the demonic energy pressed in again along the blood lines.

This time, Qin Mo couldn't even lift his arm.

A loud noise came from the main peak of the Azure Dragon Sect in the distance.

A white light spread across the horizon, and the protective formation of the sect crumbled all the way from the mountain gate.

A surge of spiritual energy shot into the sky, uprooting nearby trees and sending rocks tumbling down the hillside.

Yu Linglong glanced back, her brows immediately furrowing.

"The Azure Dragon Sect can't hold on any longer."

Qin Mo, suspended in mid-air by the blood net, spoke:

"Where are you taking me now?"

"The Heavenly Demon Cult has a stronghold in Red Sand Town."

Yu Linglong raised her hand and waved, and the blood net wrapped around Qin Mo and flew out of the forest.

"There's a water dungeon there, perfect for locking you up."

At the end of the mountain path, a black flying boat rested among the rocks.

The ship was engraved with the blood-red patterns of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and four black-clad cultivators stood beside the cabin door.

One of them quickly stepped forward to meet them.

"Holy Maiden, the woman from Sword Pavilion has been captured."

"Leng Qingqiu?"

"She used her teleportation talisman twice before crashing into the Blood Patrol Array. She wasn't seriously injured, but she's still stubborn."

Yu Linglong threw Qin Mo into the cabin.

"Take her with you."

The flying boat soared into the night sky.

Qin Mo leaned against the cabin wall, his limbs still suppressed by the blood patterns.

As the flames of the Azure Dragon Sect gradually faded into the distance, Yu Linglong sat in front, manipulating the array plate with one hand and holding the Bone-Illuminating Lamp in the other.

She would glance back every now and then.

Qin Mo kept his eyes closed, too lazy to pay any attention.

"Qin Mo".

Yu Linglong spoke up, "What did Cang Wuyue entrust to you, the Ancestral Master's Token?"

Qin Mo raised his eyelids slightly.

Yu Linglong noticed this reaction and lightly tapped the array plate with her palm.

"Looks like I guessed right."

"She's now in Cang Wuji's hands, and she might not even be alive to speak."

Qin Mo's breath hitched for a second.

Seeing his reaction, Yu Linglong continued, "If you're willing to talk, I can make your suffering in the water dungeon less."

"Does your Heavenly Demon Sect always start by fabricating a set of lies when negotiating terms?"

You don't believe me?

"With the Azure Dragon Sect in such a mess, if Cang Wuyue were really captured, you wouldn't still have the mind to sit here and ask me questions."

Yu Linglong's eyes darkened.

"You're more difficult to deal with than the rumors say."

"The rumors portray me as too weak."

The flying boat landed outside Chisha Town.

The town was sparsely lit, and several black-clad monks were already waiting by the roadside.

Yu Linglong led Qin Mo into an abandoned teahouse and down the stone steps of the cellar.

The stone door opened, and a wave of dampness rushed in.

A water prison is hidden underground.

Black water overflowed the stone platform, which was surrounded by nine bronze pillars.

The pillar is engraved with spirit-sealing patterns, and heavy chains are wrapped around it beneath the water.

In the cage next to her, Leng Qingqiu sat leaning against a stone pillar.

Her robes were torn, her wrists were bound with black rope, and her face was much paler than before.

Leng Qingqiu looked at Yu Linglong outside the door, her voice filled with suppressed anger.

"You tricked me into boarding the flying boat and then drugged me. Now you've thrown me into the water dungeon. Is this how the Heavenly Demon Sect does things?"

Yu Linglong untied the blood net from Qin Mo's body and pushed him onto the stone platform.

"You'd better remember what the saintess said."

Leng Qingqiu clenched her fists.

"Let me go if you dare."

"Wait until you get out of here alive before we talk about skills."

Yu Linglong raised her hand, and the nine bronze pillars lit up simultaneously.

Chains burst forth from underwater, binding Qin Mo's wrists and ankles.

The sealing power was once again pressed into the meridians, even isolating the vibrations of the Qiankun Furnace.

Yu Linglong stood in front of the stone gate and looked back at Qin Mo.

"I'll rest tonight. I'll come back to ask about the whereabouts of the Ancestral Master's Token after I've dealt with the mess left by the Azure Dragon Sect."

"What if I don't tell?"

"Then I'll ask it another way."

The stone gate closed, and the water level rose above Qin Mo's knees.

He looked down at the array patterns on the bronze pillar, and a second tremor suddenly came from deep within his dantian.