Basic Spell "Fireball"

Perhaps... perhaps it is because it is carrying supplies... Su Wanyin's voice no longer held its previous firmness. She was trying to find excuses, trying to convince herself.

One last thing.

Gu Yang tilted his head slightly, his nose twitching: Do you smell it?

What?

In the metallic scent of the rain, there is a very faint sweet and sickening aroma mixed in. That is Passion-Locking Powder.

Boom!

These words exploded like thunder in Su Wanyin's mind.

She did not need Gu Yang to explain what Passion-Locking Powder was.

It was a despicable poison only used when hunting the unique charm physiques of the Joyous Union Sect's female cultivators, or even when capturing them as human cauldrons!

Her nose twitched slightly as she desperately sniffed the air.

Finally, hidden beneath the pouring rain and the permanent scent of pills on Mo Yuan's body, she caught that faint, almost imperceptible sweetness.

Why would Grandpa Mo have this kind of thing in his sleeve?

Why would he need to prepare a poison specifically meant to counter charm physiques just to receive his own junior?

In just a single breath, countless images flashed through Su Wanyin's mind.

Was Mo Yuan's seemingly concerned forward-leaning motion just now really to catch her? Or was it... to more accurately throw the poisonous smoke onto her body?

Gu Yang's flawless calculations along the way, his precise grasp of human nature, and his cold yet unquestionable command to hold on just now.

On one side was the mysterious rogue cultivator who, despite his coldness, had saved her from dire peril time and time again over the past dozen days.

On the other side was a sect elder who had accompanied her for twenty years, yet was now full of suspicious points.

The cruel truth slashed through the veil of warmth like a blade.

Su Wanyin closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the trace of a weak little woman in her eyes instantly faded, replaced by the decisiveness and ruthlessness that a Demonic Sect Holy Maiden should possess.

She believed it.

Not because she wanted to believe it, but because, as a member of the demonic path, her intuition told her that what the cold man said was true.

Elder Mo!

Su Wanyin did not take another step forward. Instead, borrowing the force of Gu Yang's palm, she quietly took half a step back, pressing her body tightly against Gu Yang's broad chest.

She raised her face, smiling sweetly at the old man on the flying boat through the hundred-foot curtain of rain, but her voice carried an alienation that pushed people thousands of miles away:

Wanyin's severe injuries have yet to heal, making it inconvenient to board the boat. I ask Elder Mo to remove the protective formation on the flying boat. Wanyin will heal right here and wait for the Sect Master to arrive in person before returning to the sect.

As soon as these words came out, the air on the flying boat seemed to freeze.

The tears streaming down Mo Yuan's old face froze in his wrinkles, and his hand, which had been waving, stopped extremely awkwardly in mid-air.

This momentary pause completely shattered the last trace of wishful thinking in Su Wanyin's heart.

If he truly cared, his first reaction upon hearing that she was heavily injured should have been to immediately fly down to check on her, rather than freezing in place with a gloomy expression.

Wanyin, what is the meaning of this?

Mo Yuan's voice carried an unbelievable grief, as if he had suffered a tremendous wrong:

Do you not even trust your Grandpa anymore? In this desolate wilderness where demonic beasts run rampant, who is that wild cultivator of unknown origin beside you? Come here quickly! Only here with Grandpa is it safe!

As he spoke, the white bone flying boat beneath his feet jolted violently, actually ignoring Su Wanyin's warning and forcefully closing the distance toward the two of them by ten feet.

Only here with me... is it safe.

Mo Yuan's tone changed.

That kindly warmth instantly dissipated, replaced by a spine-chilling urgency and greed.

His murky old eyes no longer held the doting affection for a granddaughter, but instead looked like a starving diner staring at a flesh-and-blood feast named Immortality that was about to be served.

Fellow Daoist Li.

Su Wanyin felt the malice rushing at her face.

She did not turn her head. Instead, she reached back and grasped the back of Gu Yang's hand that was holding her shoulder. Her fingertips were ice-cold, but she gripped him tightly, as if he were her only lifeline.

This is the cultivation world.

She laughed at herself, her smile so mournfully beautiful that it broke the heart:

What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is indeed the human heart.

Gu Yang did not speak.

The human heart?

Gu Yang pressed down his bamboo hat. His other hand slowly raised, and in the center of his palm, a ball of golden flame was waiting to bloom.

Dead men have no hearts.

Boom!

The moment Gu Yang's words fell.

On the flying boat, Mo Yuan finally tore off his last fig leaf.

Wretched girl! Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!!

Mo Yuan's originally kind and benevolent face instantly twisted into the appearance of a malicious ghost, his facial features squeezed together by extreme greed.

Since you refuse to submit obediently, then do not blame Grandpa for being ruthless! Having your heart dug out to extend Grandpa's life by twenty years is your good fortune!!

Activate the formation!!

Mo Yuan stomped his foot violently.

In an instant, the formation flags that had long been ambushed in the surrounding clouds fluttered loudly.

The originally holy white bone flying boat suddenly erupted with monstrous black energy. The howling of countless vengeful spirits and malicious ghosts echoed through the night sky. A pitch-black curtain of light, like an overturned giant bowl, instantly sealed an area of a hundred feet in radius.

This was not just a trapping formation, but a killing formation!

The temperature in the air plummeted. Countless black frosts condensed in the air, transforming into thousands of pitch-black ice blades hanging above Gu Yang and Su Wanyin's heads. They only waited for Mo Yuan's command to slice the two of them to pieces.

At the same time, Mo Yuan waved his large sleeve.

Swish, swish, swish!

Three long-hidden poison smoke spheres of Passion-Locking Powder shot towards Su Wanyin in a triangular formation.

He knew Su Wanyin was heavily injured; as long as he sealed her spiritual energy, she would be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

Wanyin! For Grandpa's Great Dao, just sacrifice yourself!!

Mo Yuan looked as if he had gone mad, but he did not underestimate his enemy. Facing Gu Yang, a rogue cultivator whose depths he could not see through, he used his full strength like a lion hunting a rabbit.

He formed hand seals with both hands and spat out true words. His majestic magic power of the late Foundation Establishment realm was poured unreservedly into the white bone flying boat.

Netherworld Ghost Hand, go!

The giant beast bone at the bow of the flying boat seemingly came alive. Entwined in black energy, it transformed into a miserably white bone claw the size of a millstone. Carrying a nauseating bloody wind and a coercion capable of crushing gold and stone, it viciously clawed toward the crown of Gu Yang's head.

With this strike, even a fellow late Foundation Establishment cultivator would have their bones broken and sinews snapped if they tried to take it head-on!

Facing this overwhelming killing trap, Su Wanyin's face turned deathly pale.

Above was the grand formation of ice blades, and in front were highly toxic poison and the ghost claw. The injuries in her body had not healed, and it was completely too late to mobilize her spiritual energy.

She could only watch helplessly as that terrifying ghost claw magnified in her pupils.

However.

The man standing in front of her still had a terribly calm expression.

Facing this certain-kill strike, not only did Gu Yang fail to summon any formidable magical artifacts, but he also made a move that everyone found entirely unexpected.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upwards. The spiritual energy fluctuation was pitifully weak.

Fireball Spell.

Gu Yang softly spat out these words from his mouth.