Mortal Alchemy

“I had important matters to attend to last time, which is why I let you leave.”

Mo Xing’s eyes were cold, a lecherous grin on his face:

“Now that my business is done, it’s time to deal with you.”

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators flew forward from behind him, surrounding Chen Ping and the others.

Nan Yun’s expression was a bit unpleasant: “We were being tracked.”

She forced a smile: “Young Master Mo, what do you want?”

Both being at the Foundation Establishment stage, but with the other party's father being a Golden Core cultivator, this Foundation Establishment cultivator not only indulged in women every day but could also summon six or seven Foundation Establishment cultivators to back him up.

This was the confidence that came from having a Golden Core father.

Mo Xing laughed wildly: “What do I want?”

“Serve me, and you may live.”

“The other three must die!”

Chen Ping, the Scholar Ding Feng, and Granny Baihua’s expressions immediately turned ugly.

“To refuse me and even dare to attack me, you must bear the consequences!”

“Nan Yun, I’ll give you three breaths to consider.”

One breath was about the time of three inhalations and exhalations.

“One breath…”

Nan Yun immediately exchanged glances with Chen Ping and the others. After spending more than half a year together, they had developed some tacit understanding.

Nan Yun would naturally not agree to become Mo Xing’s plaything. She was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even if she flirted with Chen Ping, it was on equal footing.

Moreover, Chen Ping was a second-tier alchemist.

If she fell into Mo Xing’s hands, not only would she become a plaything, but her life might also be in danger, not to mention any benefits.

Mo Xing was notorious for his reputation; otherwise, a Golden Core cultivator's son pursuing her would have led her to become his Dao companion long ago, and she wouldn't be single now.

“Two breaths…” Mo Xing looked at Chen Ping and the others with a mocking gaze.

“Move!” Granny Baihua whispered.

Chen Ping, Scholar Ding Feng, and Nan Yun acted in unison, launching a joint attack towards one point.

Caught off guard by the sudden burst, the four Foundation Establishment cultivators combined their attack, severely injuring one Foundation Establishment cultivator. Nan Yun controlled the white jade flying boat, turning it into a streak of light, and rapidly fled in one direction.

“Hmph!” Mo Xing sneered, the mockery in his eyes deepening: “Stubborn fools, do you think you can escape? Do it!”

Although he was a纨绔 and violent, he wasn’t stupid. He had made arrangements before taking action.

Before the white jade flying boat could fly ten miles, a second-tier talisman exploded, blocking their path.

Then, the five Foundation Establishment cultivators behind them attacked, destroying Nan Yun’s white jade flying boat.

A look of pain flashed across Nan Yun’s eyes. A white jade flying boat was worth three thousand spirit stones.

Earning three thousand spirit stones was not easy.

Forced to fly, Scholar Ding Feng said, “It would be better if we split up and ran.”

Granny Baihua said coldly, “If we split up and run, our chances of survival will be even smaller. Only by running together will we have a chance to survive.”

Chen Ping hurriedly responded, “That’s right.”

In this moment of crisis, they still harbored their own agendas, wanting to leave Scholar Ding Feng behind.

They had spent so much time on Scholar Ding Feng, how could they give up halfway?

Chen Ping took out four second-tier Swift Travel Talismans from his storage bag, giving one to each of the three.

Nan Yun’s face lit up with joy: “Fellow Daoist Tang is still the most reliable. With these second-tier Swift Travel Talismans, we’ll have a better chance of escaping!”

“Less small talk. Let’s decide on a direction to escape, or we’ll be caught up with sooner or later.” Chen Ping had such extravagant items as second-tier Swift Travel Talismans, Mo Xing probably had them too.

The four tore open the Swift Travel Talismans, and their flying speed suddenly increased significantly, leaving the five Foundation Establishment cultivators behind.

But in this vast sea, where could they escape to safely?

Granny Baihua said, “An old friend of mine came to me before, saying that there was a gathering place for the Rogue Cultivator Alliance eight hundred miles away. As long as we escape there, Mo Xing wouldn’t dare to attack again.”

Nan Yun’s beautiful eyes lit up:

“Good, let’s go there. Please lead the way, Fellow Daoist Baihua.”

Chen Ping spoke up, “In that case, fellow Daoists, take out some talismans to set up traps to delay the enemy’s pursuit.”

The other three nodded, each taking out a few second-tier talismans and hidden weapons from their spatial rings, throwing them into the clouds as traps.

Granny Baihua led them all the way northwest, while Mo Xing sat on the white jade flying boat with five Foundation Establishment cultivators in hot pursuit.

The distance between them was less than fifty miles.

Their faces were gloomy, feeling immense pressure.

But Chen Ping didn’t know what they were truly thinking.

“Boom!!”

An explosion suddenly rang out, and the traps set up by Chen Ping and the others were triggered, increasing the distance again!

“Waste!” Mo Xing, caught off guard, was also in a mess. He glared and cursed, “A bunch of waste, don’t you know how to check for traps in advance?”

“If we lose these prey, I’m not done with you!”

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators beside him looked ugly, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Under someone else's roof, how could they talk about dignity?

They could only grit their teeth and try their best to pursue Chen Ping and the others.

After a day, the distance was reduced from one hundred miles to eighty miles, sixty miles, forty miles, twenty miles…

Closer and closer, because Chen Ping and the others didn’t have a white jade flying boat, their condition was already exhausted, and Chen Ping had already used twelve second-tier Swift Travel Talismans.

Mo Xing revealed a grim smile behind them:

“Spent force, still trying to be brave, catch them for me, Nan Yun, you stinky bitch, I must play with you properly!”

Twenty miles, ten miles, five miles…

Just as the distance was getting closer and closer.

The five Foundation Establishment cultivators under Mo Xing’s command suddenly stopped.

Mo Xing cursed angrily: “What are you stopping for, you bunch of waste? Go and catch them and kill them!”

One of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, braving Mo Xing’s anger, explained:

“Young Master, we can’t go any further…”

After hearing the explanation, Mo Xing’s face was extremely ugly, but he was helpless. He could only angrily return to his elegant room to find a few maids and concubines to vent his anger.

…

“Phew~” Nan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, looking exhausted.

Seeing Mo Xing leading his men away, this calamity had finally passed.

On the island in front of them, a large flag was planted—Rogue Cultivator Alliance!

Scholar Ding Feng said with a gloomy face, “Our good spirit tide medicine search has been disturbed.”

Nan Yun had an excellent attitude, giggling softly: “It’s good to have safely recovered a life. After resting on the island, let’s return to the Shattered Star Market along with the alliance’s ships and come out to search for medicine during the next spirit tide.”

Chen Ping felt strange inside, but nodded slightly on the surface.

Scholar Ding Feng also agreed with this.

Immediately, the four boarded the island.

Before they could sit down and rest, their faces changed again.

The cultivators on this island were not from the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

But the heretical cultivators of the Sea God Cult.

And some cultivators of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had collars around their necks and had been captured as slaves.

“Escape!” Scholar Ding Feng immediately spoke, wanting to fly into the sky again.

But as soon as he made a move, a strange fragrance wafted over, and his face turned ugly as he fell to the ground: “Sea Saliva Incense…”

“Granny Baihua, you…”

Nan Yun and Chen Ping also fell to the ground, poisoned, while only Granny Baihua was safe and sound, looking at them indifferently.

Just now, they were comrades who had escaped together, but now they instantly turned against each other.

And the cultivators of the Sea God Cult also walked out from all around, standing respectfully behind Granny Baihua.

Obviously, this Granny Baihua was a member of the Sea God Cult.

Nan Yun and Scholar Ding Feng’s hearts sank to the bottom.

Chen Ping’s face was also ugly.

There was actually a sleeper of the Sea God Cult by their side. Falling into the hands of the Sea God Cult, even Foundation Establishment cultivators would be reduced to slaves.

This time, they had just left the wolf’s mouth and entered the tiger’s den, which was very bad.