The personnel of the Taoist Court are very complex, and if they surround the Rouge Boat, finding Hua Qianqian during their investigation, this could become a scandal.
Even if it could be explained, with so many people and loose tongues, it’s impossible to control what others might say.
There’s a kind of crime called others thinking you are guilty.
Mo Hua glanced at Hua Qianqian, whose delicate face still bore tear stains, and nodded: "Alright."
Mo Hua had considered it; the Rouge Boat situation was not something he could resolve.
Involving the so-called Young Masters’ Pavilion, various families, and sects, the waters are too deep, he couldn’t manage it, nor was there any need to wade into this trouble.
What he needed to do was lend a small helping hand, use one’s wits to pit one’s enemies against each other.
Drawing the Taoist Court, this tiger, to devour the Rouge Boat, this wolf, and then slip away amidst the mess.
As for the schemes of various forces behind the scenes, he was outside the situation, knew little, couldn’t see through them clearly, and for now, there was no need to concern himself with these matters.
Protecting Senior Sister Qianqian and, if the chance arises, finding that altar would be sufficient.
Mo Hua discussed with Ouyang Feng a bit more, and they roughly formed a plan.
He cloaked himself, stealthily moving outside the Rouge Boat, and laid a Fireworks Formation around the boat’s perimeter, intending to seize a chance to release fireworks and draw the Taoist Court over.
But after setting it up, Mo Hua suddenly recalled Uncle Gu’s words to "not restrain himself"...
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then decided to "follow the current," also setting up High-level Second Grade Fierce Fire Formation, Li Fire Formation, and Gold Blade Formation outside the Fireworks Formation.
These formations were powerful killing formations, and if they exploded, it would likely sink the ship.
These high-rank formations were ones Mo Hua had just learned not long ago and hadn’t yet had the chance to test their power.
In the sect, there was nothing to explode, making these formations useless.
But now it was perfect, having a Spirit Boat ready for him to ruin.
Mo Hua also wanted to see how powerful these formations would be upon detonation and whether there was anything he needed to improve.
He set up Fire-series Killing Formations on not just the central Flower Boat but also some surrounding Spirit Boats.
And most of the cultivators on the boat were busy attending to "serious matters," with no time to notice anything else, hence they hadn’t even realized what terrible things had been set on the ship.
After setting it up and checking again, Mo Hua nodded.
These formations didn’t need to be detonated in a hurry; detonating them too early would alert the enemy.
Once Uncle Gu’s side sent a message, he would time it perfectly to detonate everything in tandem with them, and while the chaos was afoot, the Taoist Court would close in, hopefully without issue.
After preparing everything, Mo Hua doubled back to the ship.
He planned to find a way to send Senior Sister Qianqian out before detonating the formations and the Taoist Court’s encirclement.
He still remembered the location of Hua Qianqian’s secret chamber, but when he arrived unobstructed at the chamber’s entrance, his expression suddenly changed.
The door was open, and there was an air of killing intent.
Moreover, there was also... a scent of blood.
Mo Hua’s gaze darkened, and he immediately went invisible, his steps light as a feather, slowly entering the secret chamber.
The room was in disarray; the screen shattered, sword marks everywhere, as if it had just undergone a fierce battle.
On one side of the room, Hua Qianqian’s face was as pale as death, fear evident in her eyes.
Ouyang Feng stood in front of Hua Qianqian, holding a longsword, full of killing intent, but his aura was somewhat weak.
Blood was at the corner of his mouth, a whip mark stretched from his shoulder, blood dripping all the way to his chest...
And standing opposite them was another person.
This person wore a sullen face, eyes radiating evil light, holding a long whip in one hand while the other arm hung empty, exuding intense evil qi.
It was none other than Water Yama.