His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Youming looked at Qin Qianluo with amusement. He was curious about what Qin Qianluo would choose: to escape and save her own life, or to stay for Ling Xue's sake?

As his gaze shifted slightly, he noticed the knife at Qin Qianluo's waist. The hilt was clearly made of the finest materials. Could Qin Qianluo be a master swordsman? A hint of interest flashed in Youming's eyes. This was truly intriguing.

Noticing that the one beside him was not behaving properly and was using internal force to attack acupoints in an attempt to break free, Youming's eyes turned cold, and the sharp blade went straight for Ling Xue's wrist, intending to sever the tendons of this disobedient prey.

Qin Qianluo had been watching Youming's movements. Just as he moved the dagger away and was about to activate 001, she saw the tip of the blade aimed straight at his wrist.

She quickly shouted, "Stop! I won't resist, I'll cooperate with you."

The dagger in Youming's hand paused at his wrist, the tip already piercing some skin, and stopped steadily on his wrist. He looked at Qin Qianluo with amusement, and the dagger instantly returned to the artery in her neck.

He raised an eyebrow: "So concerned about her? If I remember correctly, she was after you in the first place, wasn't she?"

Qin Qianlu could barely see his movements before the dagger was already back against Ling Xue's artery. She cursed under her breath, her vigilance heightened.

He didn't look at Ling Xue, but looked seriously at You Ming and said, "Release her, and I can go with you."

Ling Xue's eyes were full of disagreement. At this moment, she only hoped that her master would be more ruthless. Clearly, if her master didn't care about her, he could just go into the space on his own.

Inside the space, everyone was on tenterhooks, looking outside anxiously. They all wanted to go out and help Princess Qingyun, constantly speaking into the light screen, asking Princess Qingyun to take them out. They believed that with so many of them, the princess would not be hurt.

But Qin Qianluo didn't. She ignored the sounds in the space and stared intently at Youming, trying to find any signs of change on his face.

Youming raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Such a deep bond between master and servant, but she is also one of my targets."

Hearing this, Qin Qianluo was overjoyed. It was possible; if it weren't, this person wouldn't have wasted any time talking to her. She tried to calm her excited heart.

He asked calmly, "What do you want me to do for you to let her go?"

Youming was quite satisfied. It was good to talk to smart people; there was no need to waste words. He smiled knowingly, but his dagger remained untouched: "Heh~ Interesting. In that case, how about you have a match with me? If I win, I'll take you all with me."

He didn't think he would lose at all. That was all he said. He was curious about the knife. He thought he might as well take a closer look. If it was useful, it would be his in the future.

Hearing half of what she said, Qin Qianlu frowned: "What if you lose?"

Youming seemed to have heard a joke. Qin Qianluo showed no fluctuation of internal energy at all. Where did she get the confidence that she would lose? Thinking that Ling Wei was also on her side, Youming sneered. Did she think that using underhanded tricks would make her lose? How ridiculous.

He said calmly, "That's impossible, but if you win, what's wrong with me letting her go?"

Qin Qianlu smiled. She had been training not only in swordsmanship but also in the ability to escape. As long as she could move, she would have a chance to run into Sister Lingxue if the two of them fought.

She nodded in agreement. Seeing her nod, Youming was about to release her pressure points when he thought for a moment. Although he was not afraid of Ling Wei's poison, it would be very troublesome. He snapped his fingers, and a person dressed in black with only his eyes showing appeared out of thin air.

Youming gestured for the man to take the dagger, then took two steps forward, released Qin Qianluo's pressure points, and said with a smile, "Since Ling Wei is also with you, and you've always been cunning, I'll have my men keep an eye on Ling Xue for now. If you dare to play any tricks, don't blame my men for shaking their hands."

Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth and cursed the old fox in her heart. The results of 001's investigation did indeed show the existence of a fourth person. However, she did not expect that the fourth person would be a member of Youming. She thought he was a bandit who came to investigate after hearing the noise.

She deftly drew her double-edged scimitar from her waist, sunlight reflecting off the blade with dazzling brilliance. The words her sister, Dark Moon, had taught her echoed repeatedly in her mind. She knew her small stature was an advantage; she wouldn't be such an obvious target to the enemy.

The Netherworld warrior before her was terrifyingly powerful, yet she showed no fear. She had a plan in mind: once she could sneak within three steps of Lingxue, she would have 001 release an electric current to knock out the black-clad man with the dagger, and then she would take Lingxue into the spatial dimension.

She steadied herself in a bow stance, leaned slightly forward, her expression cold and resolute, and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, since I've agreed to compete with you, I won't use poison. Make your move."

With an arrogant expression, Youming drew his longsword. Upon seeing the peculiar curved blade, a satisfied look appeared on his face. He felt it was a perfect opportunity to test its sharpness; in his eyes, someone without internal energy was utterly unworthy of being his opponent.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns that resembled a golden carpet spread across the forest clearing. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the flowers and grasses to sway and release their fragrant aromas.

Youming made the first move, his longsword, imbued with a fierce aura, slashing straight at her like a black lightning bolt. The sharp wind from the blade whistled past, startling birds from nearby branches.

They flapped their wings and flew into the sky, emitting panicked cries. The surrounding flowers were bent over by the force of the air, and pollen drifted into the sky.

Qin Qianluo's eyes sharpened, but her body moved with ghostly agility, dodging the fierce attack in the nick of time, leaving only a phantom-like afterimage in place. The afterimage flickered in the dappled light, as if mocking Youming's mistake.

Her gaze was like lightning. Taking advantage of the opening, she pounced forward with the speed of a cheetah, her double-edged scimitar transforming into a dazzling silver light as she stabbed towards Youming's abdomen. This move was fast, accurate, and ruthless, like a shooting star chasing the moon, giving her opponent no chance to catch her breath.

The scimitar sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, startling the butterflies in the grass, their colorful wings shimmering in the sunlight. Youming snorted coldly, his contempt deepening.

He swung his longsword horizontally, a seemingly simple movement that contained immense power, easily deflecting her attack. Sparks flew as the blades clashed, like dazzling fireworks bursting in the sunlight.

The light shone on their cold, stern faces, adding to their menacing aura. A squirrel, startled, darted away on the illuminated tree trunk, leaving a blurry silhouette.

At the same time, Youming raised his leg and kicked at her like a giant axe. The sound of the kick was like the roar of a tiger, and it was powerful and heavy.

A shallow footprint appeared on the ground beneath his feet, and the surrounding pebbles were sent flying, hitting the trees with a crackling sound.

Qin Qianluo was prepared. She performed a light backflip, like a bird spreading its wings, and once again created distance. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she spun her double-edged scimitar like a top, the blade forming a silvery-white shield under the sunlight.

The light from the shield swept towards Youming like sharp arrows, seemingly trying to devour him in the vortex of light. The air currents generated by the rotation caused the surrounding vines to sway violently, and some small, withered branches were swept into the air, tracing arcs in the sunlight.

Youming frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He wielded his longsword, creating a curtain of blades, each strike seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. The curtain of blades was like a wall of steel, radiating a chilling aura.

Where the blades flashed, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, and sunlight shone through the blade's edge, creating wondrous beams of light and shadow. The two men's moves collided, producing a deafening sound that echoed through the forest like thunder, startling wild rabbits in the distance into a hasty retreat.

The powerful impact spread outwards, raising a cloud of dust that billowed like smoke, blurring the figures of the two. The dust, mixed with leaves and petals, created a dreamlike yet chaotic scene under the sunlight.

After several rounds, although Qin Qianluo was agile, she gradually felt strained in the face of Youming's powerful internal energy and superb martial arts.

Each swing of the Netherworld's longsword brought with it a whistling sound, and its attacks grew increasingly fierce, like surging waves, each stronger than the last.

Each flash of sword light was like a raging wave in the ocean, seemingly threatening to completely engulf her lone boat. His figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashes of sword light, like a demon god from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

The surrounding trees swayed violently under the onslaught of the gale, and some withered branches broke off and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on Youming's every move. Beads of sweat fell like rain from her forehead, but the determination in her eyes never wavered.

She searched for the fleeting opening amidst the torrential attacks, like a lighthouse seeking hope in a raging storm.

Suddenly, she seized the brief gap after Youming's attack and charged towards him with lightning speed, creating a gust of wind as she shot off like an arrow.

But Youming seemed to have anticipated this. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and his longsword suddenly changed direction, moving with lightning speed towards her shoulder. The longsword sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, as if announcing the imminent arrival of victory.

Qin Qianluo couldn't dodge in time, and a deep gash was cut open on her arm. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining her clothes red. The blood was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and each drop fell to the ground like blooming red plum blossoms.

Blood dripped onto the grass, emitting a faint fishy smell, attracting a few ants to linger around.

But she showed no sign of backing down; the determination in her eyes burned like a raging fire, a fire that seemed intent on incinerating all obstacles. Using the force of her fall, she rolled over, moving with the agility of a wounded cheetah to reach Lingxue's side.

As she rolled, her wounds rubbed against the ground, every inch of pain stimulating her nerves, but she had only one belief in her heart: one more step and she would succeed.

She trampled the grass on the ground, staining it with blood. Seeing this, Youming revealed a mocking smile, thinking she was about to desert. That smile on his face was as hideous as a demon's grotesque face.

Just as Youming was preparing to press her advantage, she had already moved within three steps of Lingxue. Instantly, 001 released a powerful electric current, striking the man in black with destructive force.

The man in black's expression suddenly changed, as if his brain was being bitten by thousands of ants. His whole body went numb, and the dagger fell to the ground instantly. A powerful numbing sensation came from his limbs and bones, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his body at the same time, rendering him unable to move.

His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. He clutched his head with both hands, collapsed, and his body trembled slightly.

Youming knew something was wrong and instantly erupted, trying to stop Qin Qianluo from getting close to Ling Xue. His eyes were full of malice, and his figure was extremely fast. His long sword was like a venomous snake, rushing towards Qin Qianluo.