Startling the Snake by Beating the Grass

Seeing that the ferryman truly could not break through the obstruction, Li Qingyun felt reassured. Then he chuckled, raised a brow, and said, "What the three fellow Daoists have said is also what worries me. That means our concerns are, by and large, eight or nine parts out of ten correct!"

Then his tone turned cold. "Since that is so, how can we sit here and await death, letting others carve us up like fish on the chopping block? We must fight with all our strength!"

"Fellow Daoist Lingbao truly has spirit and courage!"

Huang Pi, Hei Xin, and Fan Ye were immediately somewhat invigorated upon hearing this. They looked at this Fellow Daoist Lingbao, who had dared to be the first to call for bloodshed, in a new light.

After all, the ferryman Tuoluo's strength was there for all to see. He was an incomparably formidable Ninth Realm being, enough to suppress every person present. To dare provoke the ferryman undoubtedly required immense boldness and courage.

Huang Pi Daoist said solemnly, "Before inviting you all here to talk, I had considered whether I should leap into the Blackwater Mother River's raging currents outside the ship and seek another way out. But the terrifying scene with the Yellow Corpse Water earlier made my heart beat like a drum. What brilliant insights do you fellow Daoists have?"

Hei Xin the Daoist frowned. "Jumping ship to flee is certainly a road to death. How could the ferryman not have considered that? Not to mention that breaking the Treasure Ship's rosy-light barrier would immediately alert him, this Blackwater Mother River alone looks enough to make one's heart quail. Who knows whether there might be something even more terrifying than Yellow Corpse Water within it!"

"I'll listen to you fellow Daoists!" Fan Ye Daoist