Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

When Qin Mo and Zheng Hong arrived at the main gate of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, a crowd had already gathered on the street.

They arrived not too late, but the scene was already beyond repair.

Several disciples dressed in the gray robes of the Azure Dragon Sect were driving the people out of the shop, showing no mercy.

Xiao Nian's parents were mortals, and they couldn't withstand the shoving of the cultivators. They were both thrown off the steps one after the other, their foreheads hitting the bluestone slabs, blood streaming down their faces. They lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The shop assistants and a few freelance cultivators who were helping out were also grabbed by the collar and thrown out, rolling around on the ground in disarray.

"Manager Zheng..."

"They have absolutely no law..."

When these people saw Zheng Hong return, they swarmed around him, chattering amongst themselves.

"Don't panic!"

Zheng Hong, supporting himself with his injured left arm, shouted at the top of his lungs, "My master has arrived!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a figure swaggered out of the Divine Weapon Pavilion's gate.

The newcomer wore a purple brocade robe, was sturdy, had a face full of fat, and had a pair of triangular eyes under his thick eyebrows.

He stood at the top of the steps, his hands behind his back, and surveyed the surroundings from his vantage point.

"Master, this is Zhao Shanhai, an inner sect elder of the Azure Dragon Sect, at the peak of Foundation Establishment."

Zheng Hong lowered his voice, his teeth clenching so hard they clicked.

His initial Foundation Establishment cultivation level was no different from Zhao Shanhai's.

But he couldn't swallow his anger.

The Divine Weapon Pavilion was an enterprise he built from scratch.

This business has long been severed ties with the Zhao family.

The Zhao family never gave him a single spirit stone of support, so why should the Canglong Sect people just rob him like that?

"Zheng Hong, you've grown quite bold, daring to bring people back?"

Zhao Shanhai looked down at Zheng Hong from the steps, his voice booming, "Didn't you listen to a single word I said?"

"So you're the damn master Zheng Hong was talking about?"

Zhao Shanhai's gaze shifted to Qin Mo, staring at the bronze mask on his face. He snorted, "Hiding his face like that, he's probably some shady character."

Zhao Shanhai was only transferred to Yunxia Town two days ago.

He had absolutely no idea what this mask meant throughout the entire Eastern Continent.

But those watching knew.

The streets were already crowded with onlookers, who gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

"Is this guy surnamed Zhao out of his mind? How dare he curse Senior Dan Wang to his face?"

"Are all the people from the Azure Dragon Sect this reckless?"

"The real show is about to begin. This guy definitely hasn't found out who the masked man is..."

The Azure Dragon Sect has been coveting the territory of Cloud Mist Town for quite some time.

The Azure Dragon Sect and the Zhao Family are the two largest weapon-refining forces in the Eastern Continent.

Of all the magical artifacts circulating in the entire Eastern Continent, nine out of ten are made by these two companies.

The craft of weapon crafting is highly profitable, second only to alchemy.

If the Azure Dragon Sect were to take over all of the Zhao family's territory, they would be the only ones left to control the trade of spiritual artifacts in the Eastern Continent.

How much the price will increase and how much quality will be provided will all depend on the Azure Dragon Sect's word.

Countless independent cultivators could only helplessly accept being fleeced.

"Zhao Shanhai! How dare you speak disrespectfully to my master!"

Zheng Hong's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhao Shanhai on the steps.

Qin Mo was his benefactor who saved him.

If Qin Mo hadn't given him that Foundation Establishment Pill, allowing him to successfully break through to the next realm in front of everyone, his old bones would have long since burned out and been buried up to his neck.

What gives this guy surnamed Zhao the right to insult his master so readily?

"Ha, so what if it's disrespectful?"

Zhao Shanhai didn't even bother to glance at Qin Mo.

He was very confident.

Although the Azure Dragon Sect has suffered several losses, it is still a force to be reckoned with, and it currently has several smaller sects secretly backing it up.

As a Foundation Establishment Peak Inner Sect Elder, who can do anything to him in this wretched place, Yunxia Town?

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Zheng Hong's eyes were bloodshot. He drew his sword from his waist and rushed up the steps.

The blade trembled, and a thick blade beam, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slashed straight at Zhao Shanhai's head.

"You?"

Zhao Shanhai curled his lip.

He raised his right fist.

His fist was covered by a jet-black metal gauntlet, engraved with intricate spiritual patterns.

He threw a punch.

"clang!"

The clanging of metal made the eardrums of the onlookers buzz.

The low-grade spiritual weapon sword in Zheng Hong's hand split in two, and the fragments flew to both sides.

A brute force traveled along the hilt of the knife into his arm, sending Zheng Hong flying backward.

Qin Mo stood still.

The moment Zheng Hong's body crashed down, he raised his right hand and steadily caught Zheng Hong's back, gently placing him beside him.

"The Azure Dragon Sect is quite powerful."

Qin Mo's voice was low and slow, each word striking the quiet street: "A dignified cultivator, if you can't win, you can't win, so why take it out on mortals?"

His gaze fell on the middle-aged couple with bloodied heads at the bottom of the steps.

Xiao Nian's parents didn't even have any cultivation level.

Two honest, unassuming mortals were slapped to the ground by the cultivator, their faces bruised and swollen, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their heads.

"mortal?"

Zhao Shanhai glanced down at the two trembling figures below the steps, his face completely indifferent. "Just a few ants. If you crush them, you crush them. Is it worth reasoning with them?"

"A cultivator's life is a life, but a mortal's life isn't?"

Qin Mo's tone was indifferent.

"They were never the same thing to begin with."

Zhao Shanhai crossed his arms and said matter-of-factly, "In the cultivation world, the strong have always been in charge. This rule is only natural; what's there to be pretentious about?"

Qin Mo chuckled.

The laughter was soft, yet it sent a chill down Zheng Hong's spine.

He had been by his master's side for so long, and he had never heard his master laugh like that before.

"Zhao Shanhai".

Qin Mo stopped laughing, his voice turning deep, "Remember what you said today."

Zhao Shanhai completely disregarded the warning.

He puffed out his belly, then looked at Qin Mo with his chin and said, "Those who know what's good for them should take your bunch of good-for-nothings and get out of here."

The monks watching from the street exchanged bewildered glances.

Those who knew Qin Mo Danwang's identity were all cursing in their hearts: This Zhao Shanhai is tired of living.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the street.

A dozen or so people rushed over aggressively.

The middle-aged man leading the group wore a brocade robe and a jade crown, followed by a frivolous-looking young master, and then a group of Shen family members.

Shen Tianxing, the head of the Shen family, arrived with his son, Shen Ao.

"Elder Zhao!"

Shen Tianxing smiled from afar, his steps quick and light as he jogged to Zhao Shanhai, bowing deeply. "I am late, Elder Zhao, please forgive me!"

"Patriarch Shen, you've arrived just in time."

Zhao Shanhai pointed in Qin Mo's direction, his chin held high, and said, "Throw this masked man and his bunch of good-for-nothings out of Yunxia Town!"

"Sure, sure!"

Shen Tianxing patted his chest in agreement, but his expression changed when he turned to face Qin Mo.

"Where did this con artist come from!"

Shen Tianxing poked Qin Mo's face three inches from his face and yelled, "How dare you run wild on Elder Zhao's territory? If you don't get out of here, I'll have someone drag you out right now!"

He was so eager to prove his loyalty to his new patron that he was completely unaware of who he was cursing.

The surroundings became quiet.

The air seemed to settle.

"OK."

Qin Mo's voice wasn't loud; he uttered each word slowly and deliberately from behind his mask.

"Are you sure... you want to throw me out of Yunxia Town?"