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

Shen Ruoyan pierced Zhao Shanhai with a single sword strike.

Everyone on the street was stunned.

Zhao Shanhai was, after all, an inner elder of the Azure Dragon Sect with a peak Foundation Establishment cultivation level, yet he was killed without warning.

Shen Ruoyan didn't even lift her eyelids when she made her move. The Nine Yin Sword Qi was as fast as a wisp of green smoke. When it went in, the person was alive, but when it came out, there was a hole in their chest.

The feud between the Azure Dragon Sect and the Cloud Rain Palace is now completely sealed.

The onlookers, mostly unaffiliated cultivators, looked at each other, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Although the Azure Dragon Sect was severely injured by Gu Yingxue, it is still a force to be recuperated. It is said that there are even older Nascent Soul ancestors in seclusion deep within the sect.

If they really fight to the death, Yunyu Palace might not come out on top.

Just as everyone's hearts were pounding, a muffled sound suddenly came from mid-air.

A figure swooped down from the sky and landed steadily beside Zhao Shanhai's corpse.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with silver dragon patterns embroidered on his shoulders. He held an ivory folding fan in his hand, on which were painted ancient pines and cypresses.

She had an extremely youthful face, with features that were almost too delicate. Her skin was as white as jade, her lips were pale, and her eyebrows were high and arched, giving her an indescribable feminine charm.

Qin Mo glanced at it a couple more times.

This guy is so handsome, he doesn't look like a man at all.

With a slight thought, he quietly activated the Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye.

Two streams of cosmic energy flowed into his eyes, and his vision suddenly became crystal clear.

The brocade robe on the richly dressed young man appeared as thin as a cicada's wing in his eyes, revealing the contours of his body in every detail.

Qin Mo felt a burning sensation in his nose and quickly focused his gaze inward.

Meridians, Dantian, Golden Elixir.

Mid-stage Golden Core.

And... it's a woman.

Qin Mo's head buzzed, his vision went black, and a throbbing sensation welled up from deep within his eyes.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and wiped a drop of blood from the tip of his nose with his sleeve.

Even a Qi Refining Level 5 spiritual sense couldn't last more than a few breaths; this eye technique was simply too costly.

"Senior, you have a nosebleed."

Jiang Yurou leaned closer, her face full of worry.

"You're just irritable, it's nothing to worry about."

Qin Mo waved his hand.

Jiang Yurou was skeptical, but didn't press the matter further.

When the Azure Dragon Sect disciples below the steps saw the newcomer, they all knelt down as if they had seen their own father, their voices trembling.

"Young Master! Young Master, save me!"

"Young Master, Elder Zhao has been killed by them!"

Little Lord?

The monks on the street were all stunned.

The elegantly dressed young man glanced down at Zhao Shanhai's corpse, tapped his folding fan in his palm, and then looked up.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes swept over Shen Ruoyan, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I am Cang Wuyue, the direct descendant of the Canglong Sect Master."

His voice was deliberately low, carrying a youthful arrogance.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"The young master of the Azure Dragon Sect?"

"How did you end up in Yunxia Town?"

"This person's Golden Core cultivation level..."

"Oh no, this is really going to be a fight."

Qin Mo stood still, a slight smile playing on the corners of his mouth behind the mask.

The legitimate son?

She's clearly a girl.

Shen Ruoyan's expression remained unchanged, the light of her sword still gleaming: "Cang Wuyue, you've come at the right time. Go back and tell your father that if anyone from the Canglong Sect dares to set foot on Yunyu Palace's territory again, we'll kill ten if not one."

"Such arrogance."

Cang Wuyue snapped his folding fan shut, the fan ribs pointing in Shen Ruoyan's direction. "You think you can just let it go with a single sentence after killing an elder of my Canglong Sect?"

"So what do you want?"

"Simple."

Cang Wuyue tilted her head, her smile filled with undisguised malice. "Killing someone is too lenient with you. You come back to the sect with me and become my personal sword attendant, serving me for thirty years, and this matter will be over."

The entire room fell silent for two breaths.

Then, it was as if someone had stirred up a hornet's nest.

"Is this guy crazy?!"

"The senior sister of Yunyu Palace will be his sword attendant? Dream on!"

"This young master of the Azure Dragon Sect must have gotten his brain caught in a door..."

Jiang Yurou was the first to step forward, her eyebrows raised.

"Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of being served by Senior Sister?"

"Yo."

Cang Wuyue shifted her gaze and looked Jiang Yurou up and down. "Another one who's not afraid of death has popped up."

"Young Master, these women have such foul mouths! Let me teach them a lesson!"

A Canglong Sect disciple who was kneeling on the ground suddenly sprang up, a cold light flashing from his sleeve, and several silver needles as thin as cow hair shot towards Jiang Yurou's face.

The silver needle had a faint blue sheen, and something was stuck to its tip.

Jiang Yurou reacted a beat too slow, and the silver needles were already in front of her.

"Buzz!"

A sword rang out, and a white light swept across like lightning, slicing all the silver needles to the ground.

Shen Ruoyan retracted her flying sword, her gaze so cold it could freeze.

"A sneak attack with poisoned needles? Is this all the Azure Dragon Sect is capable of?"

Jiang Yurou looked down at the silver needles lying at her feet. The needles had a faint blue hue, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Despicable! They attacked me with poison and underhanded tactics!"

The crowd erupted in curses.

The smile on Cang Wuyue's face disappeared.

She turned around, looked at the disciple who had launched the sneak attack, and her gaze suddenly darkened.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the slap was as crisp as a whip striking a stone slab.

The disciple was sent flying, crashing into a stone pillar on the side of the street. He spat out a mouthful of blood, slid to the ground, twitched a couple of times, and then fell silent.

Cang Wuyue raised her hand, pinching a broken jade pendant between two fingers, and casually tossed it away, scattering the fragments.

"The Azure Dragon Sect acts with integrity and will not tolerate such a scoundrel. From this day forward, this person has nothing to do with our sect."

"What are you pretending to be so upright for?"

Shen Ruoyan sneered, "On the one hand, you want people to be your sword servants, and on the other hand, you pretend to be high and mighty. Your Canglong Sect certainly knows how to put on one show after another."

"play?"

Cang Wuyue unfolded his folding fan again, obscuring half his face and revealing only his narrow eyes. "I, Cang Wuyue, the dignified young master of the Canglong Sect, why would I need to put on an act for anyone?"

Jiang Yurou clenched her fists and stepped forward: "You want Senior Sister to be your sword attendant? Keep dreaming!"

Cang Wuyue's gaze lingered on Jiang Yurou for a moment, then he closed his folding fan and smiled.

"You're not bad either. How about this, buy one get one free, you come with me and serve me tea and grind ink."

Jiang Yurou was so angry that she trembled all over.

Qin Mo remained silent.

He stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes, hidden beneath his mask, fixed on Cang Wuyue for a long time.

A woman disguised as a man, at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, posed as the sect leader's eldest son while traveling outside.

interesting.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it fell precisely into the quiet gaps of the street.

"A beautiful girl with painted eyebrows and rouge, yet she acts like a madman wielding a long sword."

His voice was languid, like he was reciting a doggerel he'd just made up on the spot.

Cang Wuyue's folding fan stopped in mid-air.

Her smile froze.

Everyone was completely baffled, not understanding why Senior Pill King would suddenly utter such a nonsensical remark.

"Young Master Cang."

Qin Mo's voice, tinged with amusement, came from behind the mask: "Am I wrong about what I just said?"

Cang Wuyue slowly turned her head.

Those long, narrow phoenix eyes locked onto Qin Mo, their pupils suddenly shrinking.