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

An intense killing intent, almost solidified, suddenly erupted from Cang Wuyue's body without warning.

The spiritual pressure of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was like a mountain collapsing, causing the nearest rogue cultivators to feel their knees go weak and retreat repeatedly.

Shen Tianxing knelt on the ground, face down, not daring to move.

Jiang Yurou's face turned pale, and Shen Ruoyan pulled her behind her.

Cang Wuyue stared at Qin Mo, her voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, each word carrying a chilling intent.

"How...how did you know?"

Cang Wuyue's killing intent came without warning.

The spiritual pressure of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator crashed down like a burst dam, cracking the bluestone slabs on the street and scattering items from the stalls on both sides.

Several of the rogue cultivators suddenly collapsed to the ground, their knees buckling.

"You know too much."

Cang Wuyue's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat. The folding fan was already tucked into his sleeve. He spread his five fingers, and golden spiritual light gathered at his fingertips. "The mouths of the living are the least reliable. Only the dead can keep secrets."

Qin Mo stood still, without moving an inch.

Behind the mask, a smirk appeared on his lips.

Mid-stage Golden Core?

He even took out his core from Murong Jue, who was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so why would he be afraid of a little girl pretending to be a man?

"Buzz!"

A sword rang out suddenly.

Shen Ruoyan, dressed in white, flashed and appeared in front of Qin Mo, her flying sword hovering three feet away, its blade radiating a chilling aura.

"Cang Wuyue, I am your opponent."

Cang Wuyue glanced at her and scoffed, "Early Golden Core stage? You dare block my path?"

She tilted her head slightly, her arrogant posture reaching its very core, "Today I'll kill this cowardly creature, and while I'm at it, cripple your cultivation and bring you back to the Azure Dragon Sect to warm my bed and grind ink for me."

Jiang Yurou was so angry that she trembled all over.

The onlookers dared not breathe, all huddled in the street corner, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Qin Mo's voice drifted slowly out from behind the mask.

Cang Wuyue's pupils contracted.

The next instant, she suddenly raised her right hand, and a fist-sized gray-white bead shot out from her sleeve.

The bead hung in mid-air, its four surface lines lit up, and a sound of wind and thunder exploded at the same time.

"The Four Symbols Wind and Thunder Pearls!"

Someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.

Cang Wuyue brought her two fingers together and made a sweeping motion forward.

The Wind and Thunder Pearl hummed and vibrated, and a semi-transparent wind blade wrapped in lightning arcs struck straight at Shen Ruoyan's head.

"clang!"

Shen Ruoyan urged her flying sword to meet the attack, and the Nine Yin Cold Qi collided with the wind blade, sparks flying everywhere.

She took a half step back, made a hand seal, and her flying sword spun rapidly, barely shredding the wind blade.

However, Cang Wuyue gave her no chance to catch her breath.

The Wind and Thunder Pearl trembled again, and a phantom image of a thunder snake as thick as a bowl shot out from the pearl. Instead of going straight ahead, it bypassed the blockade of the flying sword and rushed straight at Shen Ruoyan's face from the side.

The lightning bolts arrived too quickly; Shen Ruoyan's flying sword was still entangled in the remnants of the wind blades and had no time to defend herself.

The electric light illuminated half of her face.

"Bang!"

A fist slammed into her shoulder.

The iron fist, brimming with vital energy, slammed head-on into the lightning snake's head, causing the lightning to explode and shatter into countless arcs of electricity that scattered in all directions.

Qin Mo's sleeves were scorched with several holes, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged as he withdrew his fist and returned it to his side.

The streets were deathly silent.

The onlookers, the cultivators, stared wide-eyed, unable to close their mouths for a long time.

That lightning serpent was a mid-stage Golden Core attack, and this person... smashed it with a single punch?

Taking advantage of the opening, Shen Ruoyan unleashed her full power in sword strikes, shattering the last wisp of wind blade. She retreated to Qin Mo's side, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and whispered, "Thank you, senior."

"You can't beat this bead."

Qin Mo said calmly, "Step aside."

Shen Ruoyan gritted her teeth, but ultimately did not try to be brave. She and Jiang Yurou quickly retreated three zhang.

Cang Wuyue stared at Qin Mo's retracted fist, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

But she quickly suppressed her emotions, flicked the folding fan out of her sleeve, and covered half of her face.

"He has some brute strength, but that's all."

She said coldly, "I want to see what kind of shameful face you're hiding under that mask."

Before she could finish speaking, she swayed.

The Golden Core cultivator at the mid-stage moved with ghostly speed, the wind stirred up by his brocade robes almost brushing past Qin Mo's nose.

Five fingers were already reaching for the bronze mask.

But Qin Mo was faster than her.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

That's it.

Cang Wuyue crashed into his arms.

Qin Mo grabbed her wrist with his right hand and wrapped his left arm around her slender waist.

Their bodies were pressed together, so close they could hear each other's breathing.

Everyone on the street was stunned.

Cang Wuyue stood frozen in place.

"They've certainly put on a convincing act."

Qin Mo's voice rang close to her ear, extremely low, so only she could hear it, "It's a pity your waist is so slender; how many layers of cloth must you have wrapped under that brocade robe to make your shoulders look so big?"

A line of words appeared in his mind: Top-grade Golden Spiritual Root.

Cang Wuyue felt her blood rush to her head, and her ears burned.

She had been living as a man since childhood, and no one in the Azure Dragon Sect had ever laid a finger on her.

That bastard actually put his arm around her waist in front of everyone on the street!

"court death!"

A sharp golden sword beam shot out from her body, heading straight for Qin Mo's heart.

Qin Mosong moved sideways, and the golden sword light grazed his clothes, carving a bright hole in the stone wall behind him.

He shifted his feet and moved like a ghost behind Cang Wuyue.

Cang Wuyue turned around abruptly, before she could even see where the person was.

"Smack."

A finger flicked right on her forehead.

The force wasn't great, but the crisp sound carried far across the quiet street.

Cang Wuyue froze completely.

The mouths of the onlookers were agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

This person... flicked the head of the Azure Dragon Sect's young master?

Cang Wuyue's face turned from white to red, and then from red to green.

She snapped the folding fan in her hand with a snap, and ivory fragments fell between her fingers.

"I...I'll make sure you're completely wiped out!"

The Wind and Thunder Pearl suddenly shone brightly and spun wildly in mid-air.

Countless wind blades and lightning arcs intertwined to form a vast net, engulfing Qin Mo from above.

The violent shockwave ripped the bluestone slabs off the ground layer by layer.

The doors and windows on both sides of the street shattered with a crash, and the onlookers scrambled backward.

Qin Mo looked up at the massive net of wind and thunder and laughed out loud.

"So angry?"

He raised his fists high, and his blood and qi surged from his limbs and bones like a tide, with veins spreading from his arms to his shoulders and neck.

"Are you really such a delicate little lady that you can't even stand being touched?"

He slammed his fists out.

The fist energy formed from qi and blood collided head-on with the net of wind and thunder.

"boom!"

The street split open from the middle, with a crack ten feet wide extending more than ten feet in both directions.

Rock fragments flew everywhere, wind blades shattered, and lightning arcs scattered, causing the entire street to tremble.

The net of wind and thunder was torn open with a huge gap.

Cang Wuyue staggered back two steps, her chest heaving with blood and qi, a sweet, metallic taste stuck in her throat.

She stared intently at the motionless figure in the smoke and dust, her pupils reflecting the scattered lightning.

On that bronze mask, two deep, dark eyes stared directly at her.

"What... kind of monster are you?"