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

Cang Wuyue felt her blood rush to her head, and a streak of bright red blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The Four Symbols Wind and Thunder Pearls hung above her head, spinning several times faster than before, with the four forces of wind, thunder, cloud, and lightning intertwined into one.

"Wind and thunder will destroy the world!"

She bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the pearl.

The Wind and Thunder Pearl suddenly expanded to the size of a millstone, and four streams of destructive power poured down from its patterns, transforming into a giant storm pillar that slammed directly into Qin Mo.

Where the storm passed, large sections of the bluestone slabs on the street were blown away, and the doors of the shops on both sides were shattered like pieces of paper, with wood chips and rubble being swept into them.

The air within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) twisted into a visible vortex, and lightning crackled in the storm.

Shen Ruoyan's pupils constricted, and she pulled Jiang Yurou back more than ten feet.

The onlookers had long since vanished, only daring to peek out from behind the ruins.

Qin Mo did not back down.

His feet sank, and his blood and qi surged like a river overflowing its banks, flowing from his dantian into his limbs and bones.

"Good timing."

With his body at the mid-stage of the Iron Bone Realm fully activated, the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique was pushed to its limit.

He crossed his arms in front of him, and his blood and qi condensed into a layer of pale golden light visible to the naked eye.

The moment the storm hit, he was pushed backward.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet were plowed open by his feet like tofu, and the front of his robe was torn into strips by the gale, revealing his muscular chest.

Cang Wuyue stared at this scene, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

Even the hardest bone will be crushed into powder!

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Qin Mo stopped retreating.

He stomped down hard with his right foot.

"boom!"

The ground beneath their feet collapsed, creating a pit about three feet in diameter, with cracks spreading outwards from the bottom of the pit in all directions.

His figure stood rooted to the spot, unmoved by the storm.

Qin Mo raised his head from behind his crossed arms, his eyes beneath the mask locking onto Cang Wuyue.

That's enough.

He spread his fists apart and blasted them at the center of the storm.

The surge of blood and qi from the two punches, carrying an unreasonable and tyrannical force, tore a crack in the storm pillar from the inside.

The crack widened rapidly, and the sound of the wind changed from a shriek to a mournful wail.

"broken!"

Qin Mo took another step forward and threw a third punch.

The storm burst open from the middle, with wind blades and lightning arcs scattering in all directions, shattering the broken walls and ruins on both sides.

The light of the Four Symbols Wind and Thunder Pearl dimmed suddenly, several cracks appeared on its surface, and it wobbled and flew back into Cang Wuyue's palm.

Cang Wuyue swayed twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the front of her embroidered robe.

Her face was deathly pale. She gripped the cracked Wind and Thunder Pearl tightly, and looked up at Qin Mo with horror in her eyes.

He smashed the trump card of a mid-grade spiritual weapon with his fist?

"Body cultivation...this level of body cultivation..."

Cang Wuyue swallowed hard and took two steps back.

The few remaining rogue cultivators on the street poked their heads out and were completely stunned.

"My goodness, Senior Pill King is not only skilled in alchemy, but his physical body is also this strong?"

"Nonsense, he's the Pill King! He has an endless supply of body-tempering pills; how could his physical body not be terrifying?"

"That makes sense... For a top-tier alchemist, tempering their body is as simple as drinking water, isn't it?"

Shen Ruoyan stood at a distance, watching Qin Mo's back, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She knew more than these rogue monks.

The forbidden incantation to destroy gods within her divine aperture constantly reminded her how dangerous this person was.

Qin Mo withdrew his fist and took two steps toward Cang Wuyue.

Cang Wuyue's expression changed drastically, and she reached her right hand into her sleeve.

Just then, two sharp sword cries suddenly came from above her head, approaching from afar, carrying the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul level.

Cang Wuyue's hair stood on end.

"escape!"

She crushed a gray talisman in her palm, and her figure transformed into a golden light that shot into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

"They ran away?"

Qin Mo stopped, his tone filled with obvious regret, "What a pity."

I was just getting into the game when the person ran away.

Two sword lights landed three zhang in front of Qin Mo.

As the light faded, Bai Chenshuang, dressed in a palace gown, exuded a dignified and majestic aura.

Gu Yingxue maintained her aloof expression, her gaze sweeping over the mess on the street, her brows furrowing.

"Greetings, Sect Master! Greetings, Supreme Elder!"

Shen Ruoyan and Jiang Yurou quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"senior."

Bai Chenshuang nodded slightly to Qin Mo, her gaze lingering for a moment on his tattered robes.

"What happened?"

Gu Yingxue looked around, her tone cold and somber.

"It's nothing serious."

Qin Mo dusted off his sleeves and said casually, "The people from the Azure Dragon Sect wanted to take over my shop, so I just taught them a lesson."

"Azure Dragon Sect?"

Bai Chenshuang's face darkened.

"Their people are running rampant at the foot of my Yunyu Mountain?"

Gu Yingxue's voice grew even colder.

The two Nascent Soul stage experts simultaneously released a trace of their spiritual pressure.

The few Canglong Sect disciples kneeling in front of the steps trembled and their heads hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Spare us! We were just following orders!"

"Please, esteemed elders, have mercy!"

"show mercy?"

Zheng Hong rushed up from behind, limping, the bloodstains on his chest still wet, and pointed at the group of people, cursing them loudly.

"You were so swift and decisive when you smashed my shop, but now you're kneeling down?"

Bai Chenshuang glanced at Zheng Hong: "You handle it yourself."

Zheng Hong was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and swung his fists to cripple the dantian of each of these people.

Screams echoed throughout the room, but no one dared to stop them.

Gu Yingxue coldly watched this scene, then turned to Qin Mo: "The Azure Dragon Sect is still up to no good. Senior, rest assured, my Cloud Rain Palace will remember this debt."

"Furthermore," Bai Chenshuang said, her coldness vanishing and replaced with a solemn expression, "the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference will begin in three days. The guide from the Xuantian Immortal Sect will be arriving at Yunyu Mountain. Please make sure to attend on time, senior."

Qin Mo nodded: "Understood."

and many more.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

He was able to attend the Eastern Continent Daoist Conference as the "King of Pills".

However, Qin Mo, the only male disciple from the inner sect, also had to go with Yunyu Palace to participate in the competition.

One person, two identities, appearing in the same place at the same time?

Qin Mo's lips twitched, and his expression behind the mask stiffened.

Just as everyone was about to disperse, Bai Chenshuang suddenly took half a step closer to Qin Mo.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was extremely low, carrying a softness that did not belong to the sect leader.

"Senior, the last time the literary cultivation greatly benefited my foundation... Could you perhaps try a different method this time?"

Qin Mo: "Hmm?"

Bai Chenshuang looked up at him, her eyes filled with a thin layer of mist: "Martial arts cultivator."

Qin Mo's mind went blank for a moment.

Gu Yingxue's expression changed instantly, and she grabbed Bai Chenshuang's sleeve: "Bai Chenshuang, what did you say?"

"Sister Yingxue, my foundation is not yet stable. Martial arts cultivation is more conducive to consolidating my Nascent Soul than literary cultivation..."

"I still need to discuss the Dao Discussion Conference with that kid Qin Mo!"

Gu Yingxue raised her voice by half a point.

Bai Chenshuang wouldn't back down: "That's your business. What does it have to do with me inviting a senior martial arts practitioner?"

The two Nascent Soul cultivators stood facing each other on the ruined street, their eyes locked, and the air crackled with the faint sounds of their spiritual pressure colliding.

Qin Mo stood in the middle, not daring to move.

On one hand, the Supreme Elder wanted to discuss serious matters with Qin Mo, an inner disciple.

On one side, Sect Master Bai Chenshuang wanted to practice martial arts with Senior Pill King.

Qin Mo's mouth behind the mask froze into a straight line.

This is unbearable.