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

Qin Mo stood on the ruined street, his mind racing.

After returning to the mountain, Gu Yingxue's first task was to convene the disciples who had participated in the Daoist Debate Conference.

Qin Mo was the only male disciple in the inner sect, and his status as a top-grade Five Elements Spiritual Root was undeniable. His absence was tantamount to offering his head for others to chop off.

But Bai Chenshuang held onto his sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with "You're not leaving today."

"I can't worry about that."

Qin Mo made up his mind.

At worst, I can go back and make up an excuse, saying that I went into the Remnant Pill Pavilion to clear the pill toxins and fell into a coma for two days. Who can verify that?

"Sect Leader Bai, let's go. It's quieter at Drunken Flower Pavilion."

Bai Chenshuang's ears flushed slightly. She turned her face away and said in a low voice, "Mmm."

The two walked side by side into the depths of the town.

The cultivators along the way spotted the bronze mask from afar and immediately moved to the side of the road. Several of them, whose legs were weak, stood firmly against the wall, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Qin Mo took a few steps, pondering another matter.

While a physical cultivator at the Iron Bone Realm is sufficient for fighting, relying solely on two legs for travel is truly beneath them.

A Golden Core cultivator can travel a thousand miles in an instant, but he's out there strolling the streets with the title of Pill King.

I need to get a flying artifact.

The top-quality ones are too expensive, and the mid-quality ones are barely acceptable.

This matter must be arranged after the conference concludes.

The moment the door to Room No. 1 in the Drunken Flower Pavilion closed, the curtains also fell down.

……

A thousand miles away, in a desolate mountain range.

Cang Wuyue leaned against the boulder, his body covered in blood.

The residual force of that punch was still churning inside his body, causing his internal organs to churn.

"Damn it...that masked bastard..." she gritted her teeth, the voice squeezing out from her throat.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever touched a single hair on her head.

Today was terrible; someone put their arm around my waist and flicked my forehead, all in front of the whole street.

She clutched the cracked Four Symbols Wind and Thunder Pearl tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"The young master of the Azure Dragon Sect?"

A seductive female voice sounded from behind.

Cang Wuyue turned around abruptly.

A woman in a red dress stood about 30 feet away, her figure graceful and her features alluring to the core.

Behind her, more than a dozen black-armored cult members spread out, completely surrounding the mountain ridge.

The hairs on Cang Wuyue's back stood on end.

She was completely unaware that these people were touching her.

"Who are you people?!"

The woman in the red dress smiled and raised her hand to smooth her hair: "Yunyu Palace Saintess Su Qingyi. You offended my sect in Yunxia Town today, and you think you can get away unscathed?"

"What...you're saying you're Su Qingyi?"

Cang Wuyue's eyelids twitched.

Before she finished speaking, the woman in the red dress had already moved.

A giant, blood-red hand materialized from the void, slamming down with a malevolent aura that could corrode everything.

Cang Wuyue exerted all her strength to activate the Wind and Thunder Pearl, and the four patterns simultaneously shone, with wind blades and lightning arcs intertwining to form a shield.

"Bang!"

The shield shattered, but the blood palm's momentum remained undiminished, striking Cang Wuyue squarely in the chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Four Symbols Wind and Thunder Pearl flew out of his hand, and Cang Wuyue tumbled and fell into the deep cliff behind him.

"Nascent Soul...she's actually at the Nascent Soul stage?"

This was the only thought that flashed through Cang Wuyue's mind during her fall.

At the top of the cliff, the woman in the red dress reached out and caught the flying wind and thunder pearl, then tossed it around.

"Holy Maiden, should we go down and finish her off?"

A man in black armor approached.

"What's the point of trying to save her life? It's the only thing that matters."

The woman in the red dress put the Wind and Thunder Pearl into her sleeve. "That old man Cang Yuandao dotes on this granddaughter the most. When he sees the residual blood and evil energy in the wound, he will naturally assume that it was Yunyu Palace who did it. The feud between the two families will be sealed."

The man in black armor paused. "So the Holy Maiden deliberately let her go, so she could go back and report..."

"With the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference approaching, if the Azure Dragon Sect and the Cloud Rain Palace tear each other apart and kill each other at the conference, my Heavenly Demon Sect will be able to reap the benefits."

The woman in the red dress tore off the disguise film, revealing a true face that was even more alluring. "These self-proclaimed righteous fools should fight to the death."

"I admire the succubus saintess Yu Linglong."

The man in black armor clasped his hands and bowed.

"Someone's coming, retreat."

Yu Linglong concealed her aura and led her group of black-armored cult members into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Half a cup of tea later, a gray shadow fell from the sky and landed on the cliff top.

The old man in the gray robe twitched his nostrils, smelling the strong stench of blood.

He released his divine sense, his expression changed drastically, and he leaped into the deep cliff.

A moment later, an old roar exploded from the bottom of the cliff.

"Young Master! This is the malevolent mark of the Cloud Rain Palace! Very well... very well! I will take you back to the sect, and the Cloud Rain Palace will pay for this a hundredfold!"

The gray-robed old man, carrying the dying Cang Wuyue, soared through the air and disappeared into the horizon.

Deep in the distant forest, Yu Linglong emerged from behind the treetops, a slight smile playing on her lips as she watched the receding gray light.

"It's done."

……

Yunyu Mountain, Hehuan Hall.

Gu Yingxue sat at the head of the table, holding a list of participants for the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference in her hand, with a row of inner disciples standing in front of her.

"Send Qin Mo to see me."

"Yes, Supreme Elder!"

An inner sect senior sister turned around and quickly walked out of the hall.

Before an incense stick had burned, the senior sister ran back, her forehead beaded with sweat.

"Elder, Junior Brother Qin Mo... is neither in the Purple Bamboo Academy nor in the Remnant Pill Valley."

Gu Yingxue frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I asked everyone nearby, but no one saw him."

"Keep looking."

Gu Yingxue's voice turned serious. "Search the inner sect, outer sect, back mountain, medicine garden, and the eighteen ruined pill pavilions all."

"yes!"

The order was given out in no time, and the entire Yunyu Mountain was in an uproar.

A top-grade Five Elements Spiritual Root, the only male disciple in the inner sect, has vanished alive?

This is outrageous!

The senior female disciples spontaneously divided into more than a dozen teams and conducted a search from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.

Some people rummaged through the ruins of the Pill Pavilion, some sneaked into the bamboo forest around the Emerald Spring, and some even dug up the firewood stacks in the kitchen to take a look.

Su Qingyi stood on the edge of the Cloud Peak Cliff, looking down towards Yunxia Town, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the sword tassel at her waist.

"Where could a disciple at the fifth level of Qi Refining possibly run off to..."

Inside the hall, Gu Yingxue grew increasingly anxious as she waited.

The Daoist Conference was scheduled to begin in three days, but his name was missing from the team roster. However, he had vanished into thin air.

"Shen Ruoyan".

"Disciple is here."

"When you went down the mountain to deliver the robes today, did he mention where he was going?"

Shen Ruoyan shook her head: "The disciple left after delivering the items. He was still organizing spirit stones in the small building of the Remnant Pill Valley at the time."

Gu Yingxue tapped her fingers on the armrest, the rhythm quickening.

"Pass on my order: open all sect restrictions and investigate the teleportation array's usage records for the past three days. Also, notify Bai Chenshuang to return and oversee the search."

"The sect leader..."

The senior sister hesitated before speaking, "The sect leader said this morning that he was going to Yunxia Town on business, and he hasn't returned yet."

Gu Yingxue's brow twitched.

Is Bai Chenshuang not on the mountain either?

She took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable irritation in her chest: "Keep searching. We need to find them alive. Even if they leave the mountain gate, bring them back to me."