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

Drunken Flower Pavilion, Room No. 1 (Heavenly Class).

The room was dimly lit, and the curtains hung low.

Qin Mo and Bai Chenshuang were deeply engrossed in their martial arts practice. The spiritual energy tide at the Nascent Soul level surged within the secret chamber, and the Qiankun Qi rushed wildly into the Transformation Furnace.

With each major cycle, twenty streams of Qiankun Qi entered the tent, and Bai Chenshuang's nascent soul foundation visibly solidified.

Just as Qin Mo was about to start the next cycle, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Sect Master! Are you inside, Sect Master?"

Shen Ruoyan's voice came from outside the door, filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"The Supreme Elder urgently summons you! Inner disciple Qin Mo has disappeared! The entire Cloud Rain Mountain has been searched, but he cannot be found. The Supreme Elder requests your immediate return to the sect to oversee the situation!"

Inside the room, Qin Mo froze.

Bai Chenshuang opened her eyes and glanced at him.

Qin Mo's lips twitched, and a bellyful of words got stuck in his throat. It took him a long time to finally utter a single sentence.

"What? That kid's gone missing?"

Qin Mo raised his voice by three points, his tone full of surprise.

He was sitting right there in the room. Even if Gu Yingxue searched Yunyu Mountain thoroughly, she would never be able to find "Qin Mo".

One skin covers two identities, but no second body grows. Once the mask is on, the inner disciples can only vanish into thin air.

Bai Chenshuang grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go: "Senior, practice for another half an hour..."

"Didn't you hear that girl outside screaming?"

Qin Mo brushed her hand away. "A top-grade five-elemental spiritual root seedling has vanished for no reason. How can you, as the sect leader, sit idly by?"

Bai Chenshuang pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.

"If it falls into the wrong hands, it will be too late for you to regret it."

That statement hit the nail on the head.

Bai Chenshuang's expression changed several times, but she finally gritted her teeth, got up, and straightened her robes.

While she was organizing, Qin Mo quickly went through the accounts: thirty-six major cycles, twenty streams of Qiankun Qi each cycle, and seven hundred and twenty streams entering the bag.

With the foundation laid by previous group cultivation and literature, the total amount of Qiankun Qi has reached the threshold of 10,000.

Bai Chenshuang opened the door, and Shen Ruoyan, who was standing in the corridor, came into view.

"Aren't you coming back with me?"

Shen Ruoyan bowed her head and clasped her hands: "Sect Master, recently, several rogue cultivators have disappeared without a trace in Yunxia Town, and their bodies have not yet been found. This disciple wishes to stay and investigate."

Bai Chenshuang paused for a moment, glancing at the closed door behind her.

Qin Mo also got lost in town, and these two incidents are now intertwined...

"Be careful, don't get yourself into trouble."

Before she finished speaking, a sword light shone in her palm, and she rode the sword into the air, transforming into a white streak that disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

The sword shadow had just disappeared into the horizon when the door was pulled open from the inside.

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed Shen Ruoyan's wrist, pulling her inside.

Shen Ruoyan swayed and was pulled into the house by him, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Senior Sister Shen has some impressive skills."

Qin Mo leaned against the wall, his voice languidly coming from behind the mask, "You seem quite adept at sending the sect leader away."

Shen Ruoyan's decisive and ruthless aura from the daytime vanished completely; her head drooped, and her ears burned bright red.

"Your subordinate..."

"Alright, stop pretending."

Qin Mo patted the futon beside him. "Sit down. Get your breath back up, Wenxiu."

Shen Ruoyan didn't argue anymore, obediently sat down, and placed her palms on his, and spiritual energy began to converge and flow.

……

Ten thousand miles away, at the Ancestral Hall of the Azure Dragon Sect.

A loud shout burst from the hall, as if someone had torn the sky apart.

"The people of Yunyu Palace dare to cripple my granddaughter!"

Dark gray spiritual pressure surged out from inside the hall, so thick it almost solidified.

Tiles on the dome of the ancestral hall fell off in large pieces, and the guards in front of the gate knelt down with a thud, their faces pressed against the stone slabs, trembling like leaves.

The more than one thousand disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect were all huddled in their respective courtyards, not daring to utter a sound.

"The ancestor has unleashed his power..."

"The young master was crippled by that holy maiden of Yunyu Palace, how could the patriarch not be furious?"

In the center of the ancestral hall, a gaunt old man stood with his hands behind his back.

His gray robe was embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns, his full head of silver hair moved without wind, his eyes were deep-set, and his pupils were filled with an intense killing intent.

Peak of Nascent Soul stage.

The Azure Dragon Sect's trump card, its reclusive ancestor for over two hundred years—Cang Jiuyou.

"Immediately muster your troops, and follow me to flatten Yunyu Mountain."

"Ancestor, please calm your anger!"

A figure strode into the hall, dressed in a brocade robe, with a square face; it was none other than Cang Wuji, the current sect leader of the Canglong Sect.

He knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist and raised them high: "Grandmaster, please grant me permission, this disciple will immediately gather the elite forces of the entire sect and will not let those women of Yunyu Palace get away with this!"

Cang Jiuyou snorted coldly, and his spiritual pressure suddenly subsided.

The guards kneeling outside the hall looked as if they had been pulled out of the water, and they collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Cang Jiuyou's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the top of the palace.

Cang Wuji stood up from the ground, staring at the gray light that had broken through the air and disappeared into the distance, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the hall, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in brocade robes, approached and asked in a low voice, "Father, is the Ancestor really gone?"

"He can't wait."

Cang Wuji brushed the dust off his knees, his voice as indifferent as if he were talking about someone else's business, "Go and ring the assembly bell, mobilize nine warships, and have everyone don their armor and prepare for battle."

"yes!"

Cang Juexing turned and ran three steps before turning back, leaning closer and asking, "Is Cang Wuyue truly crippled?"

Cang Wuji didn't answer, but glanced towards the side courtyard of the rear hall.

A moment later, Cang Wuji pushed open the door and entered the side room of the courtyard.

On the bed, Cang Wuyue's face was ashen, most of his meridians were shattered, and seventy or eighty percent of his cultivation had been lost. His chest heaved rapidly.

A beautiful woman stood guard by the bed, her eyes red-rimmed. She stood up when Cang Wuji entered.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law."

Cang Wuji spoke gently, his face showing just the right amount of heartache, "Wuyue is the young master of my Canglong Sect. As her uncle, I will do everything in my power, even if it means exhausting the entire sect's medicine treasury, to cure her."

The beautiful woman gripped her sleeve tightly, forcing a smile: "Thank you for your trouble, Sect Master."

Cang Wuyue took a while to catch her breath before she could finish speaking: "Uncle... as long as we find a ten-thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma lucidum, my dantian can be rebuilt."

"Alright, after I get back, I will personally write a letter to the Heavenly Medicine Sect, and leave the matter of the Purple Lingzhi to my uncle."

Cang Wuji patted his niece's hand and got up to take his leave.

The door closed.

Stepping outside the courtyard wall, Cang Wuji slowed his pace, and Cang Juexing approached from the shadows.

"A ten-thousand-year-old purple lingzhi?"

Cang Juexing scoffed, "Father, those people from the Heavenly Medicine Sect treat Ganoderma lucidum like their lifeblood, how could they possibly give it to us?"

Whether they give it or not, it's just for show.

Cang Wuji looked at the giant warships taking off in the distance and smiled. "It's easier to cripple her. By taking advantage of the Ancestor's anger to cripple Yunyu Palace, we can seize the spots in the Dao Discussion Conference and truly secure my position."

Cang Juexing's eyes darted around: "What if the Ancestor knew that Cang Wuyue was actually...?"

"Shut up."

Cang Wuji's face darkened. "Keeping that matter to yourself is more important than anything else."

Cang Juexing shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions.

Behind them, nine jet-black warships had already risen into the air.

The ship's hull was forged from black iron, and the flags standing on the deck fluttered in the night wind. Hundreds of Azure Dragon Sect disciples, clad in black armor, stood in neat formation, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

The warships changed direction and hurtled towards the direction of Yunyu Mountain.

At the bow of the lead ship, Cang Jiuyou stood with his hands behind his back, his gray robe billowing in the night wind.

"Yunyu Palace... I've arrived."