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

Nine Xuan Iron warships of the Azure Dragon Sect broke through the clouds simultaneously, their killing intent and spiritual pressure overwhelming the Eastern Continent.

The entire area within a thousand miles was in an uproar.

"Has the Azure Dragon Sect gone mad? Who are they trying to fight to the death with?"

"Nine warships deployed simultaneously—what kind of deep-seated grudge could there be?"

"Wasn't Cang Jiuyou in seclusion for two hundred years? Who blew this old monster out?"

Discussions spread throughout the markets and towns, and no one dared to approach the celestial realm shrouded in spiritual pressure.

However, at this moment, Yunyu Palace had no idea that a catastrophic disaster was about to befall them.

In the Hehuan Hall, Bai Chenshuang sat on the throne, her fingers gripping the armrests, her knuckles taut.

Where are they?

A row of inner sect senior sisters knelt below, none of them daring to utter a sound.

"I'm asking you a question! How could a living person, a living person who walks on two legs, just vanish into thin air?"

Bai Chenshuang raised her voice by half an octave.

"Sect Master, we've searched the Purple Bamboo Courtyard, the Remnant Pill Valley, the herb garden on the back mountain, and all eighteen Remnant Pill Pavilions, but we can't find it."

A female student bent down, her forehead touching the floor tile.

Bai Chenshuang felt a tightness in her chest.

A top-grade Five Elements spiritual root, the first male inner disciple since the founding of Yunyu Palace.

The conference was to be held three days later, and his place was still empty on the roster.

If something happens to this person, how will she explain it to Senior Dan Wang?

"metropolitan."

Xu Qingqing hurried over from outside the hall, her face looking rather pale.

"explain."

"Three more corpses were unearthed in the old forest outside Yunxia Town. They were all mummified, and their life essence had been completely drained."

Xu Qingqing bit her lip. "The most recent one died no more than two days ago."

The hall fell silent for a few moments.

Bai Chenshuang suddenly stood up.

"What if Qin Mo..." Someone didn't dare finish their sentence.

"Shut up."

Bai Chenshuang lowered her voice, "Pass on my order: all outer sect disciples are to be mobilized, in groups of ten, to search 500 li outwards from Yunxia Town. Find them alive or dead..."

She paused.

"Where are the teleportation array records?"

"We checked, and there were no unusual usage records in the past three days."

"Keep searching."

Bai Chenshuang flicked her sleeve and walked down the steps, without looking back at the group of people in the hall.

……

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

Qin Mo leaned against the window frame, flipped his right wrist, and the light patterns of the Qiankun Furnace flickered on his palm.

Shen Ruoyan sat cross-legged on the futon opposite her, her face rosy and her breathing slightly deeper than the night before.

His cultivation at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm had firmly taken root.

"Your subordinate thanks you, Master."

She rose and bowed.

"Alright."

Qin Mo waved his hand, "Go down."

Shen Ruoyan responded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Qin Mo didn't rush to make a move.

He checked the aura storage of the bio-furnace.

He cultivated with Shen Ruoyan for thirty-six cycles, each cycle containing twenty streams of Qiankun Qi, resulting in an accumulation of seven hundred and twenty streams.

Adding to the previous accumulation, the total amount has already exceeded 10,000.

He recalled the records of the dual cultivation during these days.

He received forty repetitions per major cycle from Hua Meiniang and the other four, twenty repetitions per major cycle from Gu Yingxue, twenty repetitions per major cycle from Bai Chenshuang, and twenty repetitions per major cycle from Shen Ruoyan.

Despite the vast difference in their cultivation levels, their output was not several times greater.

"As expected, it's not entirely about the opponent's cultivation level."

The growth of the Qi of Heaven and Earth originates from the Furnace of Transformation itself.

Each time the furnace is upgraded, the maximum amount that can be obtained in a single run increases.

At this stage, regardless of whether the opponent is at the Foundation Establishment or Nascent Soul stage, the output per major cycle is locked between twenty and forty.

To harvest more at once, we'll have to wait for the next transformation of the bio-furnace.

"But that's all for the future."

Qin Mo took out the three-foot-long broken sword from his storage ring.

The rusted blade was dull and lifeless, and felt no different from scrap metal in my hand.

The item I bought for three spirit stones at the Divine Weapon Pavilion in the market was considered junk by others, but the appraisal given by the Transformation Furnace was that it was an ancient immortal artifact.

Reforging requires one million units of Qi.

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

One million.

He could never save enough to collect it all, no matter how hard he tried.

However, the Rebirth Furnace has another hint: Investing six thousand strands of Qiankun Qi can perform a preliminary reforging, restoring the basic form of the immortal artifact.

Six thousand paths.

He now has a little over ten thousand.

"Done."

Qin Mo flipped his hand and released the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The bronze furnace was suspended three feet in front of him, and the patterns on the furnace wall flowed slowly.

He shoved the broken sword horizontally into the furnace opening.

"Recast".

The Furnace of Transformation exploded with a low hum, and six thousand streams of cosmic energy surged out from the bottom of the furnace, completely engulfing the rusty sword.

Qin Mo's eyes widened suddenly.

The patterns on the furnace wall lit up at a visible speed, layer after layer, as if something sealed for who knows how many years was peeling off its outer shell.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and suffocating aura emanated from the furnace.

That's not spiritual energy.

It is the essence of the Tao.

The boundless, primordial, and undifferentiated power of creation emanated from the bronze furnace, filling the entire training room.

Qin Mo's divine sense was enveloped by this Dao essence, and the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

He saw it.

Above the Iron Bone Realm lies the Golden Body Realm.

Above the golden statue, there is an even higher path.

The path of physical cultivation is like an unfolding scroll painting, stretching from his feet to the distant horizon where there is no end in sight.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

He is currently in the mid-stage of the Iron Bone Realm, and he can use his mortal body to fight against a Golden Core cultivator.

If one were to reach the Golden Body Realm... even a Nascent Soul Ancestor might not be unable to defeat him.

The image disappeared.

Qin Mo exhaled a long breath; his back was already soaked with sweat.

……

In the corridor outside the door, Shen Ruoyan stood by the wall, her legs trembling.

She could clearly sense the lingering Daoist energy emanating from the room.

Surpassing the Nascent Soul stage, and even surpassing the Divine Transformation stage.

She always felt that her master was unfathomable.

But at this moment, a sense of awe rose from her very bones, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Is this the master's trump card...?"

She didn't push the door open, nor did she dare to.

He simply stood against the wall, like a stone statue.

……

More than an hour later, the Furnace of Life returned to silence.

Qin Mo lifted the furnace lid.

At the bottom of the furnace lay a three-foot-long sword, its entire body as black as ink, covered with ancient dark red blood patterns of varying depths, resembling some kind of ancient inscription.

The rust had completely faded, and the sword's edge gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

A chill ran from his palm straight into his arm, as if the surrounding air had been torn open by the sword.

"A fine sword."

Qin Mo held his longsword horizontally, squinting as he examined it.

This is only a preliminary reforging, far from restoring the complete form of the ancient immortal artifact. However, based on its current sharpness, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would suffer a severe cut if struck by it.

In addition, there is the physical body of the mid-stage Iron Bone Realm and the God-Slaying Cone.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

This forum is going to be quite interesting.

"Owner."

Shen Ruoyan's hushed voice came from outside the door, "I just received news that there's been a huge commotion at Yunyu Mountain. Gu Yingxue and Bai Chenshuang are searching for you all over the mountain... no, they're looking for inner disciple Qin Mo."

Qin Mo's smile froze.

Correct.

While he, as the Pill King, comfortably cultivates and reforges his weapon, Qin Mo's physical body has been missing for almost two days.

"Damn, I'll have to come up with an excuse when I get back..."

Before he could finish speaking, the window of room number one suddenly shook.

It's not the wind.

It's spiritual pressure.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, carrying an aura of slaughter, was rapidly approaching Cloud Rain Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient roar exploded from the heavens, echoing for miles around.

"Bai Chenshuang! Come out and face your death!"

Qin Mo tightened his grip on the long sword, his expression suddenly darkening.