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

The ancient broken sword in Qin Mo's hand, which had been reforged, still carried residual heat. He poured in six thousand strands of Qiankun Qi in one go, leaving only a little over four thousand strands on the account.

Before he could even feel sorry for himself, the roar outside the window shook the entire town of Yunxia.

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

On Yunyu Mountain, thousands of miles away, all the disciples of the sect felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Gu Yingxue was sitting in the Hehuan Hall, fuming, the list of attendees beside her crumpled in her hand.

Qin Mo is still nowhere to be found, and the Dao Discussion Conference remains unresolved, leaving her with nowhere to vent her anger.

Suddenly, the roof tiles shattered and fell to the ground.

An absurdly terrifying spiritual pressure pressed down from the sky, causing all the inner disciples in the hall to kneel down in unison. Several of them with lower cultivation levels lay prostrate on the ground, panting heavily with their faces pressed against the cracks in the bricks.

Gu Yingxue's expression changed drastically, and she stood up and rushed out of the palace gate.

She looked up at the sky, her feet rooted to the spot.

A huge hole was torn in the clouds, and a half-human, half-dragon phantom emerged from the crack, occupying a small part of the sky.

The phantom was surrounded by gray-black dragon energy, with surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth behind it, and its huge dragon head looked down at the Cloud Rain Mountain below.

Like a giant standing above an anthill, ready to stomp down at any moment.

"Peak Nascent Soul Stage... Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth!"

Bai Chenshuang's figure broke through the air from the other side and landed on the square in front of the Hehuan Hall, her white robe billowing in the wind.

Her face looked extremely pale.

Cang Jiuyou.

That old monster from the Azure Dragon Sect, who had been in seclusion for two hundred years, actually came to his doorstep in person.

More and more disciples poured out of the square. Some were so weak in the legs that they could not stand, some gritted their teeth and drew their weapons, and most just looked up at the sky-covering phantom, their faces all showing the same expression.

despair.

The town of Yunxia at the foot of the mountain was also in an uproar.

Countless cultivators poured out of the restaurants and inns, standing on the street with their necks craned upwards, and the whole street was silent.

Room No. 1, Tianzi Building, Zuihualou.

Qin Mo leaned out of the window, his gaze falling on the huge, mountain-like shadow on the horizon, and a chill ran down his spine.

"What the hell is this? An illusion?"

"It's not an illusion."

Shen Ruoyan walked up to him at some point, her voice very low, and the color had completely drained from her face.

"The Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth can only be activated by old monsters at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. That phantom is the external manifestation of his Nascent Soul, and every punch he throws is the full power of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator."

Qin Mo remained silent for two breaths.

He stared at the dragon-shaped Dharma image and gripped the ancient broken sword in his hand tightly.

A thousand miles away, on a mountain peak shrouded in clouds and rain.

The voice of Cang Jiuyou's Dharma form crashed down from above the clouds, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Hand over Su Qingyi! I will only take her life. If you do not hand her over, I will slaughter everyone in your Yunyu Palace today, leaving no one alive!"

Bai Chenshuang trembled with rage, and retorted sharply, "Cang Jiuyou! Have you gone mad? When has my Yunyu Palace ever harmed anyone from your Canglong Sect?!"

"The wounds on Young Master's body still bear the bloodthirsty aura of your Cloud Rain Palace's Holy Maiden. Bai Chenshuang, stop pretending with me!"

Su Qingyi stood at the edge of the square, her face full of confusion.

When did she ever injure the young master of the Azure Dragon Sect?

She had only seen what Cang Wuyue looked like once, three days ago when she confronted Qin Mo in Yunxia Town.

"I didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the celestial image in the sky had already moved.

The half-dragon phantom raised its right arm, and a gigantic palm, enveloped in gray-black dragon energy, slammed down directly towards Cloud Rain Mountain.

The clouds in the sky churned and shattered, pushed away for dozens of miles by the force of the palm strike.

"Activate the formation!"

Bai Chenshuang's voice cracked.

Gu Yingxue simultaneously made a hand seal, channeling two streams of Nascent Soul spiritual energy into the array eye beneath her feet.

"Buzz—"

The entire Yunyu Mountain reverberated underground, and a layer of light blue shroud rose from the foot of the mountain, enveloping the entire peak.

The array patterns flowed across the surface of the light shield, the runes as dense as a spider web.

The Great Zhou Heavenly Cloud and Rain Enchanting Immortal Array is the Cloud and Rain Palace's trump card for protecting the mountain since its founding.

"boom!"

The giant hand slammed onto the light shield.

The light shield vibrated violently, and more than a dozen cracks appeared on the runes on its surface, causing the blue light to flicker intermittently.

The disciples on the mountain were thrown about by the aftershocks, some even falling to the ground and unable to get up.

Bai Chenshuang clenched her teeth, and the veins on her forehead throbbed twice.

She was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while Gu Yingxue was only at the middle stage.

Facing a peak-level old monster like Cang Jiuyou, the gap is immeasurable.

"One more strike, and the formation won't hold..." Gu Yingxue's voice tightened.

A hundred miles away, on the summit of an unnamed mountain.

The alluring woman in the red dress stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the dragon-shaped Dharma image in the sky above Yunyu Mountain in the distance, a smirk playing on her lips.

"A righteous fool, biting like this after just a little provocation."

The black-armored man behind her stepped forward: "Holy Maiden, the Azure Dragon Sect is serious this time. Should we take advantage of the chaos...?"

"What's the rush?"

Yu Linglong tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Let them fight. The worse they fight, the more benefits the Heavenly Demon Sect will receive at the Dao Discussion Conference."

She paused, then turned her head to look at the man in black armor.

"Are they keeping an eye on the Holy Son?"

"We're keeping an eye on him. He's been trying to win over a few elders lately, like he's planning something."

"Find a clean and efficient opportunity to get rid of him."

Yu Linglong spoke in a flat tone, as if she were asking what to eat for dinner.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from the black-armored man's back. He clasped his hands and bowed his head, saying, "Your subordinate obeys."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect only needs one Holy Maiden."

Yu Linglong withdrew her gaze and continued to watch the battle in the distance.

On Cloud Rain Mountain, Cang Jiuyou's Dharma form raised its hand once more.

The second palm strike landed.

The light shield emitted a piercing cracking sound, and the cracks spread across half of the shield's surface, causing the blue light to dim visibly.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Bai Chenshuang's mouth.

Gu Yingxue gritted her teeth and took out an ancient war bow from her storage ring.

Hou Yi's Sunset Bow.

This is her trump card, the weapon she used to kill two Nascent Soul elders of the Azure Dragon Sect last time.

However, she was not entirely confident in facing Cang Jiuyou, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Yingxue, prepare to activate the archer formation."

Bai Chenshuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Gu Yingxue took a deep breath, held the war bow horizontally in front of her, and began to frantically pour in her spiritual power.

Just then.

Several black dots appeared on the horizon.

The black dot rapidly expanded, transforming into nine enormous shadows that crushed all the clouds along its path.

At the window of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, Qin Mo suddenly stood up straight.

Nine jet-black iron warships, arranged in a formation like wild geese, swept in from the horizon.

The flag flying high at the bow unfurled in the night wind, revealing a large, glaring character: "苍" (cang).

On the deck of the leading flagship, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, followed by hundreds of black-armored disciples, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

Qin Mo recognized the face.

Cang Wuji.

The current sect leader of the Azure Dragon Sect.

Shen Ruoyan's voice came from behind, dry and hoarse, as if it contained sand.

"Master... the main force of the Azure Dragon Sect has arrived."