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

The moment Gu Yingxue released the bowstring, all sound in the entire Cloud and Rain Mountain vanished.

A golden-white arrow ripped through the night sky, leaving a visible spatial rift.

Cang Jiuyou was still sitting there cross-legged, the smile on his face still lingering.

He wasn't dismissing the arrow.

As a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, powered by nine streams of spiritual energy and aided by the Azure Dragon Locking Heaven Formation, he was confident he could withstand even a Nascent Soul level monster standing opposite him.

Not to mention Gu Yingxue, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator at the mid-stage.

Cang Wuji on the warship didn't take it seriously either.

He was even thinking about how to allocate this dragon vein after destroying the Cloud Rain Palace—whether to give it to the ancestor for a breakthrough first, or to give it to his son to lay a foundation for.

The nine Nascent Soul guardians merely glanced at the arrow light before turning back to continue channeling their spiritual power.

No one noticed that the trajectory of the arrow was not a straight line.

It made a turn in mid-air.

The bend is so small that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

But it was this bend that allowed it to bypass the Azure Dragon Seal's frontal defense and directly plunge into the point where the nine streams of spiritual energy converged and collided.

Directly below Cang Jiuyou.

"laugh--"

The protective aura shattered.

It's not the kind of fragmentation where you peel off layers one by one; it's a complete explosion, like a thin layer of ice being scalded with boiling water.

The smile on Cang Jiuyou's face finally froze, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He wanted to move.

That's too late.

The arrow pierced through his chest, and the nascent soul within him, which had cultivated for hundreds of years, was shredded into pieces by the dragon energy before it even had a chance to tremble.

The arrow light pierced through his back, enveloped in blood mist and shattered golden pill fragments, shooting into the distant night sky.

Cang Jiuyou opened her mouth slightly.

No sound.

He looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He has cultivated for four hundred years and reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, just half a step away from stepping into the Divine Transformation stage.

We've failed.

He was defeated by a woman at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"No……"

This was the last half-word he uttered.

The next moment, the uncontrolled power of the nascent soul exploded from his body.

A self-destruction at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

The force did not spread outwards, but instead surged towards the node where the nine spiritual energies converged.

Just as Qin Mo said, the nine streams of spiritual energy lost their suppression and exploded simultaneously at the same point.

"boom……!"

The world changed color.

Nine dark golden pillars shattered from the inside, and a tsunami of spiritual energy swept outwards from the center of the Azure Dragon Seal in all directions.

"father!"

The warship beneath Cang Wuji's feet capsized like a paper boat tossed about by a typhoon.

He clung desperately to the ship's side, activating his spiritual power to protect himself, but was still shaken by the shockwave, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices.

Nine Xuan Tie warships were swept away by the energy storm. The Azure Dragon Sect disciples on board could not even stand and crashed into the bulkheads, their screams echoing everywhere.

"Ancestor..."

"Stabilize the warships quickly!"

The nine Nascent Soul guardians were at a loss, each urging their spiritual power in an attempt to control the warship.

However, the destructive power released by Cang Jiuyou's self-destruction was too violent, tearing dark cracks into the void.

Cang Wuji lay on the tilted deck, looking in the direction his father had exploded. The folding fan had long since flown away and was nowhere to be found.

"impossible……"

He kept repeating those three words to himself, all the composure and calculation on his face vanished.

Cang Wuyue was thrown off the stretcher and landed on the iron railing at the stern of the ship.

She looked up at the fading golden afterglow in the sky, trembling all over.

My grandfather is dead.

Nine warships, shrouded in smoke and debris, were swept into the distant sky by the energy storm and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fire rained down from the sky.

Yunxia Town was the first to be affected.

Just as the fiery rain was about to engulf Yunxia Town, a black and white Tai Chi light shield emerged from the void and steadily covered the entire town.

Two fish-shaped patterns flow and turn on the surface of the light shield, and the fire rain that hits it is dissolved into nothingness.

Nobody knows where this light shield came from.

Zheng Hong stared blankly at the Tai Chi pattern above his head, his face full of confusion.

"Whose methods are these...?"

No one answered him.

On Yunyu Mountain.

The moment Bai Chenshuang drew out the earth vein dragon energy, the spiritual veins underground began to nourish the great formation.

The once riddled-with-holes light shield of the Enchanting Immortal Array was rapidly repaired under the infusion of dragon energy, with cracks closing one by one, once again firmly protecting the entire mountain.

On the plaza, the disciples who had been lying down felt the spiritual pressure suddenly decrease and struggled to lift their heads.

Xu Qingqing lay beside the center of the formation, her face turned to the sky, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"We won..." Her voice was hoarse, like it had been sanded, and so soft that only she could hear it.

Jiang Yurou lay unconscious beside him, her hand still pressed against the center of the formation.

Bai Chenshuang fell directly down in front of the array plate, and Su Qingyi scrambled over to catch her.

"metropolitan!"

"It's alright... as long as you're alive."

Bai Chenshuang had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were smiling.

Su Qingyi was trembling all over.

At this point, Gu Yingxue could no longer hold on.

That arrow exhausted all her strength.

The power of the nascent soul, meridians, divine sense, and physical strength were all cleared.

Her body fell from the sky, her robes billowing in the wind, and she tumbled down like a falling leaf.

Qin Mo had been watching her for a while.

He moved the moment the arrow was released.

He sheathed the ancient broken sword back into his waistband, his blood and qi circulated through his legs, and he flew from the edge of the plaza toward the direction where Gu Yingxue had fallen.

The mask is already on.

The bronze mask that had been with him for so long was now the only identity he could use.

When Gu Yingxue's body was still twenty feet above the ground, Qin Mo stepped on a broken stone pillar, used the momentum to leap, and caught her steadily in mid-air.

It's frighteningly light.

The person in his arms had their eyes closed, their face was completely bloodless, and their breath was as weak as a thread that might break at any moment.

Everyone in the square who could still open their eyes witnessed this scene.

A mysterious figure wearing a bronze mask descended from the sky and caught the exhausted Elder as he fell.

"Who?"

Su Qingyi subconsciously tightened her grip on the sword hilt.

Bai Chenshuang sat up, supporting herself on Su Qingyi's shoulders. When she saw the mask clearly, she was shocked.

"It's Senior Pill King..."

Xu Qingqing struggled to get up and saw a strange man holding the Supreme Elder. Instinctively, she wanted to rush over.

Bai Chenshuang grabbed her wrist.

"Step back."

Xu Qingqing was stunned.

"That's Senior Pill King."

Although Bai Chenshuang's voice was weak, it carried an undeniable weight: "Everyone who is alive today is thanks to the methods of our senior."

Su Qingyi was stunned.

The disciples around who were still able to move looked at each other, their eyes all fixed on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked down at Gu Yingxue, who was unconscious in his arms, and his voice came through the mask, revealing no emotion.

"Find a place with plenty of spiritual energy so she can sleep peacefully."

Bai Chenshuang propped herself up and stood up, bowing deeply to him.

"Please follow me, senior."

She turned and walked towards the back of the mountain peak, her steps unsteady but without stopping.

Qin Mo carried Gu Yingxue and followed behind. When they passed the square, the disciples on both sides spontaneously made way for them.

Bai Chenshuang led him through the backyard of the Hehuan Palace, around a bamboo forest, and stopped in front of a stone gate engraved with restrictive runes.

Qin Mo glanced at it, and the remaining power of his Qiankun Dharma Eye allowed him to see the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy behind the stone gate.

"here it is?"

Bai Chenshuang raised her hand and pressed it against the stone door, pouring in spiritual energy, and the restrictions were peeled away layer by layer.

"The Secret Realm of Clouds and Rain"

She glanced back at Qin Mo and said, "Deep within the secret realm lies a spiritual spring that connects directly to the earth's veins, making it the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy in the entire sect."

Su Qingyi and Xu Qingqing, who followed, both changed their expressions at the same time.

The Secret Realm of Clouds and Rain.

For three hundred years since the founding of the dynasty, no outsider has ever set foot in this forbidden area.