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

Bai Chenshuang didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

"Senior has saved my Cloud Rain Palace from danger several times. I will go through fire and water for you whenever you are needed."

The two transformed into streaks of light, broke through the secret realm's restrictions, and soared into the sky.

Bloodbone Town.

In an underground stone chamber of an abandoned mine, Hua Meiniang's hands were suspended in mid-air by chains, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her spiritual power was completely sealed.

The woman in the red dress sat on a stone chair, legs crossed, toying with a black jade pendant in her hand.

"Lady Xueyou'er, is the Pill King really coming?"

Beside him stood an old man in black armor, arms crossed, a cruel smile on his face.

"He will come."

The woman in the red dress raised her eyelids and smiled.

"These kinds of people are protective of their own. The more protective they are, the easier they are to catch."

She stood up, walked up to Hua Meiniang, and pinched her chin.

"Just be a good bait. When your master arrives, I have plenty of ways to make him kneel down and offer up the golden elixir with both hands."

Bloodbone Town is a small abandoned mining town hidden deep in the Crimson Cloud Mountains.

In the early years, this place was rich in blood jade ore, but later the veins were depleted, leaving only some rogue cultivators and refugees living there.

A streak of light pierced the night sky.

Bai Chenshuang rode her sword in front, while Qin Mo stood behind the sword.

The speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator is terrifying. The mountains rush past beneath their feet, and the night wind is blocked by the sword energy, so much so that it can't even stir the hem of Qin Mo's clothes.

Flying on a sword.

Qin Mo looked down at the mountains and rivers at his feet and twitched his lips.

He'll have to learn this sooner or later, but unfortunately his current cultivation level is too low; he can barely even fly.

Never mind, let's get down to business first.

He closed his eyes, his divine sense probed into the Qiankun Huasheng Furnace in his dantian, and his consciousness fell into that space that belonged only to him.

Inside the space, the spiritual herbs he had casually transplanted were arranged quietly.

At first, they were just some ordinary spiritual herbs that were a hundred years old, so he didn't pay much attention to them, thinking he would take care of them when he had time.

But upon closer inspection, Qin Mo's breathing suddenly became heavy.

The stems and leaves of the spiritual herbs were shrouded in a dense, almost solidified spiritual mist, and the medicinal power of each herb far exceeded his memory.

He extended his divine sense to perceive it carefully, and found that the medicinal herbs that were originally only a hundred years old had all climbed to a thousand years old.

A vast expanse of ancient medicinal herbs.

Qin Mo's throat bobbed, and he couldn't suppress the burning passion in his heart.

He had long known that the flow of time in the Qiankun Space was defying the heavens, but seeing it with his own eyes was still different.

This batch of spiritual herbs has only been planted for a little over a month, while it takes only a month outside for them to mature into thousand-year-old herbs inside.

nice one.

This is really good stuff.

His gaze swept over the few Rejuvenating Grasses.

The Thousand-Year Rejuvenating Grass melts instantly upon entering the mouth, and its medicinal power is several times stronger than that of other pills of the same grade.

With a thought, Qin Mo produced a pill in his palm.

It wasn't a spiritual herb, but a high-grade Rejuvenation Pill that he had previously reshaped using his Qi of Heaven and Earth.

"Sect Master Bai."

Bai Chenshuang tilted her head slightly.

Qin Mo handed over the Rejuvenation Pill.

"Take this. You suffered a great loss by activating the earth's vein energy before, and you've only recovered about 50% to 60% at most. We don't know what the situation will be like in Bloodbone Town, so it's safer to return to your peak condition beforehand."

Bai Chenshuang took the pill, looked down, and her pupils contracted slightly.

The elixir was translucent, with nine intricate patterns, and its fragrance was subtle yet intensely strong.

This is... a Grade 6 Rejuvenation Pill?

"Senior, this pill..."

"Don't be shy, just eat it."

Without further hesitation, Bai Chenshuang opened her mouth and swallowed it.

The moment the pill entered the stomach, a warm and mellow medicinal power exploded from the abdomen, surging along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Her meridians and hidden injuries, which were damaged in the battle to protect the mountain, were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye under the flushing effect of the medicine.

By the time they flew over Bloodbone Town, Bai Chenshuang's aura had fully recovered to its peak.

She took a deep breath, and her gaze towards Qin Mo held a newfound respect.

Just how deep is the foundation of the Pill King Senior, who gives away such pills so casually?

"Fall down."

Qin Mo said in a deep voice.

Bai Chenshuang sheathed her sword.

The two landed silently at the town entrance.

The moment his feet touched solid ground, Qin Mo frowned.

The whole town was shrouded in a thin mist, gray and hazy, like a white cloth covering a dead person's face.

There were no lights in the streets and alleys, no human voices, and not even the chirping of insects could be heard.

The air was filled with a thick, sweet, fishy smell.

blood.

And it's not just the blood of one or two people.

It belongs to many people.

"Someone massacred the town."

Bai Chenshuang's expression was solemn, and her voice was kept extremely low.

Qin Mo didn't answer, but stepped inside.

Overturned stalls and broken pottery jars were scattered on the street.

Several doors were half-open, and it was pitch black inside, so you couldn't see anything.

The mist drifted along the ground, and when they stepped on it, their boots felt sticky.

is blood.

The cracks in the stone slabs on the ground were filled with congealed dark red blood.

Bai Chenshuang followed Qin Mo's side, spreading her Nascent Soul Realm divine sense to its fullest extent, but it was mostly blocked by the fog in the town.

"There's something wrong with this fog."

She whispered, "It can conceal divine sense; it must be set up using at least a Nascent Soul level technique."

Qin Mo nodded, without stopping.

They walked across the main street, turned past a collapsed teahouse, and suddenly the view opened up.

The town center is a spacious square.

In the center of the square stood a three-zhang-tall flagpole, with a tattered flag of Blood Bone Town hanging at its top.

A person is hanging from the flagpole.

A thick hemp rope hung down from the horizontal bar, binding a woman's wrists and suspending her in mid-air.

The woman was covered in blood, her clothes were torn to shreds, her long hair was disheveled and covered most of her face, and there was not a single patch of intact skin on her body, all of which were whip marks and wounds from sharp weapons.

There was no sound.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

That figure.

The remaining half of the purple belt was still around the waist.

These are Hua Meiniang's clothes.

Something was burning in his eyes beneath the mask.

His breath hit a beat, and his jawline tightened into a straight line.

"Be careful, senior, it might be a trap."

Bai Chenshuang spoke up to remind him.

Qin Mo did not answer.

He quickened his pace and headed straight for the flagpole.

With his blood and qi flowing through his legs, he leaped into the air, soaring straight to the top of the flagpole.

He gripped the flagpole crossbar with his left hand and reached for the rope from which the woman was hanging with his right.

It's just two inches off.

The woman, who appeared to have died, suddenly raised her head.

A pair of deathly gray eyes stared straight at Qin Mo, his mouth opened, and a thick black miasma gushed out from deep in his throat.

The distance is too close.

Less than a foot.

Qin Mo instinctively turned his head, but the poisonous miasma spread far faster than he could react.

The black mist filled his mouth and nose, and seeped into his eyes and ears; it was ten times more potent than any poison he had ever encountered before.

My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and the world was spinning.

"Oh no..."

Qin Mo's left hand, which was gripping the horizontal bar, suddenly lost its strength.

He fell from a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), his back slamming heavily onto the stone slabs of the square, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

His consciousness was rapidly dissipating.

The internal energy of Qiankun circulated wildly in an attempt to resist, but the poisonous miasma clung to the bone like maggots, drilling into the dantian from the meridians.

The sky before my eyes blurred, and I heard Bai Chenshuang's stern shout and the sharp sound of a sword being drawn.

Immediately afterwards, laughter rang out from all directions in the mist.

The laughter wasn't from just one person.

"Here they come, they're definitely protecting their own."

That familiar female voice drifted out from the darkness at the edge of the square, tinged with amusement and smugness.

"Lord Dan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."