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

The wind whistled against the back of my head.

Qin Mo glanced back and saw that the dark red light was less than a hundred feet away from the two of them, and it was still getting closer.

Bai Chenshuang flew on her sword for half an incense stick's time, her face as white as paper.

The residual force of that punch was still churning through her meridians, causing the flying sword to slow down more and more.

"Senior... I can't hold on any longer."

Bai Chenshuang gritted her teeth, squeezing out the words from her throat.

Qin Mo looked down at the unconscious Hua Meiniang in his arms.

We can't run anymore.

This speed isn't enough to shake off a madman in the late Nascent Soul stage; if this drags on any longer, Bai Chenshuang will also perish.

"then."

Qin Mo pushed Hua Meiniang toward Bai Chenshuang.

Bai Chenshuang was taken aback and instinctively reached out to catch it.

"senior!"

Qin Mo did not answer her.

He pushed off heavily with both feet on the flying sword, using the force to propel himself forward, turning to face the dark red streak of light.

Qi and blood exploded in the meridians.

The body, which was at the mid-stage of the Iron Bone Realm, was pushed to its limit. A series of muffled cracking sounds came from the bones, and waves of heat surged around the body.

Li Cangsheng had already pounced on him.

In his mad state, the old man's eyes were bloodshot, black smoke billowed from his mouth and nose, and he made a hissing sound that was not human.

With both fists raised high above his head, the demonic gauntlets glowed with a bloody light, and a crushing blow came crashing down.

Qin Mo did not dodge.

He gathered his vital energy in his right arm, shattered the void beneath his feet, and poured all his power into a single punch, slamming it into the pair of dark red fists.

Just as the two sides were about to collide.

The wound on Li Cangsheng's right side, pierced by the ancient broken sword, suddenly lit up.

A jet-black line spread wildly from the wound, crawling along the meridians all over his right arm, and then into his left arm.

The muscles in both arms bulged and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ancient Daoist essence.

Although the broken sword had been pulled out, the remaining Dao essence erupted at this moment, completely shredding the rampaging demonic energy within Li Cangsheng's body.

"puff!"

Li Cangsheng's arms exploded from his shoulders, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The force of the punch disappeared.

Qin Mo's fist slammed into Li Cangsheng's face without any resistance.

The sound of the skull cracking was muffled.

Like a shriveled gourd that has been flattened by someone's foot.

Li Cangsheng plummeted from the sky and crashed into the desolate forest below.

More than a dozen trees were broken, soil flew everywhere, and finally, the impact created a deep crater in the ground.

There was no movement in the pit.

dead.

Bai Chenshuang landed on her sword with Hua Meiniang in her arms, still in a daze.

She witnessed the whole thing.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The Blood Hand Butcher, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had his head smashed by a single punch from the Pill King.

What level of skill is that?

God!

At least a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Bai Chenshuang became increasingly alarmed as she thought about it, and the way she looked at Qin Mo changed.

Qin Mo jumped into the pit, squatted down next to Li Cangsheng's corpse, and searched through it.

He had a storage ring hanging around his neck, which he pulled off and put into his pocket. He also took off two dark red gauntlets, weighed them in his hand, and put them away as well.

"Owner……"

Hua Meiniang woke up at some point.

She leaned against Bai Chenshuang, her voice hoarse, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"The Netherworld Sect... has a traitor... the Murong family and the Heavenly Demon Sect are secretly in contact... Mei Niang is incompetent..."

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Qin Mo walked over and picked her up again.

Hua Meiniang buried her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling violently, but she didn't make a sound.

Qin Mo looked up at the sky.

The east was already turning white.

"Let's go back to Yunxia Town first."

Bai Chenshuang nodded, ascended into the air on her sword, and followed Qin Mo eastward.

……

At the same time.

Thousands of miles away, deep in the desolate mountains, a charred black warship of the Azure Dragon Sect tilted and plummeted from the clouds.

The ship broke in two, and the fragments, trailing fiery tails, scattered all over the mountain.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly on the deck, some with sharp weapons piercing their chests, and others with their necks twisted at impossible angles.

At the broken bow of the ship, Cang Wuji stood with his hands behind his back.

There were some bloodstains on the hem of his robe, but his expression was as calm as if he were taking a walk.

"Uncle..."

A young woman's voice came from behind the pile of rubble; it was hoarse and trembling.

Cang Wuyue knelt among the rocks.

Her cultivation was completely destroyed, her meridians were shattered, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

"You finally made your move."

Cang Wuyue stared at Cang Wuji, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Cang Wuji turned around and glanced at her.

"No moon."

He sighed, his tone even carrying a hint of regret, "My uncle didn't want things to come to this either."

"It was truly a last resort."

Cang Wuji took two steps closer to her, squatted down, and acted as if he were coaxing an ignorant child.

"Our patriarch is dead, and the Azure Dragon Sect needs a new leader. Juexing's talent is inferior to yours, so the only way is to get rid of you."

Cang Wuyue felt a chill run through her body.

"You were never here to avenge me from the very beginning."

"revenge?"

Cang Wuji chuckled. "Your little saga is worth using nine warships for?"

He stood up, looked down at his niece whose cultivation had been destroyed, and showed no affection whatsoever in his eyes.

"Go to hell, and your uncle promises to make Juexing burn some paper money for you every year."

Cang Wuji raised his right palm, and spiritual energy slowly condensed in his palm.

Cang Wuyue closed her eyes.

"father……"

Cang Wuyue's lips moved, uttering a word that no one could hear.

The inspiration is about to be captured.

"metropolitan."

A voice transmission suddenly entered Cang Wuji's ears.

The light in his palm paused for a moment, neither withdrawing nor falling away.

"What is it?"

"Ancestor... Ancestor Cang Jiuyou's natal jade tablet is broken."

Cang Wuji's expression finally changed.

He slowly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the warship wreckage.

Cang Jiuyou is dead.

He was killed by an arrow from Yunyu Palace.

The ancestor at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, the strongest trump card of the Azure Dragon Sect, is gone.

Cang Wuji withdrew the spiritual power in his palm and straightened up.

He remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Not sad at all, and quite satisfied.

With the death of the patriarch, no one in the Azure Dragon Sect can surpass him anymore.

With most of the nine warships destroyed and the sect severely weakened, the Nascent Soul protectors who had originally been loyal to Cang Jiuyou were leaderless, making it the perfect opportunity for him to consolidate his power.

As for this useless niece in front of me.

Cang Wuji looked down at Cang Wuyue.

She lay on the rubble, her breath as faint as an oil lamp about to go out.

"Fine."

He said calmly, "I'll spare your life. Dying in this desolate mountain is no different from dying at my hands."

Cang Wuji turned and walked down the mountain, the hem of his robe fluttering in the morning breeze.

"Pass down the order to gather the remaining forces. Use the pretext that the Ancestor was attacked and killed to return to the sect immediately."

His steps were unhurried, and his voice carried clearly in the mountain breeze, "Also, inform Juexing to prepare for the ceremony of taking over as young master."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Cang Wuyue opened her eyes with her last breath and watched the figure disappear at the end of the mountain road.

Her fingers clenched tightly in the rubble, two of her nails broke off, and blood seeped into the soil.

"Cang Wuji..."

The sound was as soft as the wind blowing through withered grass.

The morning light climbed over the eastern ridge and shone on the warship wreckage scattered across the mountainside, the metal fragments reflecting blinding spots of light.

In the desolate mountains, only a girl whose cultivation had been destroyed remained, along with corpses scattered all over the mountains.