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

Cang Wuji did not go far.

He stopped at the bend in the mountain path and looked back.

The morning light shone on the scattered warship fragments, the iron reflecting a blinding glint.

In that direction, Cang Wuyue was still lying among the rocks.

"metropolitan?"

An elderly servant with gray hair followed behind, a narrow knife at his waist, his steps silent.

"Uncle Han".

Cang Wuji said softly, "Go back and get rid of her."

Butler Han stopped in his tracks.

"Young Master, she..."

"The young master is gone."

Cang Wuji didn't turn around. "From tonight onwards, the Canglong Sect will only have Juexing as its sect leader. Be clean and don't leave any loose ends."

Butler Han remained silent for three breaths.

"This old servant understands."

He turned and headed up the mountain, followed by four men in black emerging from the shadows.

……

Cang Wuyue froze for a moment when she heard footsteps.

That's not my uncle's gait.

The rhythmic thud of the gravel underfoot was very even, like the footwork of a martial arts practitioner.

She turned her head with difficulty.

Under the moonlight, Butler Han led four men in black toward her, their narrow knives already drawn.

"Uncle Han..." Cang Wuyue's throat was dry and chapped, "What are you going to do?"

"Young master, this old servant has served you since you were raised and has never mistreated you."

Steward Han stopped five steps away, his face wrinkled and unreadable. "This matter today is not my fault."

Blood rushed to Cang Wuyue's feet.

"You've served the Cang family for thirty years... When my father was alive, you called him Young Master..."

"The young master has treated this old servant very well."

Butler Han nodded, his tone as flat as if he were talking about the weather, "But the young master is gone."

"Aren't you afraid... that when you're in the afterlife... you won't have the face to face my father?"

Butler Han didn't answer, but just sighed slightly and took a step forward, sword in hand.

"No moon!"

A sharp shout came from above the hillside.

Butler Han's knife stopped in mid-air.

The gravel tumbled down the hillside with a crash, and a slender woman stumbled and fell twice, her knees hitting the rocks and bleeding profusely, but she refused to stop until she stumbled between Cang Wuyue and Steward Han.

"Mother..." Cang Wuyue's throat tightened, and her eyes burned with pain.

Zhao was panting heavily, her gray hair was disheveled on one side, and her face was sallow.

She stood protectively in front of her daughter, her eyes red as she stared at Butler Han.

"Han Qi, step back."

"lady."

Steward Han sheathed his sword and took a half step back. "I dare not disobey the sect leader's orders. Take the young master's remains back, and I guarantee she will depart with dignity."

Zhao took a jet-black pill out of her sleeve.

Butler Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Life-Burning Pill? Madam, you really..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao tilted her head back and swallowed the pill.

The next moment, the spiritual pressure around her surged like boiling water.

His skin flushed an abnormal red, and his aura surged from the peak of Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, half-step Nascent Soul, and early Nascent Soul.

Butler Han took three steps back.

"Mother! Your lifespan is over..." Cang Wuyue's voice broke.

Zhao ignored her.

"Run east. Don't stop."

"I'm not leaving!"

Zhao turned around abruptly, her reddened eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"If you don't run, who will avenge your father?"

Cang Wuyue trembled all over, her teeth clenched so hard they cracked.

She pushed herself up from the ground, her knees shaking so badly she could barely stand.

He bit his tongue, the rusty taste filling his mouth, and finally his legs moved.

One step, two steps, and they stumbled and rushed into the forest.

"Chase!"

Butler Han spoke in a deep voice.

The four men in black moved swiftly, about to bypass Zhao.

Zhao struck out with her palm.

The spiritual pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage transformed into a beam of white light and swept across.

The four men in black had no chance to react before their bodies were severed in two at the waist, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Butler Han's expression changed drastically, and he took ten steps back.

"Madam...why bother?"

Zhao ignored him.

The effects of the Burning Life Pill surged through her body, turning her skin from flushed to grayish-purple, with capillaries appearing on her cheeks like a spider web.

This body won't last much longer.

"Han Qi, following Cang Wuji will not end well for you."

Zhao raised her right hand, spiritual energy gathering in her palm. "I'll send you on your way today."

Butler Han's eyes darted around, and he suddenly turned and glanced towards the direction of the mountains and forests.

Zhao realized his intention and pounced on him.

The two attacks exploded in the mountain valley, sending rocks flying and the spiritual light illuminating half of the barren mountain in a flickering glow.

……

Cang Wuyue ran through the mountains and forests.

It was less of a run and more of a scramble.

Mother said to go east.

She headed east.

I don't know how long we ran, but the forest suddenly ended.

There was a cliff in front of me.

The moonlight shines down, and the river at the bottom of the cliff churns with white waves, appearing as a thin line in the distance.

Cang Wuyue swayed and almost fell, but managed to grab onto the roots of a crooked pine tree on the edge of the cliff and kneel down.

"Here it is."

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Cang Wuyue suddenly turned around.

Five men in black emerged from the woods.

She recognized the man in the lead; he was short and stout, and was the assistant to Butler Han, surnamed Zhou.

"Young Master, don't bother."

The man surnamed Zhou drew his knife, but his tone was surprisingly polite: "Would you like to do it yourself, or have your subordinate do it for you?"

Cang Wuyue clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

She looked around. To her left was a cliff, and to her right was a dense forest. The five people spread out like a fan, blocking all escape routes.

The man surnamed Zhou who was in the lead was at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

She couldn't even muster enough combat strength to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Cang Wuji... He killed my father, crippled my cultivation, and now he wants to silence me."

Cang Wuyue stared at the five people, her voice hoarse and almost cracking, "You're risking your lives for him, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Young Master, there is no retribution after a person dies."

The man surnamed Zhou sighed, stepped forward with his knife, and said, "This old servant will see the young master on his way."

Cang Wuyue took half a step back, her heels already hanging over the edge of the cliff.

"Yo."

A nonchalant voice suddenly drifted down from above the treetops on the left.

The five men surnamed Zhou turned around at the same time.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, illuminating a figure sitting on a thick branch.

The man had his legs crossed, a bronze mask covering his face, and was idly picking at the leaves with a withered twig in his hand.

"This young lady was wreaking havoc in Yunxia Town during the day."

The person jumped down from the branch, landing silently. He brushed the fallen leaves off the hem of his robe, and his eyes behind the mask curved into a smile.

"How come we're being chased by a bunch of stray dogs and have nowhere to run?"

Cang Wuyue froze.

That mask.

That smug tone.

That bastard who whispered in her ear during the day on the streets of Yunxia Town, "Little lady, aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you by getting so close?"

"you!"

Cang Wuyue's face flushed red, as shame and anger clashed with the instinct for survival in her chest.

The man surnamed Zhou narrowed his eyes, holding the knife horizontally in front of him.

"Who are you? This is a matter for the Azure Dragon Sect. I advise you not to meddle."

Qin Mo draped the withered branch over his shoulder, tilted his head, and looked the five people over, speaking as casually as if he were asking for directions.

"Domestic affairs? Five grown men chasing after a little girl, your Azure Dragon Sect's family tradition is quite unique."

The man surnamed Zhou's face turned ashen, and he released his spiritual pressure as a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage without reservation.

"I'm saying this one last time, get out of the way."