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

Qin Mo threw away the withered branch, stretched his wrists, and his knuckles cracked twice.

"No."

His voice was languid, but a smirk played on his lips beneath the mask. "So?"

Butler Zhou stood at the front, knife in hand, staring at Qin Mo with a gloomy expression.

"Fellow Daoist, I advise you not to get involved in this mess."

Qin Mo leaned against a tree trunk at the edge of the cliff, arms crossed.

"Who said I was going to lie down?"

Butler Zhou frowned.

Qin Mo raised his hand and patted the edge of his mask, his tone casual: "I'm a person who always follows the rules, and I never do anything that doesn't bring me any benefit."

He glanced sideways at Cang Wuyue, who was kneeling on the edge of the cliff.

"Young lady, what will you offer in exchange for your life?"

Cang Wuyue gritted her teeth, tried to stand up by supporting herself with her palms on the ground, but her knees were too weak to support her, and she could only barely lift her head.

"I……"

"No spirit stones?"

Qin Mo interrupted her, shrugging, "Never mind then, you guys continue."

He turned to leave.

"etc!"

Cang Wuyue's voice cracked.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

Cang Wuyue took out a palm-sized white jade box from her bosom. The box was engraved with intricate sealing runes, and faint heat waves seeped out from the cracks.

"Is this... enough?"

Her fingers trembled violently as she held the box in both hands.

Qin Mo's eyes flickered, and he walked back, squatted down in front of her, took the box, and weighed it in his hand.

"What is it?"

"Top-grade Golden Spirit Iron".

Cang Wuyue stared at his mask, her voice hoarse, "As long as you kill them, this piece of spirit iron is yours."

Qin Mo lifted a corner of the box lid.

A burst of white light.

A fist-sized piece of reddish-gold ore lay quietly at the bottom of the box, its surface radiating a visible golden aura and a wave of heat.

Top-grade Golden Spirit Iron.

The top-grade material for the Five Elements Natal Flying Sword.

Qin Mo pressed the lid back on and stood up.

"make a deal."

Butler Zhou's expression changed drastically.

"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Azure Dragon Sect for a piece of scrap iron?"

Qin Mo stuffed the jade box into his sleeve and stretched his wrist.

"Scrap metal? Are you blind or just ignorant?"

He had barely finished speaking when he vanished from the spot.

Butler Zhou's pupils constricted sharply as he drew his sword to protect his chest.

A dark shadow attacked from the side.

Qin Mo's right fist aimed straight at Butler Zhou's face, the force of the punch accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

Steward Zhou swung his sword horizontally, channeling spiritual energy into the blade to meet the attack.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding exploded in the night sky.

Butler Zhou's knife split open in the middle, and he was sent flying backwards, crashing into two pine trees before barely coming to a stop.

The other four men in black rushed forward.

Qin Mo paused, using the momentum to spin around and sweep his left leg horizontally.

Before the person at the front could react, he was kicked in the chest, the sound of ribs breaking echoing as his body flew sideways and crashed into the woods.

The other three unleashed their magical artifacts.

A flying sword and two short blades attacked Qin Mo from three directions.

Qin Mo gripped the flying sword with his right hand and squeezed it between his five fingers.

"Click."

The blade of the low-grade spiritual weapon shattered into three pieces on the spot.

He flicked his wrist, sending the fragments flying and precisely embedding themselves in the throats of the two men in black.

The two collapsed to the ground before they could even scream.

The last man in black was so terrified that he turned and fled.

Qin Mo flicked his finger.

A pebble shot through the air and pierced the back of the man's head.

The body fell forward and slid across the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

Butler Zhou got up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Qin Mo didn't answer and walked towards him.

Butler Zhou gritted his teeth and channeled the last of his spiritual energy into his dantian, causing his spiritual pressure to surge as he unleashed a final palm strike at Qin Mo.

"boom!"

The spiritual energy transformed into a golden palm print, carrying the power of a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, and struck towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo threw out his right fist.

The force of the fist and the palm print collided in mid-air.

The blast wave caused surrounding trees to snap in two.

The palm print shattered.

Butler Zhou's right arm exploded from his shoulder, gushing out a spray of blood.

He knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his severed arm.

Qin Mo walked up to him and stepped on his shoulder, stomping him into the mud.

"I have no say in the rules of the Azure Dragon Sect."

He looked down at Butler Zhou and said indifferently, "But since you've taken the things, you have to finish the work."

Push off with your feet.

"Click."

Butler Zhou's chest collapsed and he stopped breathing.

Qin Mo stopped and turned to walk towards the edge of the cliff.

Cang Wuyue was still kneeling there, staring blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Let's go."

Qin Mo stood in front of her and extended his hand.

Cang Wuyue looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally put her hand in his palm.

Qin Mo helped her up.

"Can you walk?"

Cang Wuyue nodded and took a step when her legs went weak and she almost fell over.

Qin Mo sighed, bent down, and picked her up in his arms.

"Hello!"

Cang Wuyue's face flushed red. "What are you doing!"

"Can you walk by yourself?"

Cang Wuyue opened her mouth but didn't say anything in the end.

Qin Mo carried her and walked deeper into the woods.

The night wind carried away the stench of blood from the ground.

The river water still surged beneath the cliff behind us.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qin Mo stopped in front of a cave.

He put Cang Wuyue down and turned to check the cave entrance.

Cang Wuyue sat down against the stone wall and watched the masked man walk around the cave to make sure it was safe before coming out.

"I'll make do here for the night."

Qin Mo squatted down at the cave entrance and took out a few healing pills from his pocket, handing them over.

Cang Wuyue took the pill but didn't swallow it immediately; instead, she stared intently at him.

"Aren't you afraid I'll change my mind?"

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Change your mind?"

Cang Wuyue bit her lip.

"The top-grade Golden Spirit Iron is so precious. Now that my cultivation is completely ruined, you can kill me and steal it."

Qin Mo laughed out loud.

"Young lady, you're still quite sharp-minded."

He stood up and dusted off his sleeves.

"But I'm a man of principle. If I take something, I have to do it. Kill you? There's no need for that."

Cang Wuyue pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.

Just then.

Suddenly, a splashing sound came from outside the cave.

Qin Mo's face darkened and he turned around abruptly.

The river surface exploded.

A figure clad in dark red water armor rose from the riverbed, wielding a sword with crimson spiritual energy wrapped around its blade, and charged straight toward the cave.

It's Butler Zhou!

Cang Wuyue exclaimed in surprise, "He's not dead!"

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes.

Steward Zhou landed ten feet away from the cave entrance, his body soaked with sweat. His severed arm had been sealed by spiritual power, but the aura of a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage had not diminished but rather increased.

His dark red water armor gleamed with an eerie light, and a fist-sized blood-red gem was embedded in his chest, continuously pouring spiritual energy into his body.

"A superior defensive magic weapon!"

Cang Wuyue's face turned deathly pale.

Butler Zhou raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and stared intently at Qin Mo.

"Kid, do you think I, Zhou, am so easy to kill?"

He licked his lips and crossed his two swords in front of his chest.

"With this Blood Fiend Water Armor protecting me, even if I lose an arm, I can still kill you!"

Qin Mo didn't say anything.

He took out a pair of dark red boxing gloves from his pocket and slowly put them on his hands.

It was the Demon Blood Gauntlets that were seized from Li Cangsheng.

The moment the gloves were put on, dark red magic patterns lit up and spread down the arm to the shoulder.

Qin Mo clenched his fist and his knuckles cracked.

"A top-grade magic weapon, right?"

He lifted his foot and walked out of the cave, a smile curving his lips.

"I happen to have one too."