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

Qin Mo put the white jade box into his sleeve, stood up, and patted the dust off his knees.

Top-grade Golden Spirit Iron, a good item.

The work is done, time to go.

Cang Wuji, that old bastard, is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he has a group of Nascent Soul protectors and nine warships under his command.

Should he go and provoke them now?

It's no different from hitting a rock with an egg.

Moreover, he also had to attend the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference three days later and maintain the secret identity of the Pill King.

Getting caught up in the internal strife of the Azure Dragon Sect and having your identity exposed would be truly fatal.

So, I slipped away.

Before dawn, hurry back to Yunxia Town.

"senior……"

A hoarse female voice came from behind me.

Cang Wuyue was still kneeling on the edge of the cliff, her face stained with blood and tears, which had dried in the night wind.

"My mother is still on the mountainside. She took the Life-Burning Pill and fought desperately with Steward Han. I don't know what she's like now..."

Qin Mo paused for a moment.

He did hear the sounds of fighting; the booming sounds that had come from afar hadn't stopped.

Zhao swallowed the Life-Burning Pill, which allowed her to hold her own for a short time, but once the pill was used up, she would be completely exhausted.

"Your uncle is a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Qin Mo turned and glanced at her. "Even if I take care of Butler Han, there's still your uncle behind me. With my current cultivation level, I'd be easy prey if I encountered a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Cang Wuyue bit her lip, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't have enough Golden Spirit Iron, I'll tell you all the secret treasures of the Azure Dragon Sect that I know of, I..."

It's not a matter of whether it's enough or not.

Qin Mo waved his hand.

He's not heartless.

His strength is undeniable; if he went, he would only be risking his life.

A mid-stage Iron Bone Realm cultivator is more than capable of reaching the Golden Core stage, but what about the Nascent Soul stage?

One hand could crush him into dust.

Just as he was hesitating whether to give the girl a few healing pills and leave, a buzzing sound suddenly came from his feet.

"Sizzle—"

Qin Mo lowered his head.

A gray talisman lit up around the waist of the corpse lying on the edge of the cliff, its light flashing intermittently.

Transmission talisman.

"Seventh of the Week".

A deep, steady male voice emerged from the talisman, carrying the disdain characteristic of someone in a superior position: "Is the matter resolved?"

Cang Wuyue froze on the spot, her face drained of color.

Qin Mo and she exchanged a glance.

He bent down and took the communication talisman from the corpse's belt.

"Zhou Qi, I'm asking you a question, are you mute?"

The tone on the other end became slightly more subdued.

Qin Mo pinched the communication talisman and smacked his lips.

"You, surnamed Zhou, won't be able to reply to me anymore."

There was a brief silence on the other end.

"Who are you?"

"Passerby".

Qin Mo leaned against a broken tree by the cliff edge, his tone excessively casual, "I saw a few dogs chasing a little girl when I was passing by, so I just took care of them. What, do you people from the Azure Dragon Sect all enjoy a bunch of grown men ganging up on a junior whose cultivation has been crippled?"

There was silence on the other end of the communication talisman for several breaths.

"Wow...what audacity!"

Cang Wuji's voice was very low, but it carried a chilling smile.

"No moon."

He changed his tone, becoming gentler, "Uncle knows you're over there."

Cang Wuyue clenched her fists, her whole body trembling.

"Don't be afraid, your uncle isn't here to make things difficult for you."

Cang Wuji sighed, "As long as you return the thing Father left behind, I'll forgive and forget everything. We're family after all, blood relatives, why make things like this?"

"fart."

Cang Wuyue's voice cracked, "Where's my mother? What did you do to her?"

"Your mother—"

Suddenly, a shrill female voice came from the communication talisman.

The voice was sharp and piercing, filled with screams and howls, and the person was struggling violently, their throat about to crack.

Cang Wuyue's pupils suddenly dilated.

"mother!"

"Did you hear that?"

Cang Wuji resumed his calm tone, "Your mother is still breathing. How long she lives depends on whether you cooperate."

"Let her go!"

Cang Wuyue crawled forward two steps, her knees hitting the gravel without her noticing.

"Bring the stuff, and bring that piece of trash who killed my man too."

Cang Wuji's voice suddenly turned cold, "I want to see her within half a day. Otherwise... every hour that passes, your mother will lose a finger."

"Cang Wuji! You beast!"

Then, Zhao's even more pitiful screams came from the other end of the communication channel.

Then, the spiritual energy fluctuations dissipated, and the transmission ceased.

The night wind surged up from below the cliff, sweeping away the stench of blood, leaving only Cang Wuyue kneeling on the spot, his shoulders trembling.

Qin Mo put the communication talisman into his sleeve and stared at the back of the girl's head for a moment.

"Listen to me."

He crouched down, looking Cang Wuyue in the eye. "Your uncle is the kind of person who never tells the truth. The fact that he uses your mother to control you means that what you have is more important than your mother's life. Even if you send the person and the thing over, he won't release them."

Cang Wuyue looked up with tears streaming down her face, her eyes bloodshot.

"Then what should I do?"

Her voice was almost squeezed out from her throat, "That's my mother..."

Qin Mo opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say the words "I'll help you".

He can't help.

He couldn't risk his life to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

"...Let me think about it."

He stood up, turned around, and walked towards the body of Steward Zhou.

There might be some clues on this person, such as the location of the warship and Cang Wuji's whereabouts. We need to find out about these things first.

He squatted down and rummaged through the inner pockets of Butler Zhou.

Behind him, Cang Wuyue stared at his back, her emotions shifting repeatedly.

She slowly reached her right hand into the hidden pocket inside her breast lining and touched a black pill sealed with wax.

Those were things she took from the hidden compartment of Cangjue Star before she fled Canglong Sect.

The Enchanting Incense of the Netherworld Cult.

It is colorless and odorless. Once it spreads, even a Golden Core cultivator cannot withstand it, as their spiritual power will be sealed for half an hour.

She kept it to save her life.

She never imagined she would use it on her savior.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the stone surface.

"……sorry."

She tightened her grip, and the wax coating shattered.

The grayish-white powder silently dispersed into the night wind, drifting towards Qin Mo's back, who was crouching three steps away.

Qin Mo felt a pang of sadness as an indescribable sweet and fishy smell entered his airway.

"What—"

The spiritual energy in his dantian was locked up in that instant.

The strength in his limbs receded like the tide, his knees gave way, and he fell backward to the ground.

He turned his head away.

Cang Wuyue stood three steps away, her right hand still covered in black shell powder, her face streaked with tears.

Qin Mo tried to get up by supporting himself on the ground, but his arms felt as limp as cotton.

"You fucking..."

"Senior, I'm sorry."

Cang Wuyue bit her lower lip, her voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible, "I only have my mother left... I have no other choice..."

She bent down to pick up the butler's corset strap from the ground and walked step by step behind Qin Mo.

The Qiankun Furnace within Qin Mo's body was slightly warm, and the Qiankun Qi was surging to fight against the invading toxins.

But it's too slow; it will take at least another fifteen minutes to break free.

"If you go to his doorstep, he'll kill you too."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth. "Cang Wuyue, use your brain."

Cang Wuyue paused for a moment.

But that piercing scream still echoed in her mind.

She closed her eyes and wrapped the rope around Qin Mo's wrist.

"We should still try."