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

Cang Wuyue knelt on the gravel ground, her eyes fixed on the purple Ganoderma lucidum in Qin Mo's palm.

Its entire body is purple-jade colored, with nine mushroom caps layered on top of each other, each trembling slightly in the still wind, emitting a spiritual energy as thick as liquid.

Cang Wuyue's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

She had seen a purple lingzhi mushroom that had lasted for ten thousand years.

Deep within the treasure vault of the Azure Dragon Sect, there is a plant enshrined, locked by three layers of Nascent Soul level restrictions, which even her father, when he was alive, had no right to access.

The spiritual energy of that Ganoderma lucidum was far inferior to that of the one in Qin Mo's hand.

impossible.

The entire Eastern Continent couldn't even gather three of them, so how did they end up in the hands of a masked man of unknown origin?

"Who exactly are you?"

Cang Wuyue's voice was hoarse.

Qin Mo tucked the lingzhi into his sleeve without answering her question.

"Token".

Cang Wuyue paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth, reached into her chest pocket with her right hand, and pulled out a palm-sized, dark black ancient token.

The card is engraved with a soaring dragon, with a dark golden spirit pattern array eye embedded in the dragon's head. It feels cold to the touch and heavy to the touch.

"This is the order of the Azure Dragon Ancestor."

Cang Wuyue held the token above her head with both hands. "My father took it from the remains of the founding ancestor of the Canglong Sect."

Qin Mo took it and flipped through it; a line of words appeared on the furnace wall.

He remained silent, waiting for Cang Wuyue to speak for herself.

"The holder of the token can pass through all the protective formations of the Azure Dragon Sect without triggering any restrictions."

Cang Wuyue's voice was still trembling, "The treasure vault, the spirit field, the scripture pavilion, the ancestral hall, all places are unobstructed."

Qin Mo tightened his grip on the token.

"You mean, with this metal plaque, I can go wherever I want?"

"right."

Cang Wuyue wiped the blood from her face. "Why did my uncle want to kill me? It's because this thing was in my hands, and he couldn't sleep soundly. Who knows if I'll sneak back one day and empty his lair?"

Qin Mo twitched the corner of his mouth behind the mask.

The Azure Dragon Sect has a history of over a thousand years. How thick is the treasure trove in its treasury?

The cost of those nine Xuan Tie warships alone would be enough to feed a small sect for three generations.

Moreover, with Cang Jiuyou dead and Cang Wuji blown away and his whereabouts unknown, the sect was leaderless and in the most chaotic state.

Take this token and sneak in...

Qin Mo took a deep breath and suppressed the surging thoughts.

Are you familiar with the internal structure of the Azure Dragon Sect?

Cang Wuyue nodded: "I grew up in there, and I can find my way out of every secret passage and every warehouse with my eyes closed."

"How many layers of restrictions are there in the treasure vault?"

"Three layers. The outer two layers are extensions of the sect's protective formation, which the ancestral master's token can pass through directly. The innermost layer is a bloodline lock, which only recognizes the direct bloodline of the Cang family."

Cang Wuyue glanced at him, "My blood can be opened."

Qin Mo put the token into his sleeve, his mind already racing.

The Azure Dragon Sect is currently beset by internal strife and external losses. Its Nascent Soul Ancestor has perished, its warships have been destroyed, and Cang Wuji is preoccupied with his own affairs.

If we take Cang Wuyue and sneak in through the secret passage, we can use the Ancestral Master's Decree to evade the great formation, and then use her blood to open the treasure vault...

"Let's heal the wounds first."

Qin Mo took out the ten-thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma lucidum and handed it to her, "Eat this, and it will take at least three days to rebuild your dantian and meridians. Once you can stand up, take me to the Azure Dragon Sect."

Cang Wuyue received the Ganoderma lucidum with trembling hands, her ten fingers clenching so tightly that her knuckles cracked.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. Finally, she kowtowed deeply.

"Thank you so much, senior. I would gladly give my life..."

Don't give me that.

Qin Mo waved his hand, "You owe me, you can pay me back slowly later. First, turn over these corpses on the ground and see if there's anything valuable left."

Cang Wuyue sniffed, wiped away her tears, and crawled toward Steward Zhou's corpse despite the pain all over her body.

Qin Mo stood on the edge of the cliff, stroking the Ancestral Master's Token in his hand, the night wind making the edge of the mask buzz.

Azure Dragon Sect.

"Just wait and see."

He muttered something under his breath.

Just then, a white light streaked across the eastern horizon.

It moved so fast it tore through the clouds in the night sky, its sword energy sharp and carrying a chilling aura as it plummeted towards the cliff top.

"Bang!"

The white light fell to the ground, scattering pebbles everywhere.

The weeds along the cliff edge were leveled by the sword wind, and a woman in white stood in the center.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, her face was like ice, and a long, silver-white sword hung at her waist, its scabbard engraved with a half-open snow lotus.

Her gaze swept over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, then landed on the ancient purple lingzhi mushroom that Qin Mo hadn't yet put away.

In the darkness, the shimmering purple light emitted by the purple lingzhi mushroom clearly illuminated half of Qin Mo's mask.

"A ten-thousand-year-old purple lingzhi?"

The woman in white's voice was clear and cold, like spring water striking stone.

She glanced down at the nearest corpse, her gaze darkening.

"People from the Azure Dragon Sect."

Qin Mo's brow twitched.

"You wear a mask, and your body is shrouded in demonic energy..." The woman in white's hand was already on the hilt of her sword. "A demonic cultivator who kills and steals medicine?"

"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood."

Cang Wuyue propped herself up beside the corpse, her voice weak, "This senior was the one who saved me, and these people are traitors from the Canglong Sect who were hunting me down..."

"Shut up."

The woman in white glanced at her coldly. "Your meridians are all shattered, and you're barely breathing. There's a masked man standing next to you, clutching a ten-thousand-year-old elixir. There are five corpses lying on the ground, all of them inner disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect."

She paused, then continued, "Even if the Azure Dragon Sect is at its worst, it's still a righteous sect in the Eastern Continent. But you, masked man, can't even conceal the murderous aura emanating from your demonic blood gauntlets. What kind of story are you trying to fabricate?"

Qin Mo looked down at the Demon Blood Gauntlets on his hand and was speechless.

This thing was taken from Li Cangsheng of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and its demonic energy is indeed suffocatingly strong.

Before he could even rebuild his demon-repelling abilities, he was already being mistaken for a demonic cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, which sect do you belong to?"

Qin Mo raised his hand. "Let's clarify things first."

"The Misty Sword Pavilion, the Cold Autumn."

The woman in white announced her name without the slightest hesitation, "You don't need to delay. Today, when you run into me, it's your death day."

Cang Wuyue panicked: "Miss Leng, listen to me, he really isn't..."

"laugh--"

A silver-white sword light was drawn from its sheath.

Leng Qingqiu drew her sword with lightning speed, without any warning. A milky white halo condensed at the tip of the sword, exploding into countless afterimages in the night sky.

One sword strike, transforming into nine paths.

The nine phantoms then transformed into thirty-six more.

A dense array of sword shadows swirled towards Qin Mo from all directions, covering all escape routes within a ten-zhang radius.

"The Ethereal Illusionary Sword Technique!"

Cang Wuyue's expression changed drastically. "Senior, be careful! This is the signature technique of the Misty Sword Pavilion, a combination of illusion and reality. If you can't break the illusion, you can't dodge the real sword!"

Qin Mo did not back down.

He won't need his Qiankun Dharma Eye for more than a few breaths, but his physical perception at the mid-stage of the Iron Bone Realm is already sufficient.

Of the thirty-six sword shadows, only three truly carried killing intent; the rest were illusions condensed from spiritual energy.

"puff--"

Qin Mo sidestepped one attack, raised his arm to parry another, and the last one pierced his back.

The sword tip struck the spine tempered by the Iron Bone Realm, producing a crisp metallic clang and sparks flying everywhere.

Leng Qingqiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Qin Mo turned around, revealing a tear in the back of his clothes, leaving only a white mark on his skin, without even a drop of blood.

"Are you done talking?"

Qin Mo patted the tattered cloth off his shoulder, his tone already tinged with anger: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I've already said it's a misunderstanding, are your ears just for decoration?"

Leng Qingqiu raised an eyebrow, flipped her wrist, and the flying sword spun around, its spiritual power surging.

"His body withstood my sword strike and he survived; it truly is the evil body-tempering technique of the Demonic Sect."

Her voice grew even colder, "If I don't kill you today, you'll harm even more of my comrades in the future."

"This is outrageous!"

Qin Mo laughed angrily, clenching his fist. "You're so stubborn, aren't you? Then don't blame me for being impolite."

With a flick of Leng Qingqiu's sword technique, countless sword shadows converged once more, transforming from thirty-six to seventy-two, layering together to form a silver-white sword net that trapped Qin Mo in the very center.

The sword net contracted, each sword shadow humming and trembling, exuding a chilling aura.

Qin Mo stood in the center of the sword net, his blood surging, and his knuckles cracking.

"The Misty Sword Pavilion?"

He stared at the stunningly beautiful face opposite him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine, let's see if your lousy sword net can stop me."