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

Seventy-two sword shadows swirled in, their chilling aura cutting into faces.

Qin Mo did not dodge.

He roused his blood and crossed his arms in front of him, letting the countless silver sword lights strike his body.

ding ding-

A chorus of crisp, metallic sounds rang out.

The sword shadows shattered across the sky, and silvery-white specks of light fluttered down like snowflakes.

Leng Qingqiu paused in her steps.

Her flying sword struck Qin Mo at least seventeen times.

Shoulders, back, waist, ribs, and arms are the target areas.

But beneath that layer of clothing, not a single drop of blood was left on the skin.

"you……"

Qin Mo didn't give her a chance to finish.

With the power of a mid-stage Iron Bone Realm cultivator, he charged towards Leng Qingqiu in three steps.

Leng Qingqiu's flying sword swirled around to protect her, while Qin Mo's right palm formed a blade, slashing down at her wrist holding the sword.

"Bang!"

The flying sword slipped from his hand.

Leng Qingqiu made a hand seal with her left hand, and before her spiritual energy could condense into a move, Qin Mo's second slash had already struck her neck.

The force was precise, neither too light nor too heavy, striking the main vein exactly.

Leng Qingqiu's vision went black, and she fell forward.

Qin Mo grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"senior!"

Cang Wuyue propped herself up from behind the pile of rubble, her face filled with shock.

Qin Mo put Leng Qingqiu on the ground and clapped his hands.

"The Holy Maiden of the Misty Sword Pavilion, is that all?"

Cang Wuyue crawled over, looked at the unconscious woman in white on the ground, and swallowed hard: "She...is dead?"

I'm dizzy.

Qin Mo squatted down, took the silver-white flying sword from Leng Qingqiu's waist, and weighed it in his hand. "A high-grade spiritual weapon, and a specially nurtured natal flying sword at that. It's worth some money."

He then touched the jade bracelet on Leng Qingqiu's left wrist.

Words appeared on the wall of the chemical furnace, and he raised an eyebrow.

"A high-grade storage bracelet? The disciples of the Misty Sword Pavilion certainly have a wealthy family background."

Cang Wuyue opened her mouth, "Senior, this...this is someone from the Misty Sword Pavilion. What if they investigate..."

"She came to my door to attack me; I didn't kill her."

Qin Mo put away his flying sword and pointed to the white robe embroidered with snow lotus on Leng Qingqiu's body. "This outer robe has spirit-gathering array patterns, and the material isn't bad either. Take it off."

"what?"

Cang Wuyue was dumbfounded.

"I told you to strip me."

Qin Mo stood up, his back to her, and said, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Cang Wuyue hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, squatted down and began to work.

She took off Leng Qingqiu's outer robe and then took out two jade bottles, a Qiankun bag, and a silver hairpin hanging from her waist.

"And inside the boots."

Qin Mo didn't even turn his head.

"...Are they in the boots too?"

"There's a hidden compartment in the sole of her right boot; she must have been hiding something there."

Cang Wuyue did as instructed, and sure enough, she pulled out a thumb-sized, emerald-green jade talisman from the sole of her boot.

Qin Mo took it from Qin Mo and glanced at it: "The inner sect pass of the Misty Sword Pavilion. Keep it; it might come in handy later."

He tucked everything into his sleeve and glanced up at the eastern horizon.

There was a beam of light.

The three roads circled around from behind the eastern ridge, moving at a moderate speed, but heading straight this way.

"Someone's coming."

Qin Mo grabbed Cang Wuyue by the back of her collar. "Let's go."

The two slipped into the dense forest behind the cliff and hid deep in a thicket of bushes.

Qin Mo placed one hand on Cang Wuyue's shoulder, signaling her to be quiet.

Three streaks of light landed on the cliff top.

The leader was dressed in a brocade robe and wore a jade crown, holding a folding fan, with a face as beautiful as jade.

The two black-clad guards behind him were both at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

After landing, the man in the brocade robe glanced around and frowned when he saw the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

His gaze then fell on Leng Qingqiu, who was lying not far away.

The woman in white was only wearing a thin, close-fitting undergarment; her long hair was loose, and her face was stunningly beautiful.

The man in the brocade robe's pupils dilated, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly walked over.

"This young lady!"

He crouched down, reached out to check Leng Qingqiu's breath, and breathed a sigh of relief. "She's still alive."

"Young master, this woman is disheveled, and all her treasures have been taken from her. She has most likely been robbed by a demonic cultivator."

The guard on the left reported in a low voice.

"Um."

The man in the brocade robe tucked his folding fan into his waistband, took out an outer robe from his sleeve, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back, as if he was waiting for something.

Leng Qingqiu's eyelids twitched.

A few breaths later, she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing I saw was the face of a strange man, so close I could count his eyelashes.

"you……"

Leng Qingqiu shuddered and sat up abruptly, instinctively reaching for her waist.

The flying sword is gone.

The storage bracelet is gone.

The robes are gone.

Even one of their boots was taken off.

She looked down at the thin, translucent undergarment she was wearing, and her face flushed red, then turned ashen.

"Who do you think you are?!"

The man in the brocade robe quickly took a step back, raising his hands to indicate that he was harmless: "Please do not be alarmed, young lady. I am Fang Aoyun, the young master of the Fang family in Biluo City. I was passing by when I discovered a masked demon cultivator committing atrocities. It was I who intervened and forced him back, allowing you to escape danger."

Leng Qingqiu stared intently at him.

Fang Aoyun remained calm and spoke sincerely: "That demonic cultivator was extremely fast. I chased him for several miles but couldn't catch up. By the time I returned, he had already run away. The things on the young lady... I'm afraid they were taken by that person."

Leng Qingqiu clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked.

She remembered being knocked unconscious by the masked man's palm strike.

When she woke up, all her treasures were gone, her clothes were disheveled, and a strange man was beside her.

"You said you drove them away?"

"Exactly."

Fang Aoyun nodded. "That person was covered in demonic energy and wielded a pair of black gauntlets. His cultivation level was at least at the late Golden Core stage. I tried my best, but I could only force him back."

Leng Qingqiu remained silent for a few moments, then took out a set of spare clothes from her spatial ring and said coldly, "Turn around."

Fang Aoyun quickly turned around, a slight smile playing on her lips in a direction no one could see.

Deep within the bushes, Qin Mo could see everything clearly.

Cang Wuyue leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Senior, that person is lying..."

"nonsense."

Qin Mo's lips twitched beneath his mask. "Drive away the demonic cultivators? I'm still squatting here. What kind of demonic cultivators did he drive away?"

He stared at Fang Aoyun's sanctimonious face, and his stomach churned.

This kind of scum is even more disgusting than the Azure Dragon Sect, which openly robs people.

After changing her clothes, Leng Qingqiu walked around to Fang Aoyun and looked him over for a few moments.

"The heir of the Fang family? The Fang family of Biluo City?"

"Exactly."

Fang Aoyun cupped his hands in greeting, displaying his elegant demeanor, and asked, "May I ask how the young lady is addressed?"

Leng Qingqiu didn't answer. She turned around and took two steps toward the edge of the cliff, looking down at the corpses of the Canglong Sect members on the ground.

Masked man, Demon Blood Gauntlets, and Millennia-Old Purple Lingzhi Mushroom.

The coldness in her eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Young Master Fang."

Leng Qingqiu suddenly spoke.

"Please speak, young lady."

"Which direction did that masked demonic cultivator run off in?"

Fang Aoyun raised a finger and casually pointed west: "They went west, at an extremely fast speed."

Leng Qingqiu glanced to the west, then turned back to look at Fang Aoyun's two guards.

The two stood with their hands at their sides, their expressions unchanged.

Thank you.

Leng Qingqiu nodded, tapped her toes, and rode her sword into the air, heading west.

Fang Aoyun looked up at the departing white figure and licked her lips.

"The people of the Misty Sword Pavilion..." he muttered to himself, his tone tinged with regret.

Qin Mo stood up from the bushes and brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders.

Cang Wuyue also stood up, her expression strange: "Senior...she went west in pursuit of you."

"Can't catch up."

Qin Mo twisted his neck and took a step in the opposite direction. "Let's take this opportunity to repair your dantian first."

He paused, then glanced back in the direction Fang Aoyun had left.

"The Fang family of Biluo City?"

Cang Wuyue nodded: "The Fang family is an old and prestigious family in the Eastern Continent. The head of the Fang family is at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and this Fang Aoyun is the eldest son, with a cultivation level at the early stage of the Golden Core realm... Senior, do you know him?"

Qin Mo shook his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask.

"I don't know him. But I'll run into someone like that again sooner or later."