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

Leng Qingqiu didn't go far.

After an incense stick's time, the white sword light turned back from the west and landed on the cliff top again.

In the bushes, Qin Mo patted Cang Wuyue on the shoulder, signaling her not to move.

"Young Master Fang."

Leng Qingqiu's expression turned grim after landing. "There's no trace of demonic cultivators within thirty miles to the west. Are you sure he headed west?"

Fang Aoyun remained calm, closed his folding fan, and sighed, "I chased after him for half the distance when he suddenly turned around, perhaps realizing that his whereabouts had been exposed. My cultivation is limited, and I simply couldn't catch up."

Leng Qingqiu glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

She looked down at the corpses of the Azure Dragon Sect disciples on the ground and said coldly, "These people died here. I need to go to the Azure Dragon Sect to report this."

A glint flashed in Fang Aoyun's eyes.

"What a coincidence."

He cupped his hands and smiled, "I happen to be heading to the Azure Dragon Sect on this trip as well. If Miss Leng doesn't mind, the Fang family's flying boat is extremely fast, which is much less strenuous than using a short sword."

Leng Qingqiu did not respond.

"Miss Leng, don't worry too much."

Fang Aoyun took another half step back, adopting a humble posture, "To be honest, my ancestor emerged from seclusion last month and has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He is on his way to the Azure Dragon Sect to discuss the situation in the Eastern Continent. With my ancestor's reputation protecting him along the way, you will be safer."

Deep within the bushes, Cang Wuyue leaned close to Qin Mo's ear and whispered, "The Fang family patriarch at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage? The Fang family from Biluo City?"

Qin Mo remained silent, staring ahead.

Leng Qingqiu's lips moved, but she didn't nod in the end.

"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Fang."

She took a spare dagger from her ring. "I'll go by myself. Farewell."

With a tap of its toes, the white light rose into the air again, heading northeast towards the location of the Misty Sword Pavilion.

Fang Aoyun stood on the edge of the cliff, his gaze following the white figure for a long time.

Once the sword light had completely disappeared into the clouds, the gentle smile on his face vanished completely, and a sticky heat rose from his eyes.

"Hey... the Holy Maiden of the Misty Sword Pavilion."

Fang Aoyun licked her lips, her voice extremely low, "Such looks, such a figure..."

"Young master."

The black-clad guard on the right stepped forward, looking troubled. "The Misty Sword Pavilion has a profound foundation; this woman's identity..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Fang Aoyun tapped his palm with his folding fan, his face full of disdain. "She's lost her natal flying sword, her storage bracelet, and her magic robe. Now she's just a stray cat in the water. Once I catch up with her, I can just slip something into her tea, and I'm not afraid of her struggling."

He flipped his right hand, and a crimson-gold flying boat appeared in his palm. The boat was covered with spiritual patterns, about half a foot long, and its luster flowed.

"Superior-grade Thunderfire Flying Boat"

Fang Aoyun toyed with the small boat, grinning widely. "That broken short sword of hers, can it even match half the speed of this boat? We'll catch up sooner or later... Once I get my hands on it, I'll make her kneel..."

whoosh-

Something flew out of the air.

The gas shot out from the bushes, carrying a pungent, fishy odor, and its speed surprised everyone.

"Snapped!"

It was applied with perfect precision to Fang Aoyun's fair face.

It was dark green, sticky, and steaming.

It was made by mixing monster excrement with swampy mud.

Fang Aoyun froze.

The clump slid down the bridge of my nose, covering my mouth and eyes, and trickled down my chin into my collar.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Fang Aoyun bent over and dry heaved, her stomach churning, and she almost vomited up the fasting pill she had just taken.

The stench entered my nasal cavity and clung to the back of my tongue, impossible to shake off.

The two black-clad guards were also stunned. When they came to their senses, one of them tore off his outer robe and held it to Fang Aoyun's face.

"Young Master Fang, please taste it. Is it alright?"

Qin Mo, wearing a bronze mask, strode out of the bushes, his voice full of laughter.

Fang Aoyun wiped her face, opened her bloodshot eyes, and saw the bronze mask. Her pupils contracted sharply.

It was that masked man.

"You..." Fang Aoyun's voice cracked, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qin Mo, "You motherfucker..."

"Young Master Fang, the legitimate son of Biluo City, what did you just say? Drugged? Kneel?"

Qin Mo crossed his arms and tilted his head, "With that mouth of yours, if we don't gag it with something, you're going to ruin all the girls in the Eastern Continent."

Fang Aoyun's face contorted in pain.

He was the eldest son of the Fang family, a Nascent Soul family, and a Golden Core cultivator. Who had ever dared to humiliate him like this since he was a child?

"Kill him!"

Fang Aoyun's voice was so shrill it was off-key.

The two guards in black immediately took action.

The man on the left flicked his wrist, and a mid-grade spirit sword shot out from his sleeve, wrapped in spiritual light, aiming straight for Qin Mo's throat; the man on the right then conjured an iron shield, its spiritual patterns glowing, and the man and shield merged into one, crashing into Qin Mo's chest.

Qin Mo did not back down.

He stomped his left foot on the ground, channeling his Iron Bone Realm energy, and raised his hand to grab the sword light.

With his five fingers together, his palm gripped the sword tightly.

A burst of inspiration erupted, scattering fragments of light in all directions.

The mid-grade spirit sword hummed and vibrated in Qin Mo's palm, but the blade was stuck less than a line deep into his palm flesh.

"What?"

The guard's expression changed drastically, and he frantically poured his spiritual energy into the sword in an attempt to regain control.

Qin Mo tightened his knuckles.

"Snap!"

The sword split in two from the middle.

The shards clattered and fell to the ground.

Just as the guard charging from the right got within three feet, Qin Mo turned and delivered a precise elbow strike to the center of the iron shield.

A fist-sized dent appeared on the shield, and the entire shield, along with the person behind it, flew backward, crashing into two pine trees as thick as bowls before coming to a stop.

Half of his chest collapsed, and he stopped breathing.

Just as the guard on the left was about to turn and run, the broken half of the sword that Qin Mo had been holding popped out from between his fingers, and a cold light pierced through the back of his head and through his forehead.

The corpse stumbled forward two steps and fell at Fang Aoyun's feet.

It took less than three breaths.

Fang Aoyun's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

His face was covered in monster excrement, and his eyes held nothing but fear.

"You...do you even know what the Fang family is like...?"

"The Fang family of Biluo City, whose ancestor is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and whose eldest son is at the initial stage of the Golden Core stage."

Qin Mo walked towards him, step by step, "I heard everything you were playing for that girl just now, very clearly."

Fang Aoyun trembled all over, and reached into his sleeve with his right hand, grasping something.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

Fang Aoyun suddenly flipped his hand and threw it—the crimson gold flying boat didn't enlarge and rise into the air, but instead, another crimson bronze bell in his hand was smashed out.

The bronze bell expanded, growing to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in an instant. Flames surged from the bell's body, descending from the sky with intense heat.

"Die!"

Fang Aoyun roared, channeling his spiritual power, "This is my Fang family's Heaven-Burning Flame Bell, a mid-grade ultimate spiritual artifact! One furnace of fire and I'll burn you to ashes!"

The bronze bell fell and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

Flames shot into the sky, heat waves surged, and the rocks on the cliff top were baked red and cracked.

Fang Aoyun formed a hand seal, and a rune lit up. The flames on the bronze bell wall burned brighter and brighter, and began to pour into the bell.

He was panting heavily, and the mud remaining on his face had dried and crusted over due to the high temperature, leaving a crack.

"Still dare to be arrogant? I'll burn you to ashes!"

Fang Aoyun poured spiritual energy into the bronze bell with all his might.