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

The Heavenly Flame Bell is three zhang tall, entirely crimson, with flames bursting forth from its walls, scorching the surrounding vegetation to ash and cracking the stone surface.

Fang Aoyun gripped the incantation tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and gritted his teeth as he poured the last bit of spiritual power into the bell.

Zhong Li, Qin Mo stood still.

Flames surged in from all sides, burning against his clothes.

The corners of the robe were charred from the heat, but the skin and flesh forged by the Iron Bone Realm were completely unaffected.

The temperature inside the bell surged upwards, and scalding hot air rushed towards me, like a hot breeze.

Qin Mo stretched and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mid-grade limit?"

He glanced at the crimson patterns surging on the inner wall, clenched his fist, and his blood and qi surged up from his spine, filling his entire arm with the physical power of a mid-stage Iron Bone Realm cultivator.

That's all there is to it.

He threw a punch.

"Thump!"

A fist-shaped protrusion appeared from the outside of the bell wall, causing the firelight to flicker.

Fang Aoyun was feeling smug when the prominent fist mark cleaved his smile in two.

"How……"

The second punch.

"Thump!"

Another bulge appeared on the bell wall.

The third punch, the fourth punch.

The continuous muffled sounds were like the beating of drums, and the entire Burning Heaven Bell trembled in place. A dozen or so fist-shaped marks appeared on the bell wall, and the surface of the red copper alloy was covered with cracks.

Fang Aoyun's lips trembled as she desperately channeled her spiritual power to keep the magic weapon running.

One of the fire patterns on the clock face dimmed, and its brightness visibly decreased.

"Impossible! This is a mid-grade, top-tier spiritual weapon... how could this be..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A low shout came from inside the bell.

"break."

"boom--!"

The entire Burning Heaven Flame Bell exploded from the inside.

Copper fragments, still wreathed in embers, flew in all directions like exploding sparks of fire. The fragments pierced tree trunks, embedded themselves in rock walls, and were scattered all over the ground.

Fang Aoyun screamed and crossed his arms to protect himself. A large piece of debris hit his forearm bone, and he was thrown away by the shockwave. He crashed into a stone pillar and slid to the ground.

He lay on the pile of rubble and looked up.

After the flames died down, Qin Mo stood still.

The robe had several holes burned in it, revealing a layer of intact skin underneath.

There wasn't even a single scorch mark.

Fang Aoyun's pupils constricted.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Qin Mo lowered his head, patted the dust off the corner of his robe, took a step forward, and was in front of Fang Aoyun in the blink of an eye.

"Young Master Fang, what did you just say? Burn to ashes?"

Fang Aoyun slid his buttocks backward, his back pressed against the gravel, with nowhere left to retreat.

His face was covered in a crust of demonic dung and mud, with a crack underneath revealing pale, fleshy skin.

"Please spare me, senior!"

Fang Aoyun's knees buckled, and he knelt down, his head hitting the gravel on the ground, causing blood to seep from his forehead.

"This lowly person is blind and ignorant, utterly blind, unaware that you are a divine being..."

Qin Mo didn't reply, but looked down at him.

Fang Aoyun kowtowed even more fiercely, and the words he uttered became increasingly shameless.

"Grandpa, my ancestor, I, Fang Aoyun, am just a worthless piece of trash. Please be magnanimous and treat me like a dog on the street, just kick me aside..."

"Oh?"

Qin Mo tilted his head. "Those words you just said to Leng Qingqiu, were they spoken by a dog too?"

Fang Aoyun was stunned.

"I……"

"Drug her, make her kneel, right?"

Qin Mo crouched down, his gaze beneath the mask falling on Fang Aoyun's face. "Young Master Fang's hobbies are quite unique. Is this how the Fang family of Biluo City raises their sons?"

Fang Aoyun trembled all over, her mind racing.

Suddenly, he looked up and pointed towards the bushes.

"Senior! It's her! That woman from the Azure Dragon Sect lured me here! She's colluding with the Demonic Sect, she..."

Qin Mo was too lazy to listen.

Lift your right foot and then lower it.

"Pfft."

Fang Aoyun's voice cut off completely.

His head was stomped into the rubble at the top of the cliff, and the dull thud of his broken neck echoed in the wind.

Behind the bushes, Cang Wuyue stood frozen in place.

She witnessed the whole thing.

The man wearing the bronze mask emerged from the fire bell without a single hair broken, and the young master of the Fang family of Biluo City couldn't even last a single round under his feet.

Qin Mo bent down and reached his right hand toward Fang Aoyun's chest.

With a snap of his fingers and a twist of spiritual energy, he pulled a reddish-yellow golden core from the shattered dantian.

Its body is translucent, containing a thick layer of earth elemental energy, and its surface is covered with a layer of dark gold patterns.

"Earth attribute".

Qin Mo tossed the golden pill around and put it into his sleeve. "Another one."

He straightened up, took the heir's token of the Fang family of Biluo City from Fang Aoyun's waist, flipped it over a couple of times, and then picked up the crimson-gold thunderfire flying boat.

He then removed the bronze mask from his face.

Cang Wuyue emerged from behind the bushes, about to speak.

Qin Mo's facial muscles twitched, and his bones made a faint creaking sound.

The facial features were distorted inch by inch: the forehead narrowed, the bridge of the nose raised, and the jawline sharpened.

A dozen or so breaths later, a face exactly like Fang Aoyun's appeared in front of her.

Cang Wuyue's mouth remained open for a long time.

"S-Senior, what's wrong with you...?"

"The Bone-Changing Furnace" reshapes and reconstructs the body.

Qin Mo moved his jaw slightly, picked up Fang Aoyun's folding fan and gestured with it a couple of times, "From now on, I am the heir of the Fang family of Biluo City."

Cang Wuyue took a half step back, her mind still reeling from the scene she had just witnessed.

Qin Mo tossed her a black outer robe.

"Change into these. You are now Prince Fang's attendant."

"Attendants?"

Cang Wuyue caught the clothes.

"Leng Qingqiu headed northeast, towards the Misty Sword Pavilion."

Qin Mo tore off Fang Aoyun's brocade robe and put it on himself, straightening his collar. "Young Master Fang just said he was going to the Azure Dragon Sect, which is convenient for us. Let's catch up with that Holy Maiden of the Misty Sword Pavilion and confirm our identities first."

Cang Wuyue was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening: "Senior wants to use Fang Aoyun's identity to infiltrate the Canglong Sect?"

"Didn't you want to save your mother? The Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token can pass through the sect's protective formation, but to enter the core of the treasure vault, you still need your bloodline."

Qin Mo dusted off his hands. "The Fang family and the Azure Dragon Sect already have business dealings. Who would suspect anything if Young Master Fang came to visit?"

Cang Wuyue was stunned for several moments, then suddenly knelt down.

"Thank you so much, senior..."

"Stop kneeling, change your clothes."

Qin Mo interrupted her, brandishing the crimson-gold flying boat in his hand, "You know how to use this?"

"meeting."

Cang Wuyue gritted her teeth and stood up, quickly changed into black clothes, and tied up her loose hair.

She took the flying boat, and with a burst of spiritual power, the crimson-gold flying boat was thrown into the air. In an instant, it expanded into a thunderfire boat more than ten feet long, with spiritual patterns lighting up and arcs of lightning dancing on its body.

Qin Mo gathered the corpses of Fang Aoyun and the two guards together, and with a flick of his palm fireball spell, the three corpses, along with the broken armor and iron fragments, turned to ashes in the flames.

"Walk."

He leaped onto the flying boat.

Cang Wuyue landed at the stern of the boat and activated the flight array by forming hand seals.

"laugh--"

The Thunderfire Flying Boat transformed into a streak of crimson-gold lightning, tearing through the night and hurtling towards the northeast.

Qin Mo stood at the bow of the boat, while Fang Aoyun wore a faint smile on his handsome face.

A folding fan was tucked into his waistband, his hair was bound with a jade crown, and the heir apparent's token was kept close to his body.

The Holy Maiden of the Misty Sword Pavilion lost her natal flying sword and now flies using a replacement short sword, which limits her speed.

It wouldn't be difficult for this superior-grade Thunderfire Flying Boat to catch up.