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

A section of the long incense stick in front of the coffin broke off, and the ashes fell into the bronze incense burner.

No one spoke again at the sacrificial plaza.

The six Nascent Soul elders stood on either side of the high platform, their faces increasingly grim.

The group exchanged glances, but none of them dared to make the first move.

Cang Juexing couldn't help but shout, "Nonsense! If the Fang family had produced a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, how could the major sects of the Eastern Continent not have received the news?"

Qin Mo closed his folding fan.

"Our ancestor only emerged from seclusion last night. Do we still need to send an invitation to your Azure Dragon Sect first?"

"you……"

"Investigate if you want."

Qin Mo hung the Crown Prince's Token back on his waist and raised his hand to point around.

"By the way, tell my patriarch that his chosen heir was surrounded by a group of people with swords as soon as he arrived at the Azure Dragon Sect. The young sect leader even tried to break my legs and lock me in the dungeon."

The disciples surrounding the battle platform held their swords firmly and remained still.

Several Golden Core deacons also looked towards Cang Wuji.

Cang Wuji pressed down on the armrest of the seat, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He had been in seclusion for many years and had met the patriarch of the Fang family several times.

That old man is nearing the end of his life and has been reluctant to show himself.

If he truly reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage at this time, the Fang family's actions of withholding spiritual materials and blocking trade routes would be explained.

An elder in a gray robe took half a step forward.

"Sect Master, what this boy says may not be true. Let's capture him first, and then send someone to Biluo City to investigate."

"Come."

Qin Mo pulled open his sleeves and spread his hands in front of him.

"My life tablet is in the Fang family ancestral hall. Would you all like to take a gamble and see if the Fang family patriarch will come knocking with his magical artifacts after I die here?"

The gray-robed elder's Adam's apple bobbed, and he pulled his foot back.

Cang Wuji raised his hand and said, "All of you, step back."

"metropolitan!"

"Step back!"

Several deacons put away the magical artifacts.

The surrounding disciples also made way for them.

Qin Mo stepped off the teleportation platform and led Cang Wuyue straight to the high platform.

Cangjue Star blocked the way in the middle of the long road.

"Who let you come up here?"

Qin Mo didn't stop walking.

"Get out of the way."

"Fang Aoyun, don't push your luck!"

"Your father hasn't given the order, so who gives you the right to stop me?"

Cang Juexing pressed his hand on the sword hilt, his shoulders tensing for a few breaths.

Cang Wuji's gaze fell upon him, and he could only grit his teeth and step aside.

Qin Mo walked up to the platform, glanced at the seats on both sides, and went straight to the main guest seat to the right of Cang Wuji.

He lifted his shirt and sat down.

An elder slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"This is the funeral of the Azure Dragon Sect's patriarch; how dare you sit in the seat of honor?"

Qin Mo leaned back in his chair and tapped his folding fan twice on his lap.

"The Fang family patriarch has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. I, as the heir of the Fang family, have come to visit. Shouldn't this position be reserved for me?"

"You're here to collect a debt, not to offer condolences!"

If we bump into him, we'll give him a ride.

Qin Mo looked at the coffin in the center of the square.

"When people move to their ancestral homeland, the debts they owe are not buried along with it."

The elder's face twitched a few times.

Cang Wuji stared at Qin Mo.

"You keep bringing up old grievances, what exactly do you want?"

"The three batches of spiritual materials that Sect Master Cang mentioned earlier, as well as the two trade routes that were blocked by the Fang family."

Qin Mo opened the folding fan and gently waved it a few times.

"That was the interest that the Azure Dragon Sect paid first."

Cang Wuji tightened his grip even more.

"Interest?"

"Over the years, the Azure Dragon Sect has been suppressing the Fang family's prices and has even used the power of the Nine Nether Ancestor to interfere in Biluo City's business. The account books are in my father's hands, and not a single penny has been lost."

Qin Mo looked down at the audience.

"I came here first, just to confirm one thing. How much wealth does the Azure Dragon Sect have left? Is it enough to pay off its debts?"

"Fang Aoyun!"

Cang Jue Xing took a step forward.

"When our sect had ten Nascent Soul elders guarding the Eastern Continent, your Fang family didn't even dare to approach Azure Dragon Mountain. Now that the sect has encountered misfortune, you come to kick it while it's down. Do you really think the Azure Dragon Sect is without anyone left?"

Qin Mo turned to look at him.

"They drew their swords quite quickly, but unfortunately, none of them dared to bring them down."

Cang Juexing's jaw tightened.

Qin Mo then looked at Cang Wuji.

"Sect Master Cang, how many more days can you maintain this facade?"

Cang Wuji paused for a moment.

The six Nascent Soul elders on the high platform all frowned, but none of them made a move.

With Cang Jiuyou's fall, the sect's protective formation was damaged, and the other elders are still in seclusion healing their wounds.

If the Fang family patriarch has truly reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, killing Fang Aoyun today would lead to another major battle for the Canglong Sect.

Cang Wuji lowered his voice.

"Since my nephew has come on behalf of the Fang family, our clan will naturally give the Fang family an explanation."

"Father!"

"Shut up."

Cang Juexing's chest heaved, and he could only retreat to his original position.

Cang Wuji instructed, "Add incense for Young Master Fang. After the funeral, please invite him to the Azure Dragon Hall for a detailed discussion."

"Let's skip the detailed discussion."

Qin Mo raised his folding fan and pointed to Cang Wuyue behind him.

"My guards and I were attacked along the way, so let's arrange accommodations first. I'll stay at the Azure Dragon Sect for a few days until the account books are delivered."

Cang Wuji's gaze fell on Cang Wuyue's covered face.

"This guard is seriously injured, why is he refusing to see anyone?"

Cang Wuyue's hand, hidden in her sleeve, gripped the fabric.

Qin Mo placed the folding fan between the two of them.

"What injuries did the Fang family suffer that fall under the jurisdiction of the Cang Sect?"

The two stared at each other for a few breaths.

Cang Wuji looked away first.

"Someone, prepare Tingfeng Courtyard and invite Young Master Fang to move in."

Qin Mo stood up, took three incense sticks from his disciple, and walked to the coffin to insert them into the incense burner.

"The funeral will proceed as planned."

He turned around and sat back in the seat of honor.

"We'll settle accounts with the living after Ancestor Cang enters the ancestral land."

Hundreds of Canglong Sect disciples lowered their heads.

The bell rang again, but no one on the platform could laugh anymore.

Tens of thousands of miles away, at the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

The stone gate of the cave rose, and Xiao Tianci walked through the scattered pebbles into the welcoming hall.

Two rows of servants knelt down to pay their respects.

He raised his hand to straighten his clothes and asked, "Has the Shangguan family arrived yet? How are the wedding preparations going?"

No one answered in front of the hall.

Xiao Tianci stopped in his tracks.

"Are they all mute?"

A deacon stepped forward carrying a wooden box, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Young Master, Miss Shangguan has sent someone to deliver something."

Xiao Tianci glanced at the wooden box.

"She's finally willing to back down? Give it to me."

The deacon placed the wooden box and a letter on the table.

"This is a letter announcing the annulment of the engagement."

Xiao Tianci's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Say it again.

"Miss Shangguan wants to annul the engagement. She also said that from today onwards, the marriage between the two families is null and void."

The paper was torn by Xiao Tianci's grip.

"What's in that box?"

The deacon lowered his head.

"Elder Blood Butcher."

Xiao Tianci opened the box.

A human head rolled to the edge of the table. Blood Butcher's eyes were still open, and a sword wound remained between his brows.

Xiao Tianci's old chest wound reopened, and blood quickly soaked through his clothes.

"Shangguan Yue..."

He raised his hand and overturned the long table.

The wooden box crashed into a stone pillar, and Blood Butcher's head rolled down the steps.

The servants inside the palace lay prostrate on the ground, none daring to move.

Xiao Tianci's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar slammed into the roof of the palace, shaking down a cloud of dust.

"Order the Punishment Hall to recall all elders!"

He stomped on the letter annulment.

"Yunyu Palace, and Qin Mo, neither of them will live!"

"I will personally tear this man to pieces!"