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

Outside Tingfeng Courtyard, the patrolling disciples had already walked back and forth three times.

Qin Mo sat at the table, a folding fan resting on his lap.

"Cang Wuji really thinks highly of me, with six Foundation Establishment guards and a Golden Core cultivator hiding in the shadows."

Cang Wuyue took off his hood and glanced out the window through the crack.

"He's probably targeting me."

"He recognized you?"

"No. But he's a suspicious person by nature, and he'll definitely investigate the guards you brought when he gets back."

Qin Mo tapped on the table.

"We don't have much time left. Where is the treasure trove?"

Cang Wuyue came to the table and drew a few lines with her tea.

"The entrance to the back mountain of Dragon Head Peak is hidden beneath the Dragon Suppression Stele. There are thirteen killing formations outside, and two Nascent Soul elders take turns guarding it."

"Who will guard this place today?"

"Azure Crane".

Cang Wuyue said in a low voice, "He is someone left behind by my father. When my uncle seized power, he neither showed up nor sided with my uncle. I can't figure out his attitude."

"Then don't touch it."

Qin Mo closed his folding fan.

"Relocate the guards from the mountain, and leave the rest to me."

Cang Wuyue looked out the door.

"I still have a group of old subordinates within the clan. They've always been suppressed by my uncle and haven't had a good life."

"Can we believe it?"

"Some of them had received kindness from my mother."

"Spread the word, make a big fuss."

Qin Mo placed the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token on the table.

"Cang Wuji sent people to keep an eye on Tingfeng Courtyard today. If he receives news of something happening elsewhere, he may not necessarily withdraw his people."

"Then I'll give him a reason he has no choice but to go."

Cang Wuyue took out an inconspicuous wooden plaque and stuffed it into the bottom of the teapot.

Not long after, there was a knocking sound at the courtyard gate.

"Young Master Fang, the kitchen has sent over some spirit tea."

"Come in."

An elderly hunchbacked servant carried a food box into the house.

He closed the door and immediately straightened his back.

Upon seeing Cang Wuyue's face clearly, the old servant slammed the food box in his hand onto the table.

"Young Master..."

"Uncle Yu, keep your voice down."

The old servant opened his mouth, his throat bobbing several times before he finally managed to suppress his voice.

"I've been searching for you for three months. Everyone outside says you're dead, and that your wife..."

"My mother is still alive."

Cang Wuyue interrupted him.

"I can't find out where Cang Wuji has imprisoned her yet. I need you to contact the former Zhenshan Guard and make a commotion at West Peak tonight at 11 PM."

Yu Ce immediately shook his head.

"The Zhenshan Guard has been dismantled, and we can only contact about twenty people. With just these few, we can't rescue the Madam."

"Who gave you permission to save people?"

Qin Mo looked up at him.

Yu Ce then noticed that Fang Aoyun was also in the room.

"Young Master, is he reliable?"

"If he were unreliable, I would be dead."

Yu Ce suppressed his doubts.

"What does Young Master Fang need us to do?"

"Burn down the West Peak Herb Garden, then smash open the Demon-Imprisoning Cave."

Yu Ce's face tightened.

"There are three Golden Core demon beasts imprisoned in the Demon-Imprisoning Cave. If they are released, half of West Peak will be thrown into chaos."

"If things aren't chaotic enough, Cang Wuji won't leave the Azure Dragon Palace."

"What should be done about the sect disciples?"

"Send away the servants and outer disciples in advance."

Qin Mo picked up his teacup.

"Just open the gate and release the demons, don't stay behind and fight to the death. Retreat immediately when Cang Wuji arrives."

Yu Ce looked at Cang Wuyue.

"Listen to him."

"Understood."

Yu Ce put away the wooden plaque, bent down again, picked up the food box, and left the room.

Cang Wuyue pushed the Ancestral Master's Token in front of Qin Mo, then took out a dagger and made a cut in her palm.

Fresh blood fell into the jade bottle.

"There's a bloodline lock at the deepest part of the treasure vault. The Ancestral Master's Token can only open the first few levels, but this bottle of blood can open the final door."

"Are you staying here?"

"I need to show up at Tingfeng Courtyard so that Cang Wuji will think we didn't go out."

Qin Mo accepted the jade bottle.

"What if someone breaks in?"

"I'll hold them off."

"If you can't hold them off, use a communication talisman."

Qin Mo put on Fang Aoyun's jade crown, got up and walked towards the back window.

"If you die, I won't be able to clean up the treasure vault properly."

Cang Wuyue gripped her wound, her face momentarily stunned.

"Don't worry, young master, I will not die."

Just as Hai Shi (9-11 PM) arrived, a large area of ​​firelight surged up from the direction of Xifeng.

Immediately following, three demonic roars echoed throughout the mountain gate.

The disciples patrolling outside the courtyard all looked up at the same time.

"Something's happened at the Demon-Prison Cave!"

"Go and report to the sect leader immediately!"

"All Golden Core cultivators, proceed to West Peak immediately!"

Several auras rose from the ground.

The Golden Core cultivators who had been hiding outside Tingfeng Courtyard also left.

Qin Mo changed into black clothes, climbed out of the back window, and used the eaves to avoid the patrolling disciples, making his way to the foot of Dragon Head Peak.

At the entrance to the back mountain stands a black stele over ten zhang tall.

The surface of the monument is covered with array patterns, and there is not a single person in sight nearby.

Qin Mo took out the Ancestral Master's Token.

The array patterns on the black stele immediately split to the sides, revealing a stone staircase extending downwards.

"This token saves trouble."

Qin Mo slipped inside, and the stone door closed behind him.

The first array emitted purple lightning.

As the Ancestral Master's Decree lit up, the lightning bolts grazed past Qin Mo's sides without even touching the hem of his clothes.

The second array emitted a cloud of poisonous mist.

The third formation unleashed hundreds of sword energies.

The subsequent raging fire, cold wind, trapping formation, and illusion formation were activated one after another, and a path was cleared before the Ancestral Master's decree.

Qin Mo didn't stop anytime.

He left behind all thirteen formations powerful enough to trap and kill Nascent Soul cultivators.

At the end of the stone steps, a bronze gate is embedded in the mountainside.

Sure enough, an old man in gray robes was sitting cross-legged in front of the door.

As soon as Qin Mo approached, the old man opened his eyes.

"Why are you in the possession of the Patriarch's Decree?"

The pressure of the Nascent Soul sealed off the entire passage.

Qin Mo raised the token.

"Seeing your command is like seeing the patriarch. You think you can stop me?"

The old man stared at the token for a long time.

"Is Cang Wuyue still alive?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

"If you want to know, senior, go ask Cang Wuji."

The old man released his hand from his knee.

"Go inside. I haven't seen anyone tonight."

Qin Mo glanced at him again and strode towards the bronze door.

The ancestral master's command was embedded in the groove, and the heavy door panel sank into the ground.

A surge of spiritual energy rushed towards me.

The mountain's interior had been largely hollowed out, and countless spirit stones were piled on the stone platform.

The majority of the boxes contained high-grade spirit stones, and dozens of boxes were filled with top-grade spirit stones.

The wooden shelves on both sides were filled with pills, robes, magical artifacts, and refining materials.

The chemical furnace in Qin Mo's chest began to heat up.

"The Azure Dragon Sect was beaten so badly, yet they still have quite a lot of resources."

With a wave of his hand, boxes of spirit stones vanished en masse, all being absorbed into the space of the Transformation Furnace.

"receive!"

The elixir is gone.

"Receive more!"

The magical artifacts and materials were also cleared out.

Wherever they went, only empty frames and wooden boxes containing spirit stones remained.

Qin Mo walked to the middle of the treasure vault and stopped in front of a piece of dark blue divine iron.

The divine iron hung on the cold jade platform, its surface shimmering with water, and the surrounding spiritual energy condensed into tiny water droplets.

The chemical furnace provided the identification results.

[Top-grade Water Spirit Iron, suitable for crafting top-grade water-attribute spiritual weapons.]

"Finally, we have them all."

Qin Mo grabbed the Water Spirit Iron and threw it directly into his spatial storage.

All five elemental irons have been obtained.

Once a suitable weapon refiner is found, the Five Elements Divine Sword can be forged.

The final level of the treasure vault was sealed by a stone door.

Qin Mo pressed the Ancestral Master's Decree into the slot and poured Cang Wuyue's blood into the Blood Pattern.

The stone gate rises upwards.

There were no spirit stones or magical treasures inside.

In the very center stands a broken bronze furnace.

The stove lid was missing, a corner of the stove body had collapsed, and only two of the three legs remained.

There was also half a jade slip next to it.

As soon as Qin Mo stepped into the stone chamber, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in his dantian began to vibrate.

The bronze furnace remnant also emitted a low hum.

The two furnaces seemed to echo each other across the distance, causing the entire stone chamber to tremble.

Qin Mo strode forward and placed his palm on the broken furnace.

Two lines of golden characters appeared in my mind.

[The remains of the Creation Furnace, an ancient divine artifact.]

Reforging requires 300,000 units of Qiankun Qi.

Qin Mo stared at the two lines of text, his breath catching in his throat for a few moments.

Three hundred thousand.

Even if you sold him, you still wouldn't be able to raise that much money.

But this thing can make the Qiankun Huasheng Furnace respond actively, so its origin is definitely not simple.

Qin Mo picked up the half jade slip next to him and put it into his spatial storage along with the broken furnace.

"I don't care how much Qiankun Qi you want."

He pressed his still-vibrating dantian, turned around, and walked out of the stone chamber.

"I want the Creation Furnace."