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

The bronze door closed behind him, and Qin Mo walked out along the stone steps.

The old man in gray remained seated in the same spot, without even changing his posture.

As Qin Mo passed by, the old man asked, "How much of what was inside did you take?"

"Since you haven't seen me before, why ask?"

"I'm just reminding you that the treasure vault contains the Azure Dragon Sect's accumulation over thousands of years. Losing one or two items can be covered up, but if too many are lost, Cang Wuji will seal off the sect's gates."

Qin Mo did not stop walking.

"Then let him take his time to count them."

The old man in gray opened his eyes and looked at the bronze door.

There was hardly any spiritual energy left inside the door.

His Adam's apple bobbed twice, but he ultimately closed his eyes.

Qin Mo relied on the ancestral master's decree to pass through thirteen formations.

Even after the Dragon-Suppressing Stele was activated, there was still no one outside.

The fire on the west peak had not yet died down, and the demonic roars echoed from several mountain peaks away.

A large number of Canglong Sect disciples rushed there on their swords, causing the patrol team to break into several disorganized groups.

Just as Qin Mo was about to return to Tingfeng Courtyard, the fragrance of medicine wafted in on the wind.

There is a medicinal herb garden on the mountainside, surrounded by a stone wall with protective barriers.

A dozen disciples guarded the entrance, and the leader was already at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Qin Mo touched the storage ring.

We've already moved all the treasures, so what's a little more spiritual herbs?

He went around to the upwind side, took out a celadon bottle, and sprinkled the medicinal powder inside into the wind.

The two gatekeeper disciples were still discussing matters concerning the West Peak.

"Why is the Demon-Imprisoning Cave open? I heard that three Golden Core demon beasts have escaped."

"Elder Cangxuan has already arrived and will be able to suppress it soon."

The leading disciple frowned.

"Speak less and guard the herb garden. The sect leader has ordered that anyone who dares to leave without permission tonight will have their cultivation crippled."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swayed a few times and grabbed the stone wall for support.

"What's going on? My spiritual power..."

Several people nearby knelt down one after another.

"poisonous!"

"Send a message quickly!"

As soon as a disciple took out the jade talisman, his arm fell to his side.

More than a dozen people lay sprawled by the door, too exhausted to even lift their heads.

Qin Mo stepped out from behind the tree and put the porcelain bottle back into the ring.

The leading disciple stared at the prince's token at his waist.

"Fang Aoyun? You drugged us?"

"Something's happened at West Peak. I was worried someone might take the opportunity to steal the spirit herbs, so I came to check it out."

"you……"

"Looks like there really is a thief."

Qin Mo bent down, took off his storage bag, and then took the herb garden token.

"They even steal from the gatekeeper's belongings; they've got some nerve."

The leader disciple was so angry that his neck turned red.

"That's my storage bag!"

"Where's the evidence?"

Qin Mo shook the token, opened the restriction, and entered the herb garden.

The spiritual energy in the garden gathered into a thin mist, and hundreds of medicinal herb fields were laid out in sequence.

Red sunflower, purple-veined ginseng, and dew-condensing grass can be found everywhere, and the youngest of them are at least a hundred years old.

Qin Mo took out a medicine shovel and first put several thousand-year-old spiritual herbs into the space of the transformation furnace.

After digging a few times, he found it too slow and simply enveloped the entire medicinal garden with his divine sense.

Large patches of soil were turned over.

The medicinal herbs, along with their roots, flew up and disappeared one after another.

The herb garden manager lay outside the door, watching helplessly as the entire garden of medicinal herbs was harvested, his chest heaving faster and faster.

"Fang Aoyun, stop right there!"

"That Crimson Blood Ginseng has been cultivated for nine hundred years; its roots must not be severed!"

"The Jade Vine must be transplanted along with the spirit tree!"

Qin Mo, annoyed by what he heard, turned around and said, "Do you want to come in and teach me?"

The herb garden manager kept his mouth shut.

Half an incense stick later, only the turned soil remained in the garden.

Qin Mo also took away several spirit trees used to support medicinal vines.

"Not bad, at least you remembered to remind me."

Qin Mo stepped out of the barrier and put the token in his pocket.

The herb garden manager stared at the empty herb field, his voice trembling.

"The sect leader will not let you go, and the Fang family cannot protect you either."

"Who said I took it?"

"We all saw it with our own eyes..."

Qin Mo held the porcelain bottle under his nose and shook it.

The herb garden manager's head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

The remaining disciples also failed to hold on.

Qin Mo put away the medicine bottle and hurried along the path to Tingfeng Courtyard.

Before they had gone far, a figure emerged from the woods.

Cang Juexing was accompanied by two guards, their robes stained with dust, and their faces were frighteningly grim.

"Fang Aoyun?"

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

"Why is Young Master Cang here instead of going to West Peak to put out the fire?"

Cang Juexing swept the mud off the soles of his shoes and looked towards the direction of the herb garden.

"You came out from inside?"

"walk."

"Can you really wander into the sect's herb garden while taking a walk?"

Cang Juexing drew his longsword.

"Father is worried about the Fang family patriarch, but I won't fall for that. The debt we settled at the altar today should be settled now."

Qin Mo looked behind him.

"You only brought two people?"

"That's enough for me."

Two Golden Core guards simultaneously dispersed, blocking the way in front and behind.

Cang Juexing raised his sword and pointed it at Qin Mo.

"Kneel down and slap yourself twenty times. Then have your guards remove their hoods and bring them to my room, and I might spare one of your legs."

Qin Mo tucked the folding fan into his waistband.

"Are you done talking?"

"You still dare to act like a prince?"

Cang Juexing charged forward, his sword blade whipping up crimson flames.

Qin Mo dodged to the side, his fist striking the spine of the sword.

The longsword flew out of his hand and into the woods.

Cang Juexing's right arm went numb. He had barely taken a step back when Qin Mo was already in front of him.

The first punch landed on his chest.

The protective robe burst open on the spot.

The second punch landed on his lower abdomen.

Cang Juexing's feet left the ground, crashing into the tree trunk behind him and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Just as the two guards unleashed their magical weapons, Qin Mo grabbed one of them by the wrist and swung him toward the other.

boom!

The two collided and rolled into the bushes.

Cang Juexing braced himself against the ground, still trying to grab the communication talisman.

Qin Mo stepped on his palm.

"You just said you wanted to spare some of my legs?"

"Fang Aoyun, if you dare touch me, my father..."

Qin Mo kicked him and shattered his dantian.

Cang Juexing arched his body and screamed as he rushed out of the woods.

"My cultivation! You've destroyed my cultivation!"

Qin Mo gripped his neck, reached into his dantian, and took out a crimson golden pill.

"Fire attribute, which is exactly what I need."

Blood gushed from Cang Juexing's mouth, his gaze remaining fixed on the golden pill.

"Give it back to me..."

Qin Mo put away the golden core, and also took away his storage ring, the young sect leader's token, and his magic robe.

"Let's collect some interest on the debt between the Fang family and the Azure Dragon Sect first."

He tore off Cang Juexing's belt, tied the man up, and hung him upside down from a tree branch.

The two guards lay in the grass, neither daring to utter a sound.

Qin Mo brushed the dust off his sleeves and was about to leave when the earth suddenly shook.

A booming sound came from the direction of the mountain gate.

The protective light barrier was pierced by the blood-red spear, and large flames spread along the mountain path.

As the demonic cultivators crossed the breach, the shouts of battle from the Azure Dragon Sect disciples echoed through the air.

High in the sky, a young man in black armor rode on blood-red clouds.

"Cang Wuji, hand over the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token!"

"After tonight, the Azure Dragon Sect will cease to exist in the Eastern Continent!"

Qin Mo glanced at it twice, then turned and headed towards Tingfeng Courtyard.

As soon as you step into the forest, the rich fragrance blocks out the path ahead.

The branches rustled softly.

Yu Linglong descended from the treetop, her red skirt brushing against the grass, still clutching the half-piece of robe she had torn from the Thunderfire Flying Boat in her hand.

She stared at Qin Mo's face and raised her hand to block her retreat.

"Prince Fang."

"Where can you run to this time?"