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

Inside the secret chamber, Li Duanhun waved away two maids and raised his hand to place a restriction.

"Stand outside. Anyone who dares to come in, kill them."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The door was closed, and a woman's figure lay inside the bed curtains.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and she was covered with the white outer robe of a Sword Pavilion disciple.

Li Duanhun rubbed his hands together, his breathing becoming heavier.

"The Holy Maiden of the Misty Sword Pavilion, at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, is also a pure Yin body."

"Yu Linglong did do a good thing."

He had been stuck at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage for many years, just one step away from breaking through to become an Infant.

If one could take away Leng Qingqiu's primordial yin, one could save at least ten years of arduous cultivation.

Li Duanhun took off his outer robe and lifted the bed curtains.

"I'm sorry to trouble you tonight, Fairy Leng."

The woman on the bed did not respond.

"Still pretending to be asleep?"

Li Duanhun bent down to pull at the bedding.

The woman suddenly rolled over, her hand hidden under the covers aimed straight at his chest.

Li Duanhun reacted quickly, and protective demonic energy immediately rose around him.

But the two were too close, and the hand had already pierced through the demonic energy and slammed heavily into his chest.

boom!

Li Duanhun crashed into the table, then his back slammed against the stone wall.

Several ribs were broken, and dark purple palm prints spread rapidly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the meridians were blocked one after another, and even the circulation of the golden core slowed down.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood and looked up at the woman beside the bed.

The face that belonged to Leng Qingqiu is fading.

"Blood Ghost!"

"You recognized me?"

Xue You'er tore off her white robe, revealing a blood-red outfit underneath.

Li Duanhun clutched his chest, clenching his back teeth.

"Li Cangsheng died in Bloodbone Town, and you disappeared along with him. Everyone in the sect said you had defected to outsiders, but I didn't expect you to dare to come back."

"It would be better if he were dead."

Xue You'er raised her hand and wiped off the disguise powder from her face.

"How can I move up the ranks if that old geezer doesn't die?"

Li Duanhun grabbed an antidote pill and swallowed it.

"You planted someone next to me?"

"Those two maids already took my spirit stones. You were after Leng Qingqiu, and pounced on her without even checking her identity. Whose fault is that?"

"You bitch!"

Blood light gathered in Li Duanhun's palm, and a long sword slashed out from the air.

Xue You'er sidestepped the blade and slapped her palm against the bedpost.

The entire stone bed flew out horizontally, slamming Li Duanhun back against the wall.

The sealed room shook, and large pieces of rubble fell from the roof.

Li Duanhun cleaved the stone bed, hissing, "Even if you kill me, the sect leader won't appoint you!"

"The position of the Holy Son is vacant; someone has to sit in it."

"With you?"

"With this one palm strike, I have already penetrated your golden core."

Xue You'er formed hand seals.

The poison mark on Li Duanhun's chest suddenly sank, and black blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

He clutched the fabric of his shirt at his chest and bent over.

"Blood-Melting Poison Palm...you've mastered it?"

"Using you as a test subject is perfect."

Xue You'er gave him no chance to catch his breath, leaping forward and the two clashed again in the secret chamber.

The blade's energy cleaved through the wall, and a blood-red palm print pierced through the roof beam.

No matter how quickly the demonic cultivators outside retreated, several were still trapped under the falling rocks.

The entire stronghold began to collapse.

Inside the water dungeon, Leng Qingqiu looked up at the stone gate.

"What's going on outside?"

Qin Mo stared at the underwater array's core.

"Someone is demolishing the house."

"Yu Linglong is back?"

"If she had intervened, this place would have collapsed long ago. It's more likely that the Heavenly Demon Sect started fighting amongst themselves."

Leng Qingqiu tugged at the black rope on her wrist.

"You can still laugh? With the spirit-sealing array pressing down, we'll be buried underground."

"What's the rush?"

Qin Mo stepped on the array's core, and the Qiankun Transformation Furnace within his dantian began to rotate.

The demonic energy from the bronze pillar surged into his body along the chains.

As soon as it touched the meridians, it was swept away by the Furnace of Rebirth.

The patterns on the furnace wall gradually lit up.

One.

Ten paths.

One hundred paths.

The demonic energy accumulated over many years by the sealing spirit array gradually dissipated, and the nine bronze pillars in the water prison successively went dark.

Leng Qingqiu noticed the change and stared at Qin Mo.

"Are you absorbing the formation?"

You can pretend you didn't see it.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"If you keep asking, I'll leave you here."

Leng Qingqiu shut her mouth, but her shoulders quietly tensed up.

The last wisp of demonic energy was absorbed by the Furnace of Rebirth. Qin Mo exerted force with both arms, and the chains binding his wrists snapped on the spot.

He retrieved the broken sword from the space of the Furnace and used it to cut the iron chains on his feet.

Leng Qingqiu immediately said, "Give me the antidote first."

"You were just calling me despicable, and now you're begging me?"

"You used a muscle-relaxing powder to ambush me, and you think you're in the right?"

Open your mouth.

A pill flew into Leng Qingqiu's mouth.

She swallowed the pill, and her spiritual power began to recover.

Qin Mo cut the black ropes binding her and threw an outer robe over to her.

"Get dressed, get ready to go."

"My snow silk inner armor is still intact."

"You've already been thrown into the water dungeon, and you're still thinking about your clothes?"

"That's a treasure of the Sword Pavilion!"

"Your life or the treasure, choose one."

Leng Qingqiu put on her outer robe, her face tensing up.

"I've noted this down."

"Get in line, there are plenty of people who want to settle scores with me."

Footsteps could be heard outside the stone gate.

Leng Qingqiu picked up the short sword from the ground and leaned against the stone pillar.

"Someone's coming."

"One of our own."

No sooner had Qin Mo finished speaking than the stone door was cleaved open by a sword.

Cang Wuyue charged into the water prison with her sword drawn, her shoulder still bearing a wound, followed by Yu Ce.

Zhao was being carried on Yu Ce's back, her breathing weak.

"Owner!"

Cang Wuyue finally relaxed her tense jaw after seeing Qin Mo clearly.

Qin Mo glanced at her shoulder.

How did you find this place?

"You left three short and one long marks outside the Azure Dragon Sect. I chased you to where the flying boat had stopped and captured another disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"It wasn't all for nothing that I saved you."

Leng Qingqiu glanced at Cang Wuyue, then looked at Qin Mo.

"She called you master?"

Cang Wuyue raised his longsword.

"Any objections?"

"Go outside and keep arguing."

Another loud bang came from above.

The stone wall cracked open, and black water poured into the underground passage.

Qin Mo picked up Zhao Shi and had Yu Ce lead the way. The group rushed out along the escape route of the stronghold.

Just after leaving Chisha Town, the teahouse behind us collapsed.

Li Duanhun crashed through the roof and fled into the sky covered in black blood.

"Blood Ghost, you dare kill me! The sect leader will not forgive you!"

Xue You'er chased after the ruins, stepping on blood-red clouds.

"We'll talk about that when you're alive and see the cult leader!"

The two quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain ridge.

Qin Mo looked away.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Just as Cang Wuyue was about to summon the flying boat, the sky in the distance suddenly darkened.

From the direction of the Azure Dragon Sect, a demonic hand that covered half the sky emerged from the clouds.

Five fingers pressed down on the mountains, and before they even touched the ground, several peaks collapsed.

The deep voice echoed throughout the Eastern Continent.

"I accept the inheritance of the Azure Dragon Sect."

Leng Qingqiu's expression changed drastically.

"The Demon Lord!"

A sword light then rose from the direction of the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

A Dharma image standing above the sea of ​​clouds opened its eyes and raised its hand to strike the demonic hand.

"Xue Wuya, you have crossed the line."

The sword light clashed with the demonic hand.

A hundred-mile-long rift opened up in the sky, and the overwhelming pressure made it impossible for everyone to raise their heads.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth and shielded Zhao Shi behind him.

A Nascent Soul cultivator can suppress the entire Eastern Continent simply by projecting his power from a distance.

His current level of cultivation is far from sufficient.

"Stop looking."

Qin Mo took out the flying boat and spoke in a deep voice.

"Back to Yunyu Palace, let's go immediately!"