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

The bio-reactor has advanced and awakened new abilities.

Qin Mo suppressed his excitement and put the cracked armor back on the stall.

He may be a treasure, but he can't let this old man rip him off.

He got up and left.

"Wait, fellow Daoist!"

Xuan Chenzi quickly stopped him, "I'll do you a favor: three hundred low-grade spirit stones, and you can take this Azure Dragon Armor!"

Qin Mo didn't turn his head.

"Fellow Daoist, how about two hundred? One hundred, one hundred is fine too... Don't go!"

Xuan Chenzi was getting anxious. He hadn't made any sales for several days, and if he didn't deliver soon, he wouldn't even be able to afford spirit rice porridge.

"Even one hundred is too expensive, I'd better pass."

Qin Mo kept walking.

Anyway, this thing has been sitting here for so long and nobody wants it, I'll just come back later and try to lower the price.

"You old fool, trying to scam people again?"

Shen Ao followed, fanning himself with a folding fan, and gave Xuan Chenzi a cold glance.

"Young Master Shen, I'm just trying to make a living..."

Xuan Chenzi looked aggrieved.

"Does trying to make a living mean you can swindle people?"

Shen Ao disagreed.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Xuan Chenzi kept quiet.

Qin Mo walked to a stall selling cultivation techniques and stopped in his tracks.

The "peerless martial arts techniques" displayed on the stall almost made him laugh.

What is this "Taixu Xiaoyao Jing", what is this "Jiutian Feixian Lu", what is this "Hunyuan Zaohua Pian"?

The names are all incredibly impressive.

The stall owner was a chubby young man with a big smile.

Qin Mo picked up the book "The Great Void and Free Scripture" and flipped through it.

"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight! This is the supreme cultivation technique of the Taixu Immortal Sect from five thousand years ago; once mastered, one can ascend to immortality in broad daylight!"

"Since the destruction of the Taixu Immortal Sect, this cultivation technique has passed through many hands and finally ended up in my possession. Today, it has finally met its destined owner. Fellow Daoist, you are that destined owner!"

The fat man spoke in glowing terms.

"Dude, do you think I'm out of my mind?"

Qin Mo said irritably.

"Well……"

The fat man was taken aback.

"Fellow Daoist, this fellow is named Luo Zhengnan. He specializes in disguising incomplete cultivation techniques as complete versions and selling them. Practicing such incomplete techniques will at least result in qi deviation, which is the least of your worries."

Shen Ao is here again.

"Young Master Shen..."

Luo Zhengnan looked miserable; it was so rare for a guest to come.

Shen Ao snatched the cultivation manual from Qin Mo's hand and began to read it, shaking his head more and more as he looked at it.

"Luo Zhengnan, Luo Zhengnan, this is clearly the most ordinary body-refining technique, without any rank or grade, and it's even an incomplete version."

"These kinds of things cost one low-grade spirit stone each, and they're everywhere. You just change the name and dare to ask for a hundred? You're really shameless."

"Worth only one low-grade spirit stone?"

Qin Mo shook his head.

Just as he was about to put down the cultivation technique, his gaze suddenly fell on a copper slip on the stall.

The rusty, mottled object was casually used by Luo Zhengnan to weigh down his books.

Qin Mo reached out and picked up the bronze slip.

The next moment, a chill emanated from the bronze slip.

A line of words appeared on the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in the dantian: Transmission of Power Bronze Slip, Fragment, Contains the Basic Chapter of the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique, Consumes Eighteen Streams of Qiankun Qi, Can be Reforged into a Low-Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Qin Mo's expression behind the mask was one of utter shock.

This piece of scrap metal that the fat man used to weigh down his books was actually a copper slip for transmitting martial arts skills.

Does it contain the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique?

He is in dire need of cultivation techniques.

This is definitely a steal.

"This thing is quite heavy. I'll take the two miscellaneous spirit stones; I just happen to need a paperweight to hold down the paper."

Qin Mo weighed the bronze tablet in his hand, speaking casually.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a treasure! I risked my life to retrieve it from the ruins of an ancient immortal sect. One hundred low-grade spirit stones? No problem!"

Luo Zhengnan's eyes darted around.

"You're asking for a hundred for a piece of junk? Are you crazy for spirit stones?"

Shen Ao couldn't stand it.

Qin Mo knew in his heart that this thing was priceless, but he also knew even more that he couldn't let the secret slip.

"Two miscellaneous spirit stones at most. If you don't want to sell, you can continue to hold onto your books."

Qin Mo threw the bronze tablet onto the stall.

"No...this..."

Luo Zhengnan became anxious.

In his eyes, this thing was just scrap copper; the high price he offered earlier was merely a test.

It would be best if it could be sold, but even at half price it would still be fifty yuan.

Unexpectedly, the other party simply refused to accept it.

"Ha, just kidding, two miscellaneous spirit stones are fine."

Luo Zhengnan quickly stuffed the bronze slip back into Qin Mo's hand.

Qin Mo took out two miscellaneous spirit stones and handed them over.

Luo Zhengnan accepted it with a bright smile, thinking he had made a profit.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you even buying a piece of broken copper?"

Shen Ao didn't understand.

Qin Mo smiled but offered no explanation.

That's because you don't know its value.

He then came to a stall selling elixirs.

"Infant-Condensing Grass, Heavenly Spirit Grass, Purple Gold Ginseng, Dragon Blood Lotus, Nourishing Spirit Grass, Divine Essence Fruit... these are all good things."

Qin Mo looked at the medicinal herbs on the stall.

A middle-aged Taoist priest was shaking his head and sighing in front of the stall: "They're not old enough, their medicinal power is less than one-thousandth of what it used to be. They were all dug up after only two or three hundred years. What a waste! What a waste! If they were nurtured for another two or three hundred years to solidify their medicinal power, then they would be truly valuable."

The Taoist priest turned and left with regret.

The stall owner was a masked woman who didn't say a word.

Qin Moben was also going to leave.

But he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wait, he has the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

Consuming Qiankun Qi can upgrade the grade of spiritual medicines. Aren't grades determined by the year of production?

He reached out and touched a baby-forming grass.

The Furnace of Transformation reacted immediately: Condensing Infant Grass, 200 years old, consumes 30 strands of Qiankun Qi, can increase its age by 500 years.

really!

Qin Mo was overjoyed. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so no one could see his expression at that moment.

"I'll take all these medicinal herbs. How many spirit stones will it cost in total?"

"You... you want them all?"

The masked woman looked at him in surprise.

Many people have seen these medicinal herbs, but she hasn't sold a single one.

"Um."

"You buy things that other people don't want? Are you stupid?"

A voice sounded from beside me.

Qin Mo turned his head and saw that the person who came was Fang Shicai, who had been tricked by Shen Ao at Zuihualou.

I don't know if you're stupid or not, but you're definitely very smart.

Qin Mo gave him a thumbs up.

"Of course I'm incredibly smart!"

Fang Shicai subconsciously felt smug.

"Yes, you're incredibly clever. You paid for Young Master Shen's bill after he barked like a dog three times."

Qin Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What did you say?!"

Fang Shicai's expression changed drastically.

That was the greatest humiliation of his life; when it was brought up in public, he trembled all over.

He was about to rush up and attack.

"Fang Shicai, do you dare cause trouble in the market?"

Shen Ao walked over with a cold smile.

Fang Shicai gritted his teeth, looked at Shen Ao, and then at Qin Mo, who was wearing a mask.

He endured it.

Alright, I can't do anything to Shen Ao for now, but I can't deal with you, you masked rat?

Fang Shicai turned and left, and immediately sent people to keep an eye on Qin Mo after he left the market.

The masked woman eventually sold all the spiritual herbs to Qin Mo for one low-grade spirit stone per herb.

There were thirteen plants in total, costing thirteen low-grade spirit stones.

Having already spent three stones on the three female half-demons he bought at the Drunken Flower Pavilion, he still had sixteen low-grade spirit stones left.

Shen Ao was completely confused.

Why does this guy only buy things that other people don't want?

What's the point of buying a elixir that's not old enough?

Once a spiritual herb is dug up, it cannot be replanted unless a major sect has dedicated spiritual fields.

He never dreamed that Qin Mo was getting a huge windfall.