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

In front of the main hall of Yunyu Palace, ten disciple tokens were stacked on a long table.

Bai Chenshuang stood on the palace steps, her gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

"The Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference begins tomorrow. Xuantian City is far away, so we will set off today."

Gu Yingxue closed the jade slip and nodded to Bai Chenshuang.

"I will lead this expedition. Su Qingyi, Shen Ruoyan, Xu Qingqing, Qin Mo, and the other six disciples will board the ship with me."

A few whispers came from inside the hall.

An elder of the Dan Hall frowned.

"Sect Master, Qin Mo's cultivation level is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. The Dao Discussion Conference gathers geniuses from all sects in the Eastern Continent; is it too hasty to give him a spot?"

The other person chimed in.

"Yunyu Palace only has ten spots this time. The various peaks have been vying for them for a long time, and there are quite a few disciples in the inner sect whose cultivation is higher than his."

Qin Mo stood in front of the crowd, head down, adjusting his sleeves, without making a sound.

Bai Chenshuang raised her hand and pressed down on the list on the table.

"The quota was determined by this sect leader."

"Anyone who thinks it's inappropriate can step forward now. Whoever defeats Qin Mo gets the spot."

The hall fell silent.

The news that Qin Mo had suppressed a Golden Core cultivator with a single punch outside the Divine Weapon Pavilion had already spread throughout the mountain gate a few days ago.

The fifth level of Qi Refining is just the surface.

If someone actually goes up to compete, they'll likely lose more than one spot.

Shen Ruoyan turned her head to look at the elders.

"Why are you so quiet now? You were talking a lot just now!"

Elder Dantang, feeling embarrassed, cupped his hands and said, "I am only concerned about the sect's reputation."

Gu Yingxue dropped the teacup back onto the table.

"The reputation of Yunyu Palace is none of your business to worry about."

The elder lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

Bai Chenshuang looked at Qin Mo.

"This time, all the sects will send representatives to the Dao discussion. You haven't been in the inner sect for long, so this is a good opportunity for you to go out and broaden your horizons."

Qin Mo cupped his hands and said, "This disciple understands."

Su Qingyi stood not far away, carrying a long sword on her back, her voice very low.

"Xuantian City is a mixed bag. Once you get there, try to avoid trouble."

Qin Mo glanced at her.

"Don't worry, Saintess Su, I've always been well-behaved."

Shen Ruoyan snorted.

"If you behave yourself, the gates of Yunyu Palace will be repaired less often."

Xu Qingqing couldn't help but smile and lower her head.

Qin Mo's face remained unchanged.

"Senior sister, that's not right. When have you ever come looking for trouble yourself?"

Gu Yingxue stood up and flicked her sleeves.

"Say less, everyone. Let's board the boat."

In the square outside the main hall, a cloud boat hovered in mid-air.

The hull is engraved with cloud patterns, and bronze railings stand on both sides of the deck.

Several mid-grade spirit stones were embedded in the stern of the ship, and the array was already in operation, with spiritual energy surging out from between the array patterns.

The square was filled with disciples from both the inner and outer sects.

Nine female cultivators boarded the cloud boat one after another.

Qin Mo walked at the very back.

His black inner sect robes stood out conspicuously among them.

"Is he really going to the philosophical conference?"

"Of the ten spots, he, as a male disciple, took one."

"They dare to go to Xuantian City even at the fifth level of Qi Refining, all because the sect leader and Elder Gu are protecting them."

"Keep your voice down. If Qin Mo hears you, and really throws you on the death row, who'll collect your corpse?"

The murmurs subsided, but some people still stared at Qin Mo, their eyes filled with resentment.

Qin Mo stopped in front of the cloud boat and glanced back at the crowd.

"If you have something to say, come up and say it."

No one moved in the square.

Qin Mo tugged at his collar and stepped onto the deck.

Shen Ruoyan stood at the bow of the boat. When she saw him come aboard, she raised her hand and tossed him a cyan jade talisman.

"Keep this safe. Flying is prohibited in Xuantian City. Use this to enter the city after the cloud boat lands."

Qin Mo caught the jade talisman.

"Senior sister has made thorough preparations."

Stop being so cheeky.

Shen Ruoyan looked up at him. "Stay close to the group after we enter the city. If you dare to sneak off to Zuihualou by yourself, I'll break your legs first."

Qin Mo coughed lightly.

"What would I be doing at the Drunken Flower Pavilion?"

Xu Qingqing stood to the side, pursing her lips and saying nothing.

Su Qingyi's face darkened slightly.

Gu Yingxue stood at the highest point of the cloud boat, pressing the array plate in her hand downwards.

The array patterns on the bottom of the cloud boat lit up one after another.

"Let's set off."

The roar swept across the square.

The cloud boat lifted off the ground and flew towards the outside of Cloud Rain Mountain.

The mountain gate, palaces, and stone steps below gradually shrink in size.

Clouds swept past the side of the boat, and wind rushed into the deck, causing everyone's robes to flutter.

Qin Mo leaned against the railing and looked northeast.

Xuantian City.

A place where all sects of the Eastern Continent gather.

It is also a place where people compete for spots in the Ancient Ruins.

He has to bring back everything he's entitled to on this trip.

……

West of Yunxia Town, deep in the dense forest.

Hua Meiniang leaned against the tree trunk, leaving a trail of blood beneath her feet.

She had a gash on her shoulder, and her black dress was soaked in blood.

The demonic energy within his body was in complete chaos, and every time he tried to gather his energy, a tearing pain shot through his meridians.

I heard the sound of a tree branch breaking behind me.

"Hua Meiniang, where do you think you're going?"

Murong Yi's voice came from outside the forest.

Hua Meiniang gritted her teeth and supported herself as she walked forward.

The surrounding trees swayed as more than a dozen Netherworld Cult disciples surrounded them from all directions.

Each person carried a black blade, and their clothes were embroidered with ghostly blood patterns.

Murong Yi stepped out from behind the crowd, his face bearing injuries. When his gaze fell on Hua Meiniang, his back teeth clenched and clicked.

"I've been looking for you for so long, and it turns out you were hiding in Yunxia Town."

Hua Meiniang wiped the blood from her lips.

"Murong Yi, aren't you ashamed to bring so many people to chase after one woman?"

"Shut up!"

Murong Yi raised his hand, the black blade pointing at her.

"The sect leader has already investigated. You were secretly cultivating with someone behind my back, and there is still a strange true essence remaining in your body."

"That aura is inextricably linked to the mysterious Pill King in Yunxia Town."

Hua Meiniang's breath hitched for a second.

The leader of the Underworld Sect personally investigated her.

This matter can no longer be suppressed.

Murong Yi took two steps forward.

"If you tell me where that person is hiding, I can plead with the cult leader to let you die a quick death."

Hua Meiniang looked up at him, her face smeared with blood, but her voice remained clear.

"You dare ask about your master's affairs?"

Murong Yi's face twitched.

"It really was him!"

"Seize her! The cult leader has ordered that she be killed or alive!"

More than a dozen Netherworld Cult disciples rushed out at the same time.

Hua Meiniang pulled a black pill from her sleeve and slammed it to the ground.

The powder scattered, and the two people at the front covered their mouths and noses, stumbling and falling to the ground.

Murong Yi waved his palm to disperse the medicinal powder, and the black blade pierced through the forest, aiming straight for Hua Meiniang's back.

Hua Meiniang dodged to the side, but another bloody gash appeared on her shoulder.

She staggered back to a boulder, with only the last Blood Escape Talisman remaining in her palm.

Murong Yi stared at the talisman in her hand, his expression changing.

"Stop her!"

Hua Meiniang did not turn around.

She pressed the Blood Escape Talisman to her chest, and the talisman dissolved, enveloping her entire body in a bloody light.

Murong Yi's black blade missed its target and struck the tree trunk.

As the bloodstains faded, only a pool of blood remained in the forest.

"Chase!"

Murong Yi kicked a tree trunk, snapping it in two, the sound echoing throughout the dense forest.

"She's badly injured; she can't have gotten very far! We need to see her alive or dead!"

Dozens of miles away, at the foot of a barren slope.

Hua Meiniang stumbled out of the bloody light, her knees sinking into the damp earth, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

She pushed herself up from the ground and reached for the empty sleeve.

The last Blood Escape Talisman is gone too.

The pursuers behind us will find us sooner or later.

Hua Meiniang looked up towards the northeast.

Today, Yunyu Palace sets off for Xuantian City, where the Eastern Continent Dao Discussion Conference is just around the corner.

Qin Mo will definitely go.

She leaned against the stone wall to stand up, tore off her blood-stained outer robe, and walked towards Xuantian City.

"Master, wait for me."