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

Qin Mo then bought dozens of small jade bottles from another stall, intending to use them to store pills.

It's getting late.

He glanced back at the direction of Xuan Chenzi's stall.

I need to get that Azure Dragon Armor and go back to Drunken Flower Pavilion to cultivate a better relationship with those three half-demon women.

He hadn't forgotten why he came down the mountain.

Only through dual cultivation can one obtain the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Qin Mo picked up two great bargains in the market using the Qiankun Furnace, but he didn't forget the Azure Dragon Armor that Xuan Chenzi had sold.

He casually strolled back into the alley, passing Xuan Chenzi's stall as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

Xuan Chenzi did indeed call out to him.

"Oh, it's you again."

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

"Ha, this shows that you and I are destined to meet. This Azure Dragon Armor has finally found its destined owner."

Xuan Chenzi laughed, "While Shen Ao, that troublemaker, is away, we should hurry up and sell this thing."

"Your armor is tattered..."

Qin Mo casually picked up the Azure Dragon Armor, looking disgusted.

"Fellow Daoist, although the Azure Dragon Armor has cracks and can only be used once, it can save your life in a critical moment!"

Xuan Chenzi quickly replied.

There's some truth to that.

Qin Mo pondered.

"Alright then, eighty low-grade spirit stones, fellow Daoist, you can take them!"

Xuan Chenzi had a look on his face as if he had been cut off.

Qin Mo sneered inwardly.

You want to rip people off?

"I'll take the five low-grade spirit stones."

"Five pieces? Fellow Daoist, are you kidding me? This is the Azure Dragon Armor, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a Qi Refining Stage 10 cultivator. How can five pieces be enough?"

Xuan Chenzi grew anxious.

"Think about it yourself, who can you sell this armor to if you keep it?"

"The spirituality is being lost; in a while, it will just be a piece of scrap metal."

"Besides, you say it can withstand a single attack from a Qi Refining Stage 10 cultivator? How can I verify that?"

"What if it breaks at a crucial moment? Who can I complain to?"

Qin Mo shook his head.

"this……"

Xuan Chenzi was speechless.

He was well aware of the condition of the Azure Dragon Armor; its spiritual energy was indeed dissipating, and if it couldn't be sold soon, it would be truly useless.

"Five pieces are far too few, fellow Daoist, would you like some more?"

"Alright, consider it a good deed. Eight low-grade spirit stones, that's the most I can give."

Qin Mo was resolute.

"this……"

"It seems I'm not destined to have this Azure Dragon Armor."

Qin Mo sighed, put the armor on the stall, and got up to leave.

He appears carefree, but he's actually very tense inside.

"etc!"

Xuan Chenzi gritted his teeth: "Eight yuan it is, take it!"

Qin Mo was overjoyed, and his smile stretched from the mask all the way to his ears.

"No, you're really selling it? I was just saying it offhand."

"Fellow Daoist, you set your own price, so there's no going back!"

Xuan Chenzi stared at him.

"Well... alright, I thought you were reluctant to part with it."

Qin Mo pretended to be taken advantage of and reluctantly took out eight low-grade spirit stones.

Xuan Chenzi reacted quickly and grabbed the spirit stone.

Keeping it in your hands will only turn it into scrap metal; getting eight dollars is already a profit.

Qin Mo carefully put away the Azure Dragon Armor and turned to leave.

"No, fellow Daoist, you actually bought that damaged artifact?"

Shen Ao suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stared blankly at the armor that Qin Mo had suddenly put in his hand.

"Hey, cash on delivery, no refunds or exchanges."

Xuan Chenzi glanced at Shen Ao smugly.

"You old bastard..."

Shen Ao gritted his teeth in anger.

"It's just eight low-grade spirit stones, it doesn't matter."

Qin Mo left the market after saying those words.

Shen Ao stared at his retreating figure, his gaze darkening.

Who exactly is this person wearing the black iron mask?

Qin Mo hurried back to Zuihualou.

He desperately needs the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Without the Qi of Heaven and Earth, the cultivation techniques inside the bronze slip cannot be retrieved, the Azure Dragon Armor cannot be repaired, and the waste pills cannot be molded into finished products.

The things we bought were just a pile of junk.

It was nearly midnight.

Inside the Drunken Flower Pavilion, the place was still bustling with noise, with the sounds of string and wind instruments and laughter emanating from every room.

He went straight to the sixth floor, arrived at room number eight, took out the room number card, and pushed open the door.

Three stunningly beautiful women sat at the table, all looking at him.

White hair like snow, red hair like flames, blue hair like a waterfall—each with its own unique charm under the lamplight.

"Master is back!"

Upon seeing Qin Mo, Shuang'er immediately stood up to greet him and took his arm.

The moment she touched Qin Mo, a line of words suddenly appeared in the Qiankun Transformation Furnace in her dantian: Superior Ice Spiritual Root, Ice Dragon Bloodline.

Qin Mo was completely stunned.

Top grade ice spirit root?

Ice Dragon Bloodline?

He had only one thought in his mind: what kind of potential did these three half-demon women he bought for three spirit stones possess?

The Transformation Furnace can not only detect the grade of spiritual artifacts, but also sense spiritual roots and bloodlines.

"snort."

Yan'er snorted coldly and didn't move.

Lan'er sat there with an indifferent expression.

"Sisters, Master is back. Get up and greet him."

Shuang'er turned her head and said.

"Serving human cultivators? Dream on."

"Flame said coldly."

"Has a unique personality."

Qin Mo took two steps forward.

He wanted to know the details about the other two.

"Master, please don't be offended. The two sisters are very grateful to you for saving their lives."

Shuang'er quickly tried to smooth things over.

"What are your names?"

"My name is Shuang'er. The red-haired sister is called Yan'er, and the blue-haired sister is called Lan'er."

"Um."

Qin Mo nodded and extended his right hand. "In my hometown, we have a custom called shaking hands, which shows respect for the other person."

"respect?"

Yan'er and Lan'er both raised their heads.

From childhood to adulthood, no human cultivator had ever shown respect to the half-demons.

Yan'er subconsciously reached out and grasped Qin Mo's hand.

The Transformation Furnace immediately appeared: Top-grade Fire Spirit Root, Fire Sparrow Bloodline.

Qin Mo then reached out his hand to Lan'er.

After hesitating for a moment, I shook hands with him anyway.

The furnace wall revealed: Top-grade water spirit root, Xuanjiao bloodline.

Three superior spiritual roots and three rare bloodlines.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth; he had struck gold.

"Shuang'er, come next door with me."

Qin Mo took Shuang'er's hand.

"You dare touch her? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Yan'er spoke coldly.

"Master, my body is filled with extreme cold. My previous master was frozen solid before he even touched me..."

Shuang'er's voice trembled.

"He won't die."

Qin Mo led Shuang'er into room number nine, blindfolded her with a silk scarf, and turned off the lights.

The next moment, the chilling demonic energy within Shuang'er's body poured out.

The biting cold seeped into Qin Mo's body, causing a layer of frost to form on his skin and his blood to almost freeze.

"Master! Release me at once!"

"fine……"

Just when he was about to give up, his dantian suddenly became hot.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace frantically devoured the surging demonic energy, refining it completely.

The chill subsided, and a warm current flowed back into my body.

Shuang'er was stunned.

Her demonic aura was actually refined?

Qin Mo grinned.

Nine times a night.

Inside the Qiankun Transformation Furnace, ninety-eighty-one streams of Qiankun Qi condensed.

Dawn was approaching.

Qin Mo got up, dressed, and put on a mask.

"Is Master leaving?"

Shuang'er took off the silk scarf, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"You can stay here for now and don't go out. I'll come over when I have time."

Qin Mo took out a Youth Preservation Pill from the Furnace and placed it in a jade bottle on the table. "This is worth three hundred low-grade spirit stones. If you need money, take it and exchange it."

"Owner……"

Shuang'er looked at the jade bottle, her eyes reddening.

No one had ever been this kind to her since she was a child.

When Qin Mo came downstairs, everyone in the lobby was stunned.

"He's not dead?"

"He actually withstood the demonic energy from three female half-demons with spiritual roots?"

Those cultivators who came to see the spectacle early in the morning were all dumbfounded.