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

As soon as Qin Mo stepped off the life-and-death arena, the surrounding cultivators parted to make way for him.

Those who had previously mocked Yunyu Palace for having no capable members now bowed their heads in disapproval.

Some people stared at the white jade bricks under their feet, while others simply hid in the crowd, afraid that Qin Mo would remember their faces.

The guide caught up with the roster in hand.

"Young Master Qin, Zhao Gang's golden token has been removed from the list. According to the rules of the life-or-death duel, what he left on the stage belongs to you."

He handed over a storage ring and put the fragments of the Zhenyue Sword and Panlong Spear into the bag.

"These scraps of metal are considered spoils of war?"

"The dragon spirit within the Panlong Spear has dissipated, but the materials are still worth some spirit stones. Although the Zhenyue Sword is broken, it can be reforged at the weapon-refining pavilion."

Qin Mo accepted the bag.

Once a broken piece of equipment is in his hands, it's no longer considered useless.

The guide lowered his voice.

"After today, all the sects in Xuantian City will be watching you closely. Cang Wuji has suffered such a great loss; he may not be willing to tolerate it."

"Aren't private fights allowed in the city?"

"It's not allowed openly."

"That's enough."

Qin Mo stuffed the storage ring into his sleeve and turned to walk towards the people from Yunyu Palace.

Shen Ruoyan came forward first and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've kept it well hidden. Even I didn't know you had this much strength."

"My senior sister didn't ask either."

"You'll tell me if I ask?"

"Won't."

Shen Ruoyan's eyebrows twitched as she was silenced, and she twirled the short blade halfway through her hand.

"Believe it or not, I'll stab you right now?"

"I believe you. But there are thousands of people surrounding here. Is Senior Sister really willing to let me go back so easily after just becoming famous?"

Xu Qing couldn't help but turn her head and cough.

Su Qingyi stood a few steps away, her gaze lingering on Qin Mo's right hand for a long time.

That hand had just snapped a high-grade spiritual weapon, yet there wasn't even a scratch on its palm.

"Where did you learn your body-refining techniques?"

She asked.

"Found it in Remnant Pill Valley."

"What kind of cultivation technique allows a Qi Refining Stage 5 cultivator to destroy two high-grade spiritual artifacts with their bare hands?"

Qin Mo straightened his cuffs.

"Saintess Su, we've long since settled our differences. Asking such detailed questions isn't appropriate, is it?"

Su Qingyi's jaw tightened, her grip on the sword tightened, and she ultimately did not ask any further questions.

Gu Yingxue walked up to Qin Mo, grabbed his wrist, and examined it.

The true energy bypassed the muscles and bones, but was quickly blocked by a thick layer of blood energy.

She looked up at Qin Mo.

"Three days in the secret realm, and you've only solidified your foundation?"

"That's exactly what I said at the time."

"You know how to find loopholes in what you say."

Gu Yingxue loosened her grip on her wrist, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

"Well done today. The Azure Dragon Sect has been trampling on the Cloud Rain Palace for many years, and we've finally gotten our revenge."

The Yunyu Palace disciples also gathered around.

"Junior Brother Qin, how did you train that punch?"

"Zhao Gang's gun was poisoned, how come you weren't affected?"

"From now on, if anyone says that our Cloud Rain Palace has no one to rely on, tell them to go find Junior Brother Qin!"

Qin Mo was surrounded by questions.

Gu Yingxue raised her hand to silence the crowd.

"Let's find a place to stay first. The conference hasn't started yet, so let's not all crowd the square."

The group left Tianjiao Square.

People along the way kept glancing at Qin Mo.

Several sect deacons even proactively sent him their name cards, wanting to invite him to the banquet.

Shen Ruoyan stopped all those calling cards.

"He's busy."

A middle-aged monk was unwilling to leave.

"Miss Shen, my elders only wish to have a cup of tea with Young Master Qin."

"If you want to drink it, go back and boil some water yourself."

"this……"

"If you block my way again, I'll treat you to a drink at Tianjiao Terrace."

The man glanced at the short blade in her hand, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Qin Mo touched his nose.

"Senior sister, you've chased all my customers away."

"Don't even try. They're trying to find out about you. If you dare go out tonight, I'll break your legs first."

"Is there any freedom left in the Cloud and Rain Palace?"

Shen Ruoyan glanced at him sideways.

"no."

The Lanyue Pavilion, which was leased by Yunyu Palace, is located in the east of the city and has three courtyards.

Gu Yingxue lived in the main courtyard, while the other disciples each had a guest room.

Qin Mo, being the only male disciple in the group, was assigned to the most remote West Courtyard.

Just before entering the room, Gu Yingxue called out to him.

"You've made a name for yourself today, but you've also made an enemy. Don't wander around at night."

"Cang Wuji still dares to trespass into the Moon-Embracing Pavilion?"

"Cang Wuji wouldn't dare, but others might."

She paused.

"The Dao Discussion Conference has gathered cultivators from all over the Eastern Continent. Some want to win you over, some want to get rid of you, and some are eyeing your body-refining inheritance. Keep your doors and windows closed, and if anything happens, crush the communication jade talisman."

Qin Mo accepted the jade talisman.

"Don't worry, Elder, I won't go anywhere tonight."

Gu Yingxue then left.

After nightfall, the west courtyard became quiet.

Qin Mo closed the door, set up soundproof barriers around the room, and took out the storage ring he had obtained during the day.

Zhao Gang is quite wealthy.

The ring contained over seven thousand high-grade spirit stones, two bottles of fourth-grade healing pills, a copy of the "Azure Dragon Body Refining Technique," and several refining materials.

Qin Mo then took out the broken Zhenyue Sword and Panlong Spear.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace floated on the tabletop, and numbers lit up on its walls.

Reforging the Zhenyue Sword requires three hundred strands of Qiankun Qi.

Reforging the Panlong Spear requires six hundred strands of Qiankun Qi.

"Nine hundred is not many."

Just as Qin Mo was about to throw the two broken pieces into the furnace, a soft thud came from outside the courtyard wall as tiles were being pressed down.

He put away the furnace and looked up at the window.

The left window was pushed open, and a woman in black climbed into the room.

She landed unsteadily, her shoulder hitting the corner of the table, and blood seeped through her veil.

"Master, save me..."

Qin Mo's face darkened.

"Hua Meiniang?"

Before he finished speaking, the back window opened.

Cang Wuyue changed into a gray dress and disguised her face.

She climbed into the house and fastened the window latches behind her.

"Master, the Azure Dragon Sect is investigating all the inns, so I had no choice but to come to you."

Hua Meiniang raised her head.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to call him master?"

Cang Wuyue pressed her hand against the soft sword at her waist.

"That's what I should be asking you."

The door opened at that moment.

Leng Qingqiu slipped into the room, remembering to bolt the door as she closed it.

"Qin Mo, I'm here to repay the favor I did in the water dungeon. By the way, what's the deal with that masked bastard...?"

She turned around, the rest of her words stuck in her throat.

Leng Qingqiu recognized Cang Wuyue.

The longsword was drawn, its blade pointing directly at her brow.

"Young Master of the Azure Dragon Sect, how dare you infiltrate Xuantian City!"

Cang Wuyue drew her soft sword.

"Put the sword away."

Hua Meiniang mistakenly thought the two were about to fight, so she raised her palm to protect Qin Mo, and black demonic energy surged out from her sleeve.

Leng Qingqiu stared at the Netherworld Sect token that was exposed on her chest.

"The Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Cult?"

She looked at Qin Mo again, and changed the direction of the long sword in her hand.

"One calls you 'Master,' and the other carries a Demonic Sect token. Qin Mo, just how many identities are you hiding?"

Qin Mo sat on the edge of the couch, watching the three people in the room draw their swords, his temples throbbing.

Hua Meiniang spoke first.

"Master, who is the masked person she's talking about?"

Cang Wuyue immediately followed up with, "What about the water prison?"

Leng Qingqiu gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

"And Fang Aoyun. That night he took Cang Wuyue aboard the flying boat, and then disappeared without a trace."

Three pairs of eyes fell on Qin Mo.

Just then, Shen Ruoyan's voice came from outside the door.

"Qin Mo, why is there a woman talking in your room?"