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

Su Qingyi walked out of the west courtyard, her pace quickening.

The Forget-Heart Technique circulates through the meridians, gradually pressing the chaotic energy back into the dantian.

She walked to the end of the corridor, opened her palm, and the healing pill had turned into powder.

The wind blew through the eaves, carrying away the powder in my palm.

She stared at the empty medicine bottle for a moment, then casually tossed it into the flowerbed.

Who Qin Mo is with, and what does it have to do with her?

She was the one who broke off the engagement back then, and she was also the one who told Qin Mo to stop bothering her.

Qin Mo has several women around him now, but it's none of her business to care.

The Forget-Heart Mantra has completed another cycle.

The tightness in my chest still lingered.

Su Qingyi quickened her pace, her snow-white skirt sweeping across the stone steps, and soon disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Inside the room, Hua Meiniang had already changed her clothes.

The Blood Transformation Force was mostly swallowed up by the Qiankun Transformation Furnace, and the remaining power could not cause any trouble.

She leaned against the headboard, wearing a white undergarment over a black robe, and her face finally regained some color.

Qin Mo gripped her wrist: "You are not allowed to spread a single word of what you said last night."

Hua Meiniang lowered her eyes: "This servant will only obey my master."

The masked Dan King, Fang Aoyun, the water prison, and the Azure Dragon Sect's treasure vault.

If any of these identities were leaked, it would cause trouble.

Especially since Fang Aoyun has already died at Qin Mo's hands, the Fang family is still searching for him everywhere.

After Qin Mo finished checking the forbidden spell, he let her go back to the backyard.

As soon as it was light, Cang Wuyue came looking for him.

She arrived so suddenly last night that Qin Mo never got a clear answer.

The people from the Azure Dragon Sect were searching for her in the city, but she was able to accurately find the West Courtyard, which clearly indicates that she had other methods.

Cang Wuyue took out a copper coin: "Does Master still remember this code?"

The copper plate is engraved with three diagonal lines of varying depths. These lines are a mark that the two hastily agreed upon when they fled the Azure Dragon Sect. Even if someone else finds it, they would hardly be able to guess its meaning.

After entering the city, she first found the marks left along the way in the corners of walls, on stone steps, and under abandoned stalls.

The traces were very faint, some of them having been mostly washed away by the rain, but they always pointed to the vicinity of Lanyue Pavilion.

What truly drew her to the West Courtyard was the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Decree.

The Ancestral Master's Token had always been stored in Qin Mo's storage ring, its aura concealed by a restriction, and should not have been easily leaked.

However, Cang Wuyue still had the young master's blood mark on her body. When the two got close, the blood mark became faintly hot, and the ancestral token also trembled slightly, as they sensed each other.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and stroked the diagonal patterns on the copper plate, without speaking immediately.

A moment later, he put the copper piece into his sleeve. Although his expression did not change, he was already more wary.

Since Cang Wuyue was able to find the Ancestral Master's Token, it's also possible that it was locked by other members of the Canglong Sect.

I need to put the token in the inner space of the evolution furnace later, lest Cang Wuji follow the aura and come looking for me.

A muffled sound suddenly came from the east of the city.

The spiritual energy in the courtyard all flowed in the same direction.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of cyan light rose into the sky, and a large swath of illusory branches and leaves spread out, almost covering half of Xuantian City.

Cang Wuyue looked up: "Someone has detected a top-grade wood spirit root on the Dao Inquiry Stele."

Even before the Dao Discussion Conference officially began, the geniuses from various sects had already started competing in terms of aptitude.

Find out who these people are first, so you can avoid suffering losses when you enter the Ancient Ruins.

Qin Mo immediately ordered Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue to change their appearances, and also called Leng Qingqiu over.

The four avoided the disciples of Yunyu Palace and left Lanyue Pavilion through the back door.

Meanwhile, inside the city lord's mansion.

Madam Ning put down her teacup, and the strange blue phenomenon was reflected on the window paper.

Sitting opposite her, Jiang Lanxin, the Valley Master of Baicao Valley, remained unusually calm, clearly already knowing the outcome.

The person who just tested her spiritual root was none other than her personal disciple, Jiang Qinghe.

Madam Ning adjusted the lid of her cup: "Your disciple is quite good. My Che'er isn't engaged yet, so it would be more convenient for Hundred Herbs Valley to handle affairs in Xuantian City if our two families were to form a marriage alliance."

Jiang Lanxin gripped the teacup: "Qinghe is focused on cultivation; her marriage is her own decision."

This statement was very polite, but its meaning was quite clear.

Madam Ning's hand stopped on the cup lid.

Baicaogu controls a significant portion of the spiritual medicine business in Dongzhou, and Jiang Qinghe possesses a top-grade wood spirit root.

She had intended to arrange a marriage during the Daoist conference, but unexpectedly, Jiang Lanxin refused to even consider it.

Another sword cry rang out from outside the courtyard.

Madam Ning got up and walked to the window, asking if the azure phenomenon above the stele had been dispersed by the sword energy.

The Asking Square was packed with cultivators.

When Qin Mo arrived, a young man in white had just withdrawn his hand from the stone tablet.

Thousands of sword shadows hung high in the sky, their sword energy so oppressive that cultivators dared not approach.

Top-grade sword spirit root.

Xie Wufeng, the chief of the Misty Sword Pavilion.

Leng Qingqiu paused for a moment.

This reaction was observed by Cang Lingxiao, who was not far away.

Cang Lingxiao is the leading figure among the younger generation of the Canglong Sect.

After Zhao Gang was crippled, he and several disciples stood guard by the Dao Inquiry Stele, his face always grim.

Standing next to him was Lei Qianyao, who came from the Tiandan Pavilion.

Seeing Qin Mo and Leng Qingqiu appear together, the two deliberately walked towards Xie Wufeng.

Cang Lingxiao raised his chin: "Brother Xie, your family is about to be abducted by Yunyu Palace."

Xie Wufeng followed his gaze.

Leng Qingqiu stood beside Qin Mo, not far from him.

Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue changed their appearances, so others couldn't recognize them and just thought they were female disciples of Yunyu Palace.

Lei Qianyao stroked the jade fan: "Someone saw Miss Leng enter Lan Yue Pavilion last night, and she only came out now."

Discussions quickly arose from the surrounding area.

Xie Wufeng's smugness faded.

He pushed through the crowd and stood directly in front of Qin Mo.

Leng Qingqiu gripped the hilt of her sword: "Get out of the way."

Xie Wufeng stared at Qin Mo: "What's your relationship with him?"

This question caused the surrounding cultivators to stop talking.

Qin Mo originally wanted to see the test qualifications of the geniuses from various sects, but unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the square, he was given the reputation of stealing someone else's fiancée.

Leng Qingqiu lowered her brows: "I don't need to explain to you who I travel with."

Xie Wufeng's chest heaved as he forced a smile, "Our families have a pre-arranged marriage. How can you show your face to the Sword Pavilion by walking with another man in public?"

Leng Qingqiu drew her half-inch longsword: "That was just something an elder mentioned casually; I never agreed to it."

The sword blade reflected the light of the Daoist Stele, and Xie Wufeng's face tightened as well.

More and more monks gathered to watch.

Cang Lingxiao stood at the back of the crowd, staring at Qin Mo with an expression of watching a show.

Leng Qingqiu sheathed her sword: "After the Dao Discussion Conference concludes, I will ask my master to release us from the old agreement."

Xie Wufeng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he remained silent for a long while.

These words, spoken in front of cultivators from all sects, have already cut off all avenues of retreat.

Qin Mo touched his nose.

He and Leng Qingqiu were completely innocent; they never even held hands.

Last night, this woman broke into his room and even threatened him with a sword, demanding to know Fang Aoyun's whereabouts. Today, it's become his doing to steal her away.

Xie Wufeng turned his head and fixed his gaze on Qin Mo.

The sword aura in front of the Daoist Stele had not yet dissipated, and the long sword on his back was already humming.

Qin Mo met his gaze, her hands clenched tightly beneath her sleeves.

This rival, who appeared out of nowhere, clearly blamed him for everything.