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

The longsword on Xie Wufeng's back was still humming, and the scabbard was trembling slightly, as if it would be drawn on its own at any moment.

An invisible sword aura swept across the ground, leaving white streaks on the dark blue-green stone bricks and scattering the dust from the cracks.

Leng Qingqiu, dressed in a snow-white sword-wielding robe, still stood beside Qin Mo.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind from the sword, but her gaze remained as cold as ever, showing no intention of backing down.

Cang Lingxiao hid behind the crowd, more than thirty feet away from Qin Mo.

After Zhao Gang's defeat, the Azure Dragon Sect had to fulfill the bet.

From now on, when they encounter people from Yunyu Palace, they must take a detour.

There were many people watching in the square, so Cang Lingxiao didn't dare to get close. He could only use the figures of the cultivators in front of him as cover, and with a gloomy face, he moved his lips a few times, condensing his voice into a line and sending it to Xie Wufeng.

Qin Mo didn't hear what was said, but he saw Xie Wufeng's brows furrow and his grip on the sword suddenly tighten.

Lei Qianyao closed his jade fan: "Brother Xie, you don't know yet, do you? This young master Qin just crippled Zhao Gang and punched through two high-grade spiritual artifacts. He's made quite a name for himself."

These words spread throughout the square, and everyone's attention turned to Qin Mo.

Zhao Gang suffered a crushing defeat; even his dantian was shattered.

The Azure Dragon Sect still can't hold its head high.

However, Zhao Gang was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, while Xie Wufeng had already formed the Golden Core.

Two major realms lie in the middle.

Leng Qingqiu stood in front of Qin Mo with her sword drawn, saying, "Qin Mo and I have no romantic relationship. I went to see him last night only to investigate the old case of Fang Aoyun's disappearance."

After she finished speaking, her gaze lingered on Qin Mo's face for a moment.

Before Fang Aoyun disappeared, Qin Mo happened to be in Chisha Town.

The fabric in the water dungeon, the appearance of Cang Wuyue, and the masked man of unknown identity—everything seemed suspicious.

Xie Wufeng saw her clearly with that one glance.

Leng Qingqiu's willingness to explain in public was beyond his expectations.

But after she finished explaining, she still looked at Qin Mo first.

Xie Wufeng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly: "Since it doesn't matter, you should stay away from him now."

Leng Qingqiu raised her sword sheath: "My affairs are none of your business."

A low chuckle rippled through the crowd.

The marriage between the two was only a verbal agreement between their elders.

Xie Wufeng acted like a fiancé, but Leng Qingqiu didn't give him any face at all.

Hua Meiniang covered her mouth: "It was indeed lively in Young Master Qin's room last night. Chief Xie is only now coming to intervene; it's too late."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators immediately perked up.

They didn't know how many people were in the house last night or what happened.

But Hua Meiniang's tone was enough to make one think for a long time.

Leng Qingqiu turned her head and glared at her.

Hua Meiniang turned her face away, her shoulders still trembling slightly, whether she was trying to suppress a laugh or her injuries were acting up.

Xie Wufeng's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and the long sword behind him was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The pressure from the Golden Core cultivator spread outwards, causing several Qi Refining cultivators who were nearby to feel a tightness in their chests and quickly retreat into the crowd.

The underground of the Wendao Square lit up with array patterns.

The patrolling law enforcement officer gripped the token at his waist, his gaze already fixed on Xie Wufeng.

In Xuantian City, you can challenge others to a duel and go to the arena of life and death, but you cannot fight in the street.

Xie Wufeng lowered his longsword: "Qin Mo, step onto the life-or-death arena. If you survive, I will no longer concern myself with Qingqiu's affairs."

The murmurs in the crowd suddenly changed.

A Golden Core sword cultivator voluntarily challenged a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator to a life-or-death duel.

If this gets out, the Misty Sword Pavilion will lose face.

Cang Wuyue pressed down on the soft sword: "The chief of the Sword Pavilion only bullies Qi Refining cultivators? This title is worthless."

The nearby monks joined in the commotion.

Some people dug up the life-or-death battle between Qin Mo and Zhao Gang, saying that Zhao Gang was at least one major realm higher.

Xie Wufeng has already formed his core, and his challenge to Qin Mo is clearly an attempt to suppress him with his superior cultivation.

Some people deliberately asked Xie Wufeng why he didn't challenge the Nascent Soul stage.

Xie Wufeng's facial muscles tensed as he continued to stare at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo brushed the dust off his sleeve: "I'm not accepting. You, a Golden Core cultivator, dare to challenge me, a mere Qi Refining Stage 5 cultivator? You even have the nerve to ask?"

A few laughs came from the crowd, quickly merging into one.

Xie Wufeng is quite famous among the younger generation in Dongzhou.

With a top-grade sword spirit root, early stage of the Golden Core realm, and the chief of the Misty Sword Pavilion, every identity surpasses Qin Mo's.

Now he uses these skills to bully Qi Refining cultivators, and even when he wins, no one praises him.

If we lose, we might as well give up on life.

Xie Wufeng took a step forward: "All you do is hide behind women?"

The array patterns on the plaza immediately pressed down on his feet.

Qin Mo raised his eyes: "I just finished beating Zhao Gang. If you really want to prove yourself, first suppress your cultivation to the peak of Foundation Establishment. If you dare to suppress it, I dare to beat you."

Xie Wufeng did not answer.

A sword cultivator's combat power largely comes from spiritual power and sword intent.

Even with his cultivation suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage, he wasn't entirely confident he could block Qin Mo's fists.

The surrounding cultivators waited for a long time, and seeing that he dared not respond, their laughter grew even louder.

Xie Wufeng's chest heaved several times before he withdrew his foot.

Fighting was forbidden within the city, so he could not forcefully take action.

The Life and Death Arena requires the consent of both parties. If Qin Mo doesn't sign the contract, he won't even have the chance to go on stage.

Xie Wufeng gripped the hilt of his sword: "Once we enter the Primordial Ruins, I will kill you first."

Qin Mo nodded: "Okay, I've got it."

Xie Wufeng was about to speak when Lei Qianyao stepped out from the crowd.

He stood in front of Qin Mo, tapping his jade fan twice in his palm.

Cang Lingxiao remained hidden in the distance, a smile in his eyes, clearly wanting to add fuel to the fire.

Lei Qianyao raised his chin: "There is no law enforcement department in the ruins. If you offend the Azure Dragon Sect and the Sword Pavilion, you won't live for more than a few days."

Qin Mo turned to the side: "You want to join the queue too?"

Lei Qianyao's face paused for a moment.

Several cultivators burst out laughing on the spot.

Xie Wufeng has already lost face by challenging a Qi Refining cultivator with his Golden Core cultivation level.

If Lei Qianyao were to accept the challenge, it would only make Tian Dan Pavilion a laughingstock.

He suppressed his anger and walked to the Inquiry Stele.

A large palm was placed on the surface of the stele, and a dull tremor emanated from inside the stele.

Blue lightning shot upwards along the patterns on the stele, quickly covering the entire Stele of Inquiry.

The clouds high in the sky churned and shifted.

Half of Xuantian City fell into darkness.

A bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds, hitting the top of the monument.

The roar echoed through the long street, causing the roof tiles to bounce. Nearby monks covered their ears, but their eardrums still ached from the vibrations.

More lightning bolts danced in the clouds, and the thunder drowned out the chatter in the square.

Four large characters are displayed on the top of the monument.

Top-grade lightning spirit root.

Several sect elders who were sitting on the high building watching all stood up.

The disciples of Tiandan Pavilion straightened their backs, having forgotten the ridicule they had suffered earlier.

Lei Qianyao turned around: "Qin Mo, did you see clearly?"

He had hoped to see panic on Qin Mo's face.

Qin Mo glanced at the clouds once, then turned and left.

Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue followed.

After a moment's hesitation, Leng Qingqiu also left the Daowen Stele.

A top-grade sword spirit root, a top-grade lightning spirit root, and Cang Lingxiao stirring things up from behind the scenes.

Qin Mo kept the three people in his heart.

Since they all want to kill him in the Ancient Ruins, that saves us the trouble.

At that time, he will want everything: inheritance, elixirs, magical artifacts, and storage rings.