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

As soon as Qin Mo stepped out of the Dao Asking Square, Lei Qianyao's voice came from behind him again.

Lei Qianyao closed the jade fan, his gaze following the man's retreating figure.

"Once I enter the ancient ruins, I'll take your life first."

Qin Mo stopped and glanced back at him.

"Okay, you'll be in line after Xie Wufeng."

The surrounding cultivators burst into laughter.

Laughter rose in waves, and several mischievous cultivators deliberately made way for them, pretending to see them off.

Lei Qianyao's face tightened, and his jade fan creaked under his weight.

Xie Wufeng stood beneath the Daoist Inquiry Stele, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. The two men stared at each other across the crowd for a moment, both placing the blame on Qin Mo.

Cang Lingxiao hid even further away.

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

If you see anyone from Yunyu Palace, you should take a detour.

He didn't even dare to get close to Qin Mo. He could only raise his hand and point at Qin Mo from half a street away, and then make a throat-slitting gesture towards the direction of the Ancient Ruins.

Qin Mo glanced at Cang Lingxiao indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes showing no fear.

The meaning is quite straightforward.

Once inside the ruins, he will kill.

Qin Mo counted them.

Xie Wufeng, Lei Qianyao, and Cang Lingxiao.

One by one, they all wanted to bury him in the ruins.

Hua Meiniang raised her hand to cover her mouth, suppressing a laugh as she said, "Master is so popular, I'm almost jealous."

Qin Mo glanced at her.

"All those who wanted to kill me were men, and you eat them too?"

Hua Meiniang raised the corners of her eyes but did not reply.

Leng Qingqiu took two steps to the side, her face darkening.

She finally understood that as long as she was with Qin Mo, even serious conversations could be distorted by these two.

Just as the group was about to leave, a group of Canglong Sect disciples came from across the street.

The young man leading the group was dressed in a golden dragon robe with more than a dozen storage bags hanging from his waist. He was none other than Cang Xuanjun, the current chief disciple of the Canglong Sect.

Cang Xuanjun recognized Qin Mo from afar.

He immediately stopped, his face tense for a long time, before leading his men into a side alley.

The square betting incident had thousands of witnesses.

If he denies it in public, the Azure Dragon Sect will only lose more face.

Cang Wuyue stepped out from behind Qin Mo and tore off her disguise mask.

"Cang Xuanjun, stop right there."

When that face was revealed, all the disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect stopped in their tracks.

Cang Xuanjun turned around, his brows furrowed.

He clearly hadn't expected that Cang Wuyue, whose dantian had been destroyed and who was being hunted down, would still dare to appear in Xuantian City.

A tall, thin young man squeezed out from the back of the line.

This person's name is Cang Tianyou, and he is a collateral disciple of the Cang Wuji lineage.

After Cang Juexing was crippled, he participated in the search for Cang Wuyue and her daughter.

Cang Tianyou pointed at her and called out loudly.

"The traitor is here! Seize her!"

Cang Wuyue tore off the wristband.

Golden dragon patterns lit up along his arm, and the aura of his bloodline spread outwards.

The identity tokens on the waists of the Canglong Sect disciples vibrated simultaneously, and even the chief token on Cang Xuanjun's chest lit up with golden light.

This is a bloodstain unique to the young masters of each generation.

Cang Xuanjun's raised hand froze in mid-air, his expression changing several times.

The entire Canglong Sect knew that Cang Wuyue's dantian had been destroyed.

Now that there are no obvious spiritual energy fluctuations on her body, she was able to make it to Xuantian City alive, mostly thanks to Qin Mo's escort.

Cang Xuanjun suppressed his thoughts and focused his gaze on her storage ring.

The Azure Dragon Ancestor's Decree is very likely inside.

"Hand over the Ancestral Master's Token and storage ring, and I'll let you leave."

Cang Wuyue took out a golden token and held it steadily in her palm.

"I beseech the ancestral decree to decide the matter by the blood seal of the young master."

The dragon pattern on the token lit up section by section.

The faces of the Azure Dragon Sect disciples on both sides of the long street all changed.

The Ancestral Decree is a rule left over from the founding of the Azure Dragon Sect.

The position of young master is in dispute, and both sides can use the blood seal and the ancestral master's decree to determine the rightful successor.

The loser relinquishes his identity as the young master, and his life or death is left to the victor.

Cang Xuanjun stared at the Ancestral Master's Decree, his breathing becoming heavier.

If he wins this match, the token, the storage ring, and the inheritance on Cang Wuyue's body will all fall into his hands.

Cang Tianyou moved closer to him and lowered his voice.

"She's already a cripple, this is a freebie."

Cang Xuanjun did not agree immediately.

Qin Mo then crippled Zhao Gang on the Life and Death Arena.

The fact that Cang Wuyue dared to show herself at this time suggests that she had likely made preparations behind the scenes.

Seeing his hesitation, Cang Tianyou became more anxious.

"If the chief dares not, I will."

The moment those words were spoken, the eyes of the surrounding Azure Dragon Sect disciples fell upon them.

Cang Xuanjun's jaw tightened.

If he steps down, his position as chief will be unstable.

"I accept this ruling."

Cang Wuyue pressed the Ancestral Master's Decree to his chest, his expression unchanged.

"Then please have the Xuantian City Law Enforcement Division open the military contract platform."

Nearby cultivators had already gathered around.

The struggle for the rightful succession of the young master is even rarer than an ordinary life-or-death battle.

The news spread along the long street, and people flocked to the square.

A young man in black armor led a law enforcement monk through the crowd.

He had three silver decrees hanging from his waist and the words "Xuantian" embroidered on his chest.

The guide stepped forward quickly and whispered his identity.

Pei Zhao, the true inheritor of the law enforcement tradition of the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

Pei Zhao checked the Ancestral Master's Token and verified the bloodline aura of the two people before his gaze fell on Cang Wuyue.

She currently lacks the sect's golden token, and according to the rules of Xuantian City, she cannot perform on stage.

Qin Mo took out a communication jade talisman.

Not long after, Gu Yingxue fell from the sky above the long street.

After figuring out the reason, she took out a blank guest token and re-engraved Cang Wuyue's name and aura into it.

"She is a temporary guest of the Cloud and Rain Palace, and I will vouch for her."

Pei Zhao took the token, verified its authenticity, and then slapped it onto the center of the street.

A low thud came from the ground.

Large slabs of blue bricks receded to the sides, revealing a black stone platform covered with military patterns rising from the ground.

At each of the four corners of the platform stood a spirit-locking pillar, while in the center were two blood pact arrays.

Pei Zhao raised the enforcement order.

"Once the military contract is signed, one is responsible for one's own life and death."

Meanwhile, on the north side of Xuantian City, inside a closed courtyard.

Xiao Tianci slammed a photographic jade onto the table.

The jade disc contains the image of Qin Mo standing on the life-or-death stage.

Blood Butcher is dead.

Shangguan Yue has broken off the engagement.

Even the cultivators of Xuantian City are talking about Qin Mo's punch.

Xiao Tianci gripped the teacup, and several fine cracks appeared on the rim.

A hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"If we can't take action in the city, the price will double."

Xiao Tianci tossed out a storage bag.

"Bring me his head back once he leaves the city."

A hand wearing a black feather glove caught the storage bag.

A soft rustling came from the roof beam, and only a single dark raven feather remained in the room, landing on the table.

The long street was already packed with onlookers around the military contract platform.

Cang Xuanjun stepped onto the high platform and patted the storage bag at his waist with both hands.

Swords, blades, bells, towers, and shields flew out one after another.

More than ten magical artifacts hung behind him, their spiritual light pressing down on half of the high platform.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Cang Xuanjun's most famous skill is his ability to control multiple spiritual artifacts simultaneously.

He dared to accept the ancestral decree's judgment, so he must have some trump card up his sleeve.

Cang Tianyou stood at the front of the crowd, already waiting for Cang Wuyue to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Cang Wuyue walked to the other side of the array eye.

She did not draw her sword.

With his right hand pressed against the ancestral token, golden dragon patterns surged from the token, climbing up his wrist and onto his shoulder.

The dozen or so spiritual artifacts behind Cang Xuanjun were all aimed at her at the same time.