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

The array patterns on the military contract platform lit up, and crimson-gold light rapidly traveled along the cracks in the stone, the deep hum causing eardrum pain.

More than ten spiritual weapons hung behind Cang Xuanjun, their blades and edges spinning simultaneously, emitting a piercing friction sound. With a flick of his finger, all the blades aimed at Cang Wuyue, a chilling killing intent enveloping the entire platform.

Cang Wuyue stood on the other side, without any fluctuation of spiritual power on her body.

She simply pressed the Ancestral Master's Decree under her palm, and golden dragon patterns crawled up her arm, moving slowly as if they were alive. The mountain wind lifted the hem of her clothes, but she didn't even flinch.

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect below the stage were already convinced that she was doomed to lose, and their jeers and whispers rose and fell.

Cang Tianyou crossed his arms, his face full of disdain.

Even if someone whose dantian has been destroyed survives, they cannot withstand a single attack from Cang Xuanjun.

However, no one noticed that the core array pattern beneath Cang Wuyue's feet, which had been dormant for many years, was quietly lighting up.

Just as Pei Zhao was about to issue the enforcement order, Qin Mo raised his hand to stop him.

He patted the storage bag at his waist: "With so many people watching, it's no fun just about life and death. Why don't we start a betting pool?"

Pei Zhao turned to look at him, but did not immediately agree.

The betting platform allows gambling, provided both parties agree and the bets are sealed by the enforcement department, making it impossible for anyone to renege.

Qin Mo took out a storage ring and casually tossed it onto the stone table beside the platform.

The ring face is engraved with a blue dragon pattern.

Cang Tianyou recognized the item, and the smile on his face immediately froze.

This is Zhao Gang's storage ring.

Zhao Gang was crippled on the Life and Death Arena, and Qin Mo took away all of the more than 7,000 high-grade spirit stones, pills, and cultivation techniques in his ring.

Now that Qin Mo has displayed this ring again, it's like publicly reopening the wounds of the Azure Dragon Sect.

Qin Mo tapped the table: "The fortune Zhao Gang gave us, we can use it to make more money. Who among you dares to take it?"

Several Canglong Sect disciples clenched their teeth.

Cang Tianyou took a step forward: "You think you can keep winning just because you got lucky and won one game?"

Qin Mo pushed the storage ring: "Then show me your assets. Don't just talk the talk."

Low laughter came from all around.

Cang Tianyou reached for his waist, but stopped halfway through.

His storage ring contained life-saving items for entering the Primordial Ruins. If he really lost, he wouldn't even dare to return to his sect.

Cang Xuanjun glanced at him, and Cang Tianyou could only retreat back into the crowd.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the crowd.

Several Netherworld Cult disciples pushed aside the onlookers.

The leader, dressed in a dark red robe with a Holy Son's Token hanging at his waist, was none other than Murong Yi, who had pursued them all the way into Xuantian City.

He was originally staring at Qin Mo, but as he passed by Hua Meiniang, the soul tablet at his waist suddenly vibrated.

Hua Meiniang has changed her appearance, and her breath has been suppressed by drugs.

The soul imprint is hidden in the divine aperture, and it cannot deceive the Holy Son's soul tablet at all.

A dark red light fell on her snow-white neck, instantly revealing the previously hidden soul patterns.

Murong Yi's face twitched: "Hua Meiniang, you really dare to come to Xuantian City."

Hua Meiniang moved half a step behind Qin Mo.

Her shoulder injury had not yet healed, and bloodstains were seeping through her black robe.

Murong Yi pointed at her: "As the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Sect, you have acknowledged the disciples of the Cloud Rain Palace as your masters. If the Sect Leader knew of this, he would surely extract your soul."

The surrounding cultivators quickly recognized Hua Meiniang's identity.

The Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Cult, who had been missing for many days, was now actually following Qin Mo.

The rumors circulating in Lan Yue Pavilion last night have now been answered.

Qin Mo blocked Murong Yi's view: "You led people to hunt down your own Holy Maiden, and you still have the nerve to mention the Sect Leader?"

Murong Yi's hand froze in mid-air.

Qin Mo didn't give him a chance to speak and directly brought the matter to light.

In order to find the masked alchemist king, Murong Yi first sent men to ambush and kill Hua Meiniang, and then interrogated her about the whereabouts of the elixir.

The Netherworld Cult is embroiled in a power struggle, with the Holy Son willing to sacrifice the Holy Daughter's life for credit, yet now he's pretending to be a good guy.

The direction of the discussion in the crowd immediately changed.

Several Netherworld Sect disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look at Murong Yi.

If word gets back to the sect that the Holy Maiden is being hunted down, the elders who support Hua Meiniang will not let it go.

Murong Yi gritted his teeth: "Qin Mo, you can't protect her."

Qin Mo patted the storage ring on the table: "If you want to mess with my people, go to the Enforcement Department and sign a life-or-death contract first. If you don't have the guts, stand back and don't delay my winnings."

Pei Zhao was standing right next to the stage.

No matter how much Murong Yi wanted to make a move, he could only retract his raised hand.

He stared at Hua Meiniang for a moment, then led his men to retreat outside the crowd, but did not leave.

Qin Mo looked at the Canglong Sect members again.

Zhao Gang's storage ring alone is not enough to drag all these people into the gambling game.

He flipped his palm, and ten beams of spiritual light landed on the stone table one after another.

The top-grade golden spirit iron fell first, its golden light overshadowing the spiritual artifacts on the weapon contract platform.

Following closely behind were the Thousand-Year Fire Marrow, Ten-Thousand-Year Red Ginseng, Earth Core Jade Milk, Nine-Bend Spirit Vine, Profound Yin Marrow, Purple Thunder Crystal, Golden Pattern Dao Fruit, Superior Heart-Protecting Mirror, and a Rank 6 Breakthrough Pill sealed in a jade bottle.

Ten treasures were arranged in a row.

The surrounding sounds were silenced.

Top-grade Golden Spirit Iron can be used to reforge top-grade spiritual weapons.

The Thousand-Year Fire Marrow can help cultivators with fire spirit roots break through to higher realms.

Even when severely injured, the red ginseng can preserve the meridians.

Any one of these items would be enough to make Golden Core cultivators fight tooth and nail for it.

Hua Meiniang looked at the table full of treasures and raised an eyebrow: "Master, you've emptied your coffers, aren't you afraid others will covet them?"

Qin Mo glanced at her: "You're only allowed to look. If anyone reaches out, I'll chop them up."

Several cultivators who were near the stone table immediately stopped.

Pei Zhao personally inspected the ten treasures and confirmed that they were not fakes.

The value of these items is enough to gamble with the entire fortune of the ten disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect present.

Qin Mo divided the ten treasures: "I bet on Cang Wuyue to win. Each of you ten will take one. If you lose, the storage ring is mine."

The breathing of everyone in the Azure Dragon Sect became disordered as they looked at Cang Wuyue on the stage.

Her dantian was destroyed, and she had no spiritual power.

Cang Xuanjun, however, was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm and could simultaneously control more than ten spiritual artifacts.

In this gamble, the treasure was already laid out before them.

Cang Xuanjun stared at the top-grade golden spirit iron, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

If he wins, this divine material will belong to him.

With the top-grade Golden Spirit Iron, his natal magic sword can be upgraded another level.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qin Mo pushed Zhao Gang's storage ring forward a foot.

"If the Azure Dragon Sect is afraid of even a cripple, then there's no point in fighting this Ancestral Decree Judgment."

Cang Xuanjun took off his storage ring and placed it heavily on the stone table.

The other nine disciples couldn't sit still any longer.

One by one, the storage rings fell down.

Cang Tianyou handed it over last, his hand still pressed against the ring, refusing to let go until people around him urged him to. Only then did he grit his teeth and release it.

Pei Zhao raised the enforcement order.

A golden seal rose from the platform, engulfing all ten treasures and ten storage rings within it.

The seal closed, and the auras of both parties were simultaneously etched into the gambling contract.

Qin Mo looked at the ten storage rings in the magic seal, and then glanced at the spiritual artifacts behind Cang Xuanjun.

Before the battle even began, the Azure Dragon Sect's entire fortune was already in his hands.