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

The seals closed, sealing the ten storage rings in mid-air.

Cang Tianyou looked at the golden seal and relaxed his shoulders.

The eighteen spiritual artifacts behind Cang Xuanjun were still in operation, with swords and sabers suspended in the air and bells and cauldrons protecting him. In their eyes, the outcome was already decided.

Qin Mo raised his hand and tapped the stone table.

"Enforcer Pei, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on this betting game."

As he spoke, he took out ten top-grade spirit stones and neatly placed them in front of Pei Zhao.

Pei Zhao pressed down on the talisman at his waist, his gaze falling on the spirit stone.

"Once the betting agreement is sealed, no one can go back on their word."

"I trust the Enforcement Division."

Qin Mo pushed the spirit stones forward, then turned around and opened his storage ring.

A crimson longsword, a black-patterned heavy shield, and a bronze battle sword—three top-grade spiritual artifacts—landed one after another on the table.

Those who were just discussing how much money the Azure Dragon Sect had made suddenly fell silent.

Qin Mo then took out a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng.

The roots landed on the table, and the aroma of medicine spread.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators swallowed hard on the spot, and even several Golden Core elders turned their gazes towards it.

Following closely behind, one after another, the ten-thousand-year-old purple lingzhi, the nine-bend spirit vine, the thousand-year-old fire marrow, and the earth's core jade milk were placed on the stone table.

Qin Mo picked up a jade bottle containing a sixth-grade breakthrough pill.

"These can also be bet on."

He placed the jade bottle at the very front.

Cang Tianyou's eyes widened, and his hand instinctively reached for his waist.

The storage ring has already been handed over to the Enforcement Department, and it's too late for him to back out now.

"How much more are you hiding?"

He blurted out the question, his face grim.

Qin Mo looked up at him.

"Take good care of your ring first."

A few soft laughs came from the surrounding area.

Cang Tianyou's cheek twitched, and he turned to look at Cang Xuanjun on the stage.

The storage rings of all ten members of the Azure Dragon Sect have been sealed.

Looking at what Qin Mo had laid out, none of them were willing to give it up.

Lei Qianyao came out first.

He closed the jade fan, handed his storage ring to Pei Zhao, and tapped the ring face with his knuckles.

"I bet on Cang Xuanjun."

The disciples of Tiandan Pavilion immediately followed.

Lei Qianyao has formed his Golden Core and possesses a top-grade Thunder Spirit Root, while Cang Wuyue on the Military Contract Platform before him doesn't even have any spiritual power.

Cang Lingxiao also squeezed out of the crowd, put down his storage ring, and stared at Qin Mo.

"Put your things here, and I'll keep them for you."

Qin Mo glanced at him.

"Pay first, then we'll talk."

Cang Lingxiao paused for a moment, then handed over the ring.

Following closely behind, Xie Wufeng, Luo Zhiwei, Jiang Qinghe, and other prodigies from various sects placed their bets one after another.

Some people are betting on Cang Xuanjun, while others are placing their treasures on the ten disciples of the Canglong Sect.

They all believed that Cang Wuyue wouldn't survive the first round.

The number of storage rings beside the stone table is increasing.

Once the thirteenth foreign storage ring fell into the Law Enforcement Seal, the number of sealed items had reached twenty-three.

From behind the crowd, a girl wearing a short fur coat walked over with her arms crossed.

She was young, and was followed by two blue-furred spirit beasts; she was none other than Luo Xiaoman, the little princess of Beast King Valley.

She stared at the stone table for a long time before reaching out to take off her storage ring.

"I also suppress Cang Xuanjun."

As soon as she finished speaking, she handed the ring to Pei Zhao.

Pei Zhao took the storage ring and reminded him, "If there are any items inside that cannot be traded, you can take them out now."

Luo Xiaoman pursed her lips and pressed her palm against the ring.

"There's a beast-taming bell left by my mother inside. If I lose, it's on me."

She spoke crisply, but her eyes darkened.

That snow-white jade bell was something her mother left her.

Pei Zhao looked at her for a moment, then put the storage ring into his magic seal.

Qin Mo stared at the ring, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the table.

This table of food was enough to make even Nascent Soul cultivators fight over it, yet he continued to take more out.

Another top-grade spiritual weapon fell, and two more ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were placed on the stone table.

The betting prodigies' breathing became heavy, their eyes scanning the treasures within the seal again and again, wishing they could end the judgment immediately.

Hua Meiniang stood behind Qin Mo, the wound on her shoulder not yet fully healed.

She stared at the table full of things, her voice very low.

"Master, aren't you afraid someone will become greedy by laying out all your assets?"

After she finished speaking, she moved her sleeve closer to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo turned his head to look at her.

"Anyone who dares to reach out, I'll chop them up."

Hua Meiniang raised the corner of her eye and immediately shut her mouth.

Qin Mo was well aware of the risks involved in this gamble.

The more he stakes out, the more people will be watching him once he enters the Ancient Ruins.

But that's exactly the result he wanted.

When the time comes, anyone who wants to take his things will voluntarily deliver them to him.

Each storage ring is a mobile treasure trove.

On the upper floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion, Luo Zhiwei was looking at the Military Contract Platform.

Shangguan Yue, who was beside her, turned around and looked towards the north gate of Xuantian City.

A group of black-clad cultivators had just entered, and Shangguan Yue recognized the dark silver patterns on their cuffs.

Those were the secret guards of the Xiao family's main branch.

Mo Yu followed her gaze, his expression darkening.

"Miss, should we stop them?"

Shangguan Yue withdrew her gaze and pressed her palm against the windowsill.

"Keep an eye on Xiao Tianci and don't let him get close to Qin Mo."

Mo Yu responded and turned to go downstairs.

Shangguan Yue looked at Qin Mo again.

The man stood beside the stone table, still clutching a piece of ancient jade in his hand, his face showing no sign of reluctance.

Her brow furrowed slightly.

Qin Mo has made himself the most conspicuous target in the entire city. Just how many lives are he prepared to use to fill this pit?

On the platform of military contracts, Pei Zhao raised the law enforcement decree.

"The betting agreement is finalized; the trial begins."

As soon as the voice fell, the cultivators below the stage immediately stepped back.

Cang Xuanjun raised his hand to form a seal, and the eighteen spiritual artifacts rose up simultaneously.

The long sword cleaved the ground, the heavy hammer pressed down on Cang Wuyue, three protective shields blocked her retreat, and the cyan flying sword circled behind her.

Cang Wuyue stood beside the array's core, her robes billowing in the spiritual pressure.

Her dantian had long been destroyed, and she could no longer feel any spiritual energy in her body.

Faced with this encirclement and attack, she simply held the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token across her chest.

Cang Tianyou stared at her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"A cripple dares to accept the ancestral decree's judgment? Just wait to kneel down."

Qin Mo turned her head and glanced at him.

"You're laughing too soon."

Cang Tianyou's smile froze on his face.

Cang Xuanjun ignored the voices below the stage and simultaneously locked onto Cang Wuyue with eighteen divine senses.

The magical artifact pierced through the air, leaving long marks on the platform, and the surrounding array pillars lit up as well.

Cang Wuyue raised the Ancestral Master's Decree.

Golden blood-red patterns climbed up her arm, and when the blood-red marks touched her shoulder, a dragon's roar came from inside the Ancestral Master's Token.

Cang Xuanjun paused his hand seals for a moment.

Four golden ancient seal characters appeared on the ancestral master's decree.

Azure Dragon Commander.

The next moment, the Ancestral Master's Decree left Cang Wuyue's palm and stopped in front of her.

A golden palm print emerged from the token, its five fingers gripping the magical artifact in mid-air.

The eighteen magical artifacts trembled simultaneously.

The color drained from Cang Xuanjun's face.

He forcefully activated his divine sense, trying to pull the magical artifacts back to his side, but the nine artifacts had already lost their response.

The veins on Cang Xuanjun's forehead throbbed, and he formed a new hand seal with his ten fingers.

"Come back here!"

The nine magical artifacts remained completely still.

Cang Wuyue grasped the Ancestral Master's Token and looked up at him.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the military covenant platform.

"Things from the Azure Dragon Sect are bound by ancestral decrees."

The golden palm print pressed down again.

The nine spiritual weapons behind Cang Xuanjun all turned around, their blades aimed at their original master.

Beside the stone table, all twenty-three storage rings had been sealed.

The cultivators who had been waiting to take away the treasures just now all had tense expressions and could no longer smile.