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

The golden palm print on the weapon contract platform closed its five fingers, trapping all eighteen magical artifacts in mid-air.

The blade turned towards Cang Xuanjun, the sword tip grazing past his protective robe.

The bells and tripods lost control and crashed together heavily.

The owner of the magical artifact was still standing in the crowd, his smile already fading.

Cang Tianyou swallowed hard and forced himself to speak: "Cang Wuyue took the Life-Burning Pill, she won't last much longer."

The surrounding Azure Dragon Sect disciples immediately echoed this sentiment.

They were unwilling to acknowledge that Cang Wuyue's cultivation had been restored, and even less willing to admit that the Ancestral Master's decree had recognized her as the crippled young master.

Qin Mo leaned against the stone table and tapped his fingers on the surface.

"Keep lying to yourself."

Upon hearing this, the veins on Cang Tianyou's neck immediately bulged.

He was about to retort when Cang Wuyue on the stage raised her face.

A powerful aura emanated from her body.

The hem of her clothes billowed backward, and the array patterns beneath her feet lit up one after another.

The aura was calm and sustained, with a solid foundation, and even the damaged dantian remained completely undisturbed.

The Life-Burning Pill can only burn away lifespan and forcibly boost cultivation level.

The person who takes the medicine cannot last more than a few breaths before their breathing becomes disordered.

Cang Wuyue's condition has clearly recovered completely.

"Golden Core, she really is a Golden Core cultivator!"

Someone in the crowd cried out.

The men who were escorting Cang Xuanjun changed their expressions one after another.

Those storage rings have already been sealed by the gambling contract, and it's too late to get them back.

Cang Xuanjun stared at Cang Wuyue, gripping the gun handle tightly with his hand.

"You've already recovered?"

Cang Wuyue did not answer.

She clenched her fist, and the dragon pattern on the ancestral master's token shone brightly.

The golden hand pressed down, and the eighteen magical artifacts emitted a low hum.

Cang Xuanjun immediately formed a hand seal, and spiritual power flowed into each magical artifact along with his divine thoughts.

"Stop her!"

With all eighteen magical artifacts exerting their power simultaneously, the blood pact array patterns on the table were pressed into cracks.

High in the sky, a golden dragon materialized, its head looking down at the weapon contract platform, its giant claws slamming down on Cang Wuyue with heavy pressure.

Cang Wuyue raised her hand to meet her.

The golden palm print collided with the dragon claw, and the shockwaves spread outwards.

The onlookers retreated several steps, their robes fluttering in the wind.

Several cracks appeared in the stone bricks beneath Cang Wuyue's feet.

Her arm remained firmly suspended in mid-air.

The Ancestral Master's Token lit up again, and a dragon's roar emanated from the token.

The eighteen magical artifacts on the stage trembled in unison, and the killing move that was originally aimed at Cang Wuyue stopped on the spot.

Cang Xuanjun's face darkened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"I am the chief disciple of the Azure Dragon Sect; they only obey my orders!"

Cang Wuyue finally spoke: "The Ancestral Master's Token is in my hands."

She extended her palm forward.

Who do you think you are?

The golden palm print pushed the illusory dragon backward.

The dragon opened its mouth, and just as its spiritual energy condensed into a breath, its body was crushed by the palm print, turning into a sky full of golden light.

Cang Xuanjun activated the eighteen spiritual artifacts once more.

A long sword cleaved down, a heavy hammer slammed down, and flying swords pierced through from both sides.

More than ten deadly moves were all aimed at Cang Wuyue.

The ancestral master's decree hung in front of her.

The dragon patterns on the token transformed into chains, binding swords, bells, and tripods.

The magical artifacts changed direction mid-air and crashed into Cang Xuanjun.

Cang Xuanjun raised his arm to block the heavy shield, and his body was knocked back several feet.

The moment his feet left the center of the formation, the bronze sword behind him had already grazed his neck.

The protective robe was torn open by the blade's wind, and shreds of cloth fell all over the ground.

Cang Xuanjun roared and pressed down on his natal dragon spear with both hands.

The spear spirit on the dragon spear hissed, and the shaft vibrated incessantly, causing his tiger's mouth to split open.

Blood flowed down the gun barrel, and the dragon pattern absorbed the blood's essence, instantly turning the gun head around again.

The butt of the gun struck his chest.

Cang Xuanjun groaned, bent over, and slammed his knees into the stone platform.

The black stone countertop is cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

Cang Tianyou's face tightened as he watched.

"Chief, quickly use your signature spear to break the formation!"

Cang Xuanjun looked up, his eyes already bloodshot.

He bit his tongue and sprayed his blood essence onto the dragon spear, forcibly activating his natal magic weapon.

The dragon spear stopped.

The next moment, the gun spirit let out a sharp screech, the gun detached from his hands, and instead slammed into his shoulder.

A crisp sound came from Cang Xuanjun's shoulder bone, and his entire arm drooped down.

He raised his other hand, trying to grab the dragon spear back.

The dragon spear spun once in mid-air, its tip grazing his face and leaving a bloody mark, before landing in front of Cang Wuyue.

Cang Wuyue reached out and gripped the gun barrel.

Dragonlance fell silent.

Cang Xuanjun stared at the natal magic weapon in her hand, his chest heaving violently.

"You set me up?"

"You were the ones who set this up all along."

Cang Wuyue gripped the dragon spear tightly, her gaze passing over Cang Xuanjun and landing on Cang Tianyou.

"You were there when you destroyed my young master's seal."

Cang Tianyou subconsciously took a half step back.

Cang Wuyue continued, "When my mother was driven out of Dragon Head Peak, you led people to seal off her courtyard. Later, when Steward Zhou was chasing us, it was you who sent out our trail."

Cang Tianyou's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

He thought no one had pursued these matters anymore.

Cang Xuanjun pushed himself up from the ground, his protective robe hanging on his body, which was covered in bloodstains.

He stared at Cang Wuyue, his voice hoarse: "That was the sect leader's order; I was just following orders."

"You stood on the altar and took my Young Master's Decree with your own hands."

Cang Wuyue raised the dragon spear, its tip pressed against his chest.

"You also accepted the chief order that Cang Wuji gave you."

Cang Xuanjun's facial muscles twitched a few times.

Cang Wuyue is absolutely right.

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect below the stage lowered their heads, and even Cang Tianyou dared not look at him anymore.

Qin Mo stopped tapping the table as he watched this scene.

Cang Wuyue laid out the old grievances one by one, and today's ruling was not just about the position of young master.

She wanted everyone in the Azure Dragon Sect to see clearly how Cang Xuanjun became the chief disciple.

Cang Xuanjun suddenly raised his hand, and the remaining spiritual weapons behind him rushed towards Cang Wuyue again.

He no longer cared about the betting agreement or his reputation.

The eighteen magical artifacts were simultaneously reversed.

The blade fell, and the heavy hammer slammed into his back.

The bronze bell gripped his body, and several flying swords pierced through his robes, pressing him back onto the stone platform.

Cang Xuanjun's knees slammed down again.

This time, a section of the stone platform sank in.

The Dragon Spear, which was his natal weapon, emitted a long cry in Cang Wuyue's hands.

The spear spirit broke free from the blood pact left by Cang Xuanjun, and the dragon pattern shone all the way to the tip of the spear.

Cang Xuanjun looked up, finally revealing a look of panic.

"Cang Wuyue, the ancestral judgment is not over yet!"

Cang Wuyue raised the dragon spear: "You have already lost."

"I surrender, I hand over the chief command!"

Whether you pay or not, the result will be the same.

Cang Wuyue pulled her arm back tightly and then threw the dragon spear.

The gun whistled through the air.

Cang Xuanjun tried to dodge, but his legs were pinned down by the eighteen spiritual artifacts.

He had just raised his head when the dragon spear pierced his brow, its end embedded in the stone platform.

His body stiffened, and a muffled sound escaped his throat.

The divine thought broke off from between the eyebrows.

Cang Xuanjun's hands fell to his sides, and one after another, the magical artifacts on his body fell to the ground.

The natal dragon spear still stands in the center of the platform, its shaft stained with blood, yet the dragon patterns shine ever brighter.

Chaos reigned completely around the military contract platform.

Those who had bet on Cang Xuanjun stared at the gambling contract seal in mid-air, their faces growing increasingly grim.

The storage rings of the ten disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect, along with the assets of Xie Wufeng, Lei Qianyao, and other prodigies, have all fallen into Qin Mo's hands.

Qin Mo looked up at Cang Wuyue.

"Well done."