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

Qin Mo never expected that after cultivating with Shuang'er nine times, he would actually condense eighty-one strands of Qiankun Qi.

He originally estimated that there would be at most twenty or so questions.

Back then, Su Qingyi and he cultivated together for three days and three nights, and she only obtained fifteen Dao.

Now, adding the twelve remaining ones, he holds ninety-three strands of Qiankun Qi.

Ninety-three.

This isn't some kind of cosmic energy; it's clearly a mountain of elixirs.

With these, he only needs to stay in the Valley of Broken Pills, use the Transformation Furnace to turn waste into treasure and make rapid progress in cultivation. When the Palace Gate Competition comes, he can crush that old dog Ma Kun to death.

You want to kill me?

dream.

What pleased him even more was that the Transformation Furnace had completed its upgrade.

Simply by touching an item, you can check its grade and the amount of Qi required for reforging.

With such abilities, who could possibly stop him?

As dawn broke, Qin Mo left Yunxia Town and headed towards Yunyu Palace along the mountain road.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he stepped out the door, a pair of sinister eyes were fixed on his back from around the street corner.

"Kid, you're finally out."

Fang Shicai clenched his fists, a murderous glint in his eyes.

……

Qin Mo had only walked a short distance outside the town when a line of people stood on the mountain road ahead, blocking his way.

It was still early, and there were no other travelers on the mountain path.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?"

Qin Mo coldly swept his gaze across the burly, bearded man at the head of the group.

"Kid, today is your death day."

The voice came from behind.

Qin Mo turned around, and the person who came was Fang Shicai.

"you?"

"Hey, didn't expect that, did you?"

Fang Shicai swaggered up, his obese body swaying in the morning light. He stopped in front of Qin Mo, looking down at the eyes behind the mask.

"You've offended Fang Shicai, and you still think you can leave Yunxia Town alive?"

Three cultivators emerged from behind Fang Shicai and surrounded him.

Including those blocking the road ahead, there are nine people in total.

Qin Mo glanced around.

Just because I mocked this guy in the market, he brought people to ambush and kill me?

"Hold on, or you'll suffer more."

The burly man with the thick beard stepped forward, gripping a battle sword, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Qi Refining Level 4?"

Qin Mo's heart sank.

In the past, he would have surely died if he had encountered such a situation.

But Qin Mo today is no longer the useless servant he once was.

The burly man poured his vital energy into his battle blade, causing it to hum and vibrate, runes to light up, and sharp blade energy to emanate from its edge.

The other eight also wielded magical weapons, channeling their vital energy and preparing to unleash their power.

"Cut off his hands and feet first, then remove his mask."

Fang Shicai said slowly, "I want to see which blind fool dares to mock me in public."

"With just you guys?"

Qin Mo's tone was indifferent.

"What did he say?"

"Does this piece of trash have a death wish?"

Several of his men looked angry.

"Lu Kui, make your move."

Fang Shicai gave the order.

Without a word, the burly man Lü Kui swept his sword horizontally, unleashing a sharp blade of energy that aimed directly at Qin Mo's legs.

Stones flew everywhere on the mountain path, and a strong wind howled.

At the fourth level of Qi Refining, one can release internal energy outwards and injure people from a distance.

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body shot out close to the ground, so fast that he was just a blur in Lu Kui's eyes.

In the next instant, Qin Mo was already in front of him, throwing out his right fist.

The force of the punch erupted violently.

"What?"

Lu Kui's pupils shrank sharply as he tried to block, but Qin Mo's body, tempered by the Body Tempering Pill Hammer, far surpassed others of the same level in both strength and speed.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on Lü Kui's face.

Lu Kui's head snapped back, spitting out a cloud of blood mist. His battle sword flew out of his hand, and he flew several feet like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the mountain path. He rolled twice, his limbs twitched a few times, and then lay motionless on the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

One of his men rushed over and checked Lü Kui's breath, his voice trembling: "Boss, Lü Kui is dead..."

"this one?"

Qin Mo withdrew his fist, his tone indifferent.

It was bad enough that he was bullied in Yunyu Palace, but after he came down the mountain, there were still these trash who wanted to ride on his head.

Fang Shicai's eyes widened.

One punch?

Could he kill Lü Kui, a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, with a single punch?

This guy's cultivation level was also only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, yet he was able to instantly kill someone of the same level.

"What are you standing there for! Attack him together!"

Fang Shicai roared fiercely.

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

The eight men roared and charged forward, and the magic soldiers came out in unison.

Qin Mo snorted coldly, unleashed his movement technique, and calmly met the attack.

These guys were only at the second or third level of Qi Refining, and in his eyes, their slow movements were laughable.

Mountain-Shattering Fist.

The most basic boxing technique of Yunyu Palace is powerful and fierce, with the force of a mountain collapsing.

With each punch he threw, someone suffered broken bones and fell to the ground dead.

Wherever his fist lands, no one can stop it.

He didn't hold back.

Whoever wants his life, he will take their life.

Just as Qin Mo was killing these people one by one, Fang Shicai's sinister gaze was fixed on his back.

The moment Qin Mo turned to kill his last subordinate, Fang Shicai suddenly sprang up and struck Qin Mo in the back with a palm.

The palm suddenly turned pitch black in mid-air, black energy surged, and a foul stench emanated from the palm.

Qin Mo's hair stood on end, and he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the palm strike.

"The Bone-Eating Inner Palm?"

He recognized the technique.

The Fang family's insidious palm technique, even if it doesn't kill the victim on the spot, will cause the toxins contained in the palm force to corrode the meridians, resulting in a death by poisoning.

Fang Shicai did not expect Qin Mo to react so quickly.

He gritted his teeth and pressed forward, his palms pitch black, shrouded in black energy, as he engaged Qin Mo in a fierce battle.

Qin Mo first killed the last subordinate with a punch, then turned around to deal with Fang Shicai with all his might.

Although this fat man was bulky, his movements were surprisingly agile, and with his fifth-level Qi Refining cultivation, he was a level above him.

Black smoke filled the mountain path, and poisonous winds blew in gusts.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

Fang Shicai cornered Qin Mo against the cliff face and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

A powerful wind swept through the air, and black energy surged into the sky.

Fang Shicai grinned maliciously.

He recently broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining. Can a guy at the fourth level of Qi Refining turn the world upside down?

Qin Mo had nowhere left to retreat.

He let out a low roar, his right arm muscles bulged, and his physical strength and Qi Refining Level 4 Yuan Qi converged and exploded in his fist.

He threw a punch.

"boom!"

Fist and palm collide head-on.

Fang Shicai's sinister smile froze.

The next moment, a series of cracking sounds came from his entire right arm.

He screamed as he was thrown back, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air before crashing heavily onto the mountain path.

"How is that possible..."

Fang Shicai stared at Qin Mo in disbelief. His right arm was bent strangely, with the white bone piercing through the flesh, and blood was dripping from it.

Qin Mo's back slammed into the mountain wall, causing his blood and qi to surge.

He looked down and saw that his entire right arm had turned as black as ink, with black energy spreading from under his skin.

"Ha ha……"

Fang Shicai collapsed to the ground and burst into laughter, his face splattered with blood.

"You've been hit by our Fang family's Bone-Corroding Insidious Palm; you're dead..."

"Within three hours, the poison will invade your internal organs, and even a celestial being couldn't save you!"