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

Qin Mo finally understood how Xiao Tianci had outsmarted him.

He never dreamed that Xiao Tianci would do such a despicable thing.

He hadn't actually done anything to Shangguan Yue; every time they met, he was just a proper and respectful scholar.

That woman had snow-white skin, and he had never even properly touched her, so where did he get such a great hatred?

Xiao Tianci, however, had his secret guards use a misdirection talisman the instant the teleportation array was activated, forcibly dragging him into the notoriously dangerous Eighth Gate of the Yellow Springs Ruins outside the Primordial Relics.

Otherwise, he should have safely reached the depths of the ruins with the pass.

Qin Mo harbored a burning anger within him.

He left no room for maneuver, smashing Xiao Yue's spirit armor with a heavy punch and then pulling out the golden core from the dog's body.

Do you really think he's just an easy target just because he appears to be at the fifth level of Qi Refining?

I cultivate the ultimate realm of iron bones!

"Xiao Tianci, you're quite adept at using underhanded tactics. So what if you're the young master of an ancient family? Once we're out of the Lost Realm, I'll still rip your head off!"

Just as Qin Mo finished putting away the golden pill, the foul wind outside the altar suddenly became pungent.

Amidst the swirling black mist, the enormous, ferocious beast with bone spurs covering its back slowly stepped out.

"Soul-Devouring Hound... Haha, Qin Mo, you are doomed to die today!"

Xiao Yue, lying in a pool of blood, had not yet breathed his last, and was laughing wildly while spitting out blood and foam.

Since his golden core had already been cut off and he was now completely useless, it wouldn't be a loss to drag Qin Mo down with him before he died.

As long as Qin Mo dies here, Xiao Tianci will not reduce the Xiao family's reward by a single coin.

Qin Mo glanced at the ferocious beast that was roaring in a low voice.

It could exude a sense of oppression at the level of a Golden Core cultivator, so it's no wonder that there were so many skeletons below the Nascent Soul stage piled up outside the altar.

The Eighth Gate of the Outer Domain alone has unleashed a ferocious beast of such strength. Ordinary Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators who come in are simply food for the enemy.

To break through the twelve gates and enter the core of the ancient ruins, it's no wonder it's called the "Road of the Dead," a path where nine out of ten will perish.

A soft buzzing sound.

The void above the altar suddenly distorted, several array patterns lit up, and then more than ten tall figures descended.

These people's robes were all embroidered with dark silver patterns of the Xiao Clan Battle Hall of the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

"Qin Mo is right here! Quickly, seize his storage ring!"

Xiao Yue mustered his last bit of strength and roared at the top of his lungs.

The Xiao family members who had just landed all turned their heads, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes instantly locked onto Qin Mo, their gazes burning with a fierce light.

The twenty-three storage rings filled with spirit stones and precious medicines on the military contract platform last night had already become the talk of the town in Xuantian City.

In their eyes, Qin Mo was not a menial disciple at all, but a veritable treasure trove.

"Xiao Yue? What happened to you, you look like this?"

Xiao Kui, who was leading the group, took a half step forward, his gaze sweeping over his fellow disciples who were being trampled under Qin Mo's feet, his face darkening.

Xiao Yue, panting heavily, recognized the person who had come and was greatly alarmed.

This is Xiao Kui, Xiao Tianci's elder brother and the top general under Xiao Chengyue.

The Xiao family's direct line has always been rife with power struggles, and no one expected that the eldest brother's men would also use the teleportation anchor point to rush in.

"Enough talk, kill him first!"

Xiao Kui didn't bother with the dying Xiao Yue at all. With a flick of his wrist, he directed the people behind him to surround and advance.

Qin Mo stood there expressionless.

Just as the Xiao family members drew their swords and surrounded them, the Soul-Devouring Hound at the edge of the altar suddenly attacked. The huge black shadow brought with it a stench that filled the air, and pounced directly into the crowd.

"what!"

A scream shattered the deathly silence.

The young man from the Xiao family who was at the forefront didn't even have time to activate his protective aura before the ferocious beast bit off half of his body.

Immediately afterwards, the Soul-Devouring Hound opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of ghastly green corpse fire.

Amidst the raging flames, two Xiao Clan disciples at the peak of Foundation Establishment were instantly reduced to ashes, without even uttering a cry for help.

"Scatter! Form ranks!"

Xiao Kui was greatly alarmed.

He never expected that he would run into such a monster at the peak of the Golden Core stage as soon as he entered through the teleportation array, and lose three of his best men in a single encounter.

The Twelve Palaces of Xuantian originally did not have any ready-made teleportation arrays. They relied entirely on the various battle halls of Xuantian Immortal Sect spending a lot of money to set up temporary anchor points at certain safe locations.

The price for these landing slots is shockingly high, and it gets more expensive as you progress through the stages.

The major powers are willing to be taken advantage of simply because they want to send as many of their own disciples as possible into the core areas.

Now, Xiao Kui has led fifteen people to forcibly descend upon the Eighth Palace. The toll alone cost a lot of top-grade spirit stones, but several of them died as soon as they landed.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the Soul-Devouring Mastiff went berserk. As it swept its bony tail, it suddenly turned its scarlet eyes and stared intently at Qin Mo.

"Picking the weak one?"

Qin Mo chuckled and flicked his toe, sending Xiao Yue's severed body flying towards the gaping maw of the ferocious beast in mid-air.

"No……"

Xiao Yue only had time to let out a desperate cry before he was devoured into a shower of minced meat by the Soul-Devouring Mastiff that pounced on him.

A strong stench of blood exploded, startling the surrounding Xiao clan disciples who retreated in fear.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qin Mo slammed his right hand against the altar pillar beside him.

Boom!

Unable to withstand the immense power of the Iron Bone Extreme Realm, the black stone collapsed with a deafening roar, and the dust and debris instantly enveloped the entire platform.

Qin Mo took out the map fragment he had just obtained from the space of the Furnace, aimed at the direction, and then slipped out of the altar.

"I don't have time to waste feeding dogs here with you guys."

He identified the markings on the map.

By traversing this ancient road to the underworld, which stretches for nine hundred miles, one can reach the entrance to the Ninth Gate.

Although the ancient road was teeming with countless vengeful spirits and corpses, making it a veritable road of bones, it was still much better than being besieged by cultivators from the entire city.

Only those who can fight their way out of the Twelve Gates through sheer skill are qualified to compete for fortune in the core secret realm.

Behind them came the roar of magical artifacts and the deafening sounds of ferocious beasts clashing.

After paying a heavy price of six lives, Xiao Kui and his companions finally managed to kill the Soul-Devouring Mastiff.

Of the fifteen elite fighters, only seven remain, two of whom are critically injured and dying, and one has lost an arm.

"Leave the wounded here. The rest of you, follow me!"

Xiao Kui wiped the beast blood off his face, his anger barely contained.

Teleportation is one-way; the wounded left behind can only wait to die. But for the immense wealth Qin Mo possesses, he no longer cares about the lives of his fellow disciples.

Meanwhile, at the Xiao family's villa in Xuantian City.

Under the old plum tree, Xiao Tianci calmly closed his eyes to rest.

A black-clad subordinate bowed and strode quickly into the courtyard, reporting in a low voice, "Young Master, that brat has already been sent to the Yellow Springs Ruins. Also, the Master's War Hall men have infiltrated there; should we send two teams of assassins to intercept them?"

Xiao Tianci opened his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"No need. Spread the word that Qin Mo is trapped in the Eighth Palace and has all the wealth he won on the Military Contract Platform."

His subordinate was taken aback, then looked puzzled: "Young Master, if all the cultivators in the city flock to the Eighth Palace, won't those twenty-three storage rings be snatched away by outsiders?"

"What do you know? Twenty-three storage rings are nothing. As long as I can kill him, I don't care about those things at all."

Xiao Tianci smiled coldly.

Once the news spreads, those envious rogue cultivators and geniuses from various sects will pounce on the Eighth Palace like mad dogs. Even if Qin Mo is made of iron, he will be torn to shreds by this wave.

I not only want you dead, but I also want you to be torn to pieces in despair!

boom!

The heavy gate of the courtyard suddenly shattered into pieces.

A sharp sword light tore through the sky, and the snow-white sword tip directly touched Xiao Tianci's throat. The chilling sword energy made his skin and flesh clench.

Shangguan Yue, dressed in a white dress, stood amidst the rubble, her eyes icy cold.

"Xiao Tianci, you dare touch my people? You've got a death wish!"