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

Xiao Tianci raised his hands, his fingertips touching his sleeves, a bloody mark left on his Adam's apple by the sword's edge.

"Fighting is forbidden in Xuantian City, do you really dare to kill me?"

Shangguan Yue sheathed her sword by half an inch, but the sword energy still lingered in front of him.

"I can't kill you today."

With a flick of her wrist, the tip of the sword left Xiao Tianci's throat.

"If Qin Moruo doesn't come back, your Xiao family will be buried with him."

A bell rang out from the direction of the city wall.

A golden seal descended from the sky and hovered between the two.

The law prohibiting fighting in Xuantian City has been activated. Anyone who dares to kill someone within the city will be immediately dealt with by the Enforcement Division.

Xiao Tianci wiped the blood off his neck, his fingertips trembling.

"He's gone to the underworld; he won't live past today."

Shangguan Yue glanced at him, her snow-white dress billowing in the wind.

"Then you'd better keep your eyes wide open and wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Xuan Tian Breaking Boundary Shuttle fell from mid-air.

A silver light swept across the courtyard wall, and Shangguan Yue stepped through the shuttle door, her figure quickly disappearing.

Xiao Tianci stared at the empty courtyard, and the muscles on his face twitched.

He didn't dare to chase after him.

Given the established rules of Xuantian City, he dared not provoke Shangguan Yue any further.

The black-robed servant ran in from outside the courtyard, his knees hitting the ground hard.

"Young Master, Xiao Yue's soul imprint has shattered."

Xiao Tianci's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

"Give it to me."

The attendant presented half of the soul tablet.

The soul tablet was cracked in the middle, and the remaining divine spirit had completely dissipated.

Xiao Tianci gripped the shard, his knuckles gradually turning white.

Xiao Yue is a Golden Core cultivator and also a member of the Xiao Clan's secret guard.

Qin Mo, who appeared to be only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, was able to force Xiao Yue to the point of having his soul imprint shattered.

He looked down at his palm, his breath catching in his throat.

"Spread the message."

The servant looked up.

"Take Qin Mo, for example. He was trapped in the Eighth Palace. He was carrying twenty-three storage rings that he had won from the Military Contract Platform, as well as a large number of top-grade spirit stones and treasures."

Xiao Tianci raised his hand and wiped the ashes from his fingers.

"Tell everyone that if they want to enter the Yellow Springs Ruins, they can only buy the Broken Gate Talisman."

"What if someone asks whether Qin Mo is dead or not?"

Xiao Tianci twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Tell them that if they're late, they won't even be able to find the fragments of the storage ring."

The attendant immediately obeyed and left.

In less than half an hour, the news had spread throughout Xuantian City.

The Tianfu Fang area in the West Market was completely blocked by cultivators.

The shopkeeper behind the counter held the talisman box, not daring to open the door wide.

A few lines of text were written on the wooden sign.

The Broken Gate Talisman can be used with the Golden Token of Passage.

Proceed directly to the eighth section, with the landing point being random.

One ticket per person.

Some people banged on the counter and shouted prices, while others simply took out spirit stones and pushed them inside.

The talismans that were ignored in the morning have suddenly increased in value to eight hundred top-grade spirit stones.

"Shopkeeper, give me one!"

The monk slammed the storage bag onto the table, making a loud noise.

The shopkeeper shrank back a little.

"That's all. The last two are at the bottom of the box."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two women wearing straw hats squeezed in front of the counter.

The woman in front had a sallow complexion, with a few strands of white hair sticking to her temples, and her hand was constantly pressed against her right shoulder.

She was Hua Meiniang, and the injury on her shoulder had not yet healed.

The woman behind him was wearing a long gray cloth robe and a wooden mask on her face.

She concealed her golden core aura, her fingers hidden in her sleeve; it was none other than Cang Wuyue.

Hua Meiniang took out the spirit stone and pushed it in front of the shopkeeper.

"I'll take the last two."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he quickly brought over the talisman box.

The expressions of the cultivators nearby changed, and they placed their hands on their weapons.

Cang Wuyue turned to the side, her shoulders and back tense.

Hua Meiniang didn't turn around, but simply pushed the spirit stone bag forward.

"Anyone who wants to steal it should first calculate how much their life is worth."

After counting the spirit stones, the shopkeeper didn't dare to utter a sound and handed over the two Breaking the Gate Talismans directly.

Cang Wuyue put one of the talismans away and gently pressed her fingertip across its surface.

Hua Meiniang tucked the other one into her sleeve.

Just as the two were about to leave, a bell rang from the side.

A young girl wearing a short coat made of animal skin pushed through the crowd, with a small blue-eared animal perched on her shoulder.

She raised her hand to press down the beast talisman, her gaze falling on the two of them.

"Don't bother sharing the talisman with me, I have a way to get into the Eighth Palace."

Hua Meiniang stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl placed a dark red beast talisman in her palm.

"My name is Luo Xiaoman, a disciple of Beast King Valley."

Cang Wuyue looked at her through the wooden mask, but did not reply.

Luo Xiaoman touched her waist, where there was an empty space.

Her fingers tightened, and her face darkened.

"The Beast Taming Bell in Qin Mo's hand was left to me by my mother. I lost it at the Contract Platform, and I must get it back."

Hua Meiniang raised her hand and pressed it against her shoulder, the injury aggravated, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Would you like to come with us?"

"right."

Luo Xiaoman put the beast talisman back into her sleeve.

"This is a Beast Taming Talisman. When you reach the Yellow Springs Ruins, you can find the aura of the Beast Taming Bell. Lead me to Qin Mo, and I'll help you find your way."

Cang Wuyue remained silent for a moment, then reached out and took the beast talisman from her, glancing at it.

"If you try anything funny, you'll be the first one to die."

Luo Xiaoman pursed her lips and pinched the corner of her animal skin coat with her fingers.

"I only want the bell, nothing else."

Hua Meiniang looked out onto the street.

Cultivators kept arriving, and the gate of Tianfufang had been knocked askew.

Further away, several teleportation platforms lit up with white light one after another, and more and more people were heading towards the Eighth Palace.

She looked away.

"We'll set off tonight. Once we're in the Underworld, no one should leave the group."

Cang Wuyue nodded.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little green-eared beast into her arms and followed the two.

After leaving the West Market, the three changed their clothes three times.

Hua Meiniang reapplied her disguise, while Cang Wuyue lowered her cultivation level and blended into the group of rogue cultivators.

Luo Xiaoman did not buy the Broken Gate Talisman.

She took out a bone whistle outside the city, squeezed out a drop of blood essence from her fingertip, and pressed it into the center of the beast talisman.

The talisman immediately lit up with dark red patterns, facing the direction of the eighth verse.

"See you at the Ruins of the Underworld."

Hua Meiniang lowered her bamboo hat and turned to walk into the crowd.

On the other side, Qin Mo had already left the altar.

The Ancient Road to the Underworld stretches to the end of the wasteland, its surface made of black stones and white bones, with no end in sight.

The map marks nine hundred li, with the end connecting to the ninth gate.

A thick aura of death flowed along the ground, and with each step Qin Mo took, his skin felt a tingling, needle-like sensation.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace slowly rotated within the dantian, swallowing up some of the death energy that had invaded the body, while the rest continued to circulate in the meridians.

Qin Mo raised his hand and pressed it to his chest, pausing for two breaths.

While a body at the Iron Bone Realm can withstand the strain, the spiritual energy at the fifth level of Qi Refining cannot be wasted for an extended period.

He gripped the Thunderclap Sword tightly and continued forward.

The sounds of fighting coming from the altar were no longer audible.

Qin Mo didn't bother turning around to check if the people from the Xiao Clan's Battle Hall were still alive.

There are still more than 800 li ahead.

Behind them was a ruined city called the Yellow Springs.

Staying put and waiting to be surrounded and killed by cultivators from all sides would be truly foolish.

Qin Mo walked past a half-collapsed stone tablet, on which were engraved the three ancient characters "Eighth Que".

Black water seeped from between the characters and dripped onto the ground along the corner of the monument.

As soon as he landed, a soft sound came from beneath the stone slab.

Qin Mo stopped, his five fingers gripping the hilt of the sword tightly.

The second sound followed immediately.

This time, even the nearby skeletons started to move.

Several skulls rolled to the middle of the road, their empty eye sockets facing the same spot.

The mist deep within the ancient road slowly parted.

Qin Mo raised the Thunder Sound Sword, and fine cracks appeared on the black stone beneath his feet.

A third knock came from underground.

He did not retreat, but stepped into the ancient Yellow Springs Road, which stretches for nine hundred miles.