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

"You're dead...haha...you're dead..."

Fang Shicai struggled to sit up from the ground, his right arm bone exposed, his face covered in blood, yet he laughed maniacally.

He stared intently at Qin Mo's jet-black right arm, his eyes filled with a sinister pleasure.

Those who are struck by the Fang family's Bone-Corroding Yin Palm will have their meridians rot and their internal organs collapse within three hours without the Fang family's unique antidote pill, and no one can save them.

"Yeah?"

Qin Mo suppressed his surging blood and coldly swept his eyes behind the mask towards Fang Shicai on the ground.

The black aura on his right arm was indeed spreading, having already passed his elbow and was climbing toward his shoulder.

But he wasn't flustered at all.

Qin Mo took a step and stood in front of Fang Shicai, slowly raising his right hand.

Deep within his dantian, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace suddenly activated.

A suction force erupted from the furnace, pulling the toxins that had invaded the meridians into the furnace.

The black aura visibly dissipated.

From the shoulder to the elbow, and from the elbow to the wrist, in just a few breaths, the entire arm was restored to its original state, the skin was white and clean, without even a trace of black mark.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace can even devour and refine the poison of pills, so what is the poison of the Bone-Eroding Yin Palm?

"Impossible... How could this be..."

Fang Shicai's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Qin Mo's perfectly normal right arm.

It was pitch black just a moment ago, and now the poisonous gas has spread to my shoulders.

How could it be gone in just a few breaths?

"Even the fifth level of Qi Refining is nothing special."

Qin Mo flexed his fingers. "Alright, it's time to send you on your way."

"You dare kill me?"

Fang Shicai roared, "My elder brother is Fang Xiaotian, the head of the Fang family, and he's at the ninth level of Qi Refining!"

"My great-uncle Fang is a Foundation Establishment Realm expert! If you lay a finger on me, they will grind you to dust!"

"Oh dear, I'm so scared."

Qin Mo's tone was indifferent.

"Who are you?!"

Fang Shicai was both shocked and furious.

Qin Mo glanced around.

The mountain path was deserted, with corpses lying haphazardly, and not a single living person in sight.

He reached out and removed the black iron mask.

"you……"

Fang Shicai was stunned.

He never expected that the other party would actually take off their mask.

Even more unexpectedly, behind the mask was a face that was excessively young.

"I am just a lowly servant disciple in the Cloud and Rain Palace."

Qin Mo looked at Fang Shicai and smiled.

The moment the mask is removed, that person must die.

"What...?"

Fang Shicai was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with ecstasy.

"Haha...little brother! The flood has washed away the Dragon King's temple!"

"My cousin is the manager of Yunyu Palace!"

"We're on the same side! This whole thing was a misunderstanding, let's call it even, okay?"

Fang Shicai smiled broadly.

But a hint of malice lurked deep in his eyes.

He was just a menial disciple.

Once you find out his name, write a letter to your cousin Ma Kun and have him kill the kid—it'll be a piece of cake.

"Is your cousin the steward of Yunyu Palace?"

Qin Mo feigned surprise, "Which manager could help me find an easy job?"

"Ma Kun, manager of the Earth-level Alchemy Area of ​​Yunyu Palace!"

Fearing that Qin Mo wouldn't believe him, Fang Shicai directly gave his full name and position.

"Oh, it's Manager Ma."

Qin Mo looked at Fang Shicai, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up. "What a coincidence."

"Young man, you know my cousin? That makes things easier!"

"Take me back to the Fang family first, and I'll write a letter asking my cousin to arrange a job for you..."

Fang Shicai was secretly pleased with himself.

You idiot, this is a death knell for you.

"Okay, I'll take you there right away."

Qin Mo nodded.

Fang Shicai became even more smug.

"reincarnation."

Qin Mo's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"What...?"

Before Fang Shicai could react, Qin Mo had already raised his foot and stomped down hard.

"Snap!"

The sound of his right shinbone cracking rang out, and Fang Shicai let out a bloodcurdling scream, writhing on the ground like a shrimp.

"You're crazy! Why...?"

Qin Mo put the black iron mask back on: "You guessed right, I know your good cousin Ma Kun. But your good cousin has been trying to kill me."

"No...it must be a misunderstanding..."

Fang Shicai's vision blurred with pain, and fear gripped his heart.

There is no misunderstanding.

"Snap!"

His left leg broke instantly.

"I kill you……"

Fang Shicai gritted his teeth and glared at Qin Mo with red eyes.

Without wasting words, Qin Mo bent down, grabbed Fang Shicai's left wrist, and twisted it sharply.

After the dull thud of flesh and bone being torn apart, Fang Shicai collapsed to the ground, his limbs completely useless.

He was breathing heavily and managed to stay awake.

"Don't kill me..."

Fang Shicai finally couldn't hold on any longer and gave in completely.

"Father! Ancestors! Don't kill me... I don't want to die!"

"I still prefer your defiant attitude from earlier."

Qin Mo looked down at him.

"Aren't you the younger brother of the Fang family patriarch? Isn't your great-uncle a Foundation Establishment expert? Show me your arrogance again."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right foot.

"No, no..."

Fang Shicai watched in horror as the foot rose and fell, smashing down on his head.

"Bang."

The world is peaceful now.

Qin Mo withdrew his foot and then squatted down to search the corpse.

"Is this all the wealth the younger brother of the dignified head of the Fang family possesses?"

Qin Mo opened Fang Shicai's storage bag, which contained only twelve low-grade spirit stones, a copy of the Bone-Corroding Yin Palm technique, and a few antidote pills.

He also searched all the other men's storage bags, finding mostly trash.

Only the burly man with the thick beard, Lü Kui, had a book on swordsmanship hidden in his storage bag.

"Thirteen Blades of the Gale?"

Qin Mo turned to the cover page, and information appeared on the furnace wall: Yellow Rank Low-Grade Knife Technique.

"good."

He put away his sword technique.

Suddenly, voices and footsteps came from afar.

Qin Mo did not linger any longer; with a flash, he quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

……

News of Fang Shicai's murder quickly spread throughout Yunxia Town.

Within half a day, teahouses, taverns, and streets were buzzing with the news.

Some say they saw Fang family guards carrying back a blood-soaked corpse, while others whisper and speculate that it was the Fang family's enemies from over the years finally coming to their door.

The once bustling market was now shrouded in a chill because of this news.

The whole town was in an uproar.

"Who...who on earth dared to kill my brother, Fang Xiaotian!"

Inside the Fang family's ancestral home, a furious roar shook the roof tiles.

The Fang family members standing in the hall were all silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Several young men lowered their heads, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, fearing that Fang Xiaotian's anger would fall on them.

"Investigate! Whoever it is, I want them to die a horrible death!"

Fang Xiaotian's roar could be heard for miles.

……

Meanwhile, Qin Mo had already returned to Yunyu Palace Mountain.

He hurried toward the Valley of Broken Pills, but stopped abruptly as he approached the valley entrance.

A figure was crouching outside the valley entrance, craning his neck to peer inside, looking rather furtive.

Qin Mo stared intently, and his whole body tensed up.

Ma Kun.

What's this old dog doing here?

Qin Mo pressed himself against the rock wall, holding his breath and staring intently at Ma Kun's every move.

Has his dereliction of duty been exposed?

"Damn it, someone's been urging me to come and collect Qin Mo's body before dawn."

Ma Kun squatted at the entrance of the valley, talking to himself, sticking his head out and then pulling it back in, fanning his nose in disgust.

"With such severe erysipelas, could this good-for-nothing really have died inside?"