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

No one answered.

Nine men in black retreated, stepping on the gravel.

The leader bent down to pick up the array flag, but before his hand was even halfway out, Qin Mo had already stepped out of the pit.

From the Blood Slaughter to the Misaligned Talisman, and then to Xiao Yue and the Nascent Soul Killing Array before him, Xiao Tianci has tried to take his life time and time again.

Qin Mo clenched his back teeth, and the curved Thunder Sound Sword vibrated continuously in his palm.

This debt must be settled once we leave.

Qin Mo pressed down on the formation flag with the tip of his sword.

"How much did Xiao Tianci give you? Was it worth risking your nine lives?"

The leader's eye twitched twice.

"Take care of yourself first. You must have some top-grade defensive magic treasure on you to have managed to crawl out from under the Nine Netherworld Overturning Seal."

His gaze passed over Qin Mo and landed on the furnace footprint in the deep pit.

The Nine Deadly Spirit-Slaying Platform has been destroyed.

The nine of them had less than half their energy left.

Going back now would at most yield the reward promised by Xiao Tianci.

If we can steal that protective magic item and get the twenty-three storage rings, we'll have struck it rich this time.

The other men in black were breathing much more heavily.

They slowly dispersed, blocking Qin Mo's retreat route once again.

The leader raised his right hand.

"Hand over your protective magic item and storage ring, and I'll leave you with a complete corpse."

Qin Mo glanced at him and immediately put away the Thunder Sound Sword.

A scarred assassin rushed out first.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, sending pebbles flying everywhere. His curved knife swept across the ground, and the black patterns on the blade quickly lit up.

Where the blade passed, a deep crack was cut into the ground.

Several soul-locking talismans flew out from his sleeves, sealing off Qin Mo's surroundings.

The talismanic light tightened layer by layer, transforming into gray-white chains that wrapped around his hands and feet.

Qin Mo stood still.

Taking advantage of the situation, the scarred assassin raised his curved blade, the black light of which aimed straight for his throat.

Before the blade even arrived, a chilling gust of wind had already torn open Qin Mo's collar.

As the curved blade approached his neck, a fragment of a broken gun was already between his two fingers.

These are fragments left behind by the Panlong Spear.

Apply force with your fingertips.

The sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

The scarred assassin's pupils contracted, and he hastily twisted his wrist to return the knife, trying to block the fragments.

But the broken spear fragment grazed the spine of the blade, instantly piercing through his protective aura, drilling into his lower abdomen, directly piercing his dantian, and pinning him to the stone wall behind him.

The scarred assassin opened his mouth wide, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth as his spiritual energy rapidly dissipated.

He gripped the shards with both hands, trying to pull them out.

Qin Mo was already in front of him.

The scarred killer, enduring excruciating pain, raised his arm in an attempt to protect his head.

A palm fell.

The protective aura shattered instantly, and the entire head exploded along with it.

The headless corpse slid down the rock wall, and blood flowed into the deep pit through the cracks in the rock.

They originally thought Qin Mo was only saving his life with the help of magical artifacts.

But just now, Qin Mo didn't use any spiritual power at all.

The leader bit the tip of his tongue.

"Activate the sword formation, don't let him get close!"

The remaining seven people took out the array nails and each took their place in an array position.

The banner in the leader's hand swirled with black light, and the auras of the eight people merged into one.

The Eight Gates Yin Sword Formation quickly took shape.

Dozens of gray sword lights rose from the formation, sealing off Qin Mo's head and surroundings.

As the sword light fell, the stones on the ground cracked one after another, and the newly exposed rock layers were also cut into deep grooves.

Qin Mo took out the Demon Blood Gauntlets and slowly put them on his hands.

The blood energy of the Iron Bone Extreme Realm was fully unleashed.

The rubble beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and Qin Mo crashed head-on into the sword formation.

The sword light that slashed towards him landed on his shoulder, tearing his clothes open and leaving only a few light white marks on his skin.

He punched forward with both fists.

The first dozen or so sword lights broke apart simultaneously.

The force of the punch continued forward, and the three array nails were shaken out of the ground and shattered into iron slag on the spot.

With a corner of the formation missing, the remaining sword light immediately became chaotic.

The battle flag in the leader's hand exploded.

He felt a jolt in his chest, staggered back several steps, and blood began to gush from his mouth.

Qin Mo stepped over the broken array patterns and headed straight for the leader.

Two men in black tried to intercept them from the side, but were sent flying by the force of their punches as soon as they got close.

The protective robe was still in mid-air when the person crashed into the mountain wall.

The leader turned to retreat, but Qin Mo's hand was already gripping his lower abdomen.

The armor cracked.

Five fingers probed into the dantian, and a golden core stained with blood was forcibly pulled out.

The leader tensed up, his lips trembling.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but only muffled breaths escaped his throat.

Qin Mo put away the golden pill, and then his other fist followed.

The leader's body exploded into a bloody mist on the spot.

The remaining seven assassins were completely thrown into chaos.

Someone tore off their black robe, burned their life essence, and rushed out of the Shattered Mountain Forest.

One of the assassins waved.

"Let's split up!"

Seven beams of light scattered in different directions.

Just as Qin Mo was about to give chase, the sound of flying swords piercing the air suddenly came from outside the Shattered Mountain Forest.

Nine flying swords fell from above the treetop.

The first flying sword severed the escape light, the second flying sword struck the knee, and then a silver chain rolled out, dragging all seven assassins back to the ground.

Nine female cultivators clad in crimson armor emerged from the forest.

The woman in the lead retracted her flying sword, revealing a face that Qin Mo recognized.

It was Mo Yu.

Mo Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Miss instructed me to bring nine Xuan Yue Guards into the Eighth Palace to ensure your safety first, and then deal with the Xiao family."

Qin Mo pressed down on his glove.

How did you find this place?

Mo Yu raised his hand and pointed to the deep pit.

"The Nine Netherworld Heaven-Covering Seal caused such a great disturbance that we could see it from hundreds of miles away."

When she arrived at the Broken Mountain Forest, she saw Qin Mo break through the sword formation.

A person who appeared to be only at the fifth level of Qi Refining killed two of the nine Golden Core assassins with his bare hands, including one who was at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

Mo Yu's fingers, gripping the sword, had turned white.

Shangguan Yue only said that Qin Mo was hiding his strength, but she didn't tell her that this guy had become this strong.

Hua Meiniang and the other two also rushed over from behind.

Seeing that Qin Mo was unharmed, Hua Meiniang finally relaxed her tense shoulders.

Cang Wuyue looked down at the shattered golden core on the ground, and paused for a moment in her grip on the sword.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little blue-eared beast tightly, not daring to approach the blood mist.

Qin Mo took off his boxing gloves.

"Keep everything that happened today under wraps. My true cultivation level, that furnace, and how I survived—not a single word can be revealed."

Nine Xuan Yue Guards immediately took out the Spirit-Binding Locks and bound the seven Dark Raven Assassins.

All seven of them were injured, but they are still alive.

It works perfectly.

Qin Mo walked up to one of them and took the Dark Crow Token from the other's waist.

"Here's another piece of news. I have been killed by the main branch of the Xiao family of the Xuantian Immortal Sect. All twenty-three storage rings, top-grade spiritual artifacts, pills, and all the treasures have fallen into the hands of the Xiao family."

The seven assassins' expressions immediately changed.

The Dark Ravens have their own communication channels.

If they themselves release the information, the monks outside are more likely to believe it.

Mo Yu frowned slightly.

"You want those treasure hunters to turn to the Xiao family instead?"

Qin Mo gripped the Dark Crow Token tightly.

"Xiao Tianci told everyone that I was carrying a great treasure. Now let everyone know that the treasure is in the Xiao family's possession. Anyone who wants to steal it should go directly to the Xiao family."

Doesn't Xiao Tianci like to use other people to kill people?

Let him experience what it's like to be surrounded by people.

Mo Yu nodded.

"clear."

She took out a communication jade slip and had the Xuan Yue Guards pry open the communication tokens of the seven assassins.

Several beams of mysterious light lit up simultaneously.

As the jade slip went dark, news of Qin Mo's death had already spread beyond the Eighth Palace, heading straight for Xuantian City.