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

Deep within the Shattered Mountain Forest, seven Dark Raven Assassins knelt amidst the rubble, their bodies bound by Spirit-Sealing Locks.

Qin Mo stood outside the stone pit, looking up in the direction of the Yellow Springs Ancient Road.

A large section of the mountain collapsed there, and the corpse aura left by the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect had not yet completely dissipated.

Mo Yu gripped the sword hilt and asked in a low voice, "Are you going back?"

Qin Mo sheathed the Thunder Sound Sword, his fingers beneath his gray robe pressing against a black corpse nail.

"The people from the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect haven't finished their calculations yet."

The corpse nails still retained the scent of the Corpse Robe and the residual scent of those few Crimson Armored Corpse Generals.

Qin Mo put it into the Furnace and turned to look at Mo Yu.

"Take these seven people away and leave the Eighth Palace immediately."

Mo Yu frowned: "It's too dangerous for you to go in alone."

Qin Mo raised his hand to interrupt her.

"I have a way to get out alive."

Without offering further explanation, he raised his hand and placed a protective barrier on the seven assassins.

The divine aperture will immediately explode if anyone tries to escape.

Mo Yu watched his retreating figure, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her sword.

A moment later, she led the Xuan Yue Guards away, taking the seven people with her, and retreated in the opposite direction from the City of Dry Bones.

Qin Mo waited until they were far away before changing his expression.

His brow bone sagged, his nose bridge widened, and several brown freckles appeared on his cheeks.

He had changed his gray robe into an old long gown commonly worn by ordinary rogue cultivators.

Qin Mo took out a Dark Raven Token and twirled it in his palm.

From this moment forward, Qin Mo is dead under the Nine Netherworld Overturning Seal.

His name is Chu Wuming.

After confirming that no one was around, Qin Mo crawled into the collapsed stone wall and re-entered the Yellow Springs Ancient Path through another crack.

The fact that the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect hired someone to kill him cannot be left unresolved.

Since Shi Luoyi escaped quickly and Qin Mo couldn't find her for the time being, he decided to memorize the mark of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect.

Once he gets out, he'll come knocking on our door to collect the debt sooner or later.

Xuantian City, Xiao Family Villa.

Inside the Soul Lamp Hall, the nine soul lamps went out one after another.

As the lamps fell one by one, the disciples guarding the lamps inside the hall turned pale and even forgot to report the news.

Only after the last soul lamp went completely dark did he stagger out of the palace gate.

When Xiao Tianci arrived, the tea on the table was still warm.

He stared at the nine empty lamp holders, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, the cup shattering into pieces in his palm.

"Even the Nine Netherworld Overturning Heaven Seal couldn't kill him?"

Fan Wujiu stood to the side, his sleeves hanging down gently.

"All the Soul Lamps have been extinguished; none of the Nine Killers of Dark Raven are still alive."

Xiao Tianci turned to look at him, his eyes hardening: "Shangguan Yue did something wrong."

"Her people did indeed enter the eighth rank."

Fan Wujiu brushed the tea off his sleeve. "But there's no body, and no evidence."

Xiao Tianci's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

"Besides her, who else can save Qin Mo?"

Fan Wujiu glanced up, then looked away.

This young master loses his composure whenever he encounters Qin Mo.

First, they sent Blood Butcher, then the Mistake Talisman, and then they invited Dark Crow Nine Killers.

Every time something goes wrong, he shifts the blame onto others.

Fan Wujiu picked up the teacup, his lips touched the rim, but he didn't drink.

"Suppress the news for now, and don't send anyone into the Eighth Palace."

Xiao Tianci's chest heaved a few times, but he ultimately did not refute.

But the news still got out.

Some say that Qin Mo has been killed by the main branch of the Xiao family.

The twenty-three storage rings, along with top-grade spiritual artifacts and a large number of pills, were all taken away by the Xiao family.

After the news reached the Eighth Palace, many cultivators stopped what they were doing.

Behind the Xiao family stands the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

Qin Mo is dead, and the treasure has fallen into the hands of the Xiao family. No one wants to be the first to touch this hard rock.

Therefore, the cultivators who were originally chasing after Qin Mo began to turn around and look for the Xiao family's team.

In the city of withered bones, a newly opened tavern was packed with monks.

Luo Zhengnan placed the wine jars on the table and quickly poured wine for the guests.

The wine here is said to replenish energy, and although it's not cheap, it's still quite popular.

Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Luo Xiaoman sat in the seats against the wall.

Hua Meiniang pressed her brow, her fingertips lingering there for a long time.

"The forbidden spell has responded."

Cang Wuyue raised her head: "Master is still alive?"

Hua Meiniang nodded gently, the tension between her brows easing slightly.

"Alive, but exact location cannot be found."

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little green-eared beast tightly in her arms, its ears twitching.

Why doesn't he come looking for us?

Hua Meiniang looked outside the tavern but did not answer.

Qin Mo never tells them in advance what he's doing.

The fact that he has regained his senses now indicates that he is still operating in the shadows.

Cang Wuyue gripped the wine glass, and the veins on the back of her hand slowly rose to the surface.

"Don't go out to look for him yet."

As the three women were talking, the tavern curtain was lifted.

Six members of the Xiao family walked in.

The young man at the head of the group wore a long robe with gold trim and cloud patterns embroidered on his shoulders, representing the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

He glanced at everyone in the shop, kicked aside a long bench, and sat down at the middle table.

Luo Zhengnan's smile froze for a moment, and he immediately brought over a wine jar.

"How many guests would like some drinks?"

The young man tapped the table with his hand: "Bring up your most expensive stuff, and another table of spirit beast meat."

Luo Zhengnan nodded in agreement, and as he turned around, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Another Xiao clan disciple leaned back in his chair and deliberately raised his voice: "That brat Qin Mo is dead, and his belongings have gone to our main branch. Anyone who dares to covet those storage rings should ask themselves if they're tough enough."

The sounds from the tavern stopped.

Hua Meiniang held the wine cup, her fingertips pressing against the rim.

Cang Wuyue raised her eyes and glanced around, her hand already touching the hilt of her sword.

Luo Zhengnan put down the plate of food and forced a smile.

"Gentlemen, could you please keep your voices down while we're doing business?"

The disciple grabbed the wine bowl and smashed it on the ground.

"You're going to teach me how to do things?"

The shards of porcelain splashed at Luo Zhengnan's feet, and his smile vanished completely. He could only bend down to clean them up.

The surrounding cultivators lowered their heads, and no one uttered a sound.

Seeing this, Xiao's disciple became even more smug and pointed to a rogue cultivator in the corner.

"What are you looking at? Qin Mo is dead, and his belongings are with the Xiao family. Go ahead and steal them if you dare."

The person in the corner kept their head down, their cloak covering half their face.

He didn't touch the drinks in front of him, but his right hand tapped the table twice lightly.

Hua Meiniang suddenly turned her head, and the forbidden spell between her brows heated up again.

Her gaze swept across the tavern, finally settling on the gray-robed rogue cultivator.

The gray-robed rogue cultivator didn't look up; his fingers continued to tap the table.

She frowned, and just as she was about to get up, Luo Zhengnan had already carried the new wine to the Xiao family's table.

"The wine is here, please enjoy."

The Xiao family disciple reached out and took the wine jar, then deliberately dropped a spirit stone on the ground.

"Here's a reward for you."

The spirit stone rolled to Luo Zhengnan's feet.

Luo Zhengnan stared at the spirit stone, then bent down and picked it up.

As his fingertips brushed against the surface of the spirit stone, the anger on his face was suppressed.

The Xiao family's reputation was too great; he couldn't afford to offend them.

At that moment, the gray-robed hermit in the corner put down his wine bowl.

The bowl hit the table without making a sound, but the whole tavern gradually quieted down.

He stood up and straightened his sleeves.

All eyes turned to them.

The Xiao family disciple looked up and cursed, "You also want to stand up for Qin Mo?"

The gray-robed rogue cultivator stepped out of the corner, revealing an ordinary, unremarkable face.

"I just want to ask one question."

He stopped in front of the Xiao family's table, his gaze sweeping over the storage bags of the six people.

"You say Qin Mo's things are at the Xiao family's house, but has anyone actually seen them?"

The Xiao family disciple's face darkened, and he placed his hand on the long sword at his waist.

Inside the tavern, several monks quietly raised their heads.

Qin Mo stood in front of the table, his five fingers slowly closing.

The Xiao family has been powerful for long enough.

Today, let's start with these six people.