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

No sooner had the sound left his mouth than something else fell from the roof.

That was an iron pot used to boil corpse oil.

The bottom of the pot was right over Xiao Wu's head, and the edge was pressing on his shoulder.

Xiao Wu raised his hand and grabbed wildly, but slipped on the oily water and fell to his knees with a thud.

Someone outside the tavern burst out laughing.

Then, laughter erupted.

Xiao Wu knelt in the rotten oil, his robe clinging to his body, while the Xiao clan disciples behind him all froze.

Qin Mo released his wrist, picked up the top-grade gold spirit iron, and turned to look at the cultivators surrounding the tavern.

"The Xiao family says the items belong to them."

He held Lingdi in his palm, his tone calm.

"Do you still believe it now?"

From the crowd, the first knife was slowly pulled out.

Xiao Wu heard the sounds of swords being drawn all around him through the iron pot covering his head, and his throat moved.

The next moment, he raised his hand, grabbed the edge of the pot, and forcefully pulled the iron pot off his head.

The edge of the pot scraped his forehead, and fresh blood mixed with putrid oil flowed into the corner of his eye.

Xiao Wu wiped his eyes casually, revealing a pair of reddened eyes.

"Trying to steal from the Xiao family? You're asking for trouble!"

He kicked over the wine table beside him, and the jade talisman at his waist immediately lit up.

The five Xiao family disciples behind him also drew their weapons, and their spiritual energy burst out in the tavern, causing the bowls and plates on the table to roll off one after another.

But none of the cultivators who were just drinking with their heads down have left.

The top-grade golden spirit iron lay at Qin Mo's feet, its spiritual light flashing intermittently.

That was a treasure that Qin Mo had pledged at the Military Contract Platform; quite a few people in Xuantian City had seen it.

Now that it has appeared in the storage bag of a collateral descendant of the Xiao family, it is no longer so easy for the Xiao family to explain themselves.

Luo Zhengnan, clutching his aching shoulder, walked out from behind the counter.

He glanced at Xiao Wu, then at the cultivators gathered at the door, and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What are you all waiting for? Qin Mo's ring is in the Xiao family's hands. Whoever takes them down first will get a share!"

These words are faster than a flash of a sword.

The monks outside the tavern exchanged glances, and then moved their weapons forward another half an inch.

Some people were eyeing Xiao Wu's storage bag, some were eyeing the jade talisman at his waist, and others had already quietly blocked the back door.

Xiao Wu's face twitched.

"Luo Zhengnan, how dare you talk nonsense?"

"What nonsense did I spout?"

Luo Zhengnan spread his hands, his cuffs still stained with green paint. "Didn't you just say that all of Qin Mo's things belonged to the Xiao family? Now you're afraid people will ask?"

His voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for everyone outside the door to hear clearly.

"The members of the Xiao family all possess valuable treasures. There might even be breakthrough pills in their storage rings; whoever gets them gets them. Don't wait for them to call for help; make your move first!"

Xiao Wu finally understood.

The tavern owner had been waiting for him to lose his temper from the very beginning.

Slamming the table, cursing, drawing a knife—every action was anticipated by the other party.

The sword energy that just cleaved the roof beam was deliberately provoked by Luo Zhengnan.

But it came to our understanding too late.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Xiao Wu raised the jade talisman, and the oppressive aura left behind by the Nascent Soul elder burst forth from its surface. "Anyone who dares to touch me, the Xiao family will exterminate their entire clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a numbness in the back of his neck.

A thin, almost invisible black needle pierced the skin and flesh.

The needle tip trembled slightly, and the poison traveled through the blood vessels into the dantian.

Xiao Wu's hand froze in mid-air.

He tried to activate the jade talisman, but his fingertips lost their strength first.

On that face covered in putrid grease, the mouth was still open, but no sound could be uttered.

Luo Hongyao, who was standing behind him, withdrew her hand, her black sleeve covering half of her palm.

She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pale face and eyes colder than needles.

"Move less."

She only said two words.

The five Xiao clan disciples behind Xiao Wu bowed down at the same time.

Some people clutched their chests, while others scratched their arms frantically, with dark lines bulging under their skin.

One of the disciples had only taken two steps when his knees buckled and he fell face down into the putrid oil.

The remaining few tried to unleash their magical artifacts, but the black aura had already climbed up their necks.

The ritual implement had just been lit when it fell from his hand, making several muffled thuds.

Only heavy breathing remained in the tavern.

Luo Zhengnan walked to Xiao Wu's side and nudged his storage bag with his toe.

"Young master, weren't you quite the loudmouth just now?"

Xiao Wu's eyes twitched, but he couldn't even lift a finger.

Luo Hongyao walked behind him and took out the poisoned needle.

Luo Zhengnan immediately smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the assembled cultivators.

"When the Hundred Poison Masters' lineage is in charge, don't touch them before the poison takes effect. Whoever reaches out will end up lying down as well."

The crowd seemed to be held back by invisible threads, and the steps that were pushing forward just now all came to a stop.

The title of the Poison Master of a Hundred Poisons is even more terrifying in the Eastern Continent than that of the collateral branches of the Xiao family.

Whether Xiao Wu is still alive or not is no longer of concern to anyone.

All eyes were on the six storage bags, so hot that even the corpse mist couldn't suppress them.

Luo Zhengnan bent down and picked up the storage bags one by one, his movements as fast as if he were collecting his own account books.

"Don't rush, don't rush."

He held one of the rings high, saying, "The Xiao family has a lot of good stuff on them. I heard they also stole twenty-three storage rings from Qin Mo, and there must be even more hidden in the main branch. If you want to get rich, go find the Xiao family."

The breathing of the several cultivators immediately became disordered.

If this gets out, the people chasing Qin Mo will change their target.

In the corner, Hua Meiniang pressed her temples and suddenly stood up.

The once dormant God-Slaying Forbidden Curse has reignited, with a subtle pull emanating from afar.

She didn't say anything, and turned to chase after him.

Cang Wuyue glanced at her retreating figure, and at that moment, the master-servant soul oath also rippled.

That familiar aura appeared for only a moment before being obscured by the corpse mist.

She picked up her longsword and followed.

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little green-eared beast tightly and hurriedly followed in their footprints out the back door.

Outside the city, Qin Mo walked slowly.

He had just rounded a section of collapsed wall when he heard footsteps coming from the fog behind him.

Hua Meiniang was the first to rush out, raising her sword to block his path.

Cang Wuyue followed closely behind, her gaze sweeping over his face several times.

Luo Xiaoman stopped, panting, and the little blue-eared beast barked at Qin Mo.

"Are you still pretending?"

Hua Meiniang lowered her voice.

Qin Mo raised his hand to press the edge of the cloak, ignoring her words.

Cang Wuyue stared at him: "That piece of golden spirit iron in the tavern, did you leave it there on purpose?"

"The Xiao family took it on themselves."

Hua Meiniang's sword drew another half an inch closer: "Then why don't you take us with you?"

Just as Qin Mo was about to speak, the surrounding corpse mist suddenly parted to both sides.

A bronze soul lamp floated in the mist, its flame devoid of warmth.

Ji Hongxiao walked out carrying a lantern, followed by more than ten cultivators.

Some of them wore blood-red cloaks, others wielded short blades, and all wore bounty hunter badges on their chests.

On the soul lamp, a woman's face slowly emerged.

Tang Mei's fragmented soul looked at Qin Mo, and laughter came from the lamp wick.

"Qin Mo, after running for so long, you've finally stopped."

The expressions of Hua Meiniang and the other two changed simultaneously.

More than ten bounty hunters dispersed, blocking the front and rear escape routes, and their weapons lit up one by one.

Ji Hongxiao raised the bronze soul lamp, and the light illuminated the shadows of the four people.

"Hand over the storage ring, and you might still be able to leave with a whole corpse."

Qin Mo slowly raised his head and placed his hand on the hilt of the Thunder Sound Sword.

Deep within the fog of corpses, more footsteps are approaching.

Tang Mei's split soul stared at him, her voice growing increasingly shrill.

"And these three women beside you, none of them will be leaving."