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

boom!

The Chiyang Locking Dragon Tower shook again.

The soil outside the tower was shaken open, and crimson flames squeezed out from the cracks.

Ji Changgeng's smile vanished, and the jade fan in his hand froze in mid-air.

"Young Master, the people inside the tower are still ramming it." A Ji clan cultivator stared at the tower, his Adam's apple bobbing. "And the force is getting stronger."

Ji Changgeng raised his hand to press down on the Chiyang Pagoda. Just as his palm touched the pagoda wall, another muffled sound came from inside.

His arm went numb, and his foot slid half a step backward.

This top-grade spiritual artifact couldn't even suppress a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

"Young Master Ji, release them first." Hua Meiniang approached, leaning on her sword, her face deathly pale. "These people are wanted by the Netherworld Sect. The fragment of the soul in the Soul Lamp belongs to Tang Mei."

As she spoke, she threw a blood-stained spirit tablet from her sleeve onto the ground.

As soon as the soul tablet was placed down, black energy began to seep out along the cracks.

Ji Changgeng glanced down, his brows slowly lowering.

Cang Wuyue continued, "We were being chased by them the whole way. The soul Gu on Ji Hongxiao's body is the same as that bronze lamp. If you had arrived any later, our master would have already been surrounded and killed by them."

"Owner?"

Ji Changgeng turned to look at her.

Cang Wuyue tightened her grip on the sword, a heat rising to her ears, but she didn't change her mind.

"That's his business, it's none of your concern."

Holding the little blue-eared beast, Luo Xiaoman quickly added, "He saved us and also placed a restriction on us. Anyway, we acknowledge him."

Ji Changgeng did not ask any further questions.

He walked to the body of a bounty hunter and bent down to pry open the corpse's fingers.

The man's palm held a black insect egg, which had already cracked open, and the soul threads inside were still wriggling.

He then examined the bloodstains left by Ji Hongxiao, and finally looked at the marks left by the bronze soul lamp.

"Soul-binding Gu, Soul-splitting Lamp." Ji Changgeng withdrew his hand. "These people are indeed not your companions who came to steal the treasure. I made a mistake earlier."

He spoke decisively, and with a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Sun Dragon-Locking Pagoda immediately shrank to the size of a palm.

The fire chains wrapped inside the tower were all retrieved, and the tower door opened.

Qin Mo walked out, his robes burned with several holes, and sparks still lingered on his shoulders.

He raised his hand and patted his cuffs, his knuckles making a soft cracking sound.

"Is it all over if the error was found?"

Ji Changgeng looked at him, cupped his hands, and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu, I have offended you greatly just now. I am willing to compensate you with a high-grade spiritual artifact. In addition, you can also borrow the Crimson Sun Tower for three days."

Qin Mo glanced at the small tower, then flicked the sparks into the mud.

"Forget about the tower. If you really want to apologize, find me two people."

"Who?"

"Tang Mei's divided soul, and Ji Hongxiao." Qin Mo's gaze fell on the churning corpse mist in the distance. "They didn't go far."

Ji Changgeng nodded and immediately ordered the Ji clan cultivators behind him to split into two teams to investigate along the bloodstains and traces of soul power.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply gave the order once, and the group quickly disappeared into the fog.

Qin Mo watched them leave, his fingers lightly tapping the hilt of the Thunder Sound Sword.

He deliberately mentioned the bounties on Hua Meiniang and Cang Wuyue, and also revealed the matter of the eleven golden pills to Ji Changgeng, just to see if this young master of the ancient Ji clan would have a sudden change of heart.

As a result, Ji Changgeng didn't even look at the storage bag.

"The Flower Saintess is worth a top-grade poison pill, and the Azure Dragon Young Master also has a top-grade spiritual artifact as a reward," Qin Mo said casually. "If the Ji family hands her over, they can at least exchange her for two precious treasures."

Ji Changgeng tapped the fan handle against his palm, his expression calm.

"The Ji clan has a history of tens of thousands of years, and the things stored in the warehouses are enough to last for several generations. I don't do things like exchanging people for rewards."

Qin Mo raised his eyes.

This person seems pretentious, but he still has some principles.

"Where is Fellow Daoist Chu?" Ji Changgeng asked. "You've extracted eleven golden cores and possess top-grade spiritual artifacts, so why have you been concealing your cultivation level?"

Qin Mo sheathed the Thunder Sound Sword.

"The reason why rogue cultivators live long is because they avoid causing trouble. If you hadn't made a move today, I wouldn't have crashed into your tower."

Ji Changgeng was so taken aback that he paused with his fan for a moment, then laughed.

"You certainly don't speak politely."

"Being polite won't put food on the table."

Hua Meiniang turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Cang Wuyue suppressed the smile on her lips, then suddenly turned around.

The corpse mist behind them no longer carried the presence of Tang Mei and Ji Hongxiao.

Qin Mo's fingers stopped.

They escaped really fast.

Just as he was about to speak, a series of whooshing sounds suddenly came from afar.

The corpse mist was sliced ​​in half by a sharp sword intent, and more than a dozen cyan streaks of light swept across the ground.

The broken bones along the way were swept up by the sword energy and crashed against the stone walls, making a series of crisp sounds.

The Ji clan cultivator retreated from the mist, his face grim.

"Young Master, it's the main branch of the Xiao family that's here. They've blocked both the front and back roads."

As soon as he finished speaking, the azure light landed on the ground.

The woman in the lead was dressed in blue, with her long hair tied in a high ponytail. She had no sword at her waist, but held a narrow, unsheathed blade in her right hand.

She landed without raising any dust, but the three feet of earth beneath her feet cracked open.

Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed directly on Qin Mo.

As the sword intent pressed down, Hua Meiniang's sword sheath hummed first.

Cang Wuyue's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously stepped in front of Luo Xiaoman.

The Five Elements True Bone in Qin Mo's chest resonated with a low, deep sound as it was stimulated by the sword intent.

The eleven golden pills that had just been put into the storage bag also began to tremble.

Peak Golden Core stage?

wrong.

This woman's aura was far stronger than Xie Wufeng's.

Before she even drew her sword, the ground beneath her feet could no longer withstand its sharpness.

The woman in green stopped ten feet away, her gaze cold and devoid of warmth.

"Xiao Qinghuang of the Xiao family," she announced. "Who is Qin Mo?"

No one spoke.

Ji Changgeng frowned: "Miss Xiao, this is the Yellow Springs Ruins, not a place where your Xiao family can order people to be arrested."

Xiao Qinghuang didn't even lift her eyelids.

"I'm asking about Qin Mo."

Qin Mo touched the edge of the cloak covering his face and took a step forward.

"Qin Mo is dead."

Xiao Qinghuang finally looked at him, and gently turned the narrow blade in her hand.

The sword remained sheathed, yet the invisible blade sliced ​​the corpse mist in front of it in two.

"Then why are you wearing his sword and carrying his things?"

Qin Mo glanced down at the Thunder Sound Sword, then looked up and smiled.

"Young lady, that's a strange question. Whoever grabs something keeps it. Does the Xiao family even register things left behind by the dead?"

The Xiao clan cultivators behind Xiao Qinghuang stepped forward in unison, their killing intent suppressing the surrounding wind.

She raised her narrow blade and pointed it at Qin Mo.

"Hand over twenty-three storage rings and surrender to trial. Otherwise, there will be another corpse in the Yellow Springs Ruins today."

Qin Mo stared at the unsheathed sword, his wrist tightening with each passing moment.

The Five Elements Golden Body has just collected eleven golden pills and is just missing an opponent who can force him to use his full strength.

He took half a step forward, crushing the pebbles beneath his feet.

"You can take something if you want."

Qin Mo gripped the Thunder Sound Sword, its clanging sound piercing through the corpse mist.

"Let me see first, why should the number one swordsman of the Xiao family collect debts for your family?"

Xiao Qinghuang pushed the sword hilt open an inch with her thumb.