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

Inside the Xuantian Immortal Palace, the Xuantian Mirror hangs in mid-air.

The mirror reflects the ancient road to the underworld.

The corpse mist was torn apart by the force of the fist, and Qin Mo stood up from the pile of rocks, his robes mostly torn, and he was still holding the broken sword in his hand.

Xiao Xuance stared at the mirror, his fingertips slowly pressing against the armrest of the seat.

Several fine cracks immediately appeared on the wooden handrail.

"Elder Xiao, don't put your hand in."

The sect leader of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, who was in the main seat, raised his eyelids slightly.

Xiao Xuance stopped moving, his knuckles turning white.

An elderly man in purple robes beside him said coldly, "The Twelve Palaces are a place for disciples of various sects to compete for opportunities. Anyone who dares to interfere from the outside will have their golden token revoked by Xuantian City on the spot."

"Xiao Qinghuang is still inside."

Xiao Xuance said with a stern face, "That is the chief swordsman of my Xiao family."

"If she dies inside, it's because she wasn't skilled enough."

The sect leader's gaze fell on his face. "If you dare to make a move, first ask the Xiao family if they can withstand the rules of the Xuan Tian Immortal Sect."

The hall fell silent.

Xiao Xuance withdrew his hand, but his palm clenched so tightly in his sleeve that it made a cracking sound.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

"Send the order to Xiao Qinghuang."

He lowered his voice.

"Kill Chu Wuming, and don't let him leave the Yellow Springs Ruins."

Inside the Xuan Tian Mirror, Qin Mo was being pushed backward by the Primordial Sword Light.

The sword energy between his palms vibrated continuously, its sharp force penetrating his flesh.

His palms were cracked, and blood dripped from between his fingers. As soon as it hit the ground, it was swallowed up by the corpse mist.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth, pressing down layer by layer with the five elements of Qi and blood.

Xiao Qinghuang's Formless Sword Embryo is getting stronger and stronger.

If this drags on any longer, his palms will be shredded by the sword energy sooner or later.

He had already placed the Ancient Broken Sword in his sleeve, and the Houyi Sunset Bow was hidden in the Furnace Space.

If both weapons are used together, they might be able to suppress Xiao Qinghuang.

But just as he was about to make his move, the Qiankun Dharma Eye suddenly turned on its own.

Deep within the fog of corpses, a light shone that did not belong to the Ruins of the Underworld.

It was a mirror.

The mirror is small, hidden behind the distant mountain shadows, yet it clearly reflects every broken bone on the ancient road.

Behind the mirror, there were several figures watching this place through the Xuan Tian Mirror.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Someone is watching him.

That bow cannot be used, and the ancient broken sword cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, after this battle, it won't just be Xiao Qinghuang waiting outside.

Qin Mo made a quick decision and turned both palms to the side.

The Primordial Sword Qi grazed his arm and shattered a stone wall in the distance.

Using the recoil force, he turned and stomped on the ground, his entire body skimming away along the corpse mist.

"Chu Wuming!"

Xiao Qinghuang's voice came from behind.

Qin Mo did not turn around, stepping over more than a dozen broken bones in succession, his speed increasing compared to before.

"Leave the sword with me for now."

He raised his hand and pressed it against his bleeding palm, speaking casually.

"We'll talk about returning it after I've used it enough."

Xiao Qinghuang's breath hitched for a beat.

The seven natal flying swords she had forged over hundreds of years were now all swallowed into her dantian by this person.

The Crimson Flame Sword was alright, but the remaining six swords were her most prized possessions.

Qin Mo is now saying he'll pay her back when he's had enough.

The sword scar on her forehead flashed, and the white bones beneath her feet exploded.

He transformed into a beam of blue light and chased after it, skimming along the ground.

Behind him, Ji Changgeng put away his folding fan and followed suit, leaping into the corpse mist.

He originally just wanted to see Xiao Qinghuang retrieve her natal sword, but who would have thought that all seven swords would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The two were now fleeing and chasing each other, moving so fast that even his divine sense could not lock onto them.

On the other side of the ancient road, the remaining disciples of the Xiao family were still gathering their troops.

As soon as Xiao Qinghuang left, the imposing aura that had been pressing down on everyone immediately dissipated.

Several rogue cultivators stared at the storage bags at their waists and slowly approached.

"Xiao Qinghuang has already gone far away."

Someone raised the knife and licked their chapped lips.

Leave your belongings behind before you go.

The disciples of the Xiao family turned grim and began to unleash their magical artifacts.

However, they had just gone through a chaotic battle and were all injured. Faced with the ever-growing number of cultivators around them, they were quickly pushed into the corpse mist.

The flashes of swords and the flickering flames of magic clashed.

The screams echoed far along the ancient road.

Hua Meiniang glanced back, and the forbidden spell between her brows suddenly felt hot.

She stopped, pressed her finger to her brow, and her eyelashes trembled twice.

"The master is still alive."

Cang Wuyue grasped her wrist, first looked at her face, and then felt the Soul Oath again.

The connection between master and servant was not broken.

"I can sense it too."

Luo Xiaoman hugged the little green-eared beast in her arms tightly, her gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"Since that's what you all say, let's believe you this once."

Hua Meiniang pursed her lips, her gaze still following the direction Qin Mo had left in.

She had barely taken a step when Cang Wuyue blocked her way.

"Our master wants us to go far away."

Cang Wuyue did not loosen her grip.

"If he comes out, he will definitely go to the Path to Heaven to find us."

Hua Meiniang curled her fingertips, ultimately suppressing the urge to chase after them.

The three turned and left.

The shouts of battle behind them grew fainter and fainter, while the fog of corpses ahead grew thicker and thicker.

Qin Mo continued his journey deeper into the ancient Yellow Springs Road.

The Xuan Tian Mirror's spying had disappeared, but Xiao Qinghuang was still chasing after it.

She stopped shouting and just kept getting closer.

Every time the sword light approached, Qin Mo would use the terrain to dodge, never giving her a chance to fight.

The wound on my palm is getting deeper and deeper.

Only when the Qi of Heaven and Earth flowed through the meridians could the bleeding be barely stopped.

"This woman is really persistent."

Qin Mo wiped the blood from the back of his hand, and finally a huge black canyon appeared before his eyes.

At the entrance to the canyon stands a half-broken stone tablet, with most of the characters worn away by wind and sand, leaving only three crooked ancient characters.

Underworld Emperor Gorge.

There was no corpse mist inside the canyon, only a chilling aura that made even the Five Elements Golden Body feel a stinging pain.

The ground was paved with broken bluestone, and black water occasionally seeped out from the cracks in the stones, with a few strands of grayish-white hair floating on the surface.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

We can't wander off any further.

The sound of swords rang out behind them, already close by.

Xiao Qinghuang passed through the corpse mist and landed ten feet behind Qin Mo.

Her sleeves were torn, her hair was disheveled, and the sword mark on her forehead was still faintly glowing.

Ji Changgeng was a step too slow and landed further away.

He didn't approach, but instead used a folding fan to block the oncoming gust of cold wind, his gaze sweeping across the entrance to the Underworld Emperor Gorge.

Xiao Qinghuang looked at Qin Mo, her chest heaving a few times.

Give me back my sword.

She raised her hand, palm facing Qin Mo.

"Seven, not one less."

Qin Mo turned around, blood still seeping from the wound on his palm.

He glanced down at her, then looked up and swept his gaze over Xiao Qinghuang.

"The sword has entered my territory."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qinghuang's expression darkened.

Qin Mo raised his hand and gently tapped the storage ring with his fingertips.

"If you want it back, don't just talk the talk."

Xiao Qinghuang stared at him, her jaw clenching slightly.

She could tell, of course, that Qin Mo was deliberately stalling for time.

But all seven of her natal swords had been taken by the opponent, so she could no longer fight head-on.

She had used all the power of the Formless Sword Embryo with that sword strike, yet Qin Mo was still able to stand up from the rubble.

If the fight continues, she may not be able to escape unscathed.

Xiao Qinghuang slowly withdrew her sword and took a step forward.

The distance between the two shortened.

A low, rumbling sound suddenly echoed from within the Underworld Emperor Gorge. A black gorge wind brushed against Qin Mo's clothes and stirred the stray hairs on Xiao Qinghuang's forehead.

She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, her fingertips pausing for a moment before she quickly withdrew them.

What do you want?

Qin Mo watched her movements, his gaze lingering for a moment.

This swordsman from the Xiao family finally agreed to sit down and talk.

He hoisted the ancient broken sword onto his shoulder, and the black wind from the canyon behind him whipped up his clothes, revealing his arm that had been slashed by the sword's energy.

"I'll set the terms."

Xiao Qinghuang's fingers tightened, and her voice became hoarse.

"As long as you return the Seven Swords to me, I will agree to any conditions."