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

Qin Mo did not respond immediately after Xiao Qinghuang's promise.

He looked down at the crack in his palm, and waited for the blood to drip from between his fingers onto the bluestone before draping the ancient broken sword over his shoulder.

"The conditions aren't difficult: be my personal sword attendant for three months."

Xiao Qinghuang's finger stopped in mid-air, and the sword mark between her brows flashed.

"What are you doing, sword attendant?"

Qin Mo pressed down on the broken sword on his shoulder, his tone very serious: "During the day, carry the sword for me; at night, guard the door and protect me. When I practice my fist techniques, you hand me the sword. When I rest, you watch the door. In three months, all seven natal swords will be returned to you, not one missing."

Xiao Qinghuang's face tightened.

"You treat me like a servant?"

"You come looking for a sword, and I'll assign you work." Qin Mo raised his eyes. "It's fair, a two-way street."

Her chest heaved slightly, and she slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword.

"I won't agree."

"Then forget it."

Qin Mo turned and left, his toes already stepping into the shadows of the Underworld Emperor Gorge.

Xiao Qinghuang stared at his back, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her sword.

Qin Mo had taken all seven of her natal flying swords; she couldn't just stand by and watch him leave.

"Chu Wuming, leave your sword behind."

Qin Mo didn't even turn his head: "The sword is with me. If you're so capable, take it yourself."

Before his words had even faded, he had already rushed into the depths of the canyon.

Xiao Qinghuang gritted her teeth and immediately followed him inside.

The wind in the Underworld Gorge carried a damp and cold atmosphere. As soon as he stepped over the stone tablet, the five elements patterns on Qin Mo's shoulder lit up.

The black wind brushed against his skin, causing a slight stinging sensation in his Five Elements Golden Body.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace in his dantian began to rotate.

The corpse energy that had seeped into the body was gradually swallowed up by the furnace fire, turning into a faint Qi of Heaven and Earth.

But the seven natal flying swords were also constantly clashing inside the furnace, their sword cries emanating from his meridians, making Qin Mo's chest feel tight.

He didn't go through the middle of the canyon, but instead slid inwards along the left side of the rock wall.

The black water ahead churned, and suddenly a rotting hand emerged from the bottom.

Qin Mo stomped on the corpse's skull, crushing it, and used the momentum to leap over the puddle.

Upon landing, countless white bones crawled out from all around, and ashes ignited in the empty eye sockets.

Bone Spirit.

These things lack complete consciousness and move by the aura of corpses.

Each one possesses the power of a Golden Core cultivator.

Qin Mo raised the broken sword and stabbed it into the gap in the Bone Spirit's chest.

With a twist of the sword, the gray flames within the Bone Spirit's body immediately dispersed.

The sound of sword energy cutting through the air came from behind.

Xiao Qinghuang charged into the horde of corpses, the sword mark on her forehead lit up, and several sword beams swept across the ground, causing swathes of rotting corpses to fall along the way.

But the stench of death in the canyon was too strong.

The corpses that had just fallen quickly rose again, and fragmented bone spirits emerged one after another from the black water.

The horde of corpses grew thicker and thicker, blocking the entire stone path in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Qinghuang cleaved through the bone wall in front of her with a sword, but her feet were grabbed by a skeletal hand.

She bent down and severed the hand, and three more bone spirits pounced down from above.

"Chu Wuming, don't even think about running away!"

Qin Mo turned around and glanced back.

Xiao Qinghuang was entangled by the horde of corpses. Her sword energy kept exploding, but she could not break through the sea of ​​bones.

Without lingering, he turned and slipped into a narrow crevice beside the stone wall.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace concealed its aura, even suppressing the smell of blood on its body.

The narrow crevice leads to an underground cave.

Qin Mo had only peeked out halfway when he stopped.

In the center of the cave stood a black banner commemorating the dead.

Below the Corpse Banner, dozens of cultivators from the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect stood in two rows.

Shi Luoyi was among them; half of the corpse puppets on his body were gone, and his face was even paler than before.

In front of him sat a hunched old woman.

The old woman was dressed in a gray linen robe and leaned on a white bone cane.

A bronze coffin rested before her knees, inside which lay the corpse of a woman dressed in blood.

A bluish-black Gu worm was pinned between the eyebrows of the female corpse.

Every time the Gu worms moved, a chorus of footsteps echoed outside the corpse cave.

Qin Mo turned his head and looked out. Outside the cave, there was a dark mass of corpses.

They filled the canyon, their numbers seemingly endless.

Each of the reanimated corpses had a thin, black soul thread connecting its brow.

The other end of the soul thread was completely embedded in the mother's corpse.

"Mother Corpse Soul Gu"

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched slightly.

Once fully activated, this thing can control thousands upon thousands of reanimated corpses.

Granny Kugu had obviously reunited with Shi Luoyi and led the main force of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect into the Underworld Emperor Gorge.

The old woman with withered bones tapped her bone cane.

The horde of corpses turned around in unison and advanced towards the deepest part of the canyon.

"Drive away all the living people in front of us." She raised her eyelids. "Whoever blocks our way will be turned into a corpse slave."

Shi Luoyi lowered his head and gestured for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect to follow.

Qin Mo remained silent.

He retreated into the crevice and waited until the horde of corpses had all passed before slowly following along the stone wall.

Xiao Qinghuang was still blocked outside.

By the time she had fought her way through the horde of zombies, she had already ventured deeper into the horde.

Meanwhile, in Xuantian City, at the Xiao family's villa.

Inside the secret chamber, Xiao Tianci sat cross-legged amidst the blood-red array patterns, the color draining from his face in waves.

A jade bottle was placed in front of him.

The jade bottle contained only a black and red pill, which was the secret medicine for breaking through the infant stage bestowed by the main branch of the Xiao family.

Xiao Tianci raised his hand and grabbed the jade bottle, his knuckles turning white, before swallowing the pill.

The next moment, the spiritual energy in the secret room was forcibly pulled towards his dantian.

Several cracks appeared on the surface of the golden core, and violent spiritual energy rushed into the limbs and bones.

Xiao Tianci's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the array patterns beneath him lit up one by one.

Half an hour later, a muffled rumble of thunder echoed from above the secret chamber.

Xiao Tianci opened his eyes, and a layer of purple light appeared deep in his pupils.

The aura of a nascent soul burst forth from his body, shattering the stone wall behind him.

But that aura was not stable.

He raised his hand to press against his chest, his fingernails digging directly into his palm.

"Young Master, if you forcibly break through to the Nascent Soul stage, the Twelve Palaces will not accept your true form."

At the entrance to the secret chamber, Xiao Qian lifted the black cloth, revealing a tall, black-armored battle puppet.

Xiao Tianci looked at the battle puppet and slowly withdrew his fingers.

He had just entered the Nascent Soul stage and was no longer able to enter the Primordial Ruins in his original form.

If he were to attempt to teleport, the rules of the Twelve Palaces would directly reject him.

Xiao Qian walked to the battle puppet and pointed to the divine sense gauge between its eyebrows.

"This split-spirit battle puppet can withstand your divine sense and is sufficient to enter the Eighth Palace for you."

Xiao Tianci stared at the battle puppet, his voice extremely low: "Can it kill Qin Mo?"

"As long as he is still in the Yellow Springs Ruins, the War Puppet will be able to find him."

Xiao Tianci raised his hand and slapped the stone table in front of him, splitting it in two.

"Then send me in."

Xiao Qian paused for a moment: "If the battle puppet is destroyed, your divine sense will also be damaged. Your newly formed nascent soul may suffer hidden dangers as a result."

Xiao Tianci picked up the black jade piece between the eyebrows of the battle puppet, his eye twitching slightly.

"I only want Qin Mo dead."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged in front of the battle puppet, separated a wisp of his divine sense, and slowly let it sink into the black armor.

The black-armored war puppet's finger twitched first.

The next moment, it raised its head, and two points of blood-red light lit up in its eyes at the same time.

Above Xuantian City, the teleportation array was activated.

The war puppet stepped through the light gate and headed straight for the eighth gate, the Ruins of the Underworld.