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

Qin Mo's right fist collided with the pure white sword light.

Five-colored qi and blood exploded into fragments on his fist, and sword energy cut through his fingers, tearing his entire fist bone apart.

Blood spurted from his knuckles, and the dark gold patterns on his arm shattered instantly.

Qin Mo's body was thrown out, his feet carving two long furrows in the mud.

He steadied himself and glanced down at his right hand.

Five fingers were still there, but the bones were broken into several pieces, and the skin and flesh were torn open, revealing whitish bone fragments inside.

The Primordial Returning to Origin Sword hung beside Xiao Qinghuang, its tip stained with his blood.

Qin Mo's Transformation Furnace is still sealed by the Formless Sword Domain, preventing him from drawing out his Qi and opening his storage space.

He gripped the ancient broken sword tightly in his left hand, and the energy in his body returned to his bones.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand, and the pure white flying sword hummed once more.

Just as her fingertips were about to fall, the sky exploded.

Without warning, a beam of celestial light slashed down from above the corpse mist, the golden-white pillar of light directly enveloping Xiao Qinghuang and the swamp beneath her feet.

Within the light, everything came to a standstill.

Xiao Qinghuang's fingers froze in mid-air, the sword's cry of the Primordial Returning Origin Sword suddenly disappeared, and even her flowing hair froze in the wind.

The results of the Spirit Ranking have been released.

She killed the Rotten Dragon Lizard King.

The moment the sword severed the dragon lizard king's head, the level completion judgment was already generated.

The teleportation only required a moment to gather immortal light, which happened to coincide with the moment she attacked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's chest skipped a beat.

The Formless Sword Domain that had sealed his dantian collapsed as the immortal light descended, the Transformation Furnace resumed operation, and the flow of Qiankun Qi returned to his body.

He stepped back ten feet and stared at the white-clad figure in the pillar of light.

A divine light shone in Xiao Qinghuang's pupils.

She desperately tried to break free by channeling her spiritual power, but the power of the immortal light was at the level of laws, and she couldn't even move a finger.

Qin Mo looked at her frozen face and slowly sheathed the ancient broken sword.

Xiao Qinghuang's body was enveloped in immortal light and began to rise off the ground, her speed increasing rapidly.

Qin Mo waved her hand, a smile spreading across his face.

"I'll keep the seven swords for you for now. Remember to bring a gift to redeem them next time we meet."

Xiao Qinghuang's voice crashed down from the sky, filled with hatred that seemed to grind her teeth.

"You just wait!"

The white light disappeared into the corpse mist, and the figure vanished completely.

Qin Mo squatted down and immersed his right hand in the black water of the swamp; the coolness temporarily suppressed the excruciating pain.

He reached into his waist with his left hand, took out a bone-setting pill from his storage ring, and put it in his mouth.

As the pill entered his stomach, its warm medicinal power flowed along his meridians to his right hand, and the shattered bones began to slowly mend.

Three zhang away, Sikong Ji walked over carrying the Purple Lightning Longbow.

She glanced down at Qin Mo's bloodied and mangled right hand, then looked up at the direction where Xiao Qinghuang had disappeared, and finally spoke.

"Good luck."

Qin Mo pulled his right hand out of the water and shook off the mud.

The bones haven't fully healed yet, but at least I can clench my fist.

"I've always had good luck."

He stood up and looked around.

The commotion in the misty swamp attracted a new wave of undead.

Grayish-green figures emerged from the depths of the thick fog, a dozen or more, their phosphorescent flames in their eye sockets blending together in the mist.

Without wasting words, Qin Mo channeled the five elements of qi and blood into his left fist and smashed it towards the nearest group of undead.

The force of the punch exploded, and the upper body of the three-headed undead was instantly shattered into dust.

The rest were thrown into the mud by the shockwave, and before they could get up, a bolt of purple lightning struck down from above.

Sikong Ji didn't use a bow for his arrows; he used his hands as the string, and lightning shot out from between his fingers, exploding in the horde of undead.

Lightning is especially effective against evil spirits.

The yin energy of the undead struck by the purple light instantly dissipated, its skeleton shattered, and it fell into the muddy water, not even bothering to struggle.

The two cooperated tacitly.

Qin Mo was responsible for close combat, while Sikong Ji cleared the surrounding area from a distance. In less than a quarter of an hour, the surrounding undead were cleared away.

Sikong Ji withdrew the lightning, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, and then pointed his right hand towards the southwest.

"Over there. The Demon-Slaying Mark is still there; it hasn't gone far."

Qin Mo nodded, flipped his hand, and took out the flying boat from his storage ring.

The boat landed three feet above the mud and hovered steadily.

He leaped up, waved his sleeve, and arranged a table, chairs, and spirit fruits in a row. He leaned back in a chair, picked up a ten-thousand-year-old purple spirit fruit with his left hand, and took a bite.

My right hand is still healing, and the joints of the bones are creaking.

He frowned as he chewed the spirit fruit, looking more like he was enjoying himself than traveling.

Sikong Ji landed at the bow of the boat and turned around to see this scene.

She stared at the pile of spiritual fruits on the table for several breaths.

Each one was enveloped in a rich spiritual light, so abundant in spiritual energy that the halo could almost be seen floating.

"These spiritual fruits are at least ten thousand years old."

Her voice deepened slightly, "Where did you get this from?"

Qin Mo took another bite and replied vaguely.

"It's an heirloom."

Sikong Ji did not ask any further questions.

She sat at the bow of the boat, her back to Qin Mo, her gaze fixed on the depths of the corpse fog ahead.

The airship skimmed over the gray-green mist, the mud beneath its feet gradually deepening, the black water churning, and the stench of decay growing stronger.

After traveling about a hundred miles, the road ahead suddenly opened up.

A huge black lake appeared in the thick fog.

The lake was so flat that there wasn't a ripple, like a mirror soaked in ink.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist, and large piles of white bones were scattered on the shore. Some bones were half-inserted into the mud, while others floated on the lake surface, drifting slowly with the undercurrent.

Qin Mo sat up straight in the chair, and opened his Qiankun Dharma Eye.

His expression changed instantly.

The lakebed was covered with corpses.

Hundreds, even thousands of bodies, lay piled up in the depths of the black water.

Some have turned into skeletons, while others are still wearing the robes of their respective sects, their faces intact, as if they had just sunk.

A faint smell of blood mingled with the sour stench of decay in the air.

When did these people die?

What killed him this time?

Before Qin Mo could think about it further, fog rolled in on the lake.

It wasn't the usual gray-green corpse mist.

The fog, shimmering with iridescent colors, spread outwards in concentric circles from the center of the lake. Though it did not spread rapidly, it blocked all escape routes.

A delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Qin Mo was jolted awake. The black lake, white bones, corpse mist, and flying boat in front of him all vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was a warm pavilion covered with red silk.

The candlelight flickered, the curtains hung low, and the air was filled with an intense, almost overwhelming, fragrance of perfume.

Countless women with exquisite figures emerged from behind the curtains, their clothes so thin that their outlines could be seen. They placed their arms on his shoulders, and soft touches came from all directions.

"Young master, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Her sweet, soft voice filled my ears, and her warm breath swept across my neck.

Qin Mo's mind was buzzing, and his consciousness blurred for a moment.

He glanced down and saw the face closest to him was exquisitely sculpted, with a pair of watery eyes blinking at him.

Qin Mo swallowed hard in a daze, but the first words that came out of his mouth didn't match his thoughts.

"This service is so thoughtful."