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

Qin Mo leaped into the Black Lake, where the icy water immediately pressed down on him.

The five elements of Qi and blood adhered to the whole body, keeping the lake water three feet away.

Sikong Ji followed beside her, his snow-white dress protected by purple lightning, as they sank towards the bottom of the lake.

The further down you go, the dimmer the light becomes.

Countless corpses hung in the water.

Some were dressed in tattered wedding clothes, while others had their limbs chained and swayed gently with the undercurrent.

The corpses were all facing the bottom of the lake, their eyes closed, and a black copper coin in their mouths.

Qin Mo opened the Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye.

There was no soul in the corpse, only a very faint ghostly aura.

All the ghostly energy connected to the area below, eventually converging into a dark palace complex.

A semi-circular canopy hangs above the imperial palace.

A gray-white ancient bead hangs in the center of the sky, its power separating the lake water completely.

From a distance, the entire palace appears to be covered by a large bowl.

The two landed in front of the sky.

Qin Mo reached out and touched it, his fingertips easily passing through.

He then took a step forward, his body passing through the water-repellent canopy, and suddenly his feet lost their footing.

He landed on a long black stone staircase.

Sikong Ji followed closely behind, and as soon as his shoes touched the ground, the lightning around him dissipated.

Neither of them got a drop of lake water on their clothes.

The imperial palace was unusually dry.

The stone lamps on both sides were unlit, yet their wicks emitted a ghastly green flame on their own.

At the end of the stone steps was a bronze gate three zhang high, covered with patterns of weddings and funerals.

Suddenly, joyful sounds came from behind the door.

The melody had barely started when it turned into a woman's soft laughter.

The voice of the Mirage-Clad Demon Mother drifted back and forth along the palace wall.

"You weren't done causing trouble last night, and now you've come all the way to my house? Fine, you two stay here, that'll make a perfect pair for me."

Sikong Ji's face turned cold.

"If she utters another word, I'll smash her mouth in."

Qin Mo rubbed his still sore right wrist.

"Don't be so fierce. You didn't complain about me talking too much last night."

Sikong Ji aimed the bowstring at the back of his head.

"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish right now."

Qin Mo immediately shut up.

This woman is thin-skinned, but she's anything but thin-skinned when it comes to wielding power.

If this gets brought up again, she might actually beat herself up first.

The two pushed open the bronze door.

As the door hinges turned, a heavy friction sound echoed throughout the imperial palace.

There was no ghost mother behind the door, only a long corridor leading directly to the main hall.

Boom, boom, boom.

Neat footsteps echoed from the darkness.

Two rows of stone lanterns lit up one after another, and a squad of guards clad in dark, heavy armor emerged.

They held long spears, and gray smoke kept rising from the gaps in their armor.

Qin Mo's gaze pierced through the armor plates.

Beneath the armor were blackened corpses.

A ghostly face was crawling on the back of each corpse's head, and a ghostly hand was burrowing into their bones, controlling their movements.

A malevolent spirit possesses a corpse.

Leading the way was a statue of a corpse warrior in front of the palace.

It was a head taller than the other guards, and its shoulder armor was engraved with two evil spirits.

The Soul-Slaying Blade in his hand was as wide as a door panel, and its blade was covered with a layer of dark red blood that could not be washed off.

The Corpse Lord stomped his foot, and the black stone cracked on the spot.

The Soul-Slaying Blade whipped up a chilling wind and slashed down towards Qin Mo's shoulder and neck.

Before the knife even arrived, the ghostly aura emanating from it had already seeped into his soul.

Qin Mo did not back down.

The Five Elements Golden Body circulates, and a faint golden light emerges from beneath the skin.

clang!

The Soul-Slaying Blade fell heavily.

The stone slab under Qin Mo's feet collapsed by half a foot, but his shoulder wasn't even scratched.

Instead, the large sword emitted a piercing, cracking sound, and the blade split open with three slits.

The Corpse Lord's hand, which was holding the knife, was also jolted upwards by the shock.

Sikong Ji's gaze lingered on Qin Mo's shoulders and back for a moment before shifting away.

She had personally tested how tough this body was.

Even she couldn't do anything to Qin Mo, so a mere corpse like Hou couldn't possibly break through his defenses.

Qin Mo raised his hand and grabbed the back of the knife.

He tightened his fingers, and cracks quickly spread across the blade.

With a crisp sound, the Soul-Slaying Blade broke in two.

He caught half of the blade and swept it horizontally.

The head of the Corpse Lord flew off, rolled more than ten steps on the ground, and knocked over a stone lamp.

The headless corpse did not fall.

It turned around, bent down, picked up its own head, and pressed it against its neck.

Black threads emerged from the broken edge, and it was quickly sewn back together.

Qin Mo stared at it, raising an eyebrow.

"They can put the head back on after it's been cut off; that's quite a skill, saving on coffins."

Corpse Lord threw away the broken sword and raised both arms at the same time.

It threw a punch, squeezing out white waves of air in front of its fist.

Qin Mo sheathed his broken blade and met the attack with a punch of his own.

The two fists collided.

The entire corridor shook.

The closest guards were thrown back by the shockwave and crashed into the palace walls.

Sikong Ji opened the curtain of thunder, but the hem of her snow-white robe was still blown tightly against her legs by the strong wind.

Qin Mo did not move his feet.

The Corpse Lord retreated four steps.

With each step back, a deep pit was left beneath his feet, and the armor plates on his right arm continued to fall off.

Its fist was already crooked.

Just as Qin Mo was about to give chase, the pale green lights on the ground suddenly went out.

Thick ghostly mist spewed out from the cracks in the wall.

Within a few breaths, the corridor was filled with gray fog.

The footsteps of the Ghost Armor Guards disappeared simultaneously, and even the distance that the Qiankun Dharma Eye could see through was reduced to three zhang.

A spear suddenly thrust in from the left.

Qin Mo dodged to the side, grabbed the spear shaft with his other hand, pulled the guard hidden in the mist to his front, and punched through his breastplate.

The corpse fell, but the malevolent spirit inside escaped first.

On the other side, lightning flashed.

Sikong Ji was clearly also besieged.

Qin Mo followed the sound of thunder closer, but after only ten steps, the thunder suddenly stopped.

He stopped beside a stone pillar.

"Sikong Ji, if you hear this, unleash a thunderbolt."

There was no response from any of the surroundings.

Qin Mo infused the five elements of qi and blood into the broken sword, and with one strike, he cleaved through the ghostly mist in front of him.

After the fog dissipated, the main gate of the main hall came into view.

Sikong Ji has disappeared.

The corridor behind them was also completely sealed off by the ghostly mist.

Qin Mo didn't turn around and search randomly.

He carried the broken sword and stepped into the main hall, his divine sense slowly spreading out around him.

The main hall was frighteningly spacious.

A black and gold carpet was laid in the center, and a bone dragon throne was placed at the far end.

Seated on the throne was a tall, corpse-like figure, draped in a black and gold dragon robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown.

It lowered its head and placed its hands on its knees.

Just sitting there, Qin Mo's five elements of qi and blood felt somewhat sluggish.

Xuanling Corpse Lord.

Just as Qin Mo saw the nine corpse marks on its chest, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Sikong Ji walked into the main hall carrying the Purple Lightning Longbow, his breathing somewhat rapid.

There were several tears in his sleeves, and his face was paler than before.

She stopped beside Qin Mo.

"A teleportation array was hidden in the fog, and I was transported back to the entrance of the corridor."

Qin Mo glanced at her, but didn't notice any wounds, so he looked back at the throne.

Just then, the Corpse Lord of Xuanling raised his head.

Two points of blood-red light shone beneath the crown.

It supported the armrests of the throne, its black and gold dragon robe slowly unfurling, while the floor tiles beneath its feet shattered one after another.

Qin Mo gripped the broken sword tightly.

Sikong Ji approached silently from behind, a thin, long black needle appearing between his snow-white fingers.

The needle tip quietly pierced Qin Mo's lower back.

Ding!

The Soul-Locking Needle struck the Five Elements Golden Body, and the needle bent instantly.

Sikong Ji's wrist was also broken by the force of the recoil, and the bone made a crisp sound.