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

Outside the Thunder Cave, the black ghost flag planted at the mountain pass simultaneously sank.

The thunder curtain shook violently, and the blue flags that Luo Zhengnan had laid down broke one after another.

The aura of a peak Golden Core cultivator pressed into the mountain pass, suppressing the surrounding lightning.

The Netherworld Cult Leader strode forward, followed by more than ten Golden Core cultivators, their ghostly patterns constantly shifting beneath their black robes.

Just as Hua Meiniang was about to retreat, the ground suddenly cracked open.

A black, ghostly rope emerged from the crack and wrapped around her right wrist.

The ghost rope tightened more and more, and the light on the red rope was quickly suppressed.

Hua Meiniang's wrist went numb, and most of the poison at her fingertips dissipated.

"Meiniang, the sect has raised you for so many years, and you're going to risk your life to protect outsiders?"

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his hand, and Ghost Rope immediately dragged Hua Meiniang in front of him.

Hua Meiniang raised her eyes, her forehead stray hairs stuck together with sweat.

"I've already paid back what I owed the church."

The ghost rope tightened even more, and Hua Meiniang's shoulder bones made a soft cracking sound.

She gritted her teeth and refused to utter a sound.

The Netherworld Cult Leader turned to look at Cang Wuyue.

"Where is the Azure Dragon Sect's secret treasure? Hand over the Ancestral Master's token and the clues, and I'll spare your life."

Cang Wuyue gripped the short sword, the hilt cracking under her hand.

"I have no idea."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Meiniang's body was lifted off the ground by the ghost rope.

Cang Wuyue's expression changed, and she took half a step forward.

The black flags lit up at the same time, and more than a dozen ghostly figures blocked her way.

She was forced to stop, and the spiritual energy within her golden core immediately became chaotic.

Murong Yi stood behind the Netherworld Cult Leader and pointed at the three women.

"Master, they've long been on Chu Wuming's side. Hua Meiniang led the way, Cang Wuyue protected him, and that little girl is also risking her life for him. All three of them have betrayed the Netherworld Sect; keeping them around will only cause trouble."

Hua Meiniang turned her head and looked at Murong Yi's face.

"What else can you do besides hide behind others and complain?"

Murong Yi's smile froze, and his fingers slowly tightened.

The Netherworld Cult Leader ignored their argument and focused only on Cang Wuyue.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is the secret treasure?"

Cang Wuyue's chest heaved slightly as he slowly raised his short sword.

"If you're so capable, go find it yourself."

With a flick of his fingers, the Netherworld Cult Leader sent the Ghost Rope dragging Hua Meiniang crashing to the ground.

Hua Meiniang knelt down on one knee, and the stone beneath her knee cracked instantly.

She braced herself, pressing her other hand to the ground, and a ghostly green gas emanated from her palm.

At the same time, Luo Zhengnan took out twelve green flags and quickly planted them around himself and Luo Hongyao.

The poisonous fog emanated from the flag, forming a ring of gray-green barrier.

The poisonous fog only protected the brother and sister; Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Luo Xiaoman were left outside.

Luo Hongyao glanced at Hua Meiniang, the silver needle already between her fingers.

"Brother, save them."

As soon as she raised her hand, Luo Zhengnan grabbed her wrist.

"Don't move, the cult leader is not someone we can mess with."

Luo Hongyao's fingertips turned white as the silver needle stopped between her fingers.

Ahead, the Lord of the Underworld raised his other hand.

The will-o'-the-wisp gathered in his palm, and the flame spread along the ground.

The poisonous gas on Hua Meiniang's body was forced to retreat continuously, and the ghost rope binding her began to tighten towards her abdomen.

Upon witnessing this scene, Cang Wuyue's golden core aura completely dissipated.

The dagger flew out of his hand.

Near the mountain pass, swords and spears were drawn one after another, and dozens of magical artifacts, glowing with a bluish-black light, shot into the air.

Cang Wuyue formed hand seals, and all the weapons quickly came together, condensing into a huge dragon-shaped palm, with its five fingers gripping the Netherworld Cult Master.

This is the Azure Dragon Controlling Weapon Hand.

At that moment, Luo Xiaoman bit her tongue, and three beast souls rushed out from behind her.

A black bear crashed through the ghost flag, a giant crimson python coiled around the legs of the Netherworld Cult Leader, and a blue-feathered eagle swooped down from above.

Hua Meiniang stood up, dragging the ghost rope, and tapped three times with her left hand.

Three ghostly poison blades condensed from the poisonous gas, their blades leaving corrosive marks as they scraped across the ground.

The three women attacked simultaneously.

At that moment, will-o'-the-wisps also filled the mountain pass.

The eerie green poisonous mist dissipated in large swaths upon contact with the will-o'-the-wisp.

The three poisoned blades were bent by the flames and then broke into black fragments.

The black bear's beastly soul had barely pounced when its body was pierced by the ghostly fire.

The giant crimson-scaled python let out a sharp hiss, and its soul rapidly shrank.

The Azure Feathered Eagle was also engulfed by the flames, its wings burned away, turning into a scattered mass of soul light.

The Azure Dragon's Armored Hand only held out for a moment before the magical artifacts that made up the dragon's claws melted away one by one.

The Lord of the Underworld raised his palm and pressed forward.

With a loud bang.

All three women were sent flying backwards at the same time.

Hua Meiniang was dragged by the ghost rope and slammed against the stone wall, causing large cracks to appear on her back.

She coughed up blood, her head bowed, and supported herself on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.

Luo Xiaoman crashed into the edge of the lightning barrier, and all three of her beast souls were damaged.

She clutched her chest, her breathing becoming labored, and her face quickly turned pale.

Cang Wuyue fell several dozen feet away, a short sword stuck beside her.

As soon as she propped herself up, a sharp pain shot through her golden core. The chaotic spiritual energy surged through her meridians, forcing her to kneel down again.

Murong Yi stood behind, unable to suppress the smugness in his eyes.

"Master, they've already made their move. If we show any mercy now, Chu Wuming will only continue to hide inside and watch the spectacle."

The Lord of the Underworld turned his head away.

Murong Yi immediately shut his mouth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The cult leader looked at Hua Meiniang again, his five fingers slowly closing.

"How long have you been following Chu Wuming?"

Hua Meiniang propped herself up against the stone wall, blood dripping from her mouth down her chin.

"What's it to you?"

The Ghost Rope suddenly snapped, pulling Hua Meiniang's arms behind her back.

The spiritual energy within her body was gradually forced back into her dantian, and the color drained from her face.

The Lord of the Underworld walked up to her, and the ghostly flame in his palm lit up again.

"If you don't talk, I'll destroy your dantian first."

Cang Wuyue raised her head, her voice extremely low.

"Let her go, and I can give you the hidden clues."

The Lord of the Underworld stopped what he was doing.

Murong Yi immediately chimed in, "Master, don't believe her. Cang Wuyue is stalling for time; Chu Wuming is in the Thunder Cave. As long as we capture all three of them, we'll be able to get the information out of them sooner or later."

Cang Wuyue turned and glanced at Murong Yi, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

She tried to get up, but her legs were held back by the chaotic spiritual energy of her golden core.

The dagger trembled a few times, but it couldn't fly back into her hand.

Luo Hongyao took another step forward.

Luo Zhengnan quickly pulled her back into the poisonous fog and pressed his palm against her shoulder.

"Do you want us siblings to die together?"

Luo Hongyao stared at Hua Meiniang, her throat moved, but she ultimately remained where she was.

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his hand, and the ghostly fire in his palm pressed down on Hua Meiniang's dantian.

Hua Meiniang's fingers dug into the stone surface, and her nails split open on the spot.

She looked up at the person in front of her, veins bulging on her forehead, but she never begged for mercy.

"Chu Wuming will not come to save you."

Murong Yi smiled and deliberately raised his voice.

Hua Meiniang wiped the blood from her mouth.

Whether he comes or not is none of your business.

Murong Yi's smile vanished completely.

The Netherworld Cult Leader tightened his five fingers, and the ghost fire was only half a foot away from Hua Meiniang's dantian.

Just then, a loud bang came from above the Thunder Cave.

The mountainside shook violently, and large pieces of rock fell from overhead.

The roar of the Thunder King echoed from the depths of the Thunder Cave.