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

A series of resounding booms came from deep within the Thunder Cave.

The surging magma shot into the air, and the purplish-black lightning mist was knocked away by a force.

The Thunder King charged out, stepping on shattered lightning. Its ten-zhang-long body pressed down over the mountain pass, and its four claws landed on the ground, causing the entire Thunder Cave to shake.

Qin Mo sat on its back, his left hand gripping the scales on its neck, and his right hand holding the ancient broken sword.

His robes were torn in several places, and his arms were injured, but he did not hesitate at all.

Hua Meiniang is still bound by the ghost rope.

The black ghost strangled her wrist, the other end of its grip plunging into the ground.

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his palm and pressed it towards her dantian, the ghost fire already close at hand.

The Thunder King opened its huge mouth and spat out a stream of purplish-black thunderous liquid.

The lightning collided with the ghost rope, sparks flying everywhere.

The ghost rope only lasted for half a breath before breaking in half and retracting back to the ground.

Hua Meiniang's body went limp, and she knelt down on one knee.

She raised her hand to cover her wrist; her fingertips were still trembling.

As soon as Qin Mo landed, Murong Yi quickly formed a hand seal with his five fingers.

The black claw that Qin Mo had knocked away returned from a distance, its claws outstretched, aiming straight for Qin Mo's back.

Qin Mo didn't even turn his head.

The ancient broken sword slashed past his side, the blade striking the flying claw.

A crisp sound.

The black grappling hook shattered into several pieces on the spot, and the fragments fell to the ground with black smoke.

Murong Yi's face turned pale, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Mo leaped off the back of the Thunder King and landed in front of Hua Meiniang and the others.

He swept his gaze across the ghost flags at the mountain pass, his broken sword hanging limply at his side.

"The three of them, come with me. The Netherworld Cult, now withdraw."

Hua Meiniang looked up and glanced over, the red string on her wrist swaying gently.

Qin Mo continued, "Hua Meiniang, Cang Wuyue, and Luo Xiaoman are all my companions. Anyone who dares to touch them again, I will kill them first."

Cang Wuyue stood up, supporting himself with his short sword, his chest heaving violently.

Luo Xiaoman supported Lei Mu, her face still pale, but she took a step behind Qin Mo.

Murong Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and immediately pointed at Qin Mo.

"Master, he's mixed up with three traitors; he must be a spy sent by the demonic path."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost flags all around lit up at the same time.

Seeing that Qin Mo did not make a move immediately, Murong Yi became even bolder.

He endured the pain in his arm and continued, "This man possesses the Dragon Soul Pearl and has tamed the Thunder King. If he weren't a member of the demonic path, where would he get these things?"

Qin Mo turned her head and looked at him.

Murong Yi's Adam's apple bobbed, but he still held on without backing down.

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his hand, stopping Murong Yi from speaking.

Her gaze passed over Qin Mo and landed on the beast mark on Lei Hou King's forehead, then looked at the gray-white bead at Qin Mo's waist.

Two purple lines have appeared on the surface of the Dragon Soul Pearl.

The Thunder King crouched low, lightning crackling between its scales.

The burst of lightning just now had already made the beast mark on its body light up.

The Netherworld Cult Leader withdrew his hand, and the ghost fire in his palm reformed into a black palm print.

"The Thunder Hou is mine, and the Dragon Soul Pearl remains with me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone in Yamaguchi could hear her clearly.

Qin Mo gripped the broken sword tightly, his fingertips brushing against the notch on the hilt.

"Take the person away first, then come back for your things."

The Lord of the Underworld did not respond.

She took a step forward, and the ghost fire palm print flew out of her hand.

After the palm print left the arm, it continued to expand, and the surrounding lightning was suppressed and scattered to both sides, causing the stone surface under Hua Meiniang and the others to crack one after another.

Qin Mo did not back down.

With the Qiankun Dharma Eye activated, the spiritual energy pathways within the palm print separated layer by layer before his eyes.

The outer layer is will-o'-the-wisp, and there are three points where spiritual energy converges in the center.

One of them, hidden in the palm, is what keeps the entire palm print running.

Qin Mo raised his hand and pressed down on the head of the Thunder King.

"Eat the will-o'-the-wisps outside."

The Thunder King exhaled two streams of white vapor from its nostrils and opened its mouth to bite the incoming palm print.

The jet of plasma erupted again.

The black ghost fire was caught by the lightning and shrank rapidly, while a large swath of flame was sucked into the mouth of the Thunder King.

The edges of the palm print began to crack, and its power was reduced by more than half.

The Netherworld Cult Leader retracted his fingers, intending to unleash the power of his palm strike.

Qin Mo seized this moment.

Five-colored energy burst forth beneath his feet, and his body crashed into the palm print.

The ancient broken sword pierced out along the black flames, its tip landing precisely at the point where spiritual energy converged.

With a flick of the broken sword.

The palm node split open on the spot.

The entire palm print lost its support, and the black flames scattered.

Qin Mo raised his right fist, and the five elements of Qi and blood rushed into his fist bones along his arm.

The punch landed on the Netherworld Cult Leader's chest.

The black robe on the Netherworld Cult Leader suddenly billowed, and the protective ghostly aura around him shattered layer by layer.

Her feet left the ground, her body smashed through seven ghost flags, and then crashed into the mountain wall thirty feet away.

Gravel rolled down.

She pushed herself up from the ground, pressing her palms against her chest.

The blood and qi left by that punch were still surging within his body, causing the ghostly markings to twist and distort continuously.

The surrounding Netherworld Cult cultivators all stopped.

They looked at Qin Mo, and no one dared to offer the magical artifacts they held forward anymore.

Hua Meiniang glanced down at the severed ghost rope, then raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Cang Wuyue picked up the short knife and stood to Qin Mo's left.

Although Luo Xiaoman's legs were weak, she still clenched her fists.

Just as Murong Yi got up from the ground, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down from above.

He raised his face, his pupils had just contracted, when the lightning bolt struck his shoulder.

boom!

Murong Yi was pressed into the ground, his black robe turned to ashes, and his hair stood on end.

After the lightning dissipated, he lay among the rubble, half of his body charred black, his fingers still twitching.

Outside the curtain of lightning, a woman in purple withdrew her hand.

Sikong Ji led Luo Zhengnan, Luo Hongyao, and others back to the mountain pass.

The purple lightning longbow in her hand was already fully drawn, and the lightning on the bowstring had not yet dissipated.

Luo Zhengnan held the green flag, his face trembling with panting.

He glanced at Murong Yi in the pit, then at Lei Hou Wang beside Qin Mo, and stopped at the edge of the thunder curtain.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what exactly happened inside?"

Luo Hongyao didn't look at him, but simply held the silver needle between her fingers and glanced at the Netherworld Cult members.

Sikong Ji walked to Qin Mo's side, raised his bow, and pointed it directly at the Netherworld Cult Leader.

"Did you cause the commotion in the Thunder Cave?"

Qin Mo sidestepped the arrow and pointed at the charred Murong Yi.

"His mouth was so dirty just now, I cleaned it up for you."

Sikong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and the bowstring tightened a little more.

"Try not to take advantage of others."

Qin Mo did not respond.

The Lord of the Underworld had already stood up straight in front of the mountain wall.

Her expression changed for the first time as she looked at the Purple Lightning Longbow in Sikong Ji's hand.

"Leize Sikong Clan".

Sikong Ji looked up at her, his fingertips resting on the bowstring.

"You recognized me?"

The Lord of the Underworld did not answer.

Her gaze lingered on Sikong Ji for a moment before returning to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo didn't use his Foundation Establishment spiritual power in that punch just now.

Five-colored energy emanated from his body, and his fist pierced through her ghostly palm print, also dispersing the protective ghostly energy.

That power was beyond what an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand.

What's more troublesome is that Qin Mo never revealed his true spiritual power level from beginning to end.

The Netherworld Cult Leader raised his hand and touched his chest. As his fingertips touched his chest, a soft cracking sound came from beneath his robes.

"Your name is Chu Wuming?"

Murong Yi lay prone in the distance, his eyelids twitching a few times. He tried to prop himself up, but as soon as he moved his arm, he fell back into the rubble.

Sikong Ji drew his longbow, and purple lightning gathered into a thin beam at the tip of the bow.

The Luo siblings also lowered the green flags again, and the poisonous fog spread along the ground, blocking both sides of the mountain pass.

One by one, the remaining ghost ropes retracted from the cracks in the ground.