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

Outside Xuantian City, more than a dozen jade platforms floated in the sky.

One after another, powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage sat cross-legged upon it, their robes lifted by the celestial energy.

They did not speak, but kept making hand seals, absorbing the immortal energy leaking from the stone gate into their bodies.

The cultivators in the city could only stand at a distance and watch; no one dared to approach that area.

Below the jade platform, the Yunyu Palace's procession had been waiting for a long time.

Su Qingyi stood at the front, holding a white jade slip in her hand.

Qin Mo's name was not on the jade slip; only a few lines of the eighth verse were recorded.

Lost contact.

It plunged into the Black Lake.

Their fate is unknown.

Those who survived the eighth chapter all said that Qin Mo was dead.

Shen Ruoyan glanced at the jade slip, her fingertip lingering on the edge for a moment before handing it to Xu Qingqing behind her.

"He really died inside?"

Xu Qingqing gripped the jade slip tightly.

No one answered.

Su Qingyi looked up at the stone gate in the sky, her face unchanged, but she had cracked the jade slip in her hand.

Shen Ruoyan saw it but didn't ask any further questions.

In the past few days, news of Qin Mo's death has been circulating more than once.

Every time the news reached Yunyu Palace, it would cause a stir.

Some say he was swallowed by a horde of corpses, while others say he died at the hands of the Xiao family.

There were no bodies.

No soul lamp was left behind.

Only rumors, growing increasingly plausible, weighed heavily on everyone's ears.

"Holy Maiden, someone is coming from over there."

Xu Qingqing raised her chin slightly towards the side of the jade platform.

A rogue monk wearing a gray-brown short robe walked over.

He had an ordinary face, carried a chipped longsword on his back, his clothes were stained with mud, and a blood-stained strip of cloth was wrapped around his right shoulder.

Nobody recognized him.

Even Su Qingyi only glanced at it before looking away.

The rogue cultivator walked to the edge of the jade platform but did not immediately approach the Cloud Rain Palace group.

He glanced at the stone gate in the sky before lowering his voice to speak.

"Are you gentlemen from the Cloud and Rain Palace?"

Xu Qingqing looked at the wound on his shoulder without saying a word.

The rogue cultivator took out a black token and placed it flat in his palm.

The token is engraved with a broken-winged raven, and there are still a few sword marks on the edge.

"I have a grudge against the Xiao family."

He put away the token, his voice hoarse, "I've met Chu Wuming, the one you're looking for."

Shen Ruoyan's gaze fell on his face.

Su Qingyi also turned her head.

They had heard this name many times recently.

Some say that Chu Wuming stole Xiao Qinghuang's seven natal flying swords, while others say that many of the Eighth Palace's assassins were lured into the Yellow Springs Ruins by Chu Wuming.

This person's identity and origins are a mystery, but his cultivation level is not low.

Xu Qingqing took half a step forward, blocking the female disciple behind her.

"Have you seen him?"

Her fingers touched the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The rogue cultivator nodded, not in a hurry to explain.

Just then, a sharp shriek suddenly came from afar.

A black-scaled monster with wings broke through the clouds and rushed straight towards the jade platform.

The demonic beast was extremely fast, and its claws had already pressed down on the head of a female disciple of the Cloud Rain Palace.

The disciple only had time to raise his sword before his wrist went numb from the shock and he lost his balance.

The independent cultivators made a move.

He didn't draw his sword, but charged directly at the monster.

The wound on his shoulder was torn open, and blood flowed down the strip of cloth.

He raised his arm to block the beast's sharp claws, but was forced back seven or eight steps by the blow.

The edge of the jade platform is cracked.

The female disciple collapsed to the ground, her face pale.

The rogue cultivator stepped on the loose stones, used the momentum to leap up, and stabbed his short knife into the monster's jaw, the tip of the knife piercing through its skull.

The black-scaled beast struggled a few times before crashing heavily off the jade platform.

He also knelt down on one knee.

The blood on his shoulder quickly stained half of his clothes.

Xu Qingqing stepped forward to help the disciple, then looked at the rogue cultivator.

The other person had already sheathed the knife and was re-wrapping the wound with a strip of cloth, their movements much slower.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

She tossed a bottle of healing pills over.

The rogue cultivator caught the medicine bottle, glanced at it, and then tucked it into his robes.

"smoothly."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Su Qingyi. "I saw Qin Mo with my own eyes by the Black Lake."

Su Qingyi stopped in her tracks.

She didn't ask any questions.

The rogue cultivator watched her reaction and continued, "He was with a few people at the time, and then something happened at the bottom of the lake. I was nearby when the black water rushed up."

"How did he die?"

When Su Qingyi spoke, her voice was a little lower than before.

The rogue cultivator did not answer immediately, but instead placed his palm on his injured shoulder.

After a few breaths, he said, "Chu Wuming was first thrown into the lake, and Qin Mo jumped in after him to save him. When the Black Lake calmed down, only tattered clothes remained."

Shen Ruoyan's fingernails dug into her palm.

She still remembered what Qin Mo looked like in the Cloud Rain Palace.

That man was always causing trouble, and his cultivation was low, yet he refused to back down even when he was scolded.

Now not even a body has been left.

Xu Qingqing sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, "What proof do you have?"

The rogue cultivator took out a bloodstained copper buckle from his storage bag.

The copper buckle is engraved with the character "Xiao" and has obvious sword marks on the edge.

"These are items from one of Xiao's assassins. I picked them up by the Black Lake."

He placed the bronze clasp on the jade platform, his gaze falling upon the women. "The Xiao family has been pursuing Chu Wuming. Many people died in that lake; Qin Mo was just one of them."

The token and the copper clasp are genuine.

It at least appears to be true.

Xu Qingqing picked up the copper buckle to examine it. As soon as her fingertip touched the pattern, several disciples of Yunyu Palace nearby began to whisper among themselves.

This rogue cultivator had saved his fellow disciples and then produced a token from the Xiao family.

Their guard quickly relaxed a bit.

Shen Ruoyan didn't approach him, but stared at him and asked, "Why did you tell us?"

The rogue cultivator tugged at the strip of cloth on his shoulder.

"Chu Wuming killed my senior brother. I want to find him."

He paused for a moment, then added, "If Qin Moruo isn't dead, he'll show himself sooner or later."

After saying that, he retreated to the edge of the jade platform and said no more.

No one noticed that when he lowered his head, a small flash of black light appeared in his eyes.

The divine consciousness that had been interrupted for many days in Huangquanxu has been reconnected.

That divine thought came from another secret chamber in Xuantian City.

Xiao Tianci's voice rang in his mind, containing only one command.

"Keep an eye on the people from Yunyu Palace."

The war puppet did not respond.

It simply looked up at Su Qingyi and the others.

These women all thought Qin Mo was dead.

They wouldn't be wary of a rogue cultivator who specifically shielded them from demonic beasts.

As long as Chu Wuming is alive, and as long as he sees the people of Yunyu Palace in danger from the shadows, he will definitely show himself.

At that time, the seven flying swords, the ancient broken sword, and the secrets of Qin Mo will all fall into the hands of the Xiao family.

The stone gate in the sky suddenly emitted a low, resonant sound.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul stage experts opened their eyes at the same time.

The golden light hovering above Xuantian City began to shrink, and the broken stone gate gradually solidified.

The celestial aura behind the door pressed down, and everyone on the jade platform felt a weight on their shoulders.

At the far end of the sky, a black ancient stele appears.

The characters on the stele are constantly changing.

The twelve outer realms are connecting with the core area.

The eleventh verse awaits the lifting of the restriction.

A beam of white light rose from outside Xuantian City, pierced through the clouds, and descended directly onto the jade platform within the city.

The disciples all took out their protective magical artifacts.

Su Qingyi put away the jade slip and took one last look at the stone gate.

Shen Ruoyan stood beside her and whispered a reminder: "After you go in, find a place to stay first."

Su Qingyi nodded.

The white light grew brighter and brighter, and the figures of the people from Yunyu Palace began to fade. A series of spatial tearing sounds came from below the jade platform.

In the distance, within the Black Stone Waiting Area of ​​the Eleventh Gate, the stone curtain sealing the exit simultaneously cracked open.

A portal of light leading to the twelfth palace rose up.