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

Qin Mo stepped over the stone circle, and Hua Meiniang on his shoulder suddenly tensed up.

The black lines in the well water were stretched straight one by one, pulling back along her ankles.

The bloodstains on her chest spread, and she paused in breathing.

Qin Mo supported her body and channeled the five elements of Qi into his palm.

"Hold on, I'll get you out of here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slumped forward, stubbornly resisting the pulling force as he took three steps.

The black line struck the edge of the stone circle, making a soft cracking sound.

Hua Meiniang's body suddenly felt light, and she slid off his shoulder.

Qin Mo caught her in time and helped her lean against a dry black stone.

The well water stopped outside the stone circle and did not continue to follow.

Hua Meiniang still hasn't woken up.

The dark marks on her wrists had spread to her forearms, and several lines of blood were trickling down her skin.

Qin Mo reached out and placed his hand on her pulse point. As soon as his divine sense probed into it, his brows furrowed.

Her meridians were also affected by the injuries she experienced in the dream.

Several meridians have developed cracks, and spiritual energy will immediately dissipate as soon as it passes through them.

If the injury continues to spread to her dantian, even if she wakes up from her dream, most of her cultivation will be destroyed.

Qin Mo did not rush to feed him the pills.

This kind of injury cannot be suppressed by ordinary healing pills.

He sat cross-legged, placing his palms on Hua Meiniang's back.

The Qiankun Furnace began to rotate deep within her dantian, and warm Qiankun Qi surged out along her arm, first surrounding her dantian, and then gradually blocking the wounds that were spreading downwards.

Hua Meiniang's fingers twitched, her brows furrowed, but she still couldn't open her eyes.

Qin Mo gritted his teeth and continued to urge the transformation furnace on.

The amount of internal energy in the furnace quickly decreased by dozens.

Fortunately, her dantian finally stabilized, and Hua Meiniang's breathing returned to normal.

However, those broken meridians have not yet healed and can only be protected by the Qi of Heaven and Earth for the time being.

Qin Mo withdrew his hand and placed a bottle of pills next to her.

"Eat by yourself after you wake up, and don't wander off."

Hua Meiniang did not respond; only her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Qin Mo stood up and glanced back at the others in the black water.

Cang Wuyue, Luo Xiaoman, Sikong Ji, and the Luo siblings are all still trapped in their dreams.

The well water had already reached their calves, and their breathing was slowly declining.

He had no choice but to go back first.

As soon as Qin Mo reached the well, he saw Luo Zhengnan squatting next to a female cultivator in a green veil.

The female cultivator lay on her side on the ground, her face covered by a blue veil, and she remained unconscious.

Luo Zhengnan's hand had already reached into the storage bag at her waist, and his fingertips just touched a piece of white jade.

Luo Zhengnan's hand froze in mid-air.

The next moment, the female cultivator in green veil raised her fist and threw a punch, the force of which exploded near his chest.

Luo Zhengnan was sent flying, crashing into a nearby stone platform and landing heavily on another unconscious female cultivator.

The female cultivator didn't react at all, keeping her eyes closed and letting him fall on her.

Luo Hongyao's expression changed, and she raised her hand to throw out three black pills.

The pill fell to the ground, and the poisonous mist spread along the stone surface.

"Brother, back off!"

Luo Hongyao flicked her sleeve, conjuring up a cloud of poisonous mist to block the sword of the female cultivator in green.

The female cultivator in green veil cleaved through the poisonous mist with a sword, shattered the black stones on the ground with her foot, and turned to chase after Luo Zhengnan.

"He touched my storage bag."

Her sword tip pointed forward, her voice quick and sharp.

Luo Zhengnan clutched his chest and got up. He had only taken two steps when he bumped into Qin Mo, who was returning.

Qin Mo's gaze passed over him and saw him lying on top of the unconscious female cultivator, his hand still resting on her waist.

He raised his toes and kicked Luo Zhengnan directly in the waist.

Luo Zhengnan screamed and flew into the nearby black ditch, half of his body sinking in on the spot.

Black water seeped up his clothes, and several black lines wrapped around his ankles, pulling at his face until it turned white.

The female cultivator in green gauze arrived with her sword in hand, but stopped in her tracks upon seeing this scene.

Qin Mo turned his head to look at her.

"You just said he stole your things?"

The female cultivator in the green veil nodded and raised her hand to remove the veil from her face.

She was not very old, and there was an old scar on her brow bone. The punch she had just received had obviously aggravated the wound.

"He touched my bag first, and the woman in red was protecting him with poisonous mist. If you had come back any later, they would have already escaped."

Luo Hongyao stood not far away, a silver needle between her fingers, without making a sound.

Qin Mo looked towards the Blackwater Ditch.

Luo Zhengnan braced himself against the bottom of the ditch with both hands, his face pale from being soaked in water.

He was about to explain when Qin Mo walked over and stepped on the blue flag.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, open the bag."

Luo Zhengnan's fingers trembled slightly.

"Brother Chu, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Qin Mo pressed down with his foot, and the green flagpole bent on the spot.

"Bring it all out."

Luo Zhengnan shut his mouth and slowly untied the storage bag.

He threw things on the ground one by one.

There were storage bags, storage rings, several protective jade pendants, and a cloth bag filled with spirit stones.

The white soul-protecting jade at the very top belongs to the female cultivator in green gauze.

The female cultivator in green gauze walked over and grabbed the Soul-Protecting Jade.

She looked down and checked it over, making sure it wasn't damaged, before sheathing the longsword.

Qin Mo did not let Luo Zhengnan stop.

"Put everything you just took back where it was."

Luo Zhengnan stared at the things on the ground, his hands clenching and unclenching.

Luo Hongyao glanced at him, pulled out a silver needle, and pressed the tip against his shoulder.

Luo Zhengnan immediately bent down, pressed the remaining items against the scent on the storage bag, and returned them to the sleeping cultivators.

The water in the Blackwater Ditch had risen up to his chest.

Qin Mo only moved his feet after the last storage ring fell back to its original owner.

Luo Zhengnan scrambled out of the ditch, his clothes soaked through, his teeth chattering.

The female cultivator in green gauze glanced at him, then turned and left.

"I'm only taking back what's mine; you can handle the rest yourselves."

She didn't want to stay here and cause any more trouble.

At the far end of the stone platform, the path to heaven leading to the twelfth palace has been lit up, with white light spreading out layer by layer along the steps.

The female cultivator in green gauze stepped onto the first step, her figure quickly swallowed by the light.

Qin Mo watched her leave, then turned and walked towards Hua Meiniang.

After confirming that the Qi of Heaven and Earth was still protecting her dantian, he returned to the Dream Well.

The black water in the well was even deeper than before.

Qin Mo gripped the Ancient Broken Sword, his fingertips lingering on the hilt for a moment before he opened the Qiankun Dharma Eye again.

This time, the scene inside the Dream Well has completely changed.

The black water receded, and the surroundings transformed into a gloomy dungeon.

Iron chains hung all over the stone walls, and the ground was covered with blackened bloodstains.

Cang Wuyue was chained to the rack, her long hair disheveled, and her wrists were already bleeding.

Several familiar figures stood before the rack.

People from the Azure Dragon Sect.

They watched her through the iron bars, their palms repeatedly pressing against her dantian.

Whenever the golden light gathered, it would be forcibly shattered.

Cang Wuyue arched his body and let out a muffled sound.

The spiritual energy had barely dissipated when another palm strike landed.

The dantian shattered and then reformed.

It was shattered again.

Cang Wuyue, lying on the rack, raised her head, blood already seeping from the corner of her mouth.

She stared at the group of Azure Dragon Sect cultivators in front of her, her hands bound by chains, her finger bones worn white.

Another palm strike landed.

The moment a burst of spiritual light condensed in her dantian, it was immediately shattered.

His internal meridians convulsed, and he almost fainted.

Qin Mo stood by the Dream Well, his gaze darkening.

He saw the black threads wrapped around Cang Wuyue's soul.

The black line pierced her brow, while the other end sank deep into the well water.

Each time the black lines tighten, the injuries in the dream worsen, and the same wounds appear on the physical body in the outside world.

Qin Mo raised the ancient broken sword, and the blade fell along the surface of the well.

The first black line broke.

The dungeon behind Cang Wuyue immediately began to shake, and all the chains on the racks taut.

The Azure Dragon Sect cultivators stopped what they were doing and all turned to look at Qin Mo.

"Get out of here!"