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

Xiao Xuance's voice echoed throughout the Path to Heaven.

Above, dozens of Xiao family disciples stopped simultaneously.

They all turned their heads, their gazes passing over the stone steps and landing on Qin Mo.

Several people had already put down their weapons.

Qin Mo did not stop.

He stepped onto the new stone steps, and the Qiankun Huasheng Furnace in his dantian slowly rotated, absorbing the surrounding immortal spiritual energy into his body.

The closer you get to the summit, the stronger the ethereal atmosphere becomes.

These forces penetrated into the bones and muscles, repairing the hidden injuries previously caused by the pressure of the Nascent Soul's divine sense.

Even the Five Elements Golden Body became more solid under the influence of the immortal spiritual energy.

Hua Meiniang at the back could no longer hold on.

With each step she took, the wound in her chest was aggravated.

The meridians that had just been repaired were still aching, and sweat dripped down my face.

Sikong Ji supported her arm, shielding her from most of the pressure.

Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman also lagged behind.

The two had just escaped from the Dream Well, and their dantian had not yet recovered, so they could only climb the steps using their physical bodies.

Luo Zhengnan even used both his hands and feet to crawl forward on the stone steps.

He looked up at Qin Mo, and the fat on his face jiggled a couple of times.

Qin Mo continued to walk steadily.

The hem of her dress swayed gently with her steps, the speed of which remained constant from beginning to end.

"What is this person made of?"

Luo Zhengnan wiped away his sweat.

Luo Hongyao did not answer.

She gritted her teeth and stepped over a stone step, the silver needle in her hand already piercing her arm.

The medicinal effects spread into her meridians, allowing her to barely stand.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the white jade platform on the mountaintop finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

The jade platform is a thousand feet wide, with twelve ancient bronze pillars standing around it.

Each pillar is engraved with a different pattern, corresponding to the twelve gates of the ancient ruins.

Hundreds of cultivators had already gathered on the jade platform.

Most of them were injured.

Some had lost an arm, some had a broken arrow stuck in their chest, and some were barely holding on with the help of elixirs.

Few of those who made it here alive from the Twelve Gates are weaklings.

Qin Mo stepped over the last stone step.

The pressure on his body dissipated instantly, but the surrounding immortal energy did not disappear.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace spun even faster, and a large amount of immortal spiritual energy surged into his body through his pores.

He paused for a moment, then quickly suppressed the commotion within his body.

Sikong Ji followed closely behind and ascended the jade platform.

She first put Hua Meiniang down, then looked at Qin Mo.

The bloodstains on Qin Mo's shoulder caused by the pressure of divine sense had faded considerably.

Sikong Ji pressed down on the bow arm.

"Are you absorbing the spiritual energy here?"

She stared at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo straightened his torn sleeves.

"Why not take what's offered to you?"

Sikong Ji didn't ask any more questions.

The Purple Extreme Heavenly Punishment Thunder Technique she cultivated could also refine her body, but she dared not fully absorb it on the path to heaven.

The immortal spiritual energy is too domineering; if one is not careful, one's meridians will be damaged.

Qin Mo, however, used it directly to repair his physical body.

At this time, Hua Meiniang and the others also reached the top one after another.

As soon as Luo Zhengnan stood firm, he saw a golden spirit tablet standing in the center of the jade platform.

There was only one command on the list of spirits.

They surrounded and killed Chu Wuming.

The rewards offered by the Xiao family are also listed below.

The top-grade spiritual artifacts, Nascent Soul cultivation techniques, and cultivation quotas in the Xiao Clan's ancestral land were all clearly written down.

There were more than forty disciples of the Xiao family on the Jade Platform.

Among them, there are more than ten people at the Golden Core stage.

The rest of the people had all reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Luo Zhengnan shrank back and pulled Luo Hongyao aside.

"Let's take cover for now."

He lowered his voice.

Luo Hongyao did not object.

The brother and sister quickly blended into a group of rogue cultivators, even changing their clothes.

They can help Qin Mo with the way, but it would be too much of a loss for them to fight to the death with dozens of cultivators from the Xiao family.

Qin Mo saw it but did not stop it.

The cooperation between the two parties is only temporary.

The Luo siblings did not betray him, which is already considered to be following the rules.

On the Xiao family's side, a man with a scar on his face stepped out of the crowd.

His cultivation had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, and he was followed by twelve Battle Hall cultivators.

The crowd dispersed and surrounded the bronze gate leading to the core area.

The scarred man drew his long knife and pointed the tip at Qin Mo.

"After you come in, I'll dismantle your limbs first."

The Xiao family disciples behind him immediately surrounded him.

"I want his two legs."

A disciple of the Xiao family gripped his spear tightly.

"Then I'll take his head."

The other man raised his sword.

The surrounding cultivators quickly retreated.

The rewards offered by Xiao Xuance were so generous that they had already made the disciples of the Xiao clan green with envy.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Jade Platform's rules, they would have already made their move.

Cang Wuyue drew his short sword and stood in front of Luo Xiaoman.

Hua Meiniang sat down against the stone pillar, her fingers already reaching for the poison pill in her storage ring.

Sikong Ji stood to Qin Mo's right, and the Purple Lightning Longbow emitted a low, trembling sound.

Qin Mo glanced at the dozen or so Golden Core cultivators and raised his hand to press down on Sikong Ji's bowed arm.

"Save your strength for when you go in and kill more."

The scarred man clenched his back teeth.

Just as he was about to move forward, all twelve bronze pillars lit up simultaneously.

A beam of white light descended from above the jade platform, sweeping over all the cultivators present.

The golden tokens hanging from each person's waist were pulled out and suspended in front of them.

The white light passed through the golden token one after another.

Some people had the words "Golden Core" appear before them, while others only had the Foundation Establishment stage.

When it was Qin Mo's turn, the golden token trembled slightly, and the four ancient characters "Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment" appeared on it.

A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the jade platform.

Many cultivators had long heard of Chu Wuming's name.

But they didn't expect that the person who killed the Xiao clan's experts and withstood the divine sense of the Nascent Soul stage was actually only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

The scarred man stared at the four words, his grip on the knife tightening.

The bronze pillar was quickly verified.

The hundreds of cultivators who entered the core area were all below the Nascent Soul Realm.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators who had concealed their cultivation levels using secret techniques were instantly locked in place by the white light and teleported directly out of the jade platform.

The bronze gate then opened.

There was no palace or forest behind the door, only a passageway enveloped in white light.

A purer stream of immortal energy surged forth from it.

While everyone else was still observing, Qin Mo had already walked forward.

Cang Wuyue hurriedly reached out, but only managed to grab his sleeve.

"There are people inside waiting to kill you."

Her fingertips tightened.

Qin Mo pulled her hand away.

"They won't let us leave even if we stay here."

After saying that, he was the first to step into the passageway.

A white light swept over his body, and the scene in front of him quickly distorted.

Stimulated by the immortal energy, the five-colored patterns on the furnace wall lit up on their own.

The scarred man immediately chased after him inside.

The remaining twelve members of the Xiao family's Golden Elixir Realm did not hesitate either.

They rushed into the passage together, all their weapons drawn.

Just as Qin Mo was about to continue forward, a divine sense suddenly swept over from outside the jade platform.

The divine sense passed through the white light of the passage and paused for a moment at his dantian.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace immediately sank deep into the dantian, and all the light patterns extinguished at the same time.

Qin Mo stopped and turned to look outside the Immortal Gate.

On a distant high platform, an old man in a gray robe, who was guarding the core entrance, opened his eyes.

The old man's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Qin Mo.

He raised his withered finger and pointed it at Qin Mo's dantian from a distance.

What's hidden inside you?