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

The gray-robed old man pointed a finger from a distance, and Qin Mo's dantian immediately tightened.

That divine thought followed the meridians and entered the body, heading straight for the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The furnace body sank downwards, completely concealing the five-colored patterns, without leaking even the slightest trace of its aura.

The gray-robed old man probed for a few breaths, but only saw a chaotic mass of the five elements' spiritual energy.

Qin Mo had just experienced the suppression of the Divine Thought of the Nascent Soul stage, and Xiao Xuance's power still remained in his meridians.

The five spiritual energies mixed together perfectly concealed the transformation furnace.

Just then, a large expanse of golden light shone above the core entrance.

A figure was projected outside the bronze immortal gate.

This person was wearing the robes of an elder of the Xiao clan, and held a silver treasure wheel in his hand.

The spiritual pressure emanating from the treasure wheel passed through the entrance, causing the weapons on the jade platform to tremble continuously.

That was a top-grade spiritual artifact.

Elder Xiao raised the treasure wheel, his voice echoing throughout the entire jade platform.

"Whoever kills Chu Wuming will receive this treasure, along with a reward of 100,000 high-grade spirit stones."

That one short sentence silenced all the footsteps around them.

Some of the independent cultivators who were originally preparing to enter other passages also turned around and stared at Qin Mo.

One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones are enough to make a Golden Core cultivator risk their life, and with the addition of a top-grade spirit weapon, even the most outstanding talents of sects cannot suppress their greed.

The scarred man blocking the entrance to the immortal gate drew his long sword.

The twelve Golden Core cultivators from the Xiao clan behind him quickly dispersed, sealing off both sides of the passage.

Sikong Ji placed his fingers on the bowstring.

Cang Wuyue, dragging his still-recovering body, stood in front of Hua Meiniang and Luo Xiaoman.

The gray-robed old man's divine sense had not yet left.

He swept his gaze across Qin Mo's dantian again, seemingly trying to forcibly dispel the five elements of spiritual energy.

Immediately afterwards, another, more familiar force pressed down.

The divine sense that had been severed by the rules of the remnant realm was not completely retrieved; a small portion remained hidden within the white light of the passage.

As he suddenly fell, the sound of tearing fabric immediately came from Qin Mo's shoulder.

Qin Mo swayed slightly and grabbed the stone wall of the passage with his right hand.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace was spinning rapidly in the dantian.

The divine sense that had invaded the body was swept into the furnace as soon as it touched the opening.

With a gentle tremor of the furnace fire, those divine thoughts quickly dispersed, transforming into streams of newly born cosmic energy.

The numbers on the furnace wall began to fluctuate.

Three paths.

Seven paths.

Twelve paths.

Qin Mo lowered his head, deliberately made his breathing heavier, and his legs trembled.

To onlookers, he appeared to be so overwhelmed by the divine power of the Nascent Soul stage that he could barely stand.

Upon seeing this, the scarred man relaxed his grip on the knife considerably.

The other independent cultivators around them also began to move closer.

No one was willing to be the first to make a move, but they all stared at the storage bag at Qin Mo's waist.

Hua Meiniang helped herself up from the stone pillar. Her meridians had just been reconnected, but her fingertips were already bloodless.

"Retreat first, don't fight the Xiao family head-on."

She pressed her hand to her chest as she spoke.

Sikong Ji also turned his longbow to the side.

"The twelve Golden Core cultivators are just those in the public eye."

Her gaze swept around.

Qin Mo did not retreat.

The wide jade platform was not to his advantage.

This place can be detected by divine sense from the outside world. Once the transformation furnace is activated, it is very likely that the gray-robed elder will discover it.

The core passage ahead was getting narrower and narrower.

If you walk another hundred feet, both sides are filled with ancient black stones that isolate divine senses.

Once the Xiao clan cultivators are led inside, those outside will not be able to see what is happening inside.

Qin Mo loosened the stone wall and dragged his heavy steps into the depths of the passage.

The scarred man's eyelid twitched.

Qin Mo walked slower and slower, his back hunched slightly, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

The twelve Xiao clan cultivators exchanged glances and quickly followed.

There is only one top-grade spiritual artifact.

Whoever kills Qin Mo first gets to keep the stuff.

More than a dozen figures rushed into the passage, eager not to fall behind.

Just as Sikong Ji was about to give chase, Qin Mo gently pressed down with his hand behind his back.

She stopped in her tracks and then stopped Cang Wuyue and the others.

The scarred man chased for a hundred feet before the white light above his head finally disappeared.

The stone walls on both sides grew closer and closer, and at their narrowest point, only three people could walk side by side.

He glanced back.

The jade platform outside was blocked by the black stone, and Xiao Xuance's divine sense could no longer follow it in.

The scarred man paid no attention to these things.

He raised his hand and threw out a large silver net, while the other twelve people simultaneously cast spells.

The spirit-sealing net spread out instantly.

The silver threads clung to the stone wall as they advanced, revealing a dense array of restrictions emerging from the net.

The surrounding spiritual energy was rapidly drained, and even the true essence within the cultivator's dantian was suppressed.

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

The scarred man watched his retreating figure, the blade pressed against the net.

"Hand over the seven flying swords, the Ancestral Master's Token, and the storage ring, and I'll let you die a quick death."

The other Xiao clan cultivators activated their true essence, and the Spirit Sealing Net tightened abruptly.

Silver threads wrapped around Qin Mo's arms, and dozens of restrictions drilled into his meridians along his skin, attempting to lock his dantian.

But this was the moment Qin Mo had been waiting for.

With the Heaven and Earth Eyes opened, the spiritual energy flowing through the Spirit Sealing Network was clearly reflected in his vision.

The thirteen Golden Core cultivators were in different positions, but their power ultimately converged in front of the scarred man.

That is the heart of the net, and also the core of the entire restriction array.

Qin Mo's trembling arm suddenly steadied.

The Five Elements Golden Body erupted, and the silver threads wrapped around his body were forcibly straightened.

Thirteen Xiao clan cultivators staggered forward simultaneously, their hands stuck to the opposite side by the spirit-sealing net.

The scarred man's facial muscles twitched violently.

Before he could even break the spell, Qin Mo had already drawn the Primordial Broken Sword.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the center of the net.

There was no blinding sword light, only a crisp sound.

The entire spirit-sealing net split open from the middle.

The thirteen streams of golden elixir essence lost control and flowed back along the silver threads.

Several of the weaker Xiao clan cultivators felt a surge of fear in their chests and immediately knelt on the ground, blood flowing from their nostrils.

The scarred man steadied himself and raised his long sword, just as a heavy thud echoed from the depths of the passage.

Lightning illuminated the stone walls on both sides.

The Thunder King burst out of the beast mark, its enormous head almost filling the passage.

It stared at the crowd ahead, the thunder in its throat growing ever deeper.

"roar!"

The beast's roar, carrying thunderous might, crashed into the crowd.

The narrow passageway left no room for sound to escape.

The consciousness of the thirteen Xiao clan cultivators was simultaneously impacted; some bled from both ears, while others clutched their heads and slammed them against the stone wall.

The scarred man dropped the long knife from his hand.

Qin Mo passed through the shattered spirit-sealing net, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

The five elements of Qi and blood flow into the body through the palm.

The scarred man's protective true energy was crushed as soon as it lit up, and he was immediately punched in the chest.

His flesh collapsed, and his dantian was pierced by the force of the fist.

Qin Mo probed the breach with his five fingers, but only touched the shattered Qi Sea.

There is no golden elixir in this person's body.

A black slave mark was hidden deep in his dantian, burning rapidly.

Qin Mo immediately withdrew his hand and kicked the corpse toward the exit of the passage.

The corpse passed through the hundred-foot-long black rock and crashed heavily in front of the bronze immortal gate.

Xiao's robe was covered in blood, and there was a hole in his abdomen.

The cultivators on the jade platform all retreated.

Inside the core passage, the remaining twelve Golden Core cultivators of the Xiao clan had not yet recovered from the beast roars.

When they looked up, Qin Mo had already walked up to them, carrying the blood-stained ancient broken sword.

The man at the front swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he removed his storage ring and placed it on the ground.

The others could no longer hold on and knelt down one after another.

Twelve storage rings fell one after another at Qin Mo's feet.