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

Inside the Xuan Yin Burial Valley, the Yin energy churned along the ground.

Su Qingyi gripped the blood-stained piece of cloth, her steps quickening.

The five elements aura on the cloth was very faint, but it was exactly the same as the aura on Qin Mo's body.

The injured rogue cultivator walked ahead, stopping from time to time to check the direction.

Shen Ruoyan scanned her surroundings and discovered that there were many broken bones scattered on the mountain wall.

The deeper you go, the heavier the yin energy becomes, and even your divine sense can only extend for about ten feet.

How much further?

The rogue cultivator pointed to the bottom of the valley.

"It's just ahead, there's an altar over there."

After he finished speaking, he clutched his chest and staggered a few steps.

Ling Han frowned.

The man coughed up blood the whole way, but his injuries never worsened.

Just as she was about to speak up, the sound of weapons clashing suddenly came from afar.

Interspersed among the screams were the screams of a woman.

Su Qingyi's face darkened, and she immediately flew out on her sword.

The women of Yunyu Palace followed closely behind, and soon crossed two cliffs, arriving at a clearing covered with black sand.

There was indeed an altar in the center of the open space.

Several pieces of blood-stained cloth were scattered around the altar, still bearing traces of the five elements' spiritual power.

Su Qingyi landed in front of the altar and immediately recognized that the fabric was the same as the clothes Qin Mo wore when he entered the ruins.

She bent down and picked up a piece of cloth.

The fabric still retains its warmth.

"Qin Mo!"

Su Qingyi rushed towards the back of the altar.

Just as everyone entered the Black Sand Land, the rogue cultivator stopped beside the last stone tablet.

The weakness on his face vanished quickly.

The array plate hidden in the sleeve lit up with a gray light, and the nine engraved lines on the plate closed simultaneously.

Click.

The sound of stones being crushed could be heard from both sides of the valley.

The valley entrance the women had passed through on their way here was completely sealed off by a rising black stone gate.

The broken bones around the altar trembled, and gray lines emerged from the gaps in the bones, quickly covering the black sand.

Su Qingyi immediately turned around.

The rogue cultivator had already retreated behind the stone tablet.

"You dare to lie to us?"

Shen Ruoyan drew her longsword, but suddenly her feet sank.

The gray mark hidden in her wrist lit up.

The same mark appeared on the bodies of the other female cultivators.

The gray lines climbed up from everyone's feet, beginning to drain their spiritual energy.

The war puppet raised its hand and pressed down on the stone tablet.

A crack, just wide enough for one person to pass through, then opened up.

"Qin Mo isn't here at all."

His face remained expressionless, but his voice transformed into Xiao Tianci's.

Su Qingyi swung her sword and slashed out.

The sword energy struck the stone tablet, leaving only a shallow mark.

The war puppet has already crawled into the crack.

The stone wall closed again, leaving only Xiao Tianci's voice coming from outside.

"If you want to live, let Chu Wuming exchange seven flying swords and the Azure Dragon Ancestor's Token for it."

Su Qingyi cleaved the gray lines beneath her feet with a single sword strike, but more gray lines quickly wrapped around her.

She looked down at the scraps of cloth in her hand.

The five elements' energy on the cloth began to dissipate, revealing an unfamiliar puppet-like spiritual power.

From beginning to end, this was all a scheme orchestrated by the Xiao family.

Outside the valley, the war puppet emerged from another crevice in the rocks.

He took out a gray bone nail and drove it into the stone wall at the mouth of the valley.

The array plate immediately shattered into powder, and all the array patterns were transferred into the bone nail.

As long as the bone nail remains, Xiao Tianci can activate the trapping formation from hundreds of miles away.

The war puppets did not remain here.

He put on a human skin mask and headed straight for Tianyuan Ancient City, where the most cultivators were.

In less than half an hour, a message was sent out.

The Holy Maiden Su Qingyi of Yunyu Palace and others were trapped in Xuanyin Burial Valley.

The Xiao family has already set up a soul-refining array in the valley. Within three days, everyone will be refined into soul slaves.

Only Chu Wuming can save them.

As soon as the news spread, it was sent to various parts of the core secret realm by cultivators using sound transmission talismans.

……

Outside the Primordial Sword Platform, broken stones hang in mid-air.

A ferocious beast clad in golden armor guarded the exit, constantly spewing golden flames from its mouth.

Several cultivators lay dead in the distance, their armor burned through.

They dared not approach and could only watch helplessly as the ferocious beast blocked their way down the mountain.

Above the sword platform, Xiao Qinghuang slowly opened her eyes.

The nascent soul within her body has been completely stabilized.

As she rose, thousands of broken swords nearby trembled simultaneously.

The hilt of the sword was pointing downwards, and the tip of the sword was pointing directly at the golden-armored beast.

Sensing danger, the ferocious beast lowered its limbs and raised the plates on its back.

Xiao Qinghuang raised two fingers.

A white sword aura swept past in front of her.

As soon as the golden-armored beast leaped into the air, its body split open from its head to its abdomen.

Blood splattered on the stone steps, and the two halves of the corpse crashed down heavily.

The cultivators hiding in the distance quickly made way for them.

Xiao Qinghuang didn't even glance at the corpse.

She closed her eyes, and the seven sword imprints within her nascent soul slowly rotated.

Although Qin Mo took away her seven natal flying swords, the connection between the swords and her was not completely severed.

Soon, she sensed a vague direction.

South of the core secret realm.

"Chu Wuming".

Xiao Qinghuang's face darkened, and the sword light beneath her feet lifted her body.

The next moment, she rushed out of the Primordial Sword Platform.

……

Within the Five Elements Source Pool, the last few streams of source energy entered Qin Mo's body.

The wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, and the meridians that had been injured by the divine sense of the Nascent Soul stage had mostly recovered.

Hua Meiniang and the others still need to continue healing.

Qin Mo left behind the pills and had Lei Hou King guard the entrance to the Source Pool before he and Sikong Ji went ahead to scout the way.

The two walked for dozens of miles along the stone path to the south.

The rocks ahead gradually turned crimson red, and even the wind blowing in carried a scorching heat.

As soon as Qin Mo arrived at the valley entrance, the seven flying swords in his dantian trembled simultaneously.

The ancient broken sword also emitted a soft hum.

He stopped and looked down at a broken red stone.

A shallow sword mark remains on the stone surface.

The sword marks were not new, but the sword intent remaining within them was extremely sharp.

Qin Mo only glanced at it a couple more times before his brow started to ache.

Sikong Ji took out a map made of animal hide, his gaze lingering on the sword mark for a moment.

"Xiao Qinghuang has been here before."

She used the tip of her bow to pry away the pebbles, revealing the neatly cut roots underneath.

The seven flying swords inside Qin Mo's body were still vibrating.

Compared to the encounter in the Ninth Chapter, this sword intent is far stronger.

Xiao Qinghuang has most likely already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Once she catches up, the seven flying swords will become guiding lights.

"Find something first."

Qin Mo withdrew the aura of his flying sword and stepped into the valley.

There were no plants or trees in the valley, and the ground was covered with fine red sand.

The rock walls on both sides constantly emitted heat, and ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators would have their spiritual energy dried up in no time if they entered here.

Sikong Ji walked to a fork in the road, took out a silver needle, and inserted it into the ground.

The needle tip quickly veered to the left.

She consulted the map and led Qin Mo into a narrow crevice in the rocks.

After passing through the crevice in the rock, the scorching heat suddenly disappeared.

A black spiritual spring appeared before the two of them.

The spring was only three zhang wide, yet its surface was constantly bubbling with crimson flames.

Beside the spring grew a short tree about half a person's height, its branches curving towards the water, with three heart-shaped red spiritual fruits hanging on it.

Inside each fruit, the phantom of a firebird could be seen moving about.

As soon as Qin Mo approached, the Fire Element Golden Core within his body began to heat up.

Sikong Ji stared at the spiritual fruit on the tree, his breath catching in his throat.