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

The map left by the Sikong family ancestors is correct.

Those were three Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruits.

This fruit can not only temper the fire element bloodline, but also help Nascent Soul cultivators condense a fire-based Dharma body.

If this were revealed to the outside world, it would be enough to make several ancient aristocratic families turn against them on the spot.

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the nearest one.

Four crimson figures suddenly descended from above the valley.

The leading man carried a long spear, and his aura as a peak Golden Core cultivator pressed down on the entire Black Spring.

The three cultivators behind him quickly dispersed, blocking the crevice in the rock and the two sides of the spring water respectively.

Sikong Ji recognized the person who had come.

Gu Changyuan, the senior disciple of Chixiao Mountain.

Gu Changyuan stared at the three spiritual fruits and raised his hand to press down on the gun handle.

"The fruit belongs to Chixiao Mountain; you may leave now."

Gu Changyuan didn't give the two a chance to speak. He raised his right hand, and the folding fan on his back flew into his palm on its own.

As the fan unfolds, white frost creeps outwards along the nine fan ribs, and the nearby heat dissipates rapidly.

He gently fanned the black spring.

The cold wind pressed down on the water's surface, and the outer layer of the spring water immediately froze.

The flames that emerged from underwater were also trapped in the ice, and could only crash against the thick ice.

Affected by the cold air, the phantom of the firebird inside the Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruit opened its eyes simultaneously.

The three fruits swayed gently, and a large patch of crimson flames rose from the branch.

Gu Changyuan twisted his wrist.

A red light shone on the other side of the fan, and a burst of fire licked across the ice surface.

When ice and fire collide, they produce a series of loud, explosive sounds.

A narrow path soon appeared above the Black Spring.

As Gu Changyuan stepped onto the ice, the fire beneath his feet spontaneously separated.

With each step he took forward, the ice in front of him stretched out.

Sikong Ji raised the Purple Lightning Longbow, but did not immediately release the arrow.

The three disciples of Chixiao Mountain have already dispersed.

One of them stared at her hand, while the other two blocked the crevice in the stone.

All three were at the Golden Core stage, and they were enough to hold her off for a moment when they made their move.

Qin Mo took half a step back and entered a crevice along the right-hand rock wall.

The crack was blocked by the heat, and its end could not be seen from the outside.

Gu Changyuan glanced at it only once before continuing toward the fruit trees.

A mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator isn't worth him stopping for.

Just as he was about to reach the center of the Black Spring, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the crevice in the rock.

Cang Wuyue supported herself against the rock wall as she walked into the valley.

Her trauma from the dream hadn't healed, and her face was pale, but her gaze remained fixed on the folding fan in Gu Changyuan's hand.

Near the end of the seventh rib of the folding fan, there is a very shallow engraving of a coiled dragon.

Others might not recognize her, but she would never mistake her for someone else.

That was the military seal left behind by the previous sect leader of the Azure Dragon Sect.

Only important artifacts that have been included in the sect's treasury are qualified to bear this mark.

Cang Wuyue stared at the folding fan and said directly, "That's the Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan of the Canglong Sect. Return it."

Gu Changyuan ran his fingertips across the fan ribs.

"The things I found in the secret realm have nothing to do with the Azure Dragon Sect."

Cang Wuyue paused for a moment.

After the Azure Dragon Sect's treasury was looted, many people died within the sect.

Various treasures were also lost to the outside world.

However, the Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan was not in the treasure vault at that time.

This item is in the possession of an elder of the Azure Dragon Sect.

After entering the ruins, the elder disappeared without a trace, and no one even knew when his soul tablet shattered.

Now that the magic weapon is in Gu Changyuan's hands, the matter is clear.

Cang Wuyue raised her right hand, and a Azure Dragon weapon seal appeared in her palm.

"Whether it was found or not, you'll know once you try it."

As soon as the golden weapon seal appeared, the Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan began to vibrate.

The icy and fiery light on the fan surface suddenly scattered.

The dragon seal in the seventh fan rib was also awakened, forcibly pulling the entire folding fan away from Gu Changyuan's five fingers.

Cang Wuyue pulled back with her five fingers.

The Azure Dragon Controlling Weapon Hand was then activated.

The Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan changed direction in mid-air and flew towards her palm.

A deep dragon's roar even came from the fan.

The three disciples from Chixiao Mountain changed their expressions.

If this magical artifact was truly obtained by Gu Changyuan from the secret realm, it would be impossible for it to obey Cang Wuyue's summons.

Several cracks appeared on the ice beneath Gu Changyuan's feet.

He reached out and gripped the fan handle, pressing all of his true essence, which was at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, into it.

The newly awakened dragon seal inside the fan let out a mournful cry, and its golden light was extinguished on the spot.

Cang Wuyue's arm trembled.

The true energy surged back along the soldier's seal and crashed into her still-recovering meridians.

She stumbled back several steps, her back slamming against the crimson rock wall, a trickle of blood flowing from her mouth.

Gu Changyuan gripped the folding fan firmly again.

"The Azure Dragon Sect is almost gone, and you still dare to ask me for things?"

Cang Wuyue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

She raised her hand again, but as soon as the soldier's mark on her palm lit up, her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

The injuries left by the dream were still pressing on his dantian, making it impossible for him to withstand a second use of the weapon.

A clap of thunder suddenly exploded above her head.

Sikong Ji drew back the Purple Lightning Longbow, the bowstring already drawn to its fullest extent.

"Roll down the ice first."

She loosened her grip.

A purple lightning bolt struck down from the top of the valley, hitting Gu Changyuan squarely where he was standing.

Large sections of ice on the Black Spring broke apart.

Blinding lightning filled the valley, even scorching the crimson rocks on both sides.

Gu Changyuan raised his fan to shield himself.

Frost surged from the left half of the fan, while fire erupted from the right half.

The two forces intertwined, forming a rotating barrier of ice and fire.

The lightning bolt struck it and was split in two.

The scattered lightning struck the black spring, igniting all the crimson flames beneath the water.

The ice layer collapsed in large areas, and scalding hot spring water splashed in all directions.

Sikong Ji nocked an arrow again.

Gu Changyuan had already broken out of the lightning.

He stepped over a piece of broken ice, and his figure instantly closed in on Sikong Ji.

The folding fan closed in his hands.

The nine fan ribs were wrapped with ice and fire true essence, with the main focus on the middle section of the Purple Lightning Longbow.

Sikong Ji's tiger's mouth split open, and the longbow almost slipped from his grasp.

Before she could retreat, the second blow landed on her left shoulder.

The protective lightning was pierced by the fan ribs.

She flew sideways, crashing into a stone pillar before landing.

The fabric on his shoulder was burned through by the fire, and the cold air seeped into his meridians through the wound, causing half of his arm to quickly lose sensation.

Cang Wuyue staggered toward him, but was stopped by a disciple of Chixiao Mountain.

Gu Changyuan did not continue the pursuit.

His purpose in coming here was to obtain the three Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruits.

If he refines just one of them, he can avoid taking decades of detours in condensing his Fire Dao Dharma Body.

He returned to the top of the Black Spring.

The remaining cold air froze back into ice, carrying him to the low tree.

The Red Iris Phoenix Heart Fruit is now readily available.

Just as Gu Changyuan reached out his hand, the sound of falling rocks came from behind the rock wall on the other side of the valley.

Qin Mo stepped out of the steam.

He carried the ancient broken sword in his hand, his clothes were wet from the spring water, and there was no trace of panic on his face.

Under the all-seeing eye of heaven and earth, he could clearly see the flow of spiritual energy inside the Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan.

This fan contains both ice and fire power, and its grade is close to the peak of a top-grade spiritual artifact.

Although the Azure Dragon Seal was suppressed, it was not completely destroyed.

Once it falls into the furnace, the old seals inside can be repaired.

Qin Mo stopped by the spring, the tip of his sword lightly touching the ground.

"Leave the fruit, and leave the fan too."

One of the disciples from Chixiao Mountain laughed upon hearing this.

"A mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to steal from Senior Brother? Are you tired of living?"

Gu Changyuan withdrew his hand from picking the fruit.

He had already heard the name Chu Wuming from the bounty offered by the Xiao family.

Being able to kill a Golden Core cultivator is nothing special; there's a huge threshold between a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator and a Golden Core cultivator.

Gu Changyuan tilted his head to the right.

"Wei Hong, cripple his hands and feet first."