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

The mid-stage Golden Core disciple drew his crimson-patterned longsword, the blade dragging across the ice surface, sending up a shower of sparks.

The next moment, the ice beneath his feet exploded, and he rushed in front of Qin Mo.

A crimson blade swept across the ice, aiming straight for Qin Mo's legs.

Wei Hong did not hold back in this strike.

Before the blade even fell, a deep trench was cut into the red sand beside the Black Spring.

The true essence of the mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was all concentrated on the blade, pushing the surrounding heat to both sides.

Qin Mo shifted his feet, avoiding the blade.

Wei Hong twisted his wrist, changing the slash of his longsword into a thrust, aiming straight for Qin Mo's chest.

At the same time, another disciple of Chixiao Mountain, who was guarding the crevice, quietly circled around to the back and slid out a slender spirit sword from his sleeve.

The sword was dark red all over and made no sound when it was drawn from its sheath.

Sikong Ji saw the person close to Qin Mo's back and was about to warn him when the chill on his shoulder suddenly flared up.

Her left hand, which was holding the bow, went limp, and her fingertips failed to grip the bowstring.

The disciple had already drawn his sword.

The sword tip was aimed at Qin Mo's back, and the golden core essence rapidly gathered along the sword's spine.

Once the needle pierces through, the true essence will directly shatter the heart meridian.

Qin Mo didn't even turn his head.

The dark red spirit sword pierced his back, but the sound it emitted was not the sound of flesh tearing apart.

clang!

The sword trembled violently.

The Chixiao Mountain disciple's arms went numb, and his tiger's mouth split open on the spot.

He looked down and saw that the sword tip had only pierced a small hole in Qin Mo's clothes, without leaving even a trace of white mark on the skin below.

Five-colored lightning patterns flashed across Qin Mo's back.

The true essence surging from the sword was blocked by the golden body, and then pushed back by the five elements of qi and blood.

The disciple felt a tightness in his throat and wanted to sheathe his sword and retreat.

Qin Mo had already turned around.

He shattered the ice with his right foot and slammed his fist into the tip of the sword.

The dark red spirit sword exploded from the middle.

Before the fragments had gone far, the fist pierced through the scattered iron debris and landed on the chest of the Chixiao Mountain disciple.

The protective true essence shattered.

His sternum collapsed.

His body was bent backward by the force of the punch, and after flying several feet, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The shattered spirit sword, mixed with blood, was driven into the crimson rock wall.

Wei Hong's knife stopped in mid-air.

Another disciple from Chixiao Mountain also stood frozen in front of the crevice, his palm pressed against his storage bag, not daring to take out his magic weapon for a long time.

He was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and couldn't even catch a single punch.

Qin Mo withdrew his arm, and not even the skin on his fist was broken.

Only the sound of broken ice falling into the water could be heard by the Black Spring.

Gu Changyuan stood in front of the fruit tree, his five fingers slowly tightening around the fan handle.

He had already touched the Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruit, but now he withdrew his hand.

The deceased disciple was quite powerful.

That Crimson Blood Spirit Sword was an even higher-grade spiritual weapon.

As a result, both the man and his sword shattered.

"No wonder the Xiao family was willing to offer such a generous reward."

Gu Changyuan stared at Qin Mo, his back teeth clenched. "Unfortunately, you won't be leaving here today."

The Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan was fully deployed.

All nine fan ribs lit up simultaneously.

On the left, frost billowed, and the water on the surface of the black spring instantly froze.

Flames rose on the right, and the heat wave above the valley pressed down.

The two forces of ice and fire did not collide with each other; instead, they intertwined along the fan-shaped surface.

A sharp bird cry echoed through the valley.

Frost condenses into wings, and fire transforms into a long tail.

A giant ice-flame phoenix, over ten feet tall, burst out from the fan, its wings spread wide, almost completely obscuring the black spring.

Cang Wuyue leaned against the rock wall, the last trace of color draining from her face.

She recognized this move.

This is the innate divine power sealed within the Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan.

The previous owner would have damaged the meridians if he had used his Golden Core Perfection cultivation to activate it.

Gu Changyuan is already at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, so his power will only be stronger.

"Don't try to take it head-on!"

Cang Wuyue pressed her hand to her chest, her voice strained.

Qin Mo did not back down.

The Ice Flame Phoenix had already pounced in front of them.

The chill sealed his legs first, followed by crimson flames that engulfed his chest.

Two forces simultaneously compress inward, freezing the blood and qi on one hand and scorching the meridians on the other.

If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, their physical body would have already cracked open.

Qin Mo's Five Elements Golden Body on his chest lit up.

The five lines representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth flow alternately and eventually converge into the right arm.

Purple lightning crackled from his shoulder to his fist, causing chunks of ice beneath his feet to sink.

His sleeves couldn't withstand the force and were torn apart by the lightning patterns.

Several streaks of blood seeped from the skin on my arm.

Qin Mo lifted his foot forward.

The frost that had frozen her legs was forcibly torn apart.

With the second step, the fire wrapped around the chest was also dispelled by the five elements' qi and blood.

The Iceflame Phoenix opened its long beak and pecked at his head.

Qin Mo pulled his right arm back.

The next moment, his fist slammed into the phoenix.

boom!

The phoenix's head exploded from the middle.

The five elements of lightning patterns rushed backward along the frost wings and fire tail, turning ice into white mist and extinguishing the crimson flames wherever they passed.

Qin Mo's punches did not stop.

The entire Ice Flame Phoenix was pierced through from head to tail.

The scattered power of ice and fire struck the rock walls on both sides, causing large pieces of red stone to fall off.

Wei Hong and another disciple from Chixiao Mountain were swept away by the aftershocks before they could even unleash their protective true essence.

Gu Changyuan had just raised his folding fan to shield his chest when the force of the punch arrived.

The fan-shaped surface is concave inwards.

The nine fan ribs emitted a piercing cracking sound.

Qin Mo punched Gu Changyuan in the chest through the still-lingering icy mist.

Boom!

The deep impact drowned out the sound of the black spring churning.

Gu Changyuan's robe instantly ripped apart, revealing the dark gold scale armor underneath.

Nine Luminaries Scales.

The protective treasures that Chixiao Mountain specially prepared for him were enough to block an attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

At this moment, a complete fist-shaped imprint was dented in the very center of the scales.

Cracks spread rapidly from around the fist mark.

Gu Changyuan's body trembled, and the blood he spat out hit Qin Mo's arm.

His internal organs were shattered by the force of the punch, even through his scales, and the golden core in his dantian trembled violently.

He was sent flying backward and crashed into the mountainside.

The rocks collapsed on the spot, and the valley shook a few times.

Xuan Shuang Li Huo Fan flew out of his hand, twirled a few times in mid-air, and landed towards the Black Spring.

Cang Wuyue forced herself to raise her hand.

The weapon seal on her palm lit up, and the folding fan, drawn by the light, immediately veered off the water and flew toward her.

Qin Mo did not try to steal it.

He stepped over the broken ice and headed straight for the mountain wall.

Gu Changyuan was stuck in the stone pit, and the Nine Luminaries Scale Armor on his chest was deformed.

Blood flowed down his chin, making it difficult even to lift his arm.

Seeing Qin Mo clench his fist again, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times.

If the second punch lands, the scales will shatter.

Gu Changyuan pressed down on his dantian, his fingertips piercing directly into his flesh.

He forced out his essence and blood, which condensed into a blood talisman on his chest.

"Chu Wuming, I'll remember this debt!"

He bit his tongue, and the blood talisman immediately burst into flames.

Before Qin Mo's fist landed, a burst of bloody light enveloped Gu Changyuan.

The mountain wall was smashed open, and blood spurted through the rubble, rushing out of the valley without looking back.

Gu Changyuan escaped too quickly.

Wei Hong and the other man were still lying on the ground, and he didn't even glance at them.

Qin Mo's punch missed its mark, and the entire mountainside couldn't withstand it, collapsing towards the Black Spring on the spot.

The fruit trees were shaken, and their branches swayed violently.

The three Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruits simultaneously detached from the branch, enveloped in crimson flames, and flew into the air.

Qin Mo shattered the rocks beneath his feet and soared into the sky.

He spread his five fingers and grabbed all three Crimson Phoenix Heart Fruits into his palm.