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

Sikong Wan's face turned pale, and her hand, which had been resting on her waist, slowly fell down.

Instead of answering Sikong Ji's question, she stood in front of Sikong Liechuan.

Sikong Liechuan's chest heaved, his charred hands pressing against the ground.

After Sikong Wan stood over, he lowered his head, concealing the change in his expression.

Sikong Wan pursed her lips.

"He is a rising star among the younger generation in Lei Ze. Even if he made a mistake, he should be brought back to the clan for a thorough investigation. Without direct evidence, you cannot kill him."

The Sikong clan members nearby remained silent.

Sikong Henian's body was still lying on the ground.

The smell of burning food mixed with the stench of blood filled the stone corridor, and no one dared to speak up for Sikong Liechuan at this moment.

Sikong Ji raised the Purple Lightning Longbow, its bow positioned directly in front of Sikong Wan.

"Extend your left hand."

Sikong Wan immediately tucked her five fingers into her sleeve.

This action already explains the problem.

Sikong Ji raised his hand and grabbed, and lightning wrapped around Sikong Wan's wrist, pulling her entire left arm out.

There was a dark red lightning pattern on her palm.

The lightning pattern drilled from the palm all the way into the arm and finally disappeared in the heart.

The same pattern also appeared on Sikong Liechuan's right hand.

Qin Mo activated his Heaven and Earth Divine Eye.

A line of blood connects the two lightning patterns.

The bloodline had become ingrained in their souls, making it difficult to sever with external force.

Cang Wuyue recognized it at a glance.

This is a blood pact formed in secret.

The two parties who form a bond can exchange information and borrow a portion of each other's lightning energy.

If Sikong Wan were just an ordinary clansman, she would never have entrusted her soul to Sikong Liechuan.

Sikong Ji plucked the bowstring.

"You two have long ago formed a blood pact of unity. You were the one who modified the array's core outside the Thunder Gate. Should I continue?"

Sikong Wan's shoulders trembled.

She was in charge of guarding the array storehouse and was extremely familiar with the array formations in the area.

Sikong Wendao could only open the outer array eyes; the only person who could truly allow the Nine Luminaries Thunder Prison Array to bypass the Thunder Chamber restrictions was her.

Several disciples from the Array Hall also realized what was happening.

They had never understood why the clan-suppressing killing formation could avoid all warnings.

Now that I've seen the blood pact, everything makes sense.

Sikong Wan knelt down, her knees sinking into the gravel.

"I only helped him modify the array patterns; I wasn't involved in anything else. Please give him a way out; I'm willing to take the punishment for him."

Sikong Ji looked at her, but did not put down the longbow.

Just then, Sikong Liechuan, who was lying on the back, suddenly looked up.

He crushed the thunder pearl hidden in his palm with his right hand and burst out in the white light of the explosion.

He pressed all the true essence of the half-step Nascent Soul into his left palm, heading straight for Sikong Ji's dantian.

Sikong Wan was still kneeling between the two.

He didn't hold back at all with this palm strike; it was clear he intended to pierce through her as well.

Sikong Wan stood frozen in place.

The Purple Lightning Longbow has been drawn.

There was no build-up of energy, nor any unnecessary movements.

A purple lightning arrow grazed past Sikong Wan's ear and pierced Sikong Liechuan's chest.

His protective true energy only lasted for a moment.

The lightning arrow pierced through flesh and blood, traveled along the meridians and went straight into the dantian, striking the cracked golden core.

Lightning exploded from his body.

Sikong Liechuan had only taken a few steps when his body was frozen in mid-air.

His chest quickly turned black, and his limbs shrank into a ball amidst the lightning and fire.

His golden core and soul were shattered together.

The charred corpse fell in front of Sikong Wan, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sikong Wan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

If Sikong Ji hadn't withdrawn the arrows, she would have already died under Sikong Liechuan's palm.

The bloodline on the Blood Pact of Unity quickly dimmed.

The person on the other end died.

Sikong Wan clutched her chest, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

She stared at the corpse on the ground for a long while before turning to Sikong Ji.

Her forehead was pressed against the ground.

"I confess. Please don't kill me."

Sikong Ji walked up to her and placed his right hand on her shoulder.

Purple lightning drilled into the meridians.

Several soft sounds came from Sikong Wan's body.

Her lightning veins, which she had cultivated diligently for many years, were shattered one by one, and the lightning essence in her dantian quickly dissipated.

Her face lost all color, and her body went limp to the ground.

Sikong Ji withdrew his hand.

"From this moment forward, you are no longer a member of the Lei Ze Sikong Clan. Hand over the clan's command token and leave the territory. If you ever dare to act in the name of the Sikong Clan again, I will personally kill you."

Sikong Wan took the clan token from her waist.

Two clansmen stepped forward to take the token, then removed her storage ring and retrieved all the clan's array diagrams and lightning spells inside.

No one spoke up for her.

Sikong Liechuan could even use his blood-sworn Daoist partner as a shield.

Sikong Wan betrayed the pride of her clan for such a person, and ended up like this; she can only blame herself.

After dealing with Sikong Wan, Sikong Ji turned to look at Sikong Wendao.

Sikong Wendao knelt even lower, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He voluntarily confessed his crimes and produced a communication jade talisman as proof, which indeed saved his life.

However, he guarded the key point of the formation and allowed Sikong Henian to destroy the Thunder Chamber, which was equally unacceptable.

Sikong Ji raised his hand and sealed his dantian.

"Send him to the outer mine. He is not allowed to leave until he has been mining for thirty years."

Sikong Wendao's throat moved.

He didn't dare to argue and let the two clansmen put on the spirit-locking chains and drag him away.

All that remained in front of the mine room were rubble and a few corpses.

Sikong Ji glanced around.

Those clansmen who participated in the siege of Qin Mo all lowered their heads.

Several people were hiding magical treasures, and upon noticing her gaze, they immediately moved their hands away from their storage rings.

Sikong Ji gripped his longbow tightly.

"Chu Wuming saved my Nascent Soul stage and shielded you from the lightning punishment. From this day forward, no one may use clan rules to stop him from doing anything within the camp."

The elders of the formation looked at each other, and finally bowed together to accept the order.

Qin Mo did not refuse.

He protected Sikong Ji in order to use lightning to temper his body.

Now that the Five Elements Golden Body has entered its later stages, it still needs the final step to solidify its foundation.

As for the favor owed by the Sikong family, it will naturally come in handy later.

Hua Meiniang walked to Qin Mo's side and handed him a bottle of Qi-Nourishing Pills.

Her newly repaired tendons cracked in several places, and blood was still flowing down her wrist.

Qin Mo took the pill, then shoved it back into her palm.

"My injuries aren't as bad as yours. Eat by yourself."

Hua Meiniang gripped the medicine bottle, no longer trying to be brave.

Sikong Ji arranged for his clansmen to clean up the settlement and also ordered the thunder chamber to be vacated.

Although the underground thunder veins had lost a significant amount of power to the Nine Luminaries Thunder Prison Array, the remaining power was still sufficient for Qin Mo to stabilize his cultivation level.

Just as Qin Mo sat down in front of the Thunder Chamber, the seven flying swords in his dantian suddenly vibrated simultaneously.

The sound of swords clashing echoed one after another.

The sky above the ancient ruins then darkened.

A primordial sword intent descended from the sky, piercing through the tattered array of the encampment, causing the mountain's belly to crack once more.

The members of the Sikong clan, who had just put away their magical artifacts, hurriedly retreated.

Qin Mo looked up.

The clouds were cleaved open by the sword light, and a white flying sword slowly descended.

Xiao Qinghuang stood on the sword, her clothes stained with blood that had not yet dried, and the pressure of her Nascent Soul aura pressed down on the entire valley.

She didn't look at Sikong Ji, nor did she pay any attention to the Sikong clan members around her.

Her gaze fell on Qin Mo.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand, her sword intent locking onto his dantian.

"Hand over your seven natal flying swords now."