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

The seven flying swords vibrated incessantly within Qin Mo's dantian.

With each tremor, the sword intent emanating from Xiao Qinghuang intensified.

The clouds above the encampment were pushed aside by the sword energy, and cracks appeared one after another in the tattered array.

The broken sword fragments on the ground floated up on their own, all pointing at Qin Mo.

Sikong Ji took a step forward and stood in front of Qin Mo.

"This is Raize's territory, it's not your place to run wild here."

She raised the Purple Lightning Longbow, and lightning on the bowstring gathered into the shape of an arrow.

Xiao Qinghuang didn't even look at her, and swept her right sleeve forward.

A white sword aura pressed down from the sky.

Sikong Ji had just formed his Nascent Soul, and his cultivation level was not yet stable.

The lightning arrow she fired had only traveled a few feet when it was cleaved in two by the sword energy.

The next moment, the sword energy landed on the Purple Lightning Longbow.

Sikong Ji's hands went numb, and he was thrown backward.

She smashed through three stone pillars in succession before finally crashing into the defensive stone wall at the edge of the camp.

The stone wall was immediately dented in a large area.

Large chunks of rock fell and buried her inside.

Just as the nearby members of the Sikong clan were about to step forward, Xiao Qinghuang's Nascent Soul aura swept across the mountainside.

Those with weaker cultivation levels felt their legs go weak and knelt directly on the ground.

Even the Golden Core cultivators could only barely stand by supporting themselves with their weapons.

Qin Mo stood still, the dust on his shoulders being scraped away layer by layer by the sword energy.

Xiao Qinghuang landed on the flying sword, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword flew into her hand on its own.

She gripped the hilt of the sword.

The Primordial Sword was slowly raised, its tip aimed at Qin Mo's brow.

"If you dare to refuse again, I will nail you to the Thunder Swamp Pass. My corpse will be hung until the Ruins close, so that everyone can see the consequences of stealing my flying sword."

No one dared to utter a sound inside the camp.

The members of the Sikong clan who had been clearing the ruins retreated to both sides of the Thunder Chamber.

Xiao Qinghuang has already entered the Nascent Soul stage and is still the leader of the Xiao Clan's swords.

The sheer power of that sword alone was enough to disrupt the flow of their true essence.

Hua Meiniang gripped the blood whip tightly.

Just as she was about to step forward, Qin Mo raised his hand and blocked her.

Qin Mo flexed his right fist.

"Once the sword is in my hand, it's mine."

The longsword in Xiao Qinghuang's hand emitted a soft hum.

She had been chasing Qin Mo for so long, waiting for this moment.

Previously, in the Myriad Misty Swamp, she was forcibly transported away by the Spirit Ranking.

When she finally shattered her core and formed her nascent soul, and went to find Qin Mo again, Qin Mo had already left the Ninth Palace.

The Seven Swords are now right before our eyes.

Xiao Qinghuang will not let him escape again.

She took a step forward, and the full force of her sword pressed down on Qin Mo.

The ground inside the mountain cracked open inch by inch.

The scorched rocks beneath Qin Mo's feet sank rapidly, his legs being pressed into the rubble by the sword intent.

Hua Meiniang and the others gasped for breath.

Qin Mo appears to be only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Xiao Qinghuang's Nascent Soul sword power was far superior to that of Sikong Ji when he first emerged from seclusion.

If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator standing there, their Golden Core would have already been shattered by the sword intent.

But Qin Mo's back did not bend.

The five elements of Qi and blood surged out of his body.

Five colors of light—red, gold, cyan, blue, and yellow—shone along the bones.

The jade pattern that had only appeared on the right fist quickly spread across both arms, then through the shoulder bones, and extended to the sternum and spine.

Beneath his flesh and blood, patches of five-colored jade light connected together.

The sword intent pressing down on him was forcibly pushed aside by his qi and blood.

The pebbles underfoot turned outwards.

Qin Mo pulled his legs out in one step and looked up at Xiao Qinghuang.

"If you want it back, come and take it yourself."

Xiao Qinghuang tightened her grip.

The sword patterns on the Primordial Origin Sword have all awakened.

The Formless Sword Embryo was also circulating within her body, forcibly drawing the scattered spiritual energy around her into the sword.

The white sword light grew longer and longer, soaring into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The thunderclouds that Qin Mo had just blasted apart split open again.

The entire valley was illuminated.

Xiao Qinghuang pressed down with her wrist, and a hundred-foot-long sword light slashed down.

Qin Mo did not stand still and take the hit head-on.

The rock beneath his feet exploded, and his body shot into the sky from the mountainside.

The sword's edge grazed his left shoulder, slicing through the mountain ridge outside the encampment.

The stone wall split in two.

The crevice extends down the mountain, eventually forming a bottomless valley.

Broken rocks kept falling into it, and no sound came back for a long time.

Qin Mo was in mid-air when he twisted his waist.

All the five elements of Qi and blood were poured into the right fist.

He threw a punch at Xiao Qinghuang.

Xiao Qinghuang held her sword horizontally in front of her.

The fist collided with the sword.

The white light and five-colored blood energy exploded simultaneously, and the rocks within hundreds of feet of the two were all blown away.

The entrance to the camp also succumbed to the aftershocks, collapsing in sections.

Xiao Qinghuang slid backward for more than ten feet.

Qin Mo's right fist was cut open in several places by the sword energy. As soon as the blood flowed out, the Qiankun Qi sealed the wounds.

He stepped into the air again.

The second punch followed immediately.

Xiao Qinghuang flipped the sword, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword slashed out seven times in succession.

Seven sword lights sealed off Qin Mo's surroundings.

Qin Mo's Heaven and Earth Divine Eye lit up.

The flow of spiritual energy within the seven sword lights was all visible to him.

He dodged two swords to the side, shattered three swords with his fist, and then used his shoulder to withstand the last two swords.

The robe was cut open, but the five elements jade patterns inside only dimmed for a moment.

Qin Mo rushed in front of Xiao Qinghuang and aimed his left fist straight at her chest.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her palm and pressed it against the back of the sword.

All of the Nascent Soul's true essence surged into the sword.

The sword and the fist collided for the second time.

A loud bang was heard from high above.

The white flying sword beneath Xiao Qinghuang's feet could not withstand the pressure and broke into more than a dozen pieces on the spot.

She used the momentum to rise into the air, while Qin Mo fell several feet downwards.

Before the two could create distance between them, Qin Mo stepped on a flying boulder and charged forward again.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Xiao Qinghuang swung her sword repeatedly.

White sword energy swept across the valley, while five-colored fist energies met it head-on.

With each collision, large sections of rock would collapse from the mountainside.

The Sikong clan members retreated continuously, carrying the wounded.

They had just had their true essence drained by the Nine Luminaries Thunder Prison Formation, and now they couldn't even withstand the aftershocks.

Several elders from the Zhentang Sect worked together to support the protective barrier, but they were still shaken so badly that they kept vomiting blood.

Hua Meiniang pulled the pebbles off Sikong Ji's body and helped her out of the stone wall.

Sikong Ji wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze remaining fixed on the high sky.

Even after she had shattered her core and formed her nascent soul, she still couldn't withstand a casual strike from Xiao Qinghuang.

Qin Mo, however, has fought Xiao Qinghuang to this point solely with his physical strength.

Their power continued to rise.

Xiao Qinghuang retreated another ten feet, her right hand holding the sword already numb.

His hand split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

She glanced down at her palm, and the disdain on her face finally faded.

The mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm was merely a facade Qin Mo presented.

His physical body is now capable of directly withstanding the sword energy of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

If you continue using ordinary sword techniques, he will only hold you back.

Xiao Qinghuang hovered high in the sky, gripping the Primordial Returning Origin Sword with both hands.

The Formless Sword Embryo within her body fully opened, and the sword energy scattered throughout the valley simultaneously stopped.

White sword patterns emerged from the void and spread out in all directions.

The mountain wind has stopped.

The seven natal flying swords within Qin Mo's dantian were also suppressed by this force, and their sword cries ceased simultaneously.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her eyes, and a white sword mark appeared deep in her pupils.

"Chu Wuming, let's see how you block this next sword strike."

The sword patterns crossed the Thunder Swamp's territory, sealing Qin Mo and the entire valley into the Formless Sword Domain.