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

The ninth fire python re-condensed from the curtain of fire.

The lightning arrows on its body had been squeezed out by the fire elemental energy, and its severed snake neck was quickly reattached.

Xiao Jingxing raised the array plate, Xiao Yanshan simultaneously formed a hand seal, and the black command flag in Xiao Duanyue's hand fell heavily.

Nine fiery pythons pressed down on the thunder curtain at the same time.

The first ancient thunder pillar cracked on the spot.

Purple lightning shot out from the crack, blasting several disciples of the Sikong clan away.

Before they could even get up, the fire python had already crashed through the Thunder Swamp Ancient Formation.

A loud noise came from the entire mountain gate.

The lightning curtain collapsed from the middle, and the nine ancient lightning pillars broke one after another.

Without the protection of the array, the lightning veins inside the mountain surged wildly, sending large sections of stone steps flying into the air.

Flames poured into the camp through the breach.

The disciples guarding the array platform didn't even have time to put away their magical artifacts. Their protective spiritual light only lasted for a moment before being swallowed up by the fire wave.

Screams rang out one after another as the battle flags fell from their hands and were instantly burned to black ash.

Sikong Ji stood in front of the Thunder Chamber, his hands still pressed against the main array eye.

The power from the collapse of the ancient formation was all swept back.

She felt a tightness in her chest, and a metallic taste of blood welled up in her throat.

The newly formed lightning infant trembled violently, and several cracks appeared in the infant-shaped lightning.

The lightning energy within his body rapidly dissipated, and his cultivation level plummeted from the edge of the Nascent Soul stage, eventually regressing to the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

The stone platform beneath her feet continued to sink.

Hua Meiniang raised her hand to block the flying pebbles, and the wound on her shoulder reopened.

She glanced at the tightly closed Thunder Chamber behind her, gritted her teeth, and rushed to Sikong Ji's side.

Sikong Ji raised his hand to block her.

"Don't come any closer, guard the stone gate."

Hua Meiniang stopped in place, pressing her hand against her shoulder, and did not go forward again.

After the flames dissipated, the three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Xiao family stepped into the Thunder Swamp encampment.

Xiao Duanyue put away the command flag and stepped over the cracked array patterns.

He looked at Sikong Ji, who was kneeling on the ground, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the flagpole.

Where is Chu Wuming?

Sikong Ji stood up, supporting himself with the Purple Lightning Longbow; the lightning on the bow had dimmed considerably.

Xiao Duanyue continued, "Hand over the person and come back to the Xiao family to be a concubine of the Thunder-Attracting Furnace. I might spare your life."

Sikong Ji looked up at him.

"I will not hand over anyone, nor will I become a concubine in your Xiao family."

After she finished speaking, she gripped the longbow with her five fingers.

Xiao Duanyue's smile faded slightly.

He kicked aside a section of lightning bolt on the ground and looked down at the stone door of the lightning chamber.

"Then dig out your Thunder Infant first, and ask it again."

Sikong Ji did not retreat.

Her right hand slowly moved to her dantian.

The newly formed nascent form of the Thunder Infant is sealed there, its internal lightning chaotic and ready to dissipate at any moment.

She had lost the strength to continue defending the position.

But if the Thunder Infant is detonated, everyone nearby will be swept up in it.

The main branch of Lei Ze will also be completely destroyed, and the three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Xiao family will also pay the price.

Sikong Ji tightened his five fingers, and the remaining thunder energy gathered in his dantian.

Xiao Jingxing noticed the change and raised his palm to press down.

Nine crimson fire patterns landed on Sikong Ji's body, sealing her shoulders, back, arms, and chest and abdomen respectively.

The lightning energy within her body had just reached the opening of her meridians when it was forcibly cut off.

Sikong Ji swayed, and the Purple Lightning Longbow slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

"Trying to destroy your own nascent soul?"

Xiao Jingxing stood three zhang away, the fire patterns on his palm slowly tightening. "You can't even detonate it now."

Sikong Ji gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

She remained silent.

Xiao Yanshan walked around the collapsed array platform and scanned the scattered crowd.

He raised his hand and grabbed a young disciple dressed in a short blue robe, pulling him out from a distance.

The disciple lifted his feet off the ground, grabbed his neck with both hands, and his face quickly turned red.

"Sister, save me!"

Sikong Ji's eyelids twitched.

She looked at the disciple, her throat moved, but she kept her lips tightly closed.

Xiao Yanshan lifted the person in front of him and turned his head to look at her.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Chu Wuming hiding?"

Sikong Ji turned his face away, avoiding his gaze.

Xiao Yanshan tightened his grip.

The disciple in the green robe kicked violently, his fingernails leaving several white marks on Xiao Yanshan's hand.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter intermittent breathy sounds.

The Sikong clansmen beside them gripped their magical artifacts tightly, and no one dared to move.

Sikong Ji pressed his fingertips into his palm, and blood dripped down between his fingers.

She still did not answer.

Xiao Yanshan stared at her for a few breaths, then lowered his wrist.

With a click.

The green-robed disciple stopped struggling, his hands slipped off Xiao Yanshan's wrists, and his head tilted to the side.

Xiao Yanshan released his grip, and the corpse crashed onto the gravel ground.

"Did you see that?"

He stepped on the disciple's robe and then looked at Sikong Ji.

"Hand over Chu Wuming, and I'll only kill him. Tell me how many men Lei Ze has left today, and I'll kill them all."

Sikong Ji looked down at the corpse on the ground.

The green-robed disciple's storage bag rolled to her feet, its opening dusty, revealing half a green jade slip inside.

She recognized it as Sikong Ning's.

Sikong Ning had been a member of the clan for less than ten years, and his daily duties consisted only of delivering medicine to Lei Shi.

He hasn't even formed a golden core yet.

Sikong Ji's wrist was locked by the fire pattern, making it impossible for him to bend over.

She stared at the storage bag, her knuckles growing whiter, but she didn't utter a single word.

Xiao Yanshan waited a moment, then reached out and grabbed at the crowd again.

This time, he chose a boy who was carrying a battle flag.

The boy had only taken two steps back when his shoulder was gripped by an invisible force.

The battle flag fell from his arms, its surface covered in charred ash.

Deep within the Thunder Chamber.

Qin Mo sat cross-legged on the blue thunderstone.

The impact of the array outside continued, and the spiritual energy behind the stone gate was already in chaos.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace hangs above the dantian, its rotation slowing down more and more.

The Five Elements Jade Bone has stabilized.

However, the final barrier to the Five Elements Golden Body's path to perfection still lies in front of Qi and Blood.

Qin Mo pressed his hands against his knees, and his five-colored blood and qi surged toward that barrier time and time again.

Each impact would cause the bones to make a dull thud, which would then be repaired by the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

A scream came from outside.

Qin Mo's hand paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a young man's shout rang out from outside the stone gate.

"Sister, save me!"

Qin Mo opened his Qiankun Dharma Eye, his gaze passing through the heavy stone door to see the scattered firelight and the collapsed array platform outside.

Sikong Ji was confined to his original location.

Xiao Yanshan's hand had already gripped the shoulder of another disciple.

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and slowly clenched his fist on his knee.

Another muffled thud came from outside.

The five elements of Qi and blood lose their balance in the body and all crash into the final barrier.

The barrier trembled first, then a thin crack appeared.

Qin Mo's breathing stopped.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace sensed the change, and five-colored flames rose simultaneously from its opening.

The five elements of Qi and blood flow along the jade bones, sink into the five internal organs, and then rush from the spine to the limbs.

Outside the stone gate, Xiao Yanshan had already lifted the boy into the air.

Where is Chu Wuming?

Sikong Ji remained silent.

Xiao Yanshan slowly closed his five fingers.

Qin Mo heard the boy's short, labored breathing, and also the faint cracking sound of his neck bones about to break.

The last barrier trembled once more.

The cracks spread rapidly.

Qin Mo raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

Deep within the pupils, five-colored jade light shone simultaneously.