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

Before Xiao Qinghuang could even retract her Primordial Returning Origin Sword, Qin Mo's telepathic message had already reached her ears.

Only one sentence.

"Your seven flying swords are in my hands."

Xiao Qinghuang's body stiffened for a moment.

The Primordial Sword Embryo throbbed wildly within her body, and the auras of seven natal flying swords pierced through from the dense forest to the south, without missing a single detail.

It's impossible for them to admit their mistake.

That was something she had nurtured for forty years, and she could sense it even across ten mountain ranges.

Xiao Duanyue just confidently stated that Chu Wuming died in the Nine Phoenix Burning Star Formation, and his flying sword was destroyed along with it.

Lie to her?

The rubble beneath Xiao Qinghuang's feet exploded, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light that hurtled straight toward the southern ridge, leaving no trace of her presence.

The deadly sword pressure above Luo Zhenyue's head suddenly disappeared.

He did not hesitate.

With a thrust of the halberd into the ground, earthen energy spread out, and three golden-armored rhinoceroses formed an arc, enveloping the people of Beast King Valley in the middle.

The ferocious beasts retreated in an orderly fashion, their hooves thumping muffledly, as if they had practiced countless times.

Hua Meiniang, along with Cang Wuyue and Luo Xiaoman, mingled among the beasts, remaining silent and moving quickly.

Su Qingyi and Shen Ruoyan exchanged a glance and followed suit.

Xiao Duanyue stood on the ruins, watching Xiao Qinghuang's sword light disappear on the horizon, his face twitching.

Why did the ancestor suddenly leave?

Before he could think any further, his gaze swept over the retreating Beast King Valley team, and his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked.

Luo Zhenyue killed his men and destroyed his formation, and now he wants to get away unscathed?

He drew his knife and gave chase.

Xiao Yanshan lay on the ground, desperately shouting, "Third Master, don't chase them!"

Xiao Duanyue did not hear it.

Or maybe you heard it but couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

His nascent soul avatar rushed three miles away and plunged into the edge of the receding herd of beasts.

Dust billowed ahead, and all that could be seen were the backs and shells of ferocious beasts.

By the time he could see his surroundings clearly, six Core Formation beasts had already formed a circle around him.

Luo Zhenyue stood directly in front, his black iron halberd resting on the ground, half of his earthen armor broken, revealing the bloody flesh underneath.

He looked disheveled, but his eyes were very bright.

"You dare to barge in all by yourself?"

Luo Zhenyue pushed the halberd handle forward.

Xiao Duanyue glanced back and saw that there was no one behind him; not even a guard with a sword had followed.

The color drained from his face.

The six ferocious beasts tightened their encirclement, their claws digging at the ground, their low growls filling the air.

Xiao Duanyue gripped the broken sword, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing.

Luo Zhenyue didn't give him time to come up with a solution.

The halberd swept horizontally, bringing with it a shower of rocks from the mountainside.

While things were in complete chaos here, Qin Mo had already crossed seven mountain ridges.

He didn't use spiritual power or fly on a sword; he relied solely on his two legs.

The five elements of Qi and blood fill the meridians, and with each step, the rocks beneath one's feet shatter into spiderweb-like cracks.

The mountain wind swept past on both sides, filling our ears, and the shadows of the trees receded as if in a still frame.

He ran too fast.

So fast that there wasn't even time to leave footprints on the ground.

Each step covered more than ten miles; the first foot had just pushed off the cliff face when the second foot had already landed on the next mountain peak.

The crimson-gold sword light behind them drew ever closer.

The Primordial Sword Intent felt like a piece of scorched iron, brushing against his back.

The robe was ripped open, and a red mark appeared on the skin.

Qin Mo didn't turn around, and his pace quickened by another three points.

He crossed a deep ravine and landed on top of a low mountain on the opposite side.

Before he could even stand firmly, a figure crashed down from the sky, landing exactly three zhang in front of him.

Xiao Qinghuang turned around.

Her crimson armor was damp with mountain dew, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword lay horizontally in front of her, its patterns seeming to come alive and move.

Her breathing was a beat heavier than usual.

They chased this person all the way with all their might on their swords, and only just managed to intercept them.

She stared at Qin Mo, a vertical line appearing between her brows.

This person did not use spiritual power, nor did they control a sword.

With two legs, he ran faster than her Primordial Sword Light.

In all her years of life, she had never met anyone who could keep up with someone flying on a sword by running on two legs.

Qin Mo steadied himself and patted the fallen leaves off his robes.

He looked at Xiao Qinghuang, his gaze sweeping from the tip of her sword down to her face, unhurriedly.

Xiao Qinghuang's voice was very low, carrying the coldness unique to sword cultivators.

"Who are you? Where is Chu Wuming?"

Qin Mo tilted his head, but didn't reply.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword was accidentally leaked.

The surrounding vegetation all fell down, as if pressed down by an invisible hand.

The pebbles on the hilltop were cracked inch by inch, and a few withered leaves fell from the branches, only to be pulverized by invisible sword energy before they even touched the ground.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage unleashed his killing intent, silencing even the chirping of insects within a hundred feet radius.

Her clothes billowed without wind, and transparent ripples spread out from beneath her feet, causing the void to ripple like the surface of water.

When Qin Mo sensed the sword energy pouring in, the five elements of blood and qi in his body did not retreat but surged forward, rushing wildly into his limbs and bones.

The blood is burning.

His body, at the peak of the Golden Body Realm, was buzzing from the sword intent, and his bones were creaking.

It wasn't pain, it was excitement.

This woman was the most troublesome opponent he encountered in the Primordial Ruins, aside from the Nascent Soul of Xiao Xuance, that old snake.

Primordial spiritual root, formless sword embryo, and nascent soul fully formed.

Qin Mo mentally reviewed the information he had gathered from the Xiao family.

Xiao Qinghuang was able to break through two realms in such a short time, most likely because she consumed the Xiao family's secret treasure, the Primordial Returning to Origin Dao Fruit.

That Dao Fruit was discovered by the Xiao family during their last Ancient Ruins Trial. It had been hidden for over a hundred years without anyone being able to pick it, but this time she single-handedly stormed into the secret realm and snatched it out.

With the help of this fruit, she skipped directly from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the advanced stage of Nascent Soul.

No one in the entire Lost Realm has had her luck.

If this experience were presented to others, it would be enough to make any cultivator back down.

Qin Mo felt his back molars were itchy.

He stared at Xiao Qinghuang, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Xiao Qinghuang noticed.

She thought that after she released her sword intent, the person opposite her would kneel, retreat, beg for mercy, or at least tense up and assume a defensive posture.

But as he stood there, what emanated from him was not fear, but fighting spirit.

An intense fighting spirit that made one's throat tighten.

Xiao Qinghuang's brows furrowed even deeper.

She never failed in the Lost Realm; the Primordial Returning to Origin Dao Fruit gave her the confidence to crush all others of the same level.

This kind of confidence was so strong that even a seasoned Nascent Soul cultivator like Xiao Jingxing couldn't withstand a single sword strike.

But this guy of unknown origin in front of her could still laugh even when she was putting all her pressure on him.

I'll say it again.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her sword, the tip pointing directly at Qin Mo's throat.

"Where is Chu Wuming? If you don't tell me, you'll die here."

A withered leaf drifted down from above, and as it passed the sword, it silently split in two, and the two halves then split into four pieces.

Before it hit the ground, it had already shattered into fragments finer than sand.

Qin Mo watched the leaf disappear into the wind, and five-colored blood surged up from the soles of his feet, filling every inch of his bones.

He did not back down.

"Want to know?"

Qin Mo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword intent solidified.

There is only one way.

Qin Mo raised his hand, and five-colored qi and blood condensed into a fist-shaped aura, enveloping his entire right arm.

He looked into Xiao Qinghuang's eyes, his voice low but each word sharp and impactful.

"Beat me."