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

The sword's edge was already pressed against Qin Mo's brow.

If it were pushed forward just half an inch, the Primordial Sword Qi would pierce through the Divine Aperture.

Qin Mo's body was tense, his Qiankun Fayan still tracking Xiao Qinghuang's sword path.

This time, however, he saw the sword's location clearly, but his body was too slow to dodge.

Xiao Qinghuang was too fast.

She concentrated all her sword intent at the tip of her sword, with no extra fluctuations around her and no warning before she made her move.

Qin Mo was able to find flaws with his discerning eye just now, but now he was even a beat too slow to raise his hand.

He glanced down at the sword tip between his brows and immediately withdrew his Five Elements Qi and Blood.

"I'll take you to find Chu Wuming."

Qin Mo raised his hands, his face showing a look of surrender.

Xiao Qinghuang did not sheathe her sword. With a slight twist of her wrist, the tip of the sword moved away from his skin.

"lead the way."

Her voice was cold, but her eyes were still fixed on Qin Mo.

Qin Mo swallowed the blood in his throat and nodded.

"He's right ahead."

As soon as she uttered those words, Xiao Qinghuang's sword energy surged into Qin Mo's body.

That force pressed down along the meridians, instantly sealing off the five elements of Qi and blood.

Qin Mo swayed, deliberately making it appear as if he couldn't stand steadily.

Xiao Qinghuang reached out and grabbed his collar, lifting him up from the ground.

Qin Mo's feet were off the ground, and his clothes were pulled tightly against his neck.

He lowered his head, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the depths of his dantian.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace has already started spinning.

The sword energy that had entered the body was held back by the furnace, and the outer layer of the five elements' qi and blood was gradually loosening.

The stronger the sword energy, the faster the transformation furnace absorbs it.

Xiao Qinghuang did not notice anything unusual.

She carried Qin Mo across the mountains and forests, the sword light beneath her feet forming a continuous line.

The sword energy sliced ​​through the pebbles on the hillside, tree branches brushed against Qin Mo's shoulder, and his robes tore in several places.

Qin Mo kept his head down, letting her lead him forward.

He had already made his judgment in his heart.

In terms of speed, he's still a step behind.

If Xiao Qinghuang continues to focus on his brow and strike with her sword, it will be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

Go with her first.

Once the furnace has consumed all the sword essence, we'll find an opportunity to retaliate.

Even after the two figures left, the sword intent on the hillside had not yet dissipated.

Su Qingyi was the first to arrive.

She landed on the cracked mountainside, her white dress billowing in the wind.

She glanced around but couldn't find Qin Mo, and her face immediately darkened.

Shen Ruoyan then landed, pressed her hand to her chest, and looked at the long mark on the ground that had been cleaved by the sword energy.

"The person has been taken away."

After she finished speaking, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Hua Meiniang arrived with Cang Wuyue, Luo Xiaoman, and Fang Qing, with Sikong Ji following at the back.

The women looked at the broken wood and sword marks scattered on the ground, and none of them spoke first.

Luo Xiaoman rushed to the edge of the hillside and reached for her waist.

The ancestral decree is still in effect.

She took out the token and activated her spiritual power.

The dragon pattern on the token lit up, and another aura immediately came from the south.

"Qin Mo is there."

Luo Xiaoman looked up and pointed south.

Cang Wuyue grabbed her wrist, signaling her not to rush after them.

Just then, laughter came from outside the woods.

A dozen or so cultivators emerged from both sides of the mountain path, their clothes disheveled, but each holding a weapon from the Azure Dragon Sect.

The young man at the head of the group wore a black and gold robe. His features resembled those of the Canglong Sect disciples. Once his gaze fell on the Ancestral Master's Token, he couldn't look away.

Leave the token behind.

Cang Jin extended his hand, his tone direct.

Cang Wuyue put the Ancestral Master's Token back into her sleeve, her face cold.

"Who do you think you are, daring to ask for the Azure Dragon Ancestor's token?"

Cang Jin's hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening.

He grew up with the stigma of being an illegitimate child and hated it most when others used his status to oppress him.

Now that the Ancestral Master's Token is right in front of him, as long as he gets the token, he can return to the Azure Dragon Sect to compete for a position.

"I'm only asking you whether you'll pay or not."

Cang Jin raised his hand and waved it, and the cultivators behind him immediately dispersed, surrounding several female disciples of Yunyu Palace.

Shen Ruoyan stood in front of Cang Wuyue, her longsword drawn half an inch from its sheath.

"Take one more step, and you'll lose your hand."

Her hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, her voice flat.

Cang Jin stared at her, then suddenly raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

The palm strike rushed towards Shen Ruoyan, who swung her sword to slash it away.

The two forces collided, and Shen Ruoyan took three steps back, leaving a deep pit in the soil beneath her feet.

Cang Jin also took two steps back.

His expression changed.

Shen Ruoyan was only at the Golden Core stage, yet this sword strike carried an extremely strong killing intent.

If he hadn't activated his protective magic weapon beforehand, his arm would have been severed.

Taking advantage of a lull in the fight, Cang Wuyue pulled Luo Xiaoman behind him.

Hua Meiniang raised her hand and released several blood-red flying needles, forcing back the approaching cultivators.

Sikong Ji drew his bow and nocked an arrow; purple lightning gathered on the bowstring, and the arrowhead locked onto Cang Jin.

"Get out of the way."

Sikong Ji uttered two words, and the bowstring was already fully drawn.

Sweat beaded on Cang Jin's forehead.

He couldn't withstand that arrow.

But instead of retreating, he sent a communication talisman backward.

As soon as the communication talisman took off, heavy footsteps echoed from the distant mountains and forests.

A new team marched over the rocks.

The leading man was tall and wore a dragon-patterned armor with a long black sword hanging at his waist.

His cultivation had reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm, and he was followed by more than ten Golden Core cultivators.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Cang Jin immediately withdrew his hand.

"Cang Lingxiao, you've come at the perfect time."

Cang Lingxiao glanced at Cang Jin, then looked at Cang Wuyue.

His gaze lingered on Cang Wuyue's waist for a moment before falling on Su Qingyi and the others.

"Hand over the Ancestral Master's Decree, and I'll let you leave alive."

Cang Wuyue gripped the token in her sleeve, her knuckles pressing tightly together.

"The Azure Dragon Sect is hunting down our young master, and they dare to negotiate here?"

Cang Lingxiao did not answer.

He raised his hand, and the cultivators behind him simultaneously activated their spiritual power.

More than a dozen auras pressed down on the hillside, causing the surrounding trees to fall one after another, completely blocking the retreat route of the women of Yunyu Palace.

Su Qingyi turned to protect Fang Qing.

Fang Qing's face turned pale, and his hand holding the magic weapon trembled continuously, but he did not back down.

"Senior sister, we're surrounded."

She lowered her voice.

Su Qingyi did not turn around, her long sword pointing forward.

"Stay close to me."

On the other side, Shen Ruoyan and Cang Jin collided again.

Cang Jin used his numerical advantage to overwhelm Cang Jin with one palm strike after another.

Shen Ruoyan blocked three palm strikes in succession, but the residual force grazed her shoulder, and her sleeve tore on the spot.

Cang Wuyue was about to step forward to help when Cang Lingxiao had already unleashed a slash from a distance.

The blade flashed before her, carving a trench several meters long into the ground.

"Don't rush to your death."

Cang Lingxiao gripped the hilt of the knife, his voice calm.

Cang Wuyue stared at the knife mark, then raised his hand and took out the Ancestral Master's Token.

The dragon pattern on the token lit up again.

The sensations from the south became clearer.

Qin Mo was in that direction.

However, the Azure Dragon Sect was blocking their way ahead, and cultivators were constantly gathering behind them.

If she forces her way out, Qin Mo's whereabouts will be exposed to everyone.

Hua Meiniang approached her and whispered, "Protect the token first."

Cang Wuyue gritted her teeth and did not respond.

Just then, the sound of a spirit boat cutting through the air came from the sky.

The jet-black spirit boat descended from the clouds, its hull etched with patterns of cinnabar and fire.

A young man in purple robes stood at the bow of the ship, waving a folding fan in his hand, followed by several Golden Core guards.

Lei Qianyao looked down at the hillside, his gaze sweeping over the Ancestral Master's Token before finally settling on Cang Wuyue.

He gently closed the folding fan.

"The Azure Dragon Sect wants the token, and so does the Heavenly Pill Pavilion."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of chains of alchemical fire lit up around the spirit boat, sealing off the sky above.

Cang Lingxiao looked up and a smile appeared on his face.

Cang Jin also retreated to the back of the crowd and stared at Cang Wuyue again.

On the mountain, the Azure Dragon Sect cultivators blocked the surroundings, the Azure Ash lineage cut off their retreat, and the Heavenly Pill Pavilion's spirit boat pressed down on the sky.

Su Qingyi, Shen Ruoyan, Cang Wuyue, Hua Meiniang, Sikong Ji, Luo Xiaoman, and Fang Qing were trapped in the center by three groups of people.