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

Water and fire collided in the center of the cave, and heat waves and water vapor rushed towards the cave entrance at the same time.

The shattered bones were scattered all over the ground, and rocks kept falling from the top of the rock.

The sword formation of the Misty Sword Pavilion has dissipated.

Of the seven disciples Xie Wufeng brought, three fell, and the rest used their swords to barely hold off the attacks of the two ferocious dragons.

A snow-white, ferocious dragon coiled in the waves, while a crimson-black, ferocious dragon guarded the firelight. Water and fire alternated, pressing down on them, making it difficult for the Sword Pavilion disciples to even breathe.

Xie Wufeng, his chest stained with blood, retreated to a stone pillar.

He looked up and saw Qin Mo, and stopped in his tracks.

"Qin Mo, you're still alive?"

As soon as the shout was uttered, the water dragon's long tail swept across.

Xie Wufeng's expression changed, and he raised his sword to block in front of him.

The long tail shattered the sword light, sending him and his sword flying.

His back slammed against the rock wall, and the sound of his ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Qin Mo raised his hand to block the flying stone, frowning as he said, "Senior Brother Xie, don't look at people randomly when you're fighting."

Xie Wufeng coughed up blood, propped himself up with his broken sword, and stared at Qin Mo through gritted teeth, saying, "You are Chu Wuming!"

We paused briefly inside the cave.

Xiao Qinghuang turned around, and the blade of the Primordial Returning Origin Sword was angled towards Qin Mo.

"Your name is Qin Mo?"

Her voice was low, but her sword intent had already locked onto the stone walls surrounding Qin Mo.

Qin Mo tugged at his blood-stained sleeve, looked up, and said, "He mistook me for someone else. You've been chasing him for so long, and you still can't recognize him?"

Xie Wufeng's chest heaved with anger. Just as he was about to speak again, the crimson-black ferocious dragon opened its mouth and spat out a pillar of fire.

The fire struck the sword formation, instantly sending three Sword Pavilion disciples flying. One of them fell into the water, leaving no trace of his body.

Xie Wufeng's expression changed completely.

Xiao Qinghuang stopped looking at him.

She stepped in front of Qin Mo, pressing the tip of her sword against his chest.

"Seven flying swords are in your hands, and Chu Wuming is also you. How long are you going to keep up this act?"

Qin Mo glanced down at the tip of the sword, then raised his hand and pushed the blade away half an inch.

"Ask if you want to ask. What kind of skill is it to hold a sword to someone's head?"

Xiao Qinghuang raised her hand and gripped his shoulder.

As the sword energy surged into his meridians, Qin Mo's body sank, and the stone slab beneath his feet cracked.

The five-colored golden core within his body immediately began to rotate, and the Transformation Furnace also swallowed that sword energy.

Qin Mo's face remained restrained, but her shoulders were pressed down and bent.

"What exactly is your relationship with Chu Wuming?"

Qin Mo coughed and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Kill the two dragons first, and I'll tell you slowly later."

Xiao Qinghuang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly flung him toward the rock wall to the side.

Qin Mo crashed into a stalagmite, and as he landed, he rolled over and hid behind a boulder.

"After I take that flower, I'll search your soul."

Xiao Qinghuang gripped the Primordial Returning Origin Sword tightly and walked across the rubble towards the center of the cave.

Qin Mo brushed the stone dust off his shoulders and didn't rush to get up.

His all-seeing eye pierced through the mist and landed behind the two ferocious dragons.

The strange flower grew in a crevice in the black rock, its roots and stems divided into two colors.

The petals on the left are snow-white and absorb moisture.

The petals on the right are crimson, seemingly emitting flames.

Each time the flower core closes, the yin and yang spiritual energy in the cave changes accordingly.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace began to vibrate in the dantian.

Qin Mo quickly recognized the flower.

Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus.

This flower can harmonize yin and yang spiritual energies, helping cultivators break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

If used for alchemy, its medicinal effects will be even stronger.

Xiao Qinghuang followed him into the cave, her real focus being on this item.

Qin Mo pressed his hand to his chest to suppress the noise of the stove.

He was determined to have this flower.

Xiao Qinghuang had already collided with the two ferocious dragons.

She raised her sword and slashed down; the primordial sword light sliced ​​through the water curtain and headed straight for the snow-white dragon's head.

The water dragon opened its mouth and spat out a jet of water, which deflected the sword light to the side.

The ferocious black dragon pounced from the other side, its sharp claws striking the sword, forcing Xiao Qinghuang back three steps.

A sword domain spread out beneath her feet, and dense sword marks appeared on the ground.

The two ferocious dragons roared simultaneously, water and fire clashed at the top of the cave, and the entire cave shook.

Xiao Qinghuang unleashed several sword strikes in succession, the sword light landing on the dragon's body, leaving only a few shallow marks.

The scales of these two ferocious dragons are too hard.

The remaining two Sword Pavilion disciples took the opportunity to retreat, but Xie Wufeng was targeted by the Crimson Black Fiend Dragon.

Flames erupted from beneath his feet. Just as he leaped up with his sword, the snow-white dragon's tail lashed out from behind him.

Xie Wufeng dodged the pillar of fire, but was struck in the waist and abdomen by the dragon's tail.

He rolled more than ten feet, his sword slipped from his hand, and he crashed into a pile of rubble.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he could no longer stand upright on his right leg.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

A disciple of the Sword Pavilion turned around in distraction, and the water dragon immediately opened its mouth and bit down.

The disciple didn't even have time to scream before his protective aura was shattered.

As Qin Mo watched this scene, five-colored qi and blood quietly gathered beneath his feet.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword domain suppressed the crimson-black ferocious dragon, but it was also knocked away by the water dragon from the side.

She used the force to rise into the air, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword trailed a long sword beam, slashing down between the two ferocious dragons.

As the sword fell, the petals of the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus closed simultaneously.

Two streams of spiritual energy surged out from the crevice in the black rock, water and fire each occupying one side, forcefully resisting the Primordial Sword Light.

Xiao Qinghuang's face darkened, and with a flick of her wrist, her sword domain pressed down once more.

Qin Mo's discerning eye caught a change.

Each time the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus closes, the demonic powers of the water dragon and the fire dragon will be briefly connected.

Once the petals are destroyed, the power of the two ferocious dragons will separate.

Just as he was looking for an opportunity to get closer, Xie Wufeng, who was in the distance, suddenly raised his head.

Xie Wufeng pressed his broken ribs, his voice hoarse: "Qin Mo, save me!"

Qin Mo glanced at him but didn't move.

Xie Wufeng, his face covered in blood, struggled to his feet and continued shouting, "If you don't save me, Xiao Qinghuang won't let you off the hook either!"

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Senior Brother Xie, you've called the wrong person."

Xie Wufeng's face twisted in pain, and just as he was about to speak, the crimson-black ferocious dragon rushed in front of him.

Qin Mo's five-colored blood energy surged beneath his feet, and his figure disappeared from behind the boulder.

The next moment, he appeared beside Xie Wufeng and punched the flames.

The five-colored fist energy smashed through the pillar of fire, and Xie Wufeng was grabbed by the collar by Qin Mo and thrown to the edge of the cave.

"Get lost and keep quiet."

Xie Wufeng fell heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment, but he dared not shout again.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Qinghuang immediately turned her sword and aimed directly at Qin Mo's back.

Qin Mo turned around and threw a punch, the fist energy colliding with the sword light in mid-air.

The ground cracked from the impact, and the two men stepped back simultaneously.

Xiao Qinghuang lowered her grip on her sword, her voice growing even colder: "It really was you."

Qin Mo stretched his shoulders and stared at the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus.

"So you recognized me. If you want the flowers, you'll have to solve your problem first."

Xiao Qinghuang did not respond, and the Primordial Sword Domain pressed down on the two ferocious dragons once more.

Qin Mo stared at the flower's center, moving sideways while keeping his body close to the rock wall.

The two ferocious dragons were being restrained by Xiao Qinghuang, and the petals of the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus were rapidly closing.

Just as Qin Mo was about to make his move, a series of very light footsteps suddenly came from afar.

The sound came from another mountain path.

Su Qingyi walked north along the misty valley, her clothes stained with mud and water, and the broken sword in her hand still bearing the cracks from the battle.

Her breathing was not yet steady, her white hair had turned back to black, and her face was still pale.

At the end of the valley, a bluish-gray stone wall blocked the way.

Below the stone wall grows a low-lying spirit tree, with only one fruit hanging on it.

The fruit's surface was covered with birthmarks, and the spiritual energy inside pulsed slowly; it was indeed the Heavenly Embryo Infant Fruit.

Su Qingyi stopped in front of the tree, her grip on the sword tightening.

She traveled so far just for it.

Su Qingyi reached out for the fruit, but then heard the sound of robes rustling behind her.

She immediately turned around, the sword held horizontally in front of her chest.

A man in black robes stood ten feet away.

The man wore a gray mask, concealed his presence, and held an ebony staff in his hand.

"Saintess Su, leave the fruit behind."