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

Qin Mo sat cross-legged on the stone ground, his inner energy flowing back and forth along his meridians.

But that grayish-white mist had already seeped into his bones and blood, and even the Rebirth Furnace couldn't suppress it.

The water dragon moved first.

The lake water surged into the air, and the thick dragon's tail swept horizontally.

On the other side, the fire dragon opened its mouth and spat out a pillar of fire, the crimson flames filling half of the cave.

The two ferocious dragons abandoned Qin Mo and focused their attacks entirely on Xiao Qinghuang.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her sword to meet the attack, but as soon as the sword domain spread out beneath her feet, her body swayed.

The medicine affected her blood and qi, causing her swordplay to pause briefly.

The water tail shattered the sword light, and the fire claw followed closely, striking her shoulder.

Qin Mo cursed, and five-colored blood and qi surged out of his body.

"Get back into the lake."

He shattered the rocks beneath his feet and punched the water dragon's head.

The water waves were pierced by the fist's force, and the water dragon's head turned to one side.

Qin Mo turned around and slammed his shoulder into the fire dragon's chest and abdomen, forcing the ferocious beast to stagger back several steps.

Two punches landed in quick succession.

The water dragon crashed through the stone wall, while the fire dragon tumbled and slammed into the lake.

The lake water surged high, and the Yin-Yang Harmony Lotus also swayed violently.

The two ferocious dragons revealed half of their bodies and let out low growls at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo raised his hand to pursue again, but suddenly a muffled sound of flowing water came from the bottom of the lake.

The two ferocious dragons, dragging their wounded bodies, sank into the depths, leaving only large ripples in the water.

They hid.

Qin Mo did not pursue.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword energy was completely in disarray.

She stood still, the Primordial Returning to Origin Sword still in her hand, but the sword energy was surging wildly along the stone wall.

The next moment, the sword tip turned and thrust directly at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo dodged to the side and summoned the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

Five-colored light patterns rose from the furnace body, and the furnace mouth was aimed at Xiao Qinghuang.

The sword energy emanating from her body was forcibly drawn away, and the nascent soul's magical power was also forced back into her dantian.

Xiao Qinghuang's face darkened, and before she could even unleash her second sword strike, her aura had already begun to decline.

Qin Mo raised his palm and placed it on the stove lid.

"You cannot use your cultivation level right now."

Xiao Qinghuang stopped holding her sword and looked at him.

"You blocked me?"

"Just suppress it for a while."

Qin Mo put away the Furnace. "If this continues, no one will be able to leave."

He turned and walked towards Su Qingyi.

Su Qingyi leaned against the stone wall, her white clothes covered in mud and water.

Her broken sword was hanging to the ground, her breathing was heavier than before, and her snow-white face was flushed.

Qin Mo reached out to help her, but Su Qingyi grabbed his collar first.

The hand tightened its grip, giving him no chance to break free.

"Qin Mo, I feel unwell."

Her voice was very soft, but her eyes had already lost their clarity.

Qin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forcibly looked away.

"Hang in there, we'll get out of here soon."

Su Qingyi didn't let go; instead, she pulled him closer.

"You used to say the same thing."

Qin Mo stopped in his tracks.

As soon as those words were spoken, the sound of a sword blade slicing through the stone surface came from the side.

Xiao Qinghuang stood up, supporting herself against the rock wall.

Her cultivation was still suppressed by the Transformation Furnace, but the medicinal effects were becoming stronger and stronger.

Those usually sharp eyes were now misty with tears.

She stared at Qin Mo and Su Qingyi, her voice tense.

"You two have known each other for a long time?"

Qin Mo turned around, intending to pull Su Qingyi away.

Xiao Qinghuang arrived first and grabbed his wrist.

"You're taking her away?"

"I have to save people first."

Qin Mo tried to break free, but the two women wrapped themselves around him from both sides.

Su Qingyi grabbed his collar, and Xiao Qinghuang held his wrist; neither of them would back down.

The medicinal mist continued to spread along the ground.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace vibrated continuously, and the Qiankun Qi within it surged out in waves, but could only be suppressed for a short while.

The drug's power specifically amplifies a cultivator's desires; the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the reaction.

Sweat beaded on Qin Mo's forehead.

"Let go of everything."

Nobody listened.

Xiao Qinghuang took half a step closer, her breath falling on his ear.

"You're still trying to pretend to be sober?"

Qin Mo closed his eyes.

At that moment, he finally understood that the Furnace alone could not save three people.

Su Qingyi buried her face in his shoulder, her arms tightening around him.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword fell to the ground, and her other hand reached out to touch it.

Qin Mo tried to push them away, but his blood and qi were affected by the medicine.

The five-colored golden elixir within his body spun rapidly, causing even his divine soul to momentarily go blank.

All he could do in the end was to retract the Qiankun Transformation Furnace back into his dantian.

Everything that happened afterward was obscured by the thick fog.

Water droplets continued to fall from the stone wall, the Yin-Yang Lotus opened and closed, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard intermittently in the cave.

The three auras intertwined until the medicinal mist dissipated, and the entire cave returned to silence.

I don't know how much time passed.

Qin Mo woke up first.

He had just opened his eyes when he felt the blade of a sword pressed against his throat.

The sword energy pierced the skin, bringing a distinct stinging pain.

Xiao Qinghuang sat opposite her, her clothes neatly gathered, her long hair cascading down her shoulders.

Her face was grim, and the Primordial Returning Origin Sword in her hand was pointed steadily at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked down at himself, then looked to the side.

Su Qingyi was still unconscious, her white clothes disheveled, and her broken sword lay several feet away.

Qin Mo's expression changed.

Xiao Qinghuang gritted her teeth and pressed her long sword forward.

You have ruined my innocence.

Qin Mo did not answer immediately.

Xiao Qinghuang's sword intent is recovering, and the cultivation suppressed by the Transformation Furnace is also beginning to loosen.

If this drags on any longer, he might not be able to withstand this sword strike.

"There's something wrong with that fog."

Qin Mo raised his hand, intending to deflect the sword's edge.

Xiao Qinghuang twisted her wrist, pressing the sword tip even closer to the blade.

Stop making excuses.

She stood up, and the light of her sword gathered in the cave.

Su Qingyi was startled awake by the noise. Her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she looked up to see this scene.

She propped herself up on the stone floor, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Xiao Qinghuang, stop."

Xiao Qinghuang did not turn around.

"You're involved too."

Su Qingyi's hand froze in mid-air, her face turning even paler.

Xiao Qinghuang raised her sword and thrust it down.

A streak of blood-red light fell from the cave ceiling and struck the sword.

The longsword veered to one side, its blade energy grazing past Qin Mo's shoulder and cleaving a long gash in the stone wall behind him.

Amidst the blood mist, a woman landed on a trail of red light.

She wore a blood-red dress and carried a black and red magic lamp in her hand.

The light illuminated her face and the clothes scattered on the ground.

"He's about to kill someone as soon as he wakes up."

Yu Linglong glanced at Qin Mo, her eyes filled with a smile.

"You three have made quite a commotion."

Xiao Qinghuang drew her sword and stood in front of Qin Mo.

"Get out of here."

Yu Linglong raised the lamp and shone it on.

The demonic fire suppressed the sword light, and Xiao Qinghuang took three steps back, the stone slabs beneath her feet cracking.

Her hand gripping the sword trembled uncontrollably, and the power of her nascent soul was suppressed by the lamp.

Qin Mo looked up at Yu Linglong, his throat dry.

Peak of Nascent Soul stage.

Yu Linglong's cultivation has reached this level.

"You broke through?"

Yu Linglong turned her face to the side.

"You only recognize me now?"

Qin Mo stared at her, his mind quickly flashing through Lei Ze, the Wanmo Palace, and the clash between immortals and demons just now.

Yu Linglong offered no explanation, but simply put the magic lamp back into her sleeve.

"Qin Mo, come with me."

"Where to?"

Qin Mo pushed himself up to stand, his legs still feeling a little weak.

Yu Linglong raised her hand and grabbed his wrist.

"Go see the patriarch."