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

Qin Mo stood still, a chill running down his neck.

Qin Mo, Chu Wuming, and the Masked Pill King.

He has used these three names for so long, but most people around him only know one or two of them.

Yu Linglong, on the other hand, rattled off everything as soon as she opened her mouth, not missing a single one.

He extended his divine sense along the lamplight, and his brow twitched twice.

Peak of Nascent Soul stage.

When she captured him in Chisha Town, she had just formed her Nascent Soul and needed the Bone-Illuminating Lamp and the Blood Pattern Seal to suppress him.

Only a few days had passed before she reached the top in one go.

Xiao Qinghuang endured so much hardship in the cave before finally reaching this level.

Yu Linglong didn't even break a sweat.

Yu Linglong saw his reaction clearly, crossed her arms, and held her chin high.

"You've been hiding it well, but unfortunately, with just a casual touch from the ancestor, all your secrets have been exposed."

Qin Mo's throat felt dry.

The empress grabbed his shoulders in mid-air, and it only took a few breaths for the whole thing to happen.

At that time, he was focused on breaking free from the demonic energy, and his mind was turned inside out, but he didn't notice at all.

The Furnace blocked the Demon Seal, but it couldn't stop this attack.

If a divine avatar has such abilities, just how powerful is the woman's true form?

Yu Linglong took two steps forward, her black dress sweeping across the floor tiles, her exposed white shoulders dazzling under the light.

She looked Qin Mo up and down, her gaze slowly sweeping back and forth, making one's back tingle with unease.

The water dungeon in Chisha Town was a trap she set up herself, and Qin Mo was imprisoned there by her own hand.

As a result, this person shattered the array's core and swaggered away with Leng Qingqiu.

From that day on, people in the Heavenly Demon Sect never stopped gossiping about her behind her back.

She had always been thinking about the masked Dan King, but who would have thought that the real Dan King was standing right in front of her.

She licked her back molars.

"Ever since we parted ways in the water dungeon, I've been thinking about you every day, and I can't sleep soundly at night."

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched at her words.

"Thinking about me? Do you want me to thwart your plans again, or do you want me to slip through your fingers again?"

Deep within the main hall was a throne that had been empty until now a demonic shadow appeared upon it.

The Empress leaned against the armrest, propping her head up with one hand, and just looked at the two people below without saying a word.

Yu Linglong laughed out loud.

"I don't want to do anything else, I just want to pin you to the ground and give you a good beating."

As soon as she finished speaking, the aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator pressed down on her.

The lights in the hall all tilted to one side, and the floor tiles under Qin Mo's feet cracked in several places.

Qin Mo's mind was not on this.

The innate Five Elements Dao Body, the key to the Heavenly Gate.

The female immortal was unwilling to risk his life, but the empress simply kidnapped him.

What exactly does the word "key" mean?

Do they want his blood, his bones, or do they want him stuffed whole into that broken door?

Yu Linglong's face darkened.

"You dare to daydream while standing right in front of me?"

Qin Mo snapped out of his daze and glanced at the throne.

For the Empress, killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.

But she went to so much trouble to bring people in, and hasn't done anything yet, which means she wants them alive.

If he wants to live, what is he afraid of?

Qin Mo flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked.

"Want to hit me? First, see if your hands have the weight."

"A mere Golden Core cultivator, yet he's quite stubborn."

Yu Linglong laughed so hard her shoulders shook, but her eyes grew increasingly fierce.

Qin Mo didn't reply.

A Golden Core cultivator at the early stage facing off against a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak—anyone who heard that would laugh their heads off.

But his Five Elements Golden Body had just been truly perfected, and the energy pent up in his bones still had nowhere to go.

He was never afraid of Yu Linglong.

What truly worried him was the woman on the throne, propping her head up and watching the show.

Yu Linglong was too lazy to say anything more and reached forward with her right hand.

"The Blood Prison Soul Catcher."

Demonic energy surged from her palm, gathering above Qin Mo's head into a massive black and red hand the size of a small mountain.

He clenched his five fingers together, and the surrounding air tightened. A heavy force pressed down from above, locking Qin Mo tightly from head to toe.

Qin Mo's shoulders slumped, and his chest pushed outward.

The five-colored qi and blood circulated throughout his body, and the force that had been locking him in dissipated completely.

The giant hand had already landed on his head.

Qin Mo calmly clenched his fist and punched it upwards.

"Bang!"

The giant hand split open from the center, and black and red demonic energy scattered and fell.

Before the wind from the punch had even stopped, Qin Moren was no longer in the same spot.

When he reappeared, he was only three feet away from Yu Linglong.

When Qin Mo took that step, he was stunned for a moment.

After achieving perfect golden body, his speed and strength increased several times over, and his body was so light that he almost couldn't stop himself.

Yu Linglong's expression changed.

"Bloodstained Demon Armor!"

A layer of jet-black armor plates stretched from her neck down to her waist, completely covering her snow-white skin.

Qin Mo's fist still slammed down.

The armor plate was smashed in, causing a dent, and Yu Linglong was sent flying backward, her back slamming heavily against the palace wall.

A net-like structure appeared in the wall, and she bounced back along the base of the wall, collapsing onto the floor tiles.

Qin Mo shook the demonic fire off his fist.

"Even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't be affected by a single punch."

The demonic figure on the throne shifted its position, and its voice drifted over lazily.

"With his innate Five Elements Dao Body, his strength has not disappointed me."

A series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the palace gate.

A group of people walked in with their heads down, and the leader was none other than the Netherworld Cult Master.

Just a few hours ago, this person was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and was sent flying by Qin Mo's punch.

Now his aura has firmly reached the Nascent Soul stage, clearly benefiting from the Empress's demonic light.

When the Netherworld Cult Leader saw Qin Mo, his eyelids twitched, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He led the elders behind him to stand on both sides of the main hall, bowing lower than anyone else.

Yu Linglong pushed herself up from the ground.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. A section of her magic armor was dented, and the edges of the armor plates were still crumbling.

She is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

She didn't even have a chance to dodge that punch.

The ancestor even praised him as having the body of the Dao.

Just how much is this person hiding?

Unfortunately, the entire Netherworld Cult was watching. She could lose face in front of anyone else, but she couldn't afford to lose face in front of this group.

She clenched her teeth.

"You just wait."

As soon as she finished speaking, the demonic energy around her surged, and a figure that looked exactly like her walked out of the demonic energy.

The figure carried a black and red demonic lamp, its body wreathed in blood-red patterns, and its aura was even more ferocious than the woman herself.

Nascent Soul Incarnation.

Qin Mo closed his fist, and the relaxation on his face gradually faded.

……

At the same time, the area in front of the Ancient Immortal Gate was already crowded with people.

More and more cultivators who had escaped the demonic realm gathered, all crowding under the celestial light.

The runes on the surface of the immortal gate rotated in circles, emanating a muffled rumbling sound, one after another.

Everyone knew that a wealth of opportunities awaited them behind that door.

The crowd grew larger and larger, but no one dared to step inside.

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"If you're all shrinking back and refusing to come in, then I, Luo Zhengnan, will go in first!"

Everyone around turned to look.

A burly man carrying a ghost-head knife, his shirt open, squeezed out from the crowd.

Behind him followed a girl in a red dress, who was none other than Luo Hongyao.

Luo Zhengnan strode towards the Immortal Gate, and Luo Hongyao pursed her lips and followed him.