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

As Luo Zhengnan stepped one foot across the threshold, someone in the crowd immediately gasped.

On either side of the gate stood a stone general, each one taller than the city wall by half a head.

Shi Jiang's features had long been worn smooth by the wind, but the bronze halberd in his hand shone brightly.

The celestial light on the blade flowed down in layers, and its pure aura could be smelled even from a hundred feet away.

One of the rogue monks' Adam's apples bobbed up and down twice.

"Two complete and intact celestial artifacts, just stuck like this at the door?"

A collective gasp filled the air.

Everyone wanted to pry the long spear off, but no one moved an inch.

The stone stood there, and no one dared to risk their life to see if it would raise its hand.

Luo Zhengnan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He carried the ghost-head knife on his shoulder, strode in with his chest exposed, and the soles of his shoes made a clattering sound on the stone slabs.

Luo Hongyao clutched the hem of his clothes and followed behind, her red dress shimmering in the ethereal light, making one dizzy.

The brother and sister walked about ten steps before their figures were swallowed up by the light behind the door, without even a glance back.

Those outside held their breath, waiting for screams to erupt from inside.

After waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

As they waited, several more groups of people appeared in front of the door.

Xiao Duanyue, with disheveled hair, squeezed to the front, his brocade robe charred black, followed by Xiao Yanshan, whose face was sallow.

Less than thirty feet away from them, Luo Zhenyue rode on the back of a golden-armored rhinoceros, with seven or eight Core Formation beasts behind him, all of them wounded.

The two groups were fighting desperately on the hillside, but now the demonic energy was right up to their heels, and neither of them had a free hand. They could only glare at each other.

Xiao Wu'e stood alone at the edge of the crowd.

Before the fragrance of the Heavenly Embryo Fruit had even dissipated, the aura of his newly ascended Nascent Soul pressed down, causing the surrounding rogue cultivators to automatically clear a large area.

The disciples of Jian Ge also arrived, and the group huddled together, glancing back at the road they had come from from time to time.

A disciple of the Sword Pavilion stood on tiptoe to peek back.

"Why hasn't Senior Brother Xie returned yet?"

The people around him didn't say anything, they just shook their heads.

Hua Meiniang and the others huddled behind the crowd.

The poison in Sikong Ji's shoulder had just been expelled, and his face had not yet regained its color.

Shen Ruoyan supported Xu Qingqing, and the Ancestral Master's Token in Cang Wuyue's hand was so hot that she had to switch hands several times.

Hua Meiniang didn't even glance inside the door.

She kept her face upturned, staring at the patch of sky where the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons had disappeared.

When Qin Mo was taken away by the Empress, she couldn't even fly.

The oppressive force was so great that even those at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage would have to lie down; for her to rush forward would only be suicide.

But the forbidden spell that annihilates the gods is still in her divine aperture.

It was warm, and it kept jumping.

If the master dies, this forbidden spell will take her with her.

If it's still beating, then the person must still be alive.

Hua Meiniang pressed her temples and let out a long breath.

"The master is still breathing, so don't look so sad."

Shen Ruoyan pulled Xu Qingqing closer to her.

"So what if we're panting? We don't even know where the door to that temple is."

Cang Wuyue raised her chin at the Immortal Sect.

"Then let's go in and rob them. Once we've looted enough treasures and increased our cultivation, we can storm the Demon Palace and demand the people back."

Sikong Ji didn't say a word, hung the Purple Lightning Longbow on his back, and was the first to step out.

Hua Meiniang followed, twisting her waist and bumping Shen Ruoyan with her shoulder.

"Once we get our owner back, he can't renege on his debt for those nights, not even once."

Shen Ruoyan's ears turned bright red on the spot. She glared at her, but walked even faster.

Their movement stirred up the spirits of those at the door.

The city behind the gate has been said for countless years to be a treasure trove within the ancient immortal sect.

Elixirs, magical treasures, and incomplete immortal scriptures—any one of these could be picked up and taken out, enough to feed an entire sect for hundreds of years.

Of those who enter the ruins, eight out of ten never return, but the two who do return later become powerful figures in their respective regions.

Now that brute has gone in first, how much good stuff will be left?

One of the old, one-armed cultivators couldn't hold on any longer. He grabbed his iron crutch and rushed out, plunging headfirst into the light.

Once someone took the lead, a second and a third quickly followed.

In the blink of an eye, the area in front of the door was packed with people.

Xiao Duanyue cursed and led the remnants of the Xiao family to squeeze inside. Luo Zhenyue slapped the rhinoceros and followed.

Xiao Wu'e walked at the back, glanced back at the chaotic crowd, and then slowly stepped across the threshold.

……

In the very center of the immortal city, a magnificent white jade palace stands at the highest point.

Two rows of ancient immortal generals stood in the hall, each wearing azure-gold armor taller than a person, with long swords held horizontally in their hands.

The armor was empty, so you couldn't see the face, but two pale golden flames burned in the eye sockets.

Seated on the jade throne above the main hall was a white-clad immortal figure whose face was obscured.

A water mirror was suspended in front of her.

In the mirror, the people outside the door were pushing and shoving each other as they poured into the city.

The one-armed old cultivator ran in the lead, while Xiao Duanyue used his arm to fling away the rogue cultivators blocking his way. Hua Meiniang and the others crept in along the wall.

After looking at it for a while, Xianying opened her right hand.

A formation plate fell into her palm.

The nine concentric rings on the plate rotate independently, each ring containing a dense array of stars.

As you circle around, a large portion of the spiritual energy from the twelve palaces outside the door flows towards this side.

The Taiyi Immortal-Slaying Formation.

Fairy Shadow pressed down on the innermost ring with her thumb.

"It's been 100,000 years. Not a single one of this batch needs to be released."

Two rows of celestial generals knelt on one knee in unison, their armor plates striking the floor tiles, causing the entire hall to vibrate.

In the past, she would deliberately let a few people leave with their treasures so that the sects in the Eastern Continent would continue to send people in.

This time, it's not necessary.

……

Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, Qin Mo punched the chest of the Nascent Soul incarnation.

The avatar only swayed slightly.

It pressed the magic lamp down, and the black and red flames climbed up Qin Mo's arm, scalding his skin until it sizzled and smoked.

Qin Mo took three steps back, leaving a trail of broken tiles beneath his feet.

The five elements of Qi and blood circulated rapidly within his body, and every bone was radiating light.

Five colors—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—surged out from the pores, enveloping the entire body, turning the person into a burning ball of five-colored fire.

The two exchanged dozens of moves.

With his avatar in front of him, Yu Linglong actually managed to fight him to a standstill.

Qin Mo threw a punch, the force of which created ripples in the air.

The avatar stepped in front of Yu Linglong and caught the punch with one hand.

"Bang!"

Yu Linglong hid behind the avatar and tucked her loose hair behind her ear.

"The demonic energy of the entire Demon Palace obeys my command. What makes you, a mere Golden Core cultivator, think you can outlast me?"

Qin Mo licked the blood off his lips and laughed.

"Wait and see? The thing I'm least afraid of in my life is waiting and seeing with a woman."

Before he could finish speaking, the five-colored light on his fist shone even brighter.

A force several times stronger than before slammed out from the fist.

The avatar's right hand shattered first, then its entire arm, and finally half of its body dissipated into black smoke.

The avatar was blasted backwards.

Yu Linglong was connected to it by soul; she felt a tightness in her chest and was thrown out.

Her eyes were wide open.

"You're still holding back?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

He took a step forward and was already above Yu Linglong's head, stomping his right foot down on her lower back.

"boom!"

Yu Linglong crashed into the ground from mid-air, creating a large crater.

Her bones cracked all over her body, and she spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor tiles.

The Blood-Patterned Demon Armor was dented in a large area.

If it weren't for this layer of armor, that stomp would have cut her in two.

She lay at the bottom of the pit, her mind buzzing.

He was only at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm.

What kind of monster is someone who has cultivated their body to the highest level?

The elders of the Netherworld Cult on both sides simultaneously took a half step back.

The Netherworld Cult Leader lowered his head, his eyelids twitching incessantly.

Qin Mo's shoes ground against her snow-white lower back as he looked down into the pit.

"Who was just saying they were going to pin me to the ground and give me a good beating? Who's down there now?"

Yu Linglong's face turned red to the roots of her neck, her teeth were clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound, and she couldn't utter a single word of curse.

Qin Mo lifted his right foot.

If this woman doesn't learn her lesson today, she'll come back with a lantern to cause trouble next time.

On the throne, the Empress lowered the hand that had been supporting her head.

That's enough.

Qin Mo snorted and, without turning his head, stomped his raised foot down hard on Yu Linglong's lower back.