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

Qin Mo did not go directly back to the servants' courtyard.

He first found his way to another stream behind the mountain, washed off the stinking mud all over his body, stuffed his dirty clothes into the cracks in the rocks, and changed into an old set of clothes that Su Qingyi had hidden in the brocade bag she had given him.

Then he circled around for most of the way, turning back along the path from the herb garden on the front mountain.

Just as I entered the house and closed the door, a sharp shout rang out from outside.

"Who is Sun Hu? Show yourself!"

Qin Mo froze.

Shen Ling'er, the inner sect senior sister who bathed in the Emerald Spring, actually caught up with us to the servants' courtyard so quickly.

"Senior sister, I am Sun Hu, may I ask..."

Sun Hu greeted him with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, a scream rang out.

Qin Mo peeked through the crack in the door and saw Sun Hu being blasted away by a palm strike. His back slammed against the courtyard wall, and he slid to the ground with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you sneak up to the spirit spring behind the mountain to spy on your inner sect senior sister bathing! You deserve to die!"

Shen Ling'er stepped forward with a murderous look on her face.

"Senior sister...it's a misunderstanding, it wasn't me...I, Sun Hu, have never been to the Spirit Spring..."

Sun Hu turned pale with fright.

"You didn't go to the back mountain?"

Shen Ling'er said coldly.

Sun Hu did indeed go to the back mountain tonight to plot with Steward Ma how to kill Qin Mo, and he couldn't deny that.

But peeping at my senior sister while she was showering?

How could he possibly have the guts?

"Manager Ma! Manager Ma, say something to me! I went with you to the back mountain to discuss business, not to the Spirit Spring!"

Sun Hu shouted desperately to Ma Kun, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

As soon as Ma Kun stepped into the courtyard, he saw Shen Ling'er's murderous face and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Um... I suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Ma Kun turned and ran away.

What a joke! An inner disciple wants to discipline a menial servant, and he dares to stop him?

"Manager Ma!"

Sun Hu was dumbfounded.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Shen Ling'er raised her eyebrows and took a step forward.

"It really wasn't me... I swear..."

"swear?"

Shen Ling'er's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she raised her leg and kicked Sun Hu precisely in the dantian.

Sun Hu trembled violently, letting out a heart-wrenching scream. He curled up into a ball, clutching his lower abdomen with both hands.

Qin Mo could see clearly that this kick shattered Sun Hu's dantian.

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

Shen Ling'er withdrew her foot, looking down at the convulsing person on the ground, "I'll cripple your cultivation and make sure you remember this day for the rest of your life."

After saying that, she turned around, flicked her sleeves, and strode away.

After Shen Ling'er left, the courtyard became quiet for a few moments.

Then, doors on all four sides opened simultaneously.

"Sun Hu, Sun Hu, you've finally met your match."

Wang Tie was the first to rush forward and kicked Sun Hu hard in the ribs.

The other servants and disciples rushed forward, attacking with fists and feet.

This guy usually bullies the other disciples in the academy because he has the backing of Steward Ma and his cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining.

Now that he's crippled, who's afraid of him anymore?

Qin Mo and the others had finished fighting for a while before slowly pushing open the door and walking out.

The group dispersed, and Sun Hu lay on the ground, his face swollen and covered in blood, barely breathing.

"Tiger, what's wrong?"

Qin Mo quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at him with concern.

"It wasn't me...it really wasn't me..." A tear welled up in Sun Hu's eye, and his voice was barely audible.

Looking at his face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, Qin Mo felt extremely relieved.

You and Ma Kun plotted to kill me tonight, and now you're accusing me?

"Qin Mo, you still care about him? That bastard didn't hold back when he was stepping on you before."

Wang Tie asked, puzzled.

"Well, we still live in the same room. He's already like this, so let's not make things worse for him."

Qin Mo stood up, sighed, and said, "How about we do him a favor and carry him to the back of the mountain to bury him?"

"Ha ha!"

Wang Tie patted Qin Mo on the shoulder and laughed, "I thought you really cared about him."

"No... I can still save him..." Sun Hu on the ground gasped weakly.

"Save my ass."

Wang Tiechong spat at him.

"Go back to sleep, all of you! We have work to do tomorrow!"

Ma Kun's voice came from the courtyard gate.

"Manager Ma... save me..." Sun Hu struggled to lift his head.

Ma Kun's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly.

He had planned for Sun Hu to kill Qin Mo during the competition tomorrow night, but the idiot was crippled by an inner sect senior sister's kick, and the whole plan went down the drain.

"Qin Mo, Wang Tie, carry him back inside."

Ma Kun left after saying that.

Qin Mo and Wang Tie lifted Sun Hu up, dragged him back into the house, and threw him onto the bed.

Qin Mo caught the look Ma Kun gave him as he left.

Sun Hu is crippled, but those who want to kill him are still around.

The inner sect senior sister behind Manager Ma could replace him with someone else at any time.

To save my life right now, there is only one way—to improve my cultivation level.

There are also fourteen streams of Qiankun Qi in the Qiankun Transformation Furnace. As long as waste pills are added, they can be reshaped into finished products.

Where are the most waste pills found?

Remnant Pill Pavilion.

All the waste pills and poisonous pills produced daily in the Yunyu Palace alchemy area are piled up in the Residual Pill Pavilion, awaiting unified destruction.

The place was filled with discarded elixirs, unwanted and undesirable.

Qin Mo couldn't sit still any longer.

He took out the last jar of old wine he had brought back from the town at the foot of the mountain and left the courtyard under the cover of night.

Under the moonlight, he walked through several paths and arrived at the most secluded corner of the alchemy area.

In front of the Remnant Pill Pavilion, a middle-aged man was dozing off against the door frame, with a half-bowl of cold tea beside him.

"Brother Meng."

Qin Mo called out.

Meng Dahai, who was guarding the Remnant Pill Pavilion, opened his eyes and saw Qin Mo. He looked surprised and said, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"I've come to have a couple of drinks with you, and maybe chat a bit."

Qin Mo shook the wine jar in his hand.

"Come on."

Meng Dahai twitched his nose, his gaze falling on the wine jar. "Just say what you want. What are you planning to do?"

"It's nothing serious."

Qin Mo broke the seal, and the aroma of wine immediately wafted out. "I just wanted to ask my elder brother for a few discarded pills so I can figure them out when I get back."

Meng Dahai swallowed hard and shook his head, saying, "Why would you want to ruin your pill? That stuff is highly toxic, and you're only at the first level of Qi Refining..."

He was unaware that Qin Mo had already broken through to the second level of Qi Refining.

"Then give me a few pills to lighten the poisoning. I'm just curious and want to do some research."

Qin Mo pushed the wine jar in front of Meng Dahai.

"Research? You don't mean you want to learn alchemy, do you?"

Meng Dahai shook his head and sighed, "We menial disciples are not qualified to touch the orthodox teachings of alchemy... Never mind, go in and choose for yourself, but don't take too much."

He took a bunch of keys from his waist and tossed them to Qin Mo, then handed him a brown pill: "This is an antidote. Take it before you go in; the poison inside is very strong."

"Thank you so much, brother!"

Qin Mo swallowed the antidote pill, took the key, walked to the front of the pavilion, inserted it into the lock, and the iron door creaked open.

A thick, black aura surged forth.

He had already stopped breathing, but he still felt a wave of dizziness, as if the erysipelas was seeping into his skin through his pores.

The antidote's medicinal power then began to work, gradually dissolving the invading poison.

Qin Mo steadied himself and looked into the pavilion.

The discarded pills were piled up into a small mountain, and black poisonous mist permeated every inch of space. Countless pill bottles, jars, and scattered pills covered the ground, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

These unwanted wastes, when thrown into the Qiankun Rebirth Furnace, can each be reshaped into a finished product.

"Brother, how many of these Remnant Pill Pavilions are there in the palace?"

He raised his voice and asked outside.

"Eighteen, all piled up, a batch is burned down every quarter."

Meng Dahai had already taken a swig from the wine jar and answered vaguely.

Eighteen.

The table was piled high with waste pills.

Qin Mo stood in the black mist, the Qiankun Huasheng Furnace on his chest slightly warm, its patterns flowing.

Only one thought remained in his mind—

He was to take over from Meng Dahai and guard the Remnant Pill Pavilion.