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

Inside the Remnant Pill Pavilion, discarded pills were piled up like mountains.

Qin Mo stared at the massive pile of pills before him, his breathing becoming heavier.

The quantity far exceeded his expectations.

But after standing there for only a short while, his head began to feel heavy and his vision blurred.

The antidote pill's potency had reached its limit and was no match for the thick poison in the area.

He was just about to grab a handful of useless pills and leave when his dantian suddenly felt a heat.

A powerful suction force rose from the depths of the dantian, sweeping through the body's meridians like a vortex.

Those poisonous pills that invaded the flesh and blood, causing dizziness and lightheadedness, were actually pulled away from the meridians one by one, flowing back along the flow of qi and blood, and all of them were absorbed into the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The furnace wall trembled slightly, and the poison turned into wisps of green smoke, dissipating completely.

Qin Mo felt a sense of lightness throughout his body; the dull, aching pain in his limbs and bones vanished instantly, and the dizziness he had felt earlier disappeared completely.

This furnace... can it even be used to treat erysipelas?

He was stunned for a moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

Others would have to leave after staying here for half a minute, but he can remain unharmed.

What Remnant Pill Pavilion? This is clearly a treasure trove!

As long as there is enough internal energy in the transformation furnace, all these discarded pills can be transformed into genuine finished pills.

What others avoided like the plague was an inexhaustible treasure trove for him.

Qin Mo took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and quickly sorted out his thoughts.

First, he needs to find a way to become a guardian disciple of the Remnant Pill Pavilion so that he can access discarded pills at any time.

Secondly, the source of the Qi of Heaven and Earth must also be found.

Once these two issues are resolved, why worry about not being able to improve one's cultivation level?

What's wrong with having mixed spiritual roots of the five elements?

Even if I were to take pills, I could still get them.

However, that old dog Ma Kun won't let this go.

Sun Hu was crippled, but the inner sect senior sister behind him is still there.

The person who comes in last place in tomorrow night's handyman competition will be assigned to guard the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

Ma Kun will definitely arrange for someone to kill him during the competition.

To admit defeat outright?

Don't even think about it, Ma Kun would love for him to die.

We must improve our cultivation as soon as possible; only if we survive can we talk about the future.

"Brother Qin, have you made your choice yet? Come out and have a drink!"

Meng Dahai shouted from outside.

Qin Mo snapped out of his daze and glanced at the abandoned pill mountain in front of him.

He reached out and grabbed a few pills, all of them pitch black, their surfaces covered in poison, making it impossible to tell what kind of pills they were.

There's no time to worry about that now.

He started stuffing it directly into the storage bag.

This storage bag is of the lowest grade, with limited space to begin with, and the poison from the discarded pills is constantly corroding the bag walls.

When about sixty pills were filled, the storage bag was already getting slightly hot.

If you stuff any more in, the bag will probably rot.

Qin Mo stopped and counted them; there were sixty-three in total.

He put away the storage bag and looked up into the depths of the valley.

The black mist above those few remaining pill pavilions was more than ten times denser than here.

All the high-grade discarded pills are in there.

Once I become the guardian disciple here, those pavilions will be mine sooner or later.

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked out of the Remnant Pill Pavilion, locking the iron gate behind him.

As soon as the door closed, the poison was sealed inside by the spirit-locking array, with only wisps of black energy seeping out from the outside.

"Brother, don't take too many useless pills."

Meng Dahai held the wine jar, looking nervous. "The shift handover is in three days. If someone finds out that the quantity is short, I'll be in big trouble."

"Don't worry, brother, I only took a little."

Qin Mo smiled and sat down opposite him. "My lousy storage bag can't hold many."

"That's good."

Meng Dahai breathed a sigh of relief and took another swig of wine.

Looking at his gaunt face, Qin Mo asked, "Brother, with your Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation and the antidote pills, you still can't withstand the poison here?"

Meng Dahai put down the wine jar with a wry smile: "Brother, you've never been here before, so you don't know."

"When I first came here six months ago, I could eat three bowls of rice in one meal and lift a hundred-pound medicine barrel like it was nothing. Look at me now."

He stretched out his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and he was so thin he was practically skin and bones.

"Erysipelas takes time to spread, and antidotes can only provide temporary relief, not permanent protection."

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment, but his resolve only grew stronger.

Others would have their bodies corroded by erysipelas, but he wouldn't.

The Transformation Furnace could completely eliminate the poison from the pills, making this place a paradise for him.

"It's getting late, and there's still a lot of work to be done in the alchemy room tomorrow."

Qin Mo stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Big brother, I'll be leaving now."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Meng Dahai waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the wine jar, wishing Qin Mo would leave quickly so he could enjoy the fine wine all to himself.

Qin Mo left the valley and did not return to the servants' courtyard. Instead, he went straight to the hidden cave in the back mountain and sat down cross-legged.

He couldn't wait to activate the Qiankun Transformation Furnace and then poured out sixty-three waste pills from his storage bag.

First, put one in, and the character "一" (one) floats up on the furnace wall.

A burst of cosmic energy reshapes a discarded elixir.

Same as last time.

But instead of immediately initiating the reshaping, he threw in another one.

He stared intently at the numbers on the furnace wall.

"one".

Nothing has changed.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up, and he continued to throw in the third, fourth, and so on, one after another.

It wasn't until the thirty-fourth one went into the furnace that the number jumped to "two".

He tried to take one out, and the number returned to "one".

"A single strand of cosmic energy... can shape thirty-three objects?"

Qin Mo was stunned, and then a wave of heartache washed over him.

Last time, he used a burst of Qiankun Qi to create only one Qi Gathering Pill.

Big loss.

That's the Qi of Heaven and Earth that I've painstakingly accumulated.

He gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated.

"Reshape".

With a thought, a surge of cosmic energy erupted, merging with the thirty-three discarded pills within the cauldron.

The furnace shone brightly, and a rich fragrance of elixir wafted from its opening.

After a moment, the furnace returned to calm.

Several lines of text appeared on the furnace wall:

Qi Gathering Pill, Grade 9, Lower Level, 8 pills.

Body Tempering Pill, Grade 9, Three pills.

Peiyuan Pill, Grade 9, Lower Level, two pills.

Qi-Nourishing Pill, Grade 9, Lower Level, 5 pills.

Youth-preserving pills, grade nine, two pills.

……

They were all ninth-grade pills, all of the lowest grade, not even a single eighth-grade one.

Although no high-quality pills were produced, Qin Mo's hands still couldn't help but tremble.

A single low-grade ninth-rank pill can sell for two to three hundred low-grade spirit stones on the market.

After this batch comes out, how can he still be a poor wretch?

He lifted the furnace lid, and thirty-three pills of different colors lay quietly at the bottom of the furnace, their fragrance wafting out.

He still had thirteen strands of Qiankun Qi left.

Thirteen paths, each with thirty-three reshaped beads.

Four hundred and twenty-nine grade nine pills.

Qin Moguang's fingers trembled as he did the calculations.

Without further hesitation, he threw the remaining thirty waste pills into the transformation furnace.

"Reshape".

The Qi of Heaven and Earth surged forth once more, enveloping the discarded pill.

Qin Mo stared at the Furnace of Transformation enveloped in spiritual light, his chest burning.

Su Qingyi, you said that I have mixed spiritual roots of the five elements, and that I am destined to be immortal in this life.

You kicked me away, telling me to go back to the mortal world, farm, and get married.

Qin Mo clenched his fists.

Once I finish this batch, I'll immediately consume the elixir to improve my cultivation.