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

"when!"

The deep tolling of the bells shattered the morning's tranquility.

The sound echoed among the peaks, lingering for a long time.

The Yunyu Palace's once-every-ten-year grand competition has officially begun.

The moment the bell rang, countless inner disciples on Cloud Rain Mountain flew towards the summit.

Outer disciples were not qualified to go to the summit and could only gather at the martial arts training square halfway up the mountain.

Qin Mo arrived at the plaza halfway up the mountain and looked up at the summit.

The mountaintop was shrouded in mist, with pavilions and flying eaves nestled among the mountains, and a magnificent hall standing at the highest point.

That is the Zixiao Palace of Yunyu Palace.

The spiritual energy of the entire Cloud Rain Mountain was drawn towards the summit by the Spirit Gathering Array, which was the place where the sect's spiritual energy was most concentrated.

At this moment, sword light occasionally shot into the sky above the mountain peak, spiritual light surged, and primordial energy churned.

The competition among the inner sect senior sisters has begun.

Of course, this has nothing to do with them, the outer disciples.

Even if he defeats all the outer disciples, he still cannot become an inner disciple.

Because the rules of Yunyu Palace clearly state: male disciples from the outer sect are not allowed to enter the inner sect, nor can they receive the sect's true teachings.

In the Cloud and Rain Palace, the only fate for outer sect men is to become the furnace cauldrons of inner sect senior sisters.

If you're lucky, it's not impossible to cultivate to the tenth level of Qi Refining and stand out among the outer disciples.

Would you like to join the inner sect?

dream.

Even knowing the outcome, countless young men still fight tooth and nail to become members of the Cloud and Rain Palace.

"Qin Mo, are you out of your mind?"

Han Dazhuang squeezed through the crowd, grabbed Qin Mo, and gestured towards the edge of the square in a low voice.

Under the old locust tree, Ma Kun leaned against the trunk, staring at them with a gloomy gaze.

"I told you long ago, Manager Ma would attack you during the competition, and you still dared to come? Aren't you just courting death?"

Han Dazhuang stomped his feet in frustration.

Qin Mo smiled but didn't reply.

"Qin Mo, you're dead!"

Qian Dalong looked at him with schadenfreude.

"Am I going to die?"

Qin Mo smiled dismissively.

"You're just a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining. Anyone here is stronger than you. Why are you even participating in this competition? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Qian Dalong's face was full of contempt.

Qin Mo chuckled.

This idiot still thinks he's that useless piece of trash who could be easily manipulated.

"Qian Dalong, shut your mouth!"

Han Dazhuang glared at the past.

"Han Dazhuang, don't think I'm afraid of you just because your cultivation is higher than mine. I'm Manager Ma's man. If you dare touch me, you'd better watch out for your dog's life!"

Qian Dalong shouted.

"Tch, Steward Ma's dog."

Qin Mo raised his voice, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Ma Kun in the distance, "Old Ma, keep your dog under control, don't let it bark here."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone around Qin Mo looked at him in horror.

Is this kid crazy?

Provoking Manager Ma in public?

"Qin Mo, are you crazy?"

Han Dazhuang was shocked.

Manager Ma is a vindictive man; Qin Mo insulted him to his face—he must have a death wish.

Moreover, the outer sect competition is a life-or-death arena, where victory and defeat are determined, and life and death are decided.

"Qin Mo, today is your death day."

Ma Kun stared at him coldly, his tone resolute.

In his eyes, Qin Mo was nothing but a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining, who was lucky to have survived.

Now that he's personally taking action, what kind of trouble can Qin Mo possibly cause?

"yes."

Qin Mo smiled faintly.

"Open the stage!"

Just then, a loud shout came from the high platform.

A middle-aged outer sect elder waved his sleeve.

"Boom..."

The ground of the square trembled, and ten enormous life-and-death platforms slowly rose from the ground, their blue stone surfaces engraved with array patterns.

"The outer sect disciple competition shall now begin!"

The entire room fell silent.

Qin Mo recognized the person on the high platform.

Yan Yuan, the elder in charge of the outer sect, is at the Foundation Establishment stage and was originally the furnace cauldron of a certain inner sect senior sister.

"Rules of the contest: one-on-one, life and death are left to fate."

Yan Yuan coldly surveyed the entire audience, "Anyone who disagrees may come up on stage at any time to challenge anyone on stage."

He paused, then said, "The top three winners of the competition will receive the following rewards:"

"First place: 1,000 low-grade spirit stones, one high-grade magic weapon, and ten ninth-grade spirit gathering pills."

"Second place: 900 low-grade spirit stones, one mid-grade magic weapon, and five ninth-grade spirit gathering pills."

"Third place: 800 low-grade spirit stones, one low-grade magic weapon, and three ninth-grade spirit gathering pills."

"Fourth place,..."

Qin Mo heard it clearly: starting from fourth place, only spirit stones and magic weapons remained, no more spirit gathering pills.

The rewards for the top three are enough to make any outer disciple fight tooth and nail for them.

The sect's intentions were crystal clear: to make everyone fight tooth and nail for the top three spots.

Qin Mo had no interest in these rewards.

He came to participate in the competition for only two reasons.

First, settle accounts with Ma Kun.

Second, pry open Ma Kun's mouth and find out which senior sister from the inner sect was behind the plot to kill him.

"Alright, let's begin."

After Yan Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and sat down.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted atop the mountain.

Qin Mo looked up, his pupils slightly contracted.

Two figures soared into the sky, moving rapidly above the mountain peak, and engaged in a fierce battle.

One of them was dressed in white, holding a long sword, whose aura was chilling to the heavens.

It was none other than Shen Ruoyan, the senior sister of Yunyu Palace.

She broke through to the Golden Core realm.

Her opponent, clad in a crimson robe, wielded a fiery blade that slashed down with unparalleled power.

Fang Yue is Elder Tang Mei's personal disciple.

The two fought to a standstill.

Fang Yue has also broken through to the Golden Core Realm?

The vast fluctuations of primordial energy disrupted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth above the mountain peak.

The sword light, as cold as lightning, tore through the void, and the blazing magic blade scorched the sky.

This is the power of the Golden Elixir.

A large array blocked the way halfway up the mountain, so the outer disciples were not affected.

Even with their eyesight, they couldn't see the battle situation on the mountaintop.

After Qin Mo broke through to the peak of the Bronze Skin Realm, his eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people. He not only saw clearly who the two sides in the battle were, but also had a clear understanding of their fighting styles.

At this moment, some people had already jumped onto the platform of life and death.

The outer sect competition has officially begun.

Qin Mo walked to the edge of the square and found an open space to sit cross-legged.

"Qin Mo, if I were you, I'd better find a crack in the ground to crawl into, then I can live a couple more days."

Qian Dalong came over again.

"You, I will kill."

Qin Mo raised his eyes, his tone indifferent.

"Ha! You? A piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining dares to kill me? Let me tell you, I've already broken through to the third level of Qi Refining!"

Qian Dalong threw his head back and laughed loudly.

Qin Mo closed his eyes and ignored him.

……

High in the sky, a woman in white stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the two figures fighting fiercely on the summit of Yunyu Mountain.

She was Shangguan Yue, who was disguised as "Ru Hua" Wen Xiu.

The dark circles under his eyes had not completely faded.

"The Cloud Rain Palace is not weak."

She nodded slightly.

The black-clad maid behind her whispered, "Miss, why does the Azure Dragon Sect dare to attack the Cloud Rain Palace at this time?"

"The two sides are evenly matched. If they really fight, even if the Azure Dragon Sect wins, it will be severely weakened."

Shangguan Yue was also pondering this question.

Two equally matched factions should not easily go to war.

Even if the Azure Dragon Sect were to take down the Cloud Rain Palace, the cost would be devastating, making it a losing proposition.

"Miss, I have inadvertently intercepted a message."

The maid in black lowered her voice, "The Nascent Soul Ancestor of Yunyu Palace... seems to be dead."

Shangguan Yue turned her head, her gaze sharpening.

After a moment, she said softly, "I see."