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

A Qi Refining Level 1 challenge against a Qi Refining Level 6?

Qin Mo sat cross-legged on a blue stone at the edge of the square, his gaze sweeping coldly over the ten life-or-death arenas in the arena.

The rules of the outer sect competition can be explained in one sentence.

Go up on stage to fight, even if you die, it's all for nothing.

After winning two matches in a row, you can take a break and wait for your cultivation to recover before going back into the game.

As for the losers, those who are still alive can crawl away on their own, while the winners will take all the valuables from the dead bodies and drag them to the mass grave in the back mountains to feed the wild animals.

The law of the jungle prevails; they climb to the top by stepping on the bones of their fellow disciples.

This is the fate of the outer disciples of Yunyu Palace.

Qin Mo looked up at the high platform.

Yan Yuan sat in the center, with two outer sect stewards on his left and right. The three of them crossed their legs, drank tea and ate snacks, occasionally pointing at the stage and sneering.

Below the high platform, the stewards of the alchemy room, the spirit medicine valley, the spirit beast valley, and the patrol hall stood respectfully.

Ma Kun huddled at the back, his eyes fixed on them with a gloomy expression.

"Qin Mo, Qian Dalong is coming up on stage."

Han Dazhuang leaned closer, his voice very low.

"Which one?"

"Channel number five."

Qin Mo looked in the direction he was pointing.

Qian Dalong stepped onto the fifth life-or-death arena, his aura of the sixth level of Qi Refining spreading unrestrainedly.

There was a menial disciple at the third level of Qi Refining standing on the platform. When he saw the newcomer's cultivation level, his face turned pale, and he turned around and jumped off the platform.

"Ha ha!"

Qian Dalong, hands on his hips, threw his head back and laughed loudly, "A bunch of good-for-nothings! Who dares to come up here?"

"That bastard."

Han Dazhuang clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Don't rush."

Qin Mo pulled him up.

Han Dazhuang gritted his teeth, his chest heaving a few times, shook off Qin Mo's hand, strode out, leaped up, and landed steadily on the life-or-death stage.

"Han Dazhuang?"

Qian Dalong narrowed his eyes. "You want to die too?"

"I've put up with you long enough!"

Han Dazhuang lowered his stance, bracing himself with his fists in front of his chest. "Today, I'll smash your mouth to pieces right here on this stage!"

Qin Mo stood up, his gaze fixed intently on the arena.

Han Dazhuang is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and his strength in a head-on confrontation is not much weaker than Qian Dalong's.

However, Qian Dalong's foundation was extremely unstable, as he had jumped from the third to the sixth level of Qi Refining in just a few days.

Cultivation requires a gradual approach; how can anyone break through three levels in just a few days?

Unless some evil method was used.

On the stage, Han Dazhuang made the first move.

He practiced hard martial arts, with veins bulging on his arms. He threw a punch carrying the full power of the fifth level of Qi Refining, the wind from the punch whistling and the air being torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

Qian Dalong slipped, his body twisting to one side like a slippery snake, effortlessly avoiding the punch.

His lips curled slightly upward, a hint of amusement in his smile.

Han Dazhuang's eyes narrowed, and without giving his opponent a chance to breathe, he launched a series of attacks, each punch carrying a gust of wind and a dull force that made the table shake and crack the stone slabs.

"If you can't hit it, you can't hit it."

Qian Dalong dodged left and right, a contemptuous smile on his lips.

Qin Mo figured out the trick.

Qian Dalong's footwork was something that a menial disciple could never learn; someone had given him special instruction.

"Stop running! Fight me head-on!"

Han Dazhuang grew increasingly anxious, and his punches became more and more ferocious.

"A real bull."

As Qian Dalong muttered to himself, taking advantage of the moment when Han Dazhuang's punch missed, he suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed a cloud of black mist straight into Han Dazhuang's face.

Han Dazhuang couldn't dodge in time, and the black mist covered his face.

He screamed, covered his eyes with his hands, and staggered backward.

"Netherworld Poison Mist!"

Some people in the audience changed their expressions.

Qian Dalong lunged forward and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Han Dazhuang's chest.

With a muffled thud, Han Dazhuang spat out blood and flew backward, crashing onto the table and sliding a long distance.

"waste."

Qian Dalong stomped on Han Dazhuang's chest and ground his foot into it. "So what if you're at the fifth level of Qi Refining? You're still under my feet."

Han Dazhuang's eyes were swollen and red, and he couldn't see anything. He was being trampled and couldn't breathe. He struggled desperately but couldn't move.

"stop."

Qin Mo spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the stage.

"Qin Mo?"

Qian Dalong looked down at the crowd below the arena, his grin widening. "Oh, they really came."

Ma Kun, who was standing below the platform, moved his lips slightly.

Qian Dalong's eyes darted around, and then his face lit up with ecstasy.

Three bottles of top-grade Spirit Gathering Pills!

Manager Ma personally promised that if Qin Mo was killed, everything would be his.

"Qin Mo, you want to save this idiot?"

Qian Dalong increased the pressure on his foot, and Han Dazhuang groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. "It's not impossible. You kneel down for me, kowtow three times, and beg me."

"Qin Mo... don't come any closer... they're going to kill you..." Han Dazhuang shouted hoarsely.

Ma Kun's lips moved again.

Qian Dalong's expression changed, and then he sneered, "Fine, since you're a piece of trash, I'll change the terms."

"If you dare to step onto this life-or-death stage, I will release Han Dazhuang."

He stood on Han Dazhuang's chest, looking down at Qin Mo.

The murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.

"Qin Mo! You're just a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining. Coming up here is just suicide. Don't be stupid!"

Han Dazhuang roared with all his might.

"You said it yourself? Let him go?"

Qin Mo's tone was flat and indifferent.

"What's wrong, chickening out?"

Qian Dalong's face was full of disdain. "I keep my word. If you dare to come up, I'll let go immediately."

All the servants and disciples around looked at Qin Mo.

"He's not really going to go up there, is he?"

"A level one Qi Refining cultivator fighting a level six Qi Refining cultivator? Isn't that suicide?"

Laughter rose and fell in waves.

On the high platform, Yan Yuan, who had been eating spirit fruits, stopped and turned his gaze to the gray-robed figure below the fifth life-and-death arena.

"Brother Feng, Brother Zhou, look at that kid."

Yan Yuan gestured with his chin towards the two deacons on his left and right, "Don't you think the way he's standing is a bit off?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Deacon Feng glanced at him and said, "Isn't he just a menial servant at the first level of Qi Refining?"

"That's right, going up there would be suicide; there's no way he'd go up."

Deacon Zhou shook his head.

"Then I'll make a bet with you two."

Yan Yuan picked up his teacup and laughed, "Ten mid-grade spirit stones, I'll bet he dares to go on stage."

"Ten medium-grade items?"

Deacon Feng raised an eyebrow. "Brother Yan, are you giving us money?"

"Of course."

Deacon Zhou patted the armrest. "A piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining, he'd obviously die if he went up there. Unless he's out of his mind, I'll take the gamble."

"I'll gamble too."

Deacon Feng nodded.

Yan Yuan didn't speak again, took a sip of tea, and kept his gaze fixed on Qin Mo.

From below the stage, Han Dazhuang was still yelling, "Qin Mo! Don't come up here!"

Qin Mo lowered his head, patted the dust off his gray robe, and took a step forward.

The laughter in the room faltered.

He stepped onto the first step, his pace unhurried, the hem of his gray robe swaying gently with his movements.

Level 2.

Level 3.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze.

Qin Mo stood on the fifth life-or-death platform, no more than three zhang away from Qian Dalong.

Having reached the first level of Qi Refining, I am now challenging the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"He's gone mad..."

There was a deathly silence all around.

On the high platform, both Deacon Feng and Deacon Zhou froze.