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

On the stage of life and death.

Qin Mo punched through Qian Dalong's chest cavity.

Qian Dalong, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was pierced through by the force of the fist, and he was slammed backward onto the table, his eyes wide open, dead beyond any doubt.

In the square, you could hear a pin drop.

The expressions on the faces of all the outer disciples froze.

Everyone knows that in their eyes, Qin Mo is just a useless servant at the first level of Qi Refining.

Yet this seemingly useless guy managed to punch through Qian Dalong, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Even if you saw it with your own eyes, no one would believe it.

The discussions around the fifth life-or-death arena fell silent for several breaths, as if someone had choked them.

The outer disciples around the other life-and-death arenas in the distance all turned to look, asking each other what was going on.

After hearing the whole story, they were all dumbfounded.

A menial servant at the first level of Qi Refining?

One punch to instantly kill a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator?

Who are you trying to fool?

But when they saw the corpse with a hole in its chest on the stage, and then saw Qin Mo still standing on the stage without even taking a breath, all their doubts were swallowed back down.

The news spread like wildfire. In less than twenty breaths, tens of thousands of eyes across the entire square were focused on the gray-robed figure on the fifth life-or-death stage.

"Could this person be a body cultivator?"

Someone murmured something.

Even someone like Han Dazhuang, who is naturally strong, could not possibly punch through Qian Dalong's body with all his might.

The force of that punch was terrifyingly excessive.

……

High in the sky, Shangguan Yue looked down at the gray-robed figure on the fifth life-or-death stage, her fingertips lightly touching her sleeve.

"Body cultivation?"

She tilted her head slightly.

The maidservant stood by, not daring to utter a sound.

Shangguan Yue possessed a secret treasure that concealed her presence, so no one could detect that she was watching the show from the sky.

She felt that the figure and gait of this handyman disciple looked familiar, but his aura was indeed only at the first level of Qi Refining.

She didn't think too much about it, but simply memorized the name.

……

On the stage, Qin Mo didn't even glance at Qian Dalong's corpse for a moment before turning around and walking straight towards the steps.

He came to this life-or-death arena to kill Qian Dalong.

Below the platform, Ma Kun stared at Qin Mo's back, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

He ultimately did not jump onto the stage at that moment.

Because he has more important opponents to deal with.

Qin Mo walked down the steps, and Han Dazhuang, despite his injuries, came to greet him.

His eyes had just been injured by the Netherworld Poison Mist, the blood on his forehead hadn't dried yet, and his whole face was swollen beyond recognition.

"Qin Mo, you're fucking awesome..."

Han Dazhuang's voice trembled, a mixture of excitement and lingering fear.

"Stop talking nonsense, get your eyes treated first."

Qin Mo frowned as she looked at his swollen eyes.

"He won't die!"

Han Dazhuang waved his hand dismissively.

Qin Mo didn't linger and walked through the crowd towards the outside of the square.

Wherever he passed, all the outer disciples made way for him, and no one dared to block his path.

He walked to the bluestone at the edge of the square and sat back down.

The competition among the outer disciples continued.

There are at least tens of thousands of outer disciples of Yunyu Palace, but the Life and Death Arena is a matter of life and death, and not everyone has the courage to go up there and gamble with their life.

In less than half a day, the competition was nearing its end.

Qin Mo noticed that an outer disciple at the ninth level of Qi Refining had occupied the first platform and waited for almost half an hour, but no one dared to go up.

Subsequently, stations number two and three were also occupied by people.

The fourth, fifth, sixth... all the way up to the tenth life-or-death arena, were all occupied.

With no one else stepping up to challenge, the top ten of the outer sect competition were decided.

These ten people will be qualified to challenge the various housekeepers.

If you win, you can take over.

Once you become the manager, you no longer have to be a beast of burden, but rather the one riding on the back of a beast of burden.

"Who else wants to come up on stage?"

Yan Yuan stood up on the high platform and glanced around.

The audience was silent.

Among the ten outer disciples on the ten life-and-death arenas, the one with the highest cultivation level is Zhao Tie at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and the one with the lowest cultivation level is at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Alright, let's begin the top ten ranking competition."

Yan Yuan had barely finished speaking.

"No need to compete anymore, Brother Zhao is number one, I have no objection."

"I agree."

"Brother Zhao is the strongest, no one can argue with him being ranked number one."

The other nine people clasped their hands in a fist salute, and none of them jumped out to argue.

Zhao Tie is at the tenth level of Qi Refining, which puts him ahead of everyone else. Who would be so bored as to go looking for trouble?

The ten people discussed and ranked themselves according to their cultivation level on the spot.

Qin Mo smiled slightly upon seeing this.

Cultivating immortality is not just about cultivating immortality, but also about cultivating human relationships and understanding the ways of the world.

"Managers of all departments, prepare for battle."

Yan Yuan turned to the dozens of managers below the stage.

The once-a-decade competition is also a time for these managers to prove themselves.

"Liu Deshan! Do you dare come up on stage with me?"

Ma Kun suddenly stood up, his gaze coldly fixed on a dark-faced man in the crowd.

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow.

coming.

"Ma Kun, have you lost your mind?"

The dark-faced man was Liu Deshan, the manager of the No. 1 alchemy room. He looked Ma Kun up and down, a sneer on his face. "You, a mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator, dare to challenge me?"

"Enough talk, are we going to go or not?"

A sinister smile crept across Ma Kun's lips.

"Very well, since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll do you this favor."

Liu Deshan leaped up, unleashing a beam of spiritual light with both palms. Stepping on the condensed spiritual energy, he landed steadily on the number one life-or-death stage.

"Manager Liu has mastered the Wind-Riding Step..."

Someone in the audience gasped.

Ma Kun sneered, then suddenly pushed off the ground with both feet, leaping onto a platform several meters high using only his physical strength.

"Ten years ago on this very stage, you stepped on my face and asked me if I submitted."

Ma Kun stared at Liu Deshan and said, slowly and deliberately, "Today, it's your turn to taste that flavor."

Liu Deshan frowned.

"Back then you were a dog crawling on the ground begging for mercy, and ten years later you're still a dog."

"yes."

Ma Kun's aura suddenly surged.

The fluctuations of the sixth level of Qi Refining dissipated instantly, and a dull spiritual pressure swept out from his body, causing the pebbles on the table to fly away with a crackling sound.

Qi Refining Level Nine!

The entire audience gasped.

"you!"

Liu Deshan's expression changed drastically.

"Liu Deshan, you didn't expect this, did you?"

Ma Kun sneered, "I've put up with you for ten whole years."

"Even if you're at the ninth level of Qi Refining, what makes you think you can match my Wind Riding Steps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Kun suddenly reached into his robes with his right hand, pulled out a jet-black talisman, and with a burst of spiritual power, flung it directly at Liu Deshan's face.

"Bone-Corroding Poison Talisman!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Liu Deshan hurriedly summoned his spiritual energy to protect himself, but the moment the talisman exploded, a cloud of dark green poisonous mist had already penetrated his protective aura and stuck to his chest.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the square.

Liu Deshan's skin and flesh festered and turned black at a visible speed, as if it had been doused with acid.

He collapsed onto the table, his limbs twitching.

Ma Kun stepped forward and placed one foot on Liu Deshan's dantian.

A dull thud of bones breaking echoed.

"No... have mercy... Master Ma, have mercy..."

Liu Deshan let out a hoarse, miserable scream.

"You spared my life ten years ago because you didn't think I was worth killing."

Ma Kun looked down at him, his tone icy cold, "I'm not letting you off today because you deserve to die."

He lifted his foot and slammed it down.

Liu Deshan's head exploded on the table.

The entire room fell silent.

Ma Kun squatted down, slowly took the storage bag from Liu Deshan's corpse and put it in his pocket, then straightened up and looked around with a triumphant air.

"From today onwards, I, Ma Kun, will be in charge of the No. 1 Earth-level Alchemy Room."

He strode to the edge of the platform, opened his arms, and said, "Anyone else who disagrees? Come on up here."

Ten thousand people were silent.

No one dared to make a move.

Even Zhao Tie, who was ranked first, lowered his head.

These managers are all hiding deadly tricks; who knows what other insidious methods they have up their sleeves?

Ma Kun laughed triumphantly, tilting his head back.

"And me too."

A calm voice rang out from the edge of the square.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, their gazes falling on the gray-robed servant who had been sitting cross-legged on the bluestone and was slowly standing up.

"Qin Mo?"

"Is he going to challenge Steward Ma?"

"This kid has a death wish!"

Han Dazhuang's face drained of all color instantly: "Qin Mo, are you crazy!"

Qin Mo dusted off the corner of his robe and walked towards the No. 1 Life and Death Arena.