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

High in the sky, Shangguan Yue's fingertips trembled slightly, and a surge of heat rose in her chest.

The scene in the practice room that night is still etched in her mind.

With five fingers around the neck and one hand lifting the person up, the movements were so swift that they made one's teeth clench.

The gray-robed servant on the stage used the exact same methods as the bastard who dragged her out of the room and dumped her that night.

"Oh... so you were hiding in the Cloud and Rain Palace as a servant."

Shangguan Yue's lips curled slightly, and her breathing quickened twice.

She knows it perfectly well.

If this person's essence, cultivated to the peak of the Copper Skin Realm, could be refined and used to nourish her own body, it would be difficult for her foundation to be unstable after she shattered her core and transformed into an infant.

"But you're a physical cultivation monster, why do you insist on hiding in this place and acting like a useless piece of trash?"

Shangguan Yue stared at the gray-robed figure, her mind filled with questions.

Not urgent.

Can't run away.

She gave her maid Mo Yu a wink and kept quiet.

Qin Mo on the stage had no idea that a pair of eyes were watching his prey from above.

"Who else wants to come up on stage?"

Yan Yuan's voice came down from the high platform.

The square was so quiet you could hear the wind whistling through the flagpoles.

Ma Kun, who had swallowed the Burning Life Pill and forced himself to the half-step Foundation Establishment stage, had his throat broken on the spot by Qin Mo.

Before the second-tier Thunderfire Talisman could even be activated, it was stuffed back into the front of the robe and exploded inside.

Who would dare to challenge such an opponent?

Even the dozens of managers standing below the stage were trembling in their legs.

What if Qin Mo calls on someone else to take his place?

Among these managers, Manager Song, who had the highest cultivation level, was only at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage, on par with Ma Kun.

Everyone in the square knew what happened to Ma Kun.

"Since no one is challenging us."

Yan Yuan stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, raising his voice to announce, "I hereby declare that Qin Mo has officially replaced Ma Kun as the manager of the No. 1 Earth-level Alchemy Room."

No one objected.

Han Dazhuang covered his swollen face, his mouth stretched so wide it almost reached his ears.

Now that Qin Mo has become the manager of the Earthly Division, surely I can at least get along well with him?

The menial tasks in the No. 1 alchemy room were much easier than what he was doing now.

Qin Mo didn't stay on stage for long.

He tucked the storage bag into his coat and walked away.

Wherever he passed, the outer disciples parted to both sides, not daring to breathe.

Those mouths that had previously pointed at him and called him trash are now all welded shut.

The top ten disciples from the outer sect, who were at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Who would have thought that the most capable fighter in the entire outer sect was actually that handyman who stayed in the Remnant Pill Pavilion guarding the discarded pills?

However, everyone shared the same thought: once you reach the pinnacle of physical cultivation, you'll reign supreme in the Qi Refining Realm.

If you really encounter a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, even the toughest iron skin won't help.

Although Yan Yuan and the other two were taken aback by Qin Mo's performance, they didn't really take him seriously.

They are at the Foundation Establishment stage. Even if this kid masters the basic body-refining techniques of the Cloud Rain Palace, he still won't be able to escape their grasp.

They never dreamed that Qin Moxiu possessed the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique.

"Haha, Brother Feng, Brother Zhou, take out a hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

Yan Yuan slapped his thigh and laughed.

Deacon Feng and Deacon Zhou both turned green.

The two gritted their teeth, their hearts bleeding, and counted out the spirit stones one by one.

……

Qin Mo dusted off the corner of his robe, and instead of returning to the servants' courtyard, he headed straight towards the Valley of Broken Pills.

Ma Kun is dead.

He was so stubborn that he didn't utter the name of his senior sister behind the scenes until he died.

But it doesn't matter. He is now in charge of the Earthly Division, no longer an ant that anyone can crush silently.

If that inner sect senior sister hiding in the shadows wants to make another move, she'll have to think twice about the consequences of making a big fuss.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. We'll kill them one by one.

……

At the summit of Hehuan Mountain lies Shen Ruoyan's cave dwelling.

Jiang Yurou lifted the curtain and rushed in.

"Senior Sister! Ma Kun has been beaten to death!"

Shen Ruoyan opened her eyes, releasing the spiritual pressure of a Golden Core cultivator at the initial stage, causing the teacup on the low table to jump.

"Who?"

"Qin Mo".

Jiang Yurou swallowed hard. "It was that alchemy workshop handyman with mixed five elements spiritual roots. In front of tens of thousands of people from the entire outer sect... he strangled Ma Kun to death after he swallowed the Life-Burning Pill."

"That's impossible."

Shen Ruoyan stood up.

Jiang Yurou didn't dare to reply.

Shen Ruoyan paced back and forth a couple of times before suddenly stopping.

"It's Su Qingyi."

Jiang Yurou looked up.

"If Junior Sister Su has reached a crucial point in cultivating the Forget-Heart Technique, and if she still has lingering feelings for this servant, secretly slipping him a few high-level protective talismans would make perfect sense."

Shen Ruoyan clenched her fingers.

"Senior Sister means..."

"Go and keep an eye on her."

Shen Ruoyan lowered her voice, "Report everything Su Qingyi does to me."

"Yes."

Jiang Yurou accepted the order, turned around, and quickly left the cave.

Shen Ruoyan stood still for a long time.

I originally planned to deal with Qin Mo after the competition.

Now that Ma Kun has been eliminated, we need to find another solution.

But right now, she has just broken through to the initial stage of the Golden Core realm, and consolidating her cultivation is the most important thing.

A mere body cultivator doing odd jobs can't turn the world upside down.

……

Night falls in the Valley of Broken Pills.

Qin Mo returned to the small wooden building, rummaged through Ma Kun's belongings in his storage bag, muttered "With so little junk, he still acts like the King of Hell all day long," and then got up and walked towards the depths of the valley.

The Azure Dragon Sect will make its move in five days.

He needs to gather enough Qi to reshape the discarded Nascent Soul Pill.

Pushing open the iron gate of the No. 18 Remnant Pill Pavilion, a thick, black aura of poison rushed out.

Qin Mo held his breath, and the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique within his body circulated on its own, refining the poisonous gas that had invaded his pores cleanly.

He walked to the innermost cabinet, lifted the seal, and three discarded Nascent Soul Pills lay quietly in the jade box.

"Six hundred strands of Qiankun Qi..."

Qin Mo stared at the jade box, pondering in his mind.

With only a few strands of Qiankun Qi left, it's still a long way from being able to reshape the universe.

Tonight I'll go down the mountain and practice a few more rounds with Shuang'er and the others. Tomorrow I'll refine Hua Meiniang's Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill. If I collect it from both ends, I might be able to gather it within five days.

He sealed the discarded pills back in the cabinet and turned to leave.

I took just two steps, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up in unison.

An extremely subtle spiritual pressure came from the direction of the valley entrance. It was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but it made Qin Mo's copper-skinned physical body instinctively tense up.

wrong.

Someone is coming.

And there's more than one.

Qin Mo didn't stop walking; his right hand had already quietly reached towards his dantian, where the Qiankun Transformation Furnace was slightly warm.

He strode out of the No. 18 Remnant Pill Pavilion and stepped onto the gravel path in the valley.

"I've found you."

A voice so familiar it sent chills down your spine came from three zhang behind you.

Qin Mo's skin broke out in goosebumps.

That sound.

That night at the Drunken Flower Pavilion, in the top-tier room, was the woman he had thrown out of the training room.

He gave her the nickname "Ru Hua" (meaning "flower").

Qin Mo stood frozen in place, without turning around.

How did she find this place?

Has his identity been exposed?

The moonlight was mostly obscured by the ancient pines at the valley entrance, and two figures stood in the shadows.

The woman in white stood with her hands behind her back, not a trace of spiritual pressure emanating from her body. Yet, Qin Mo felt as if an ancient ferocious beast was staring at its prey from behind, a chill running from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head.

Half a step to her side, a black-clad maid stood with her head bowed, her aura equally unfathomable.

These two people completely blocked off the entire escape route of the Remnant Pill Valley.

"flowery?"

Qin Mo slowly turned around, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.