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

"Senior sisters, line up, don't push, everyone gets a share, dual cultivation can get you the pills you want..."

In his dream, Qin Mo imagined countless inner sect senior sisters vying to come and cultivate with him.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The three tolls of the morning bell shattered the silence of the early morning on the back mountain and also shook his beautiful dream.

Qin Mo wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and turned over to stand up.

Another day begins, and it's time to go to the alchemy room and work like a slave again.

He gritted his teeth, composed himself, and quickly left.

Just as his figure disappeared at the end of the forest path, a white figure swept in from a distance.

"Has anyone here practiced martial arts?"

The person who arrived was Shen Ling'er.

She was dressed in a white dress, her gaze fixed on the old pine tree, her pupils slightly contracting.

The fist-shaped mark was deeply embedded in the tree trunk, and cracks spread outwards from the center.

As soon as she reached out to touch it, the entire tree snapped in half and crashed to the ground.

"One punch can break a tree... that force must be at least three thousand jin."

Shen Ling'er looked around but didn't see anyone.

She frowned, stood there for a moment, and finally turned and left.

Beside the stream, Qin Mo was washing away the black impurities that had been expelled from his body.

After changing into clean clothes, he followed the path back to the servants' quarters.

There was already some commotion in the yard.

The aroma of rice porridge wafted from the kitchen, and a pot of medicinal bone broth was bubbling away.

When Qin Mo returned to the room, Sun Hu's bed was empty.

"Brother Qin, did you sneak off down the mountain again?"

Wang Tie walked in carrying a bowl of porridge.

Yunyu Palace has hundreds of acres of spiritual fields, and the spiritual rice produced is only for the inner sect senior sisters to enjoy.

These menial disciples were only fit to eat spirit rice bran.

Fortunately, the chaff contains a trace of spiritual energy, so it can barely be considered a spiritual object, but it can only be eaten two or three times a month.

As for the bone broth, it was made from leftover animal bones from an inner sect senior sister.

"I heard a new group of transvestites arrived at the Drunken Flower Brothel down the mountain. Did you sneak down there last night?"

Wang Tie made faces as he ate his porridge.

"Drunken Flower Pavilion?"

Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

Yes, the Drunken Flower Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

He was worried about the source of the Qi of Heaven and Earth; that place might be able to solve the problem.

Moreover, he has high-grade pills that can be exchanged for spirit stones.

"Judging from your reaction, you must have gone last night. I've heard the ladyboys there are incredibly alluring."

Wang Tie had a lewd look on his face.

"A ladyboy?"

Qin Mo was stunned.

"Stop pretending. Although transvestites are descendants of humans and demons and have half human blood, it's fine to play around with them occasionally. You should never use such half-human, half-demon beings as furnaces."

"If demonic energy invades the body, it will at least damage the foundation, and at worst cause one to suffer a qi deviation and lose one's life."

Wang Tie became more serious.

"You know it all very well."

Qin Mo glanced at him sideways.

"Hey, I've been there a few times now and then."

"Where is Sun Hu?"

Qin Mo changed the subject.

"cut!"

Wang Tie spat.

"That piece of trash howled all night after his dantian was shattered, yelling about how he was wronged, keeping the whole ward awake."

"Later, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, so they carried him to a mass grave."

Qin Mo didn't ask any more questions.

Sun Hu brought this upon himself.

"Get out here, all of you! I have something to announce!"

Ma Kun's gruff voice rang out from outside the courtyard.

Qin Mo and Wang Tie exchanged a glance and quickly walked out.

Of the thirty disciples in the servants' quarters, excluding Sun Hu, all twenty-nine had gathered.

"After dinner, I will hold a competition in this courtyard."

Ma Kun scanned the crowd.

"The person who ranks last will replace Meng Dahai and guard the Remnant Pill Pavilion."

"Everyone must attend. Anyone who dares to be absent, I will personally kill him."

His gaze finally settled on Qin Mo's face, filled with undisguised malice.

"Hurry up and finish your meal, then get to work!"

A group of servants and disciples rushed into the kitchen.

A bowl of spirit rice porridge and a bowl of bone broth were used to neutralize the erysipelas in their bodies.

Qin Mo arrived a little late, and only a small amount of porridge remained in the bottom of the large pot.

He filled a bowl, and when he went to check on the bone broth, it was all gone, bones and broth.

He didn't mind.

After finishing breakfast, Qin Mo carried his tools into the alchemy room.

While cleaning up the residue from the alchemy furnace, he took advantage of the fact that no one was around to take out a Qi Gathering Pill from the Qiankun Transformation Furnace and swallow it to cultivate.

The furnace completely concealed the fluctuations of his aura, and no one noticed that he was secretly breaking through.

After refining the five Qi Gathering Pills, his internal energy surged, and his cultivation level steadily advanced to the third level of Qi Refining.

Qin Mo didn't stop; he took five more pills.

However, the internal energy surged within the meridians for a long time, yet it still failed to break through the barrier of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Without proper cultivation methods, the utilization rate of elixirs is too low.

Of the full power of the pill, he could only refine less than one or two tenths of it.

However, the third level of Qi Refining is enough.

In the servants' courtyard, besides Sun Hu, who was originally at the third level of Qi Refining, only Wang Tie and Han Dazhuang were at the same level.

If Ma Kun doesn't personally get involved, no one can control him.

After a whole day of work, Qin Mo cleaned the four pill rooms but didn't find a single defective pill.

On the contrary, the other servant disciples were lucky and found another useless pill with residual pill power.

"No one can have such bad luck."

Qin Mo muttered a curse.

When I returned to the courtyard after work in the evening, it was deserted except for Qian Dalong watching the fire in the kitchen.

As soon as Qin Mo entered the house, he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. Qian Dalong clutched his stomach and rushed into the outhouse.

He had a sudden thought, pushed open the door, went out and looked around, but there was no one there.

Qin Mo slipped into the kitchen, took out a discarded pill from his storage bag, crushed it into powder, sprinkled it into the pot of simmering bone broth, and then quickly retreated back into the room.

The poison in the waste pills is extremely small; it won't kill a person, but it's enough to make their stomach churn violently.

At dinner time, the servants swarmed in.

A large pot of bone broth was quickly devoured.

Qin Mo held his rice bowl and ate his rice slowly and deliberately.

By the time he "wanted" to ladle out the soup, the pot was already empty.

Qin Mo sneered inwardly.

After the meal, Ma Kun appeared on time.

"Come over and draw lots. Number one will play against number two, number three against number four, and so on, according to the numerical order."

He placed a wooden box on the stone table.

Han Dazhuang was the first to reach out and pull out card number three.

The crowd stepped forward one after another.

Everyone knew perfectly well that Qin Mo was the weakest and most useless person in the courtyard.

Ma Kun organized this competition merely to find a respectable excuse for "sending people to their deaths."

Soon, only three number plates remained in the box.

Qin Mo, Wang Tie, and Qian Dalong haven't drawn yet.

Qin Mo smiled, reached into the box, and took out a piece.

The 18th.

There are boxes number 17 and 29 left.

Wang Tie and Qian Dalong, whoever draws number 17 will be his opponent, and whoever draws number 29 will have a bye.

Qian Dalong stepped forward, fumbled around in the box for a moment, and pulled out a piece.

"Twenty-nine!"

Someone shouted it out.

Qian Dalong breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Tie stepped forward, retrieved the last plaque from the bottom of the box, turned it over, and saw it was number seventeen.

"Brother Qin, I never expected my opponent to be you."

Wang Tie patted Qin Mo on the shoulder.

Qin Mo turned his head to look at Wang Tie, his expression indifferent.

"I never expected that the person who wanted to kill me would be you."