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

Gu Yingxue, alone with her sword, headed straight for the main peak of Yunyu Mountain.

The crimson-gold flying sword, imbued with the power to scorch the heavens, struck down any Azure Dragon Sect disciple it encountered on the road with a single blow; none could withstand even a single move.

The main peak was in an uproar.

A large number of Yunyu Palace inner disciples drew their swords in response. The anger they felt from being ridden over yesterday had been building up all night and was on the verge of exploding.

The Azure Dragon Sect only forced the Cloud Rain Palace to surrender yesterday evening. Even if they had done it all in one night, they would still be far from being able to take over the mountain gate.

The Supreme Elder swept across the entire field, causing the morale of all the Yunyu Palace disciples to soar, and the entire Yunyu Mountain was filled with the sounds of battle.

Gu Yingxue darted up to the main hall square at the top of the mountain in a few flashes.

"Gu Yingxue, you dare to lay a hand on my Azure Dragon Sect? Do you have a death wish...?"

An old man in a gray robe walked out of the hall, staring at the white-clad figure soaring through the air on a sword with a gloomy face.

High in the sky, the Azure Dragon Seal suddenly emitted a deep, resonant sound.

"From this day forward, the Cloud and Rain Palace will cease to exist; only the Cloud and Rain Hall will remain!"

A voice descended from the sky, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the Azure Dragon Seal opened its eyes.

"Canghai, it really is you."

Gu Yingxue looked up at the sky.

"Everyone in your Cloud Rain Palace will die a horrible death because of your recklessness today!"

The gray-robed old man roared, and a dark, long sword appeared in his palm, pointing at Gu Yingxue.

"Let me see what you've got."

Gu Yingxue spoke calmly.

"kill!"

The gray-robed old man roared and charged forward.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

With a flick of her wrist, Gu Yingxue sent the crimson-gold flying sword flashing like a streak of light. The gray-robed old man didn't even have a chance to react before his body was split in two.

"How is this possible... Elder Zhao was killed with a single sword strike?"

The Canglong Sect disciples all around were terrified.

"Nascent Soul Realm? It seems that the strange phenomenon of the shattered core transforming into a Nascent Soul in Yunxia Town last night was your doing..."

On the Azure Dragon Seal, the white-haired youth Cang Hai's face was gloomy.

"Want to roll down from up there and fight me?"

Gu Yingxue stood proudly in the void, riding a flying sword.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

A figure fell from the sky and stood firmly opposite Gu Yingxue. The two Nascent Soul experts faced each other head-on, and the terrifying spiritual pressure swept outwards like a storm.

Dark clouds surged atop Yunyu Mountain, plunging the sky into darkness, forcing everyone to kneel on the ground.

……

Qin Mo had already returned to the Remnant Pill Pavilion via the teleportation array.

The pavilion was so quiet that only the faint sound of the spiritual fire flickering at the bottom of the alchemy furnace could be heard, a stark contrast to the earth-shattering sounds of battle outside.

The fighting outside was in complete chaos, but he had no intention of going out to join in the fun; it was none of his business.

He carefully moved the spiritual herbs he had obtained from Hua Meiniang into the spiritual field inside the Qiankun Transformation Furnace. The moment the herbs were planted, their roots took the initiative to penetrate deep into the spiritual soil, greedily absorbing nutrients.

The spiritual herbs planted in the spiritual field were growing at an astonishing rate, with lush green leaves and spiritual energy swirling around them like mist.

Especially the Infant-Gathering Grass, with its leaves subtly displaying flowing golden patterns. As soon as he touched it, a message popped into his mind: Infant-Gathering Grass, 1,400 years old.

The last time it was planted, it was only a few hundred years old, and it stayed in the spirit field for less than half a month before it grew to 1,400 years old.

This growth rate would drive any medicine cultivator crazy in the outside world.

The medicinal plants nearby are all over a thousand years old, with full spiritual energy and a quality far superior to those in the wild.

Using millennia-old spiritual herbs to reshape pills will result in finished products of ever-higher quality, ensuring that one will never lack raw materials for pursuing the path of alchemy.

After planting all the newly acquired spiritual herbs into his spiritual field, Qin Mo exited the space, sat down cross-legged, and with a thought, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace flew out from his dantian.

With a push of his palm, the furnace body expanded and landed on the ground, causing the Deep Profound Jade Plate to crack in several places.

Hua Meiniang put the gathered Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill into the furnace, and a line of words appeared in her mind: Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill, consumes 200 strands of Qiankun Qi to reshape, reshape or not.

He currently possesses over two thousand strands of Qiankun Qi, so he doesn't care about two hundred strands at all.

Within the Transformation Furnace, the Qi of Heaven and Earth mingled and circulated with the spiritual herbs, causing the furnace walls to flow with light patterns, and the embryonic pill began to take shape.

Just then, the sounds of a chase and a fight came from outside.

The poison here is so concentrated that it can kill even a Golden Core cultivator. Who would run into the Valley of Broken Cores?

"Ha... Su Qingyi, run! Let's see where you can run to..."

A loud, arrogant laugh came from outside.

Qin Mo opened his eyes.

The next moment, a figure flashed at the entrance of the Remnant Pill Pavilion, and a person staggered in, trying to close the door, but his hand was a beat too slow.

The person chasing from outside slammed his palm against the door, sending the door flying. The figure rushing in was thrown by the shockwave and hurtled straight towards Qin Mo.

Without turning his head, he reached behind him with his right hand, caught the person who was throwing at him, and casually tossed him aside.

"Ha... Su Qingyi, you're rushing over here so eagerly?"

The pursuers laughed as they entered the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

"Cang Juekong, how dare you touch me?"

Su Qingyi rolled over and landed on her feet, her voice trembling.

She hadn't expected there to be someone else in the Remnant Pill Pavilion. What was even more outrageous was that there was a pill furnace in front of this person, from which a wisp of pill fragrance was emanating.

Qin Mo was overjoyed and was about to collect the pill.

"Oh, so there's an alchemy workshop hidden in this godforsaken place? And the pills are fresh out of the furnace?"

Cang Juekong noticed Qin Mo, who had his back to them.

"Get out of here."

Qin Mo lowered his voice and changed his tone, not intending to let Su Qingyi recognize him.

"You want me to get lost? Who do you think you are?"

Cang Juekong sneered, "Hand over the alchemy furnace and the pills, and if I'm in a good mood, I might spare your corpse!"

Qin Mo took out the black iron mask and put it on his face.

"If you don't leave now, then don't leave at all."

"You're asking for it! I'll kill you first, then deal with this bitch!"

Cang Juekong took a step forward, his fist wrapped in powerful Yuan Qi, and slammed into Qin Mo's back. A phantom of a blue dragon appeared, its roar deafening, and the entire Remnant Pill Pavilion shook violently.

Su Qingyi's expression changed drastically—the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm was even higher than she had expected, but she had been poisoned by the Dispersing Incense, which sealed off her internal energy, preventing her from mobilizing even a trace of it.

Qin Mo neither dodged nor evaded, but instead grabbed a jade box containing a discarded pill from beside his feet with his right hand and smashed it towards the fist.

The jade box was shattered by the force of the punch, dozens of high-grade waste pills exploded, and a cloud of black poisonous gas burst out, filling every inch of the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

Cang Juekong's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly withdrew his fist and gathered protective qi. The phantom of the Azure Dragon reappeared to block the poisonous mist from his body.

The next instant, a heavy, ancient bronze furnace smashed out of the black mist, shattering the Azure Dragon's protective shield and slamming into his chest.

The protective talismans and personal magical artifacts all shattered, and the sounds of bones breaking exploded one after another.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Cang Juekong was thrown backwards out of the pavilion, rolling seven or eight feet on the ground before stopping.

Su Qingyi used her remaining spiritual power to protect her mouth and nose, and staggered out of the pavilion.

With a thought, Qin Mo sent the Transformation Furnace flying back into his palm and shrinking into his dantian. The Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill inside the furnace remained unharmed.

The weight of this transformation furnace has increased several times compared to before. When Cang Juekong, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, took a direct hit from it, his bones shattered. It was ten times more effective than a brick.

"You...you dare to hurt me?"

A heart-wrenching roar came from outside the pavilion.

"My father is the sect leader of the Azure Dragon Sect."

"My great-uncle is Cang Xuan, the Grand Elder of the Azure Dragon Sect."

"My grandfather, Cang Hai, is a Nascent Soul ancestor of the Canglong Sect..."

"You're dead!"