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

"Brother Qin, what are you saying? We've shared a room for seven years, you're my closest brother, how could I possibly harm you?"

Wang Tie's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"Yeah?"

Qin Mo's lips curled up slightly.

The closest brothers?

The night Sun Hu was crippled, you were the first to rush up and kick him. Why didn't you show any mercy to your good brother?

"Brother Qin, your words are too hurtful. If I, Wang Tie, harbor even the slightest ill will towards you, may I be struck by lightning..."

"Qin Mo, Wang Tie, come out!"

Ma Kun's voice interrupted Wang Tie's curse.

Qin Mo glanced at Wang Tie, then stepped onto the open space in the center of the courtyard.

Ma Kun's gaze swept over Qin Mo, and he nodded subtly to Wang Tie.

Wang Tie then came out and stood opposite Qin Mo.

"You guys go first in the first round."

Ma Kun glanced at the two of them.

Qin Mo, tonight I'll make sure you come in upright and leave horizontal.

Ma Kun scoffed inwardly.

The order from above was to let this lowly servant disciple die naturally. He didn't understand. He was just a lowly servant. Who would even glance at him if he were killed?

They still have to go through all this trouble.

"Fists and kicks have no eyes; life and death are left to fate."

Ma Kun stared at Qin Mo, his tone icy.

"Life and death are determined by fate?"

Qin Mo's lips curled into a smile.

They're too lazy to even bother to cover it up anymore.

"How could that good-for-nothing Qin Mo possibly beat Wang Tie? Wang Tie is at the third level of Qi Refining!"

"It'll be over in one punch."

"He still won't kneel down and admit defeat? Is he out of his mind?"

The servants and disciples around them whispered among themselves.

No one could see through Qin Mo's cultivation level; in their eyes, Qin Mo was still that useless Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator.

"start."

Ma Kun said in a deep voice.

"Brother Qin, I'm sorry to offend you..."

Wang Tie's face hardened, and his right fist, imbued with vital energy, hurtled straight towards Qin Mo's face.

What's the difference between a Qi Refining Level 3 fighter beating a Qi Refining Level 1 fighter and crushing an ant?

Qin Mo swayed to the left, and Wang Tie's punch missed his ear, causing him to stumble forward half a step.

Qin Mo raised his right hand horizontally.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed precisely on Wang Tie's left cheek.

Wang Tie staggered back three steps after being slapped, and his left cheek instantly swelled up.

"you……"

He covered his face, his eyes filled with horror.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Qin Mo, who is at the first level of Qi Refining, just slapped Wang Tie, who is at the third level of Qi Refining.

Qin Mo felt very happy.

The muscles and bones tempered by the Body Tempering Pill are far superior to those of other cultivators of the same level in terms of reaction speed and strength.

Wang Tie's punch seemed ridiculously slow to him.

After holding it in for so long, I can finally stretch my arms and legs.

"Brother Tie, if you want to kill me, you'd better show some skill."

Qin Mo's tone was indifferent.

"How could you...?"

Wang Tie's astonishment quickly turned into anger.

"Stop pretending, tell me, how much did Manager Ma give you?"

Wang Tie gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes: "I originally wanted to give you a quick death, but now it seems I was too polite."

"How many?"

"Three low-grade spirit stones."

Wang Tie stared intently at Qin Mo, "That's enough to pay for your life."

Three spirit stones can buy a life.

Qin Mo sneered inwardly; this was the price a lowly servant's life was worth.

"One mistake won't happen twice!"

Wang Tie roared, unleashing his Qi Refining Level 3 Yuan Qi, causing his aura to surge.

He suddenly lunged forward, his right fist slamming towards Qin Mo's chest with a whistling force.

Qin Mo dodged to the side.

"Bang!"

He casually threw a punch that landed squarely on Wang Tiemianmen.

Wang Tie stumbled backward, his nose bridge snapped, and he spat out two bloody teeth, his face smeared with blood.

"this……"

Gasps of astonishment rose and fell from all around.

"I'll kill you!"

Wang Tie's eyes turned completely red, and he pounced forward like a madman, unleashing a barrage of punches that sent gusts of wind through the air.

Qin Mo moved lightly, dodging each punch.

He didn't even take a step back; each dodge was perfectly timed, as if he were taking a stroll.

Wang Tie's fist couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Mo's clothes.

Whenever Wang Tie showed an opening, Qin Mo would rush forward and deliver a punch, causing Wang Tie to scream in pain.

"impossible……"

The servants and disciples watching were all dumbfounded.

Just as Qin Mo was lost in thought about the relationship between physical strength and realm compensation, Wang Tie roared and pounced, throwing a punch straight at his face.

Qin Mo raised his right hand, closed his five fingers, and firmly grasped Wang Tie's fist.

Not moving.

Wang Tie tried desperately to pull his hand back, but he couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.

He was terrified. He raised his right foot, about to kick Qin Mo's lower body, when suddenly his abdomen churned violently, and a sharp, intense pain shot through his entire body.

He suddenly squeezed his legs together, his face turned bright red, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Qin Mo gripped his fist and twisted it suddenly.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking clearly echoed throughout the venue.

Wang Tie's right arm bent bizarrely, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Qin Mo released his grip and immediately punched Wang Tie in the abdomen.

"puff……"

Wang Tie curled up like a shrimp, and a stream of filth gushed out from beneath him.

He collapsed to the ground, his face turning purple, and a stench instantly filled the entire yard.

Everyone covered their noses.

Qin Mo had already added the waste pill powder to the pot of bone soup that evening. The amount of pill poison was minimal, not enough to kill a person, but enough to upset their stomach.

Wang Tie was the most aggressive in grabbing the soup and drank the most, so naturally the poisoning was most severe for him.

"No way..."

"Qin Mo beat Wang Tie so badly he vomited?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The Qiankun Transformation Furnace completely concealed Qin Mo's true cultivation level, and no one could tell that he was no longer the same as before.

Qin Mo kicked Wang Tie, sending him tumbling to Ma Kun's feet. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Even more embarrassing was that his crotch was still leaking filth, and the stench was unbearable.

Ma Kun's face turned ashen.

"You can't even beat a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining, you're even worse than trash..."

Just as he was about to have an attack, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

"Ouch, my stomach..."

"I can't take it anymore..."

"Make way, make way, it's the outhouse!"

One after another, the servants in the courtyard clutched their stomachs and bent over; everyone who had drunk that pot of soup had been infected.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Ma Kun shoved the person blocking his way, rushed into the outhouse, and slammed the door shut.

The twenty-odd people outside were in a panic. Some couldn't hold on any longer and climbed over the wall to run to the neighboring yard to borrow a toilet, while others crawled into the bushes outside the yard to relieve themselves.

Qin Mo stood there, arms crossed, looking at the chaotic scene in the courtyard.

You guys always snatch all the soup and don't leave me a single drop.

Pull it.

Pull it as hard as you can.

He walked to Wang Tie's side and looked down at the filthy, barely breathing man on the ground.

"So what if you're at the third level of Qi Refining? Manager Ma is right, you're not even as good as trash."

"you……"

Wang Tie's blood surged, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly.

The competition naturally could not continue.

When Ma Kun came out of the latrine, his face was ashen. A group of people outside immediately rushed in with red eyes.

He scanned the courtyard, his gaze finally settling on Qin Mo, the only one standing upright with a calm expression.

"Qin Mo!"

Ma Kun stepped forward, pressing closer. "Why are you the only one unharmed? Did you tamper with that soup?"