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

Su Qingyi gritted her teeth and refused to speak, while using the Forget-Heart Sword to force back the two people on her left.

Two sword beams immediately followed from her right. She dodged one by side, but the second one slashed across her back, tearing a long gash in her clothes, from which blood seeped out and trickled down her spine.

"Take two steps to the left and draw your sword back to protect your right shoulder."

A low, hushed voice drifted from the entrance of the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

Su Qingyi's body moved faster than her mind, and she did as she was told without thinking.

The Sword of Forgetfulness spun around, deflecting the sneak attack coming from the right rear with a clang.

She glanced back.

The masked man was still leaning against the stone wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his posture relaxed, as if he were watching someone perform a martial arts act.

"Stop dawdling, just keep hitting your game."

Qin Mo raised his chin.

Su Qingyi felt her blood surging in her chest.

That voice, that tone, that slap-in-the-face attitude...

She felt the name sounded familiar.

No, that's impossible.

She shook off the absurd thought from her mind and forced herself to refocus on the battle.

"Kid, wait, you'll be next after you kill this woman."

The leading disciple, Chong Qinmo, coldly retorted.

"You five have been beating up a woman for so long and you still haven't killed her? Doesn't your face hurt?"

Qin Mo tilted his head.

The five men turned pale with anger at these words, and their attack intensified suddenly.

Su Qingyi was in grave danger, and she had to retreat several steps.

Just when she was about to give up.

"boom!!!"

A beam of white light burst open in the sky, rising straight up from the main peak of Yunyu Mountain and piercing the heavens.

Everyone froze in their tracks.

Qin Mo looked up.

Array patterns surged out from the depths of the mountain, covering the entire Cloud Rain Mountain.

Three hundred and sixty-five array platforms burst forth from the ground from various places, each radiating starlight-like brilliance.

It was broad daylight, yet a starry sky appeared above their heads, with 365 stars echoing the array platform beneath their feet.

The number of the Great Circulation.

The Azure Dragon Seal vibrated wildly high in the sky.

The illusory image of the azure dragon, which blotted out the sky, was firmly held back by the 365 clusters of starlight, and could not be suppressed even slightly.

"Three hundred and sixty-five array platforms...this..."

Cang Hai, who was sitting cross-legged on the Azure Dragon Seal, stared wide-eyed.

"Canghai, the Azure Dragon Seal, or that rabble you've gathered—do you think you can raze my Cloud Rain Palace to the ground with just these things?"

Gu Yingxue hovered above the mountaintop plaza on her sword, her white robes billowing in the wind. She formed hand seals to activate the entire formation. "What are you daydreaming about?"

She stood atop the formation's core, becoming one with the formation, and harnessing the power of the stars for her own use.

"Impossible! This formation requires 365 Foundation Establishment disciples to activate simultaneously..."

Cang Hai gritted his teeth.

"Who told you there's only one way?"

Gu Yingxue raised her hand and gestured.

"One person is enough to activate the formation at the Nascent Soul stage. The traitor Tang Mei doesn't even know this, yet you dare to attack my Cloud Rain Palace. It's truly laughable."

"Raise the battle!!"

She gave a sharp shout.

Three hundred and sixty-five beams of divine light shot into the sky from the array platform, and the power of the stars poured down, transforming the entire Cloud Rain Mountain into a dazzling star map.

Immediately afterwards, countless graceful figures drifted down from the depths of the starry sky.

The fairy of the Albizia dances, entering dreams to kill.

The eyes of all the Azure Dragon Sect disciples on Cloud Rain Mountain went unfocused at the same time, silly smiles appeared on their lips, and their weapons fell to the ground.

What they saw was no longer a battlefield, but thousands of fairies dancing gracefully.

An illusion has descended.

Cang Hai sat cross-legged on the Azure Dragon Seal, desperately trying to preserve his divine sense, but his face turned pale at a visible speed.

The vital energy within his body was uncontrollably absorbed by the great formation.

His hair was disheveled, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh no..."

"When man and formation are one, all those below the Nascent Soul stage are mere ants."

Gu Yingxue's voice was cold and clear, "Even if you, Cang Hai, are a Nascent Soul Ancestor, trapped in my great formation, you will only be drained dry."

Cang Hai desperately crushed a communication jade talisman.

"My two senior brothers...come quickly to save me!"

……

On the western peak of Yunyu Mountain, the Netherworld Cult Leader sat cross-legged under the array flag, activating the Azure Dragon Locking Heaven Array.

The moment the sky burst with starlight, a fleeting illusion flashed past the corner of his eye, and his spine instantly went cold.

"withdraw!"

He didn't even have time to put away the battle flags before turning and fleeing.

The other mountaintops, where the Canglong Sect's helpers were stationed, saw that the Netherworld Cult Leader had fled, so how could they dare to stay?

They dropped their battle flags and fled like madmen, each using their escape techniques.

These people almost fell victim even outside the formation; anyone left alive would be waiting to die.

No one urged the flags to move.

The spiritual light shield of the Azure Dragon Locking Heaven Formation immediately dimmed, cracks spread from all directions, and the entire light barrier peeled away and dissipated piece by piece like shattered ice.

The blockade has been broken.

……

In Candan Valley.

Su Qingyi was being surrounded and attacked by five people and was almost exhausted. The tip of the leader's sword was already three inches away from her chest.

The next moment, all five of them stopped moving at the same time.

Their eyes were unfocused, the corners of their mouths slowly turned up, and their weapons hung limply at their sides.

The leader stared at something that didn't exist in the void, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he mumbled out a single word: "Immortal..."

The illusion of the Great Zhou Heavenly Cloud and Rain Bewitching Immortal Array covered the entire mountain, and the Remnant Pill Valley was not spared either.

Su Qingyi gasped for breath, took two steps back, and stared at the five enemies in front of her who had suddenly become mentally impaired, her body covered in blood.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Qin Mo's voice came from behind, his tone lazy, "They're already standing there and you're chopping them down, what are you waiting for? To wait for them to wake up and then beat you up again?"

Su Qingyi clenched her teeth, gripping the Forget-Heart Sword in her right hand, the sword humming.

She didn't hesitate any longer.

A white light swept across, and five heads fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

A jet of blood spurted two feet high.

Five of the Supreme Elder's personal disciples from the Azure Dragon Sect died by Su Qingyi's sword.

Qin Mo looked at the head rolling on the ground and nodded to himself.

Gu Yingxue's formation is indeed powerful.

He only targeted enemies and not friends. The disciples of Yunyu Palace and he himself were not affected in the slightest, but the people of Canglong Sect were completely wiped out.

Su Qingyi sheathed her sword, turned around, and stared at him with her face covered in blood.

Her chest heaved violently, and her lips moved slightly.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Qin Mo did not answer.

"My grandmaster told me to listen to you, but you just stood back and watched the show. You..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A series of disordered footsteps came from the direction of the valley entrance, followed by a rough and explosive voice.

"Qin Mo! Are you in there, you brat?! Don't die!"

Han Dazhuang staggered in, carrying a kitchen knife in one hand and covering his eyes, which were watering from the toxic fumes, with the other.

Qin Mo froze.

"You idiot..."

He cursed under his breath.

"Qin Mo!"

Han Dazhuang stumbled closer and saw the masked figure. He was stunned for a moment, then his gaze fell on the clothes on the other person's body.

"Hey! Isn't this the robe I lent you the day before yesterday?"

Han Dazhuang grinned, completely unaware of how awkward the atmosphere was.

"So that's why no one answered when I called out at the valley entrance for ages. Turns out you've run off here! You didn't even go out to see what was going on outside..."

His voice trailed off as he finally noticed the woman beside him, covered in blood, wielding a long sword, and with eyes that could kill.

"Your Highness...the Holy Maiden?"

Han Dazhuang's legs went weak, and the kitchen knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Su Qingyi didn't look at him.

Her gaze was fixed on Qin Mo, or rather, on the outer robe that Han Dazhuang had "lent to Qin Mo".

The valley was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

"Qin Mo".

Su Qingyi's voice was extremely soft as she slowly raised the tip of the Forget-Heart Sword, pointing it at his chest. "Take off your mask."

Qin Mo stood still, without moving.

Behind the mask, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Su Qingyi took a step forward, her sword tip advancing half an inch, her voice deliberate and deliberate.

"Are you Qin Mo, or that other expert?"