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

Although Yunyu Palace won the battle against Canglong Sect, Qin Mo felt no relief whatsoever.

What is the concept of the Nascent Soul Realm?

When Blood Butcher's aura swept over him just now, he didn't even have the thought of fighting back.

If Gu Yingxue hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have died in the Remnant Pill Valley today.

What's worse is that he's now using the guise of a reclusive alchemist king to cultivate with both Gu Yingxue and Shen Ruoyan.

Hua Meiniang was also cursed with a forbidden spell that could destroy gods.

Needless to say, Su Qingyi was directly ordered to obey Gu Yingxue in front of her.

If any one of these things got out, he'd be dead eight hundred times over.

My backside is on fire.

One must strive to improve one's cultivation level.

After settling into the No. 1 room of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, Qin Mo's first task was to take stock of his assets.

Reshaping the Nascent Soul Pill consumed six hundred strands of Qiankun Qi. Besides the one given to Gu Yingxue, there were still two unused Nascent Soul Pills left in the furnace.

Adding to the foundation he had built up through dual cultivation with Shangguan Yue, he only had a little over four hundred units of Qiankun Qi left.

Very few.

"Greetings, Master."

As soon as Qin Mo stood up from the teleportation platform, a figure emerged from behind the screen and knelt respectfully on the ground.

Hua Mei Niang.

"You didn't run away?"

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Just now, Gu Yingxue went on a killing spree outside the Drunken Flower Pavilion. The Netherworld Cult Leader lost an arm and fled, Murong Yi crushed the blood talisman and ran away, and the group of cult members below died on the ground.

Hua Meiniang actually stayed obediently in the room.

"With my master here, where can I run to?"

Hua Meiniang lowered her head and looked demure.

Qin Mo ignored her and went straight to the table to sit down.

Hua Meiniang quickly got up, took the teapot, added some spiritual tea, and presented it to him with both hands.

Qin Mo picked it up and took a sip.

As the spiritual tea entered my throat, its warmth spread throughout my body, easing the tension in my meridians.

"Master, the elixir I've prepared..."

Hua Meiniang stared at him longingly, but swallowed back the words she was about to say.

"You're staying here waiting for the elixir, aren't you?"

Qin Mo put down his teacup.

"The higher my cultivation level, the more confident I will be in serving my master, which will be of no benefit to my master."

Hua Meiniang smiled obsequiously, her tone ingratiating.

"She does know how to talk."

Qin Mo flipped his right hand, and a small white jade bottle appeared in his palm.

Hua Meiniang's gaze fell on the small bottle, and her breathing became slightly heavier.

Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill.

A treasure that can help her condense her golden core.

After taking the pill, Shen Ruoyan stepped into the Golden Core Realm in one fell swoop. Hua Meiniang's innate talent was no worse than Shen Ruoyan's. With her top-grade Wind Spirit Root, as long as she had the pill, the Golden Core Realm was within her grasp.

Once she successfully forms her core, the first thing the sect will do is to crush that good-for-nothing Murong Yi into the mud; she'll be firmly in control of the sect leader's position.

"then."

Qin Mo threw the jade bottle at Hua Meiniang.

Hua Meiniang is bound by a forbidden curse that destroys gods; her life and death are in his hands.

Giving her elixirs to enhance her cultivation is equivalent to giving yourself an extra arm.

Hua Meiniang caught the jade bottle with both hands, holding it to her chest as if it were her entire fortune.

"I have another matter I would like to ask my master for help with."

Hua Meiniang knelt properly.

"What do I get in return for helping you?"

Qin Mo leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over her.

This woman exudes a captivating allure that would make any male cultivator restless in her presence.

"Whatever my master wishes for me, I will do."

Hua Meiniang raised her eyes, her gaze carrying three parts allure and seven parts submissiveness.

"Ha...okay, you're quite straightforward."

Come here.

Qin Mo laughed loudly, reached out and grabbed Hua Meiniang's wrist, then got up and walked towards the inner room.

It would be a waste to use such a top-grade wind spirit root furnace as a vessel for the creation of the universe.

……

At the same time, in the cellar of an abandoned teahouse three streets outside Zuihualou.

"Holy Son, Hua Meiniang has been staying in Room Number One since evening and hasn't come out. All her food and drinks have been sent in."

A black-robed monk knelt on one knee in the corner.

Murong Yi sat at the broken wooden table, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"They're keeping a close watch on us."

He gritted his teeth and spat out three words.

Hua Meiniang, you shameless woman.

She lost her virginity mark and went off to fool around with other men.

When you finally get your hands on that Nine-Turn Breakthrough Pill, that will be your death day.

……

Qin Mo and Hua Meiniang practiced their skills for forty-nine cycles in the inner room.

The purity of the top-grade wind spirit root far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. With each major cycle, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace absorbs a large amount of wind-evolving spiritual energy and condenses it into Qiankun Qi.

After forty-nine cycles, the feet entered the tent five hundred and eighty times.

Adding to his previous balance, he now possessed nearly a thousand strands of Qiankun Qi.

Qin Mo sat up in bed, mentally assessing the resources at hand.

The two Nascent Soul Pills were still in the process of being reshaped, each containing 600 Dao.

The number of discarded pills for the Divine Transformation Pill is astronomical; it would take an unknown number of ten thousand strands of Qiankun Qi to gather them all.

All we can do right now is to recreate the Body Tempering Pill and fight our way to the Iron Bone Realm.

"Tell me, what do you need my help with?"

Qin Mo got up and straightened his clothes.

"This servant wishes to ask my master to secretly protect me."

Hua Meiniang turned her head and lowered her voice, "That mad dog Murong Yi has been watching me from the shadows, just waiting for me to leave Zuihualou so he can steal the pills."

"You want to form your core?"

Qin Mo paused for a moment.

"It's not just about Core Formation."

A cold glint flashed in Hua Meiniang's eyes. "I want to take this opportunity to keep that mad dog here forever."

Qin Mo rubbed his chin.

Murong Yi is at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm, and he also has members of the Netherworld Sect backing him up.

But now the leader of the Netherworld Cult has escaped with a severed arm, leaving the cult leaderless.

If Hua Meiniang can successfully form her core, and with his sneak attack from the side, killing Murong Yi would not be difficult.

"Go and make the arrangements."

Qin Mo waved his hand.

"Yes, Master!"

Hua Meiniang beamed with joy, rose, gathered her skirts, and left the inner room.

"Zheng Hong, come in."

Qin Mo called out towards the door.

"Master! We've been waiting for you!"

Zheng Hong pushed open the door and came in, looking relieved.

"What's going on outside?"

"Things have changed a lot in the last two days."

Zheng Hong lowered his voice and poured out all the recent events in one go.

Tang Mei betrayed her sect and was hunted down by Bai Chenshuang; her head has already been hung on the main peak city wall.

The Fang family was completely wiped out by the Shen family. Fang Tianhe died by Gu Yingxue's sword, and Fang Xiaotian's cultivation was crippled and he was imprisoned in the dungeon.

In Yunxia Town today, the Shen family has the most influential voice and has become the de facto ruler of Yunxia Town.

Qin Mo had long anticipated that the Fang family wouldn't survive this ordeal.

I just didn't expect it to collapse so completely.

"By the way, Master, when will Xiao Nian be back?"

Zheng Hong added a sentence.

A little girl with a top-grade Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Qin Mo originally intended to teach her cultivation himself.

But after witnessing the battle between Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, he abandoned that idea.

He himself is like a clay Buddha; how could he possibly be someone's support?

"We need to come up with a safe way to handle this."

Qin Mo frowned.

Just as I was pondering this, a footstep stopped outside the door.

Qin Mo looked up and the aura of the newcomer made him raise an eyebrow.

"They're here."

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

We've found a place for Xiao Nian.