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

"This is actually a celestial weapon?"

Inside Zheng Hong's Divine Weapon Pavilion, Qin Mo handed Xiao Nian, whom he was holding, to Gu Yingxue. He then reached out with his right hand towards the ground, and the broken sword rose up and landed steadily in his palm.

He examined the piece of broken iron in his hand from all angles.

Shen.

It was heavy and felt like it had been forged from ancient iron, with a mottled surface covered in layers of rust.

Qin Mo was puzzled as to why a celestial artifact would rust.

In Zheng Hong's eyes, this thing had neither spirit nor luster. It was hard enough to withstand the blows of a spiritual weapon, but otherwise it was no different from scrap metal.

If you throw it on the street, even scavengers probably won't bother to bend down.

If the material weren't so hard, the Zheng family ancestors would probably have thrown it into the furnace and recycled it long ago.

"Price...five low-grade spirit stones?"

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

The Qiankun Furnace clearly told him that reforging this sword would require one million units of Qiankun Qi.

One million.

The price of five low-grade spirit stones has been displayed for so many years and no one has even glanced at it.

Who would have thought that this piece of scrap metal, which even dogs would disdain, would be a legendary, long-extinct immortal artifact?

Immortal artifact.

Throughout the entire Eastern Continent, even top-tier forces like the Xuantian Immortal Sect couldn't find a single immortal artifact.

In the cultivation world, magical artifacts are divided into four levels: magical weapons, spiritual artifacts, divine artifacts, and immortal artifacts.

Magical weapons are standard equipment for Qi Refining stage cultivators; they are everywhere.

Only major sects can keep magical artifacts hidden away.

These divine artifacts exist only in the hands of a few of the most powerful forces in the Eastern Continent.

As for celestial artifacts, they have long since become legends.

If you ask where one could still find celestial artifacts today, there is only one answer.

Ancient Ruins.

Qin Mo gripped the broken sword tightly, unable to sit still any longer.

How can I participate in the Eastern Continent Daoist Conference?

How can I obtain the qualification to enter the Ancient Ruins?

"The conference will begin in five days."

Holding Xiao Nian in her arms, Gu Yingxue's gaze fell on Qin Mo, her tone tinged with a hint of trepidation, "Would you... be willing to come with me?"

"With you?"

Qin Mo suddenly looked up.

"Although we can't enter the core area of ​​the Primordial Ruins, there are still many good things in the ancient ruins on the outskirts. If we're lucky, we might find a great opportunity."

Gu Yingxue quickly added.

"Can't get into the core area?"

Qin Mo frowned.

"Don't you know?"

Gu Yingxue glanced at him, "Only cultivators below the Golden Core Realm are allowed to enter the main gate of the Ancient Ruins. If a Nascent Soul Realm or higher expert tries to force their way in, the restrictions on the gate will kill them on the spot, annihilating both their body and soul, without exception."

Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.

It turned out to be the case.

Old monsters at the Nascent Soul Realm or above cannot enter.

wrong.

I'm at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

I can get in.

But now outsiders all think he is a reclusive alchemy king who is above the Nascent Soul realm.

"I won't get involved in the Ancient Ruins."

Qin Mo said casually, "However, I have an old friend who is a junior, not very old, and with low cultivation. If you could take him to see the world, that would be a good thing."

"An old friend of yours?"

Gu Yingxue tilted her head slightly.

No one could have guessed that the so-called old friend or junior Qin Mo was referring to was himself.

There was no other way; his true identity was nothing more than a lowly servant disciple with no connections whatsoever.

Since there isn't one, let's make one ourselves.

The reclusive alchemist king was a powerful backer he created single-handedly.

Qin Mo originally wanted to pick out a suitable weapon from Zheng Hong.

But after looking around, the rusty broken sword in his hand was the one that caught his eye the most.

"Master, this...can you look at it again?"

Zheng Hong was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground.

He quickly took out a mid-grade spirit sword from the cabinet, named Biluo. The moment it was drawn from its sheath, its sword aura overflowed, and its sharpness was overwhelming.

Qin Mo took the Biluo Sword, glanced at it, and shook his head.

He casually handed the mid-grade spirit sword to Xiao Nian.

This is a mid-grade spiritual artifact, and you just gave it to a five or six-year-old girl as a toy.

Zheng Hong's lips twitched.

What frustrated him even more was that the master had finally chosen that piece of scrap metal that had been sitting on the market for over a decade and had been priced at five low-grade spirit stones but hadn't sold.

Qin Mo came to the Divine Weapon Pavilion to settle Xiao Nian down.

The matter is settled.

He made a three-year agreement with Xiao Nian, and took out more than ten bottles of cultivation pills and a beginner's cultivation technique suitable for those with a Heavenly Spiritual Root from the space of the Transformation Furnace and gave them to Gu Yingxue.

Just as he was about to leave, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the pavilion.

Shen Tianxing, along with his son Shen Ao, daughter Shen Ling'er, and a group of direct descendants of the Shen family, blocked the entrance of the Divine Weapon Pavilion with bags and packages, claiming that they wanted to pay their respects to Senior Pill King.

Gu Yingxue stood beside Qin Mo with her face veiled, and no one in the Shen family recognized her as the Supreme Elder of Yunyu Palace who had shot down a Nascent Soul cultivator with a bow and swept through the Canglong Sect.

"not see."

Qin Mo was too lazy to deal with it.

Zheng Hong immediately ordered his men to keep the Shen family members outside.

At this moment, the street outside the Divine Weapon Pavilion was already surrounded by cultivators in layers.

The news of the Pill King's appearance at the Divine Weapon Pavilion spread quickly, and half of the rogue cultivators in Yunxia Town flocked over.

"Get out of the way!"

Gu Yingxue walked in front, her Nascent Soul Realm cultivation slightly amplified, causing the surrounding cultivators to feel as if they were being crushed by a mountain, and they all retreated to the sides.

Qin Mo followed behind as they walked out of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

The Shen family members were crowded together. Shen Tianxing was told that the Pill King was unwilling to see him. The three of them looked at each other, their faces full of dejection.

The opportunity to climb up to the powerful Dan Wang just slipped away.

The moment Qin Mo stepped out of the pavilion.

A gaunt figure stood directly in front of him from the crowd.

"You brat, you made me squat outside that wretched valley all night, only to find out you'd already escaped using the teleportation array..."

Qin Mo paused, staring intently.

It was that withered old man.

The assassin who broke into the No. 18 Remnant Pill Pavilion yesterday, holding his portrait and demanding answers.

Bloodbath.

"Hand over the Nascent Soul Pill."

The old man reached out his hand directly to Qin Mo.

The surrounding cultivators were all stunned.

Who is this old man?

How dare he ask a reclusive alchemy master for a Nascent Soul Pill in the street?

"Who do you think you are, daring to be so insolent in front of me!"

Gu Yingxue stepped forward, shielding Qin Mo behind her. Her crimson-gold flying sword hovered at her fingertips, unleashing the spiritual pressure of her nascent soul.

Behind the bronze mask, Qin Mo's gaze was fixed on Blood Butcher opposite him.

This old man was forced to retreat by Gu Yingxue yesterday, but today he dares to block the way head-on.

He must have gained new confidence.

"Who I am is none of your business."

Blood Butcher spoke casually, his tone carrying an arrogant condescension.

"Yeah?"

Gu Yingxue said coldly, "Is there anyone in this cultivation world whom I, Gu Yingxue, am not worthy to know? Could it be that you are some old monster in the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"What?"

"She...she's the Supreme Elder of Yunyu Palace?"

The surrounding cultivators were in an uproar.

The scene of Gu Yingxue shooting a Nascent Soul cultivator with her bow and forcing back two elders of the Azure Dragon Sect with a single arrow is still vivid in my mind. Such a great figure is actually here.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the masked woman in white before them.

"Transformation into a Divine Being?"

Blood Butcher sneered, "Even old guys in the Nascent Soul Realm would have to give way to the person behind me."

The audience was silent.

Even those at the Nascent Soul stage have to take a detour?

What is standing behind him?

Qin Mo's heart sank.

Sure enough, this old ghost is backed by the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

That place is presided over by an ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage, a top power in the Eastern Continent.

"Hand over the Nascent Soul Pill."

Blood Butcher dropped his playful grin, his gaze turning grim as he fixed his gaze on Qin Mo.

"Not paying?"

He spread his five fingers, and a ball of dark green, turbid light rose from his palm, his Nascent Soul cultivation crushing down without reservation.

"Then... die!"