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

Ma Kun pointed directly at Qin Mo's nose: "Qin Mo, you're the one who put laxatives in that soup!"

"He did it! He's the only one who got away with it!"

Upon hearing this, the other servant disciples immediately surrounded them, one of them with an angry expression.

"He definitely did it!"

Qian Dalong was the first to jump out and shout loudly.

He was the one who cooked the soup tonight, and now that something has happened, in order to protect himself, he immediately poured dirty water on Qin Mo.

"Qin Mo, you piece of trash, how dare you tamper with the soup?"

"Yes, that's exactly how he wants to win the competition so he won't have to go to the Remnant Pill Pavilion!"

"How could a mere Qi Refining Level 1 trash like him possibly knock Wang Tie down with a single punch without resorting to underhanded tactics?"

Everyone accused Qin Mo of knowing his cultivation was at the bottom and that he had drugged the food to avoid being sent to the Remnant Pill Pavilion, hoping to win the competition.

"Qin Mo, you're the only one with the motive to tamper with the soup. What else do you have to say?"

Ma Kun stared at Qin Mo with a cold gaze.

Qin Mo wanted to deny it.

But then he thought again, wasn't he going to take over from Meng Dahai and guard the Remnant Pill Pavilion?

This opportunity has been presented to us; how could we possibly miss it?

"If I said I didn't do it, would you believe me? Since you don't believe me, what's the point of saying anything?"

Qin Mo looked indignant.

The play still has to be performed.

"Fine, you don't want to go to the Remnant Pill Pavilion, so you're going to give everyone laxatives, right?"

Ma Kun sneered, "I insist you go! Right now, pack your bags and get out there to replace Meng Dahai!"

Ma Kun felt extremely pleased.

With Qin Mo's cultivation at the first level of Qi Refining, if he went to the Remnant Pill Pavilion, he would be poisoned by the pills and die within half a month.

No need to hire someone else to do it, and the death is perfectly reasonable.

In this way, they can complete the tasks assigned by their superiors while saving spirit stones.

He's incredibly smart.

"That's right, Qin Mo, you piece of trash, get your ass to the Remnant Pill Pavilion!"

The crowd angrily echoed their agreement.

Qin Mo scanned the faces of these people.

To avoid going to that place rife with erysipelas, no one cared whether he lived or died.

At the bottom of the cultivation world, it's always been the case that a fellow cultivator dies rather than the poor one.

"Wait a moment."

Han Dazhuang suddenly stood up and said, "Maybe it's a problem with the ingredients, not necessarily that Qin Mo poisoned us. We can't wrongly accuse someone."

"What, do you also want to go to the Remnant Pill Pavilion?"

Ma Kun glared at Han Dazhuang.

Han Dazhuang opened his mouth, glanced at Qin Mo, but ultimately said nothing more and retreated back into the crowd.

Qin Mo was surprised that there were people in the courtyard who would speak up for him.

"Qin Mo, aren't you going to pack your things?"

Ma Kun shouted sternly.

Qin Mo's face was full of anger, grievance, and resentment.

But inside, I was overjoyed.

In the eyes of these people, the Remnant Pill Pavilion, permeated with poison, was nothing more than a grave.

But for him, it was a treasure trove.

Ma Kun thought he was being led to a dead end, but little did he know that he was being led to a path to heaven.

Qin Mo went back to his room to pack his things.

He didn't have any valuables; a quilt, a mat, a few sets of clothes, and toiletries were all packed into a bundle.

"Brother Qin, are you really going?"

When Qin Mo walked out the door carrying the bundle, Han Dazhuang was standing outside.

The group of people in the distance watched this scene in twos and threes, gloating.

"What can I do if I don't go?"

Qin Mo feigned a helpless expression.

"You're only at the first level of Qi Refining. You can't withstand the poison from the pills at the Remnant Pill Pavilion. Going there would be suicide!"

Han Dazhuang lowered his voice, his tone urgent.

"Isn't there an antidote? You won't die."

Qin Mo patted Han Dazhuang on the shoulder and started to walk away.

"Qin Mo!"

A loud shout came from the direction of the courtyard gate.

Wang Tie stormed into the courtyard, his right hand slinged across his chest with a cloth strip, and plasters stuck to his face.

The doctor inside said his right hand would be immobile for at least a month.

"What, you want to fight?"

Qin Mo looked at him calmly.

"You fucking..."

Wang Tie was so angry that his eyes turned red. He wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by several handymen disciples.

"Come on, if you hurt me, I won't be able to go to the Remnant Pill Pavilion."

Qin Mo looked at Wang Tie with disdain.

"Don't be impulsive, why get angry with a dying person?"

Several people persuaded Wang Tie to stop.

In their eyes, Qin Mo, a useless Qi Refining Level 1 cultivator, would definitely not survive more than half a month if he went to the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

Wang Tie gasped for breath, then suddenly grinned maliciously: "Qin Mo, you can just rot away in the Remnant Pill Pavilion!"

"Then you don't need to worry about it."

As Qin Mo spoke, Chong Wangtie raised a middle finger, turned around, and strode out of the servants' courtyard.

The moment he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he felt incredibly happy.

Finally, I'm leaving this awful place.

From now on, focus on developing your strength and avoid making any moves if possible.

But anyone who dares to provoke him will be dealt with horribly.

Ma Kun, Wang Tie, and the inner sect senior sister who wants him dead.

You wait and see.

……

"Brother Qin? You were just here last night, why are you here again today?"

In front of the Remnant Pill Pavilion, Meng Dahai was quite surprised to see that the person who came was Qin Mo, but he still opened the array passage to let him in.

"Brother, I'm not leaving now that I'm back."

Qin Mo put down his bag.

"Not leaving?"

Meng Dahai was taken aback.

"Okay, let's hand over the duties. Once that's done, you can leave, bro."

"Are you here to replace me?"

Meng Dahai stared intently at Qin Mo.

"Um."

"Huh! Really?"

Meng Dahai was overjoyed.

I was supposed to have two more days left before my deadline, but who would have thought I could leave this awful place early?

He didn't care whether Qin Mo lived or died; as long as he could leave, that was enough.

"Handover, handover immediately!"

Meng Dahai wished he could pack his bags and leave immediately.

But what needs to be explained still needs to be explained.

The ledger of the Remnant Pill Pavilion needs to record the number of waste pills delivered each day.

The array symbols that control the valley formation.

There's also the key to the Remnant Pill Pavilion.

"Useless pills are usually delivered during the day, and no one comes to places like this at night. You just need to activate the defensive formation at night, and no one outside can get in."

After explaining the precautions, Meng Dahai hurriedly packed his bedding and left without looking back.

In the vast valley, only Qin Mo remained.

"From now on, this place belongs to me."

Qin Mo looked around, and the Qiankun Huasheng Furnace on his chest was slightly warm.

"These discarded pills... are all mine."

However, reshaping a discarded pill requires consuming Qiankun Qi.

Without the Qi of Heaven and Earth, no matter how many waste pills you have, they're just for show.

Waste pills were delivered to the warehouse during the day, and no one visited at night.

In other words, he can only go out at night.

"We need to get down the mountain as soon as possible."

Qin Mo lay on the bed, pondering.

You absolutely must visit Zuihualou.

However, before that, another batch of discarded pills needs to be reconstructed.

Having elixirs in hand gives one confidence.

……

Behind Yunyu Palace, under the moonlight, lies a secluded bamboo hut.

"Useless trash! You can't even kill a mere Qi Refining Level 1 handyman disciple. What use are you to me?"

The woman in the purple dress had her back to Ma Kun, and her voice was cold and sharp.

"This... Qin Mo has already been sent to the Remnant Pill Pavilion by me."

Ma Kun was covered in sweat and bent over low. "With his Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation, he would be eroded by the poison within ten to fifteen days and die silently, and the cause of death would be reasonable."

The woman in the purple dress remained silent for a moment.

"This method is quite appropriate. Let him die in the Remnant Pill Pavilion then."

She casually tossed a small bag, which landed at Ma Kun's feet, the sound of spirit stones colliding crisp and clear.

"Here's your reward. Go collect Qin Mo's body after he dies."

"Yes, sir!"

Ma Kun was both surprised and delighted, and kowtowed repeatedly.

The woman in the purple dress turned around, and with a flash, disappeared into the night.