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

Inside the cave, Xue Tu's right palm was locked by Qin Mo's dantian, and that earth-shattering force was frantically drawing out his nascent soul essence.

By the time he came to his senses, it was too late.

My palm felt like it was welded to an iron wall; no matter how hard I tried to pull it back, I couldn't.

He originally intended to shatter Qin Mo's dantian, but the kid ended up using it as fertilizer instead.

With the Qiankun Transformation Furnace protecting Qin Mo, any amount of true essence that pours in will simply be refined and purified.

That punch landed squarely on Blood Butcher's cheekbone.

The sound of bones cracking was particularly clear in the cave.

Blood Butcher's vision went black, his nose tilted half an inch, and when he opened his mouth, three broken teeth, streaked with blood, flew out.

Qin Mo had no intention of holding back, alternating between his left and right fists as he struck Xue Tu's face.

Blood Butcher's right hand was drained, leaving only his left hand to barely block, and he took four or five more heavy blows in a row.

He was stunned by the beating.

Having lived for over two hundred years, he never dreamed that a mere ant at the fifth level of Qi Refining would dare to use him as a target.

This kid has something sinister hidden in his dantian; he was careless.

The true essence within his body poured into the opponent's dantian like a floodgate being opened. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before his cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage would be completely drained.

"impossible……"

Blood Butcher desperately tried to contract his meridians to lock in his internal energy.

But the more he tried to lock it, the more his true essence leaked out.

"Bastard!"

Blood Butcher flipped his left hand, revealing a three-inch-long black iron cone in his palm. The tip of the cone gleamed with a ghostly green light and pierced straight into Qin Mo's throat.

Qin Mo raised his hand and clenched his fist, his five fingers gripping the cone.

A searing, tearing pain immediately shot through my palm, and blood trickled down between my fingers.

This iron awl is excessively sharp.

His peak Copper Skin Realm physical body could block swords and knives with ease, yet this thing could actually break through his defenses.

Where did this iron cone come from?

"Kill God..."

Blood Butcher roared and urged the iron spikes forward.

"Buzz!"

A malevolent force exploded from the cone, surged upwards along Qin Mo's palm, reached his shoulder in the blink of an eye, and rushed straight to his brow.

Qin Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as that evil force was about to break through his divine aperture, the Qiankun Transformation Furnace suddenly started operating.

A devouring force surged from the furnace, engulfing the evil energy within.

The eerie green light on the iron cone dimmed inch by inch, its sinister power completely devoured by the transformation furnace.

"No……"

Blood Butcher spat out a mouthful of blood.

The god-killing cone was destroyed, turning into a piece of dead iron.

This magical artifact was connected to his soul; its destruction would injure him.

Qin Mo's back was soaked with cold sweat.

If it weren't for the Furnace of Transformation protecting him, that evil force would have shattered his divine senses, leaving him as nothing more than an empty shell without a soul.

He was both shocked and furious.

"You're the only one who has magical artifacts?"

Qin Mo gritted his teeth and pulled out the rusty broken sword from his storage space, then slashed it down at the root of Xue Tu's left arm.

Blood Butcher let out a miserable howl as his entire left arm was severed at the shoulder, splattering blood everywhere.

"this……"

Qin Mo himself was stunned.

A rusty sword actually severed the physical body of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"How is that possible..."

Blood Butcher looked down at his empty left shoulder, his face ashen.

After losing an arm, the rate at which his vital energy was drained doubled.

Qin Mo sheathed his broken sword, flipped his left hand over to grip Xue Tutian's skull, and fully activated the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique.

"you……"

Blood Butcher felt his vital energy rapidly leaking out of his body.

"You forced me to this..."

Blood Butcher gritted his teeth, and the nascent soul sleeping in his dantian suddenly opened its eyes.

A violent burst of spiritual pressure erupted, causing the entire cave to shake violently and sending rocks raining down.

"Nascent Soul Incarnation!"

A phantom rushed out from Blood Butcher's body, solidified into the appearance of a second Blood Butcher, and stood beside him.

Qin Mo stared at the illusory figure, his eyelids twitching.

Nascent Soul Incarnation.

An avatar outside the body.

This old bastard is willing to burn his Nascent Soul power to kill him.

The phantom flipped its right hand, and the power of its nascent soul condensed into a long sword, slashing towards Qin Mo's face.

The blade's energy tore through the air in the cave.

Qin Mo was greatly alarmed.

His opponent was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage; he couldn't withstand that strike.

"You bastard, you'll be buried with me!"

Blood Butcher screamed hoarsely, his Nascent Soul form raising a long sword and slashing down at Qin Mo's head.

The blade had already sliced ​​through the stray hairs on Qin Mo's forehead.

At that very moment.

A beam of snow-white sword light shot in from outside the cave, silently piercing through the body of the Nascent Soul incarnation.

"No……"

Blood Butcher watched in despair as his nascent soul shattered and dissipated in mid-air. That strike had been just half an inch away from cleaving Qin Mo's head in two.

Fall short.

Blood Butcher spat out another mouthful of blood.

The nascent soul within his dantian also disintegrated.

One sword strike, and the infant is annihilated.

A figure walked in from outside the cave.

"you?"

Blood Butcher's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

"What happened? I only walked a step faster, and you're already in such a sorry state?"

The newcomer looked down at Qin Mo with a hint of smugness in his voice.

Qin Mo looked up.

The moonlight poured in through the cave entrance, illuminating the stunningly beautiful face of the newcomer.

Who else could it be but Shangguan Yue?

She had regained her true appearance at some point, wearing a white dress and exuding an aura of superiority.

The number one beauty in the cultivation world of the Eastern Continent truly lives up to her reputation.

"Should I kill him?"

Shangguan Yue glanced at the blood butcher with a severed arm lying on the ground.

"No, I'm using him to practice my skills."

Qin Mo quickly spoke up.

"Then take your time."

Shangguan Yue smiled, retreated to the cave entrance, and leaned against the stone wall, watching from the sidelines.

Blood Butcher was in despair.

His nascent soul was destroyed by Shangguan Yue's sword, and most of his cultivation was ruined.

However, the nascent soul essence he had accumulated within his body for a hundred years was still enormous.

Qin Mo held onto his crown tightly, refusing to let go, and activated the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique at full power.

Blood Butcher's flesh shrank at a visible rate, turning him from a gaunt old man into a human skin wrapped around bones.

The moment the last trace of true essence was drained, Qin Mo kicked the dying Blood Butcher to the ground, then sat down cross-legged.

A terrifying transformation is taking place inside his body.

His entire skeleton shattered amidst the tremors, only to be reassembled under the nourishment of true energy.

A dark metallic sheen emerged from the bone surface, like cast iron being quenched.

Mortal bones shed, iron bones reforged.

This is the Iron Bone Realm.

A powerful surge of energy erupted from Qin Mo's body, and a crimson pillar of energy pierced through the rubble on the cave ceiling, shooting straight into the night sky.

The cave collapsed with a deafening roar, boulders tumbled down, and dust billowed into the sky.

"Such strong vital energy..."

Outside the cave, Shangguan Yue's eyes lit up.

Qin Mo's blood and qi surged like a pillar, crimson light soared into the sky, and the sound of metal clashing between his bones resonated.

All the true essence refined from the Transformation Furnace was poured into his physical body for tempering.

Muscles and bones are like cast iron, and blood and qi are like a furnace.

He was a living weapon.

"What kind of body cultivation technique does he practice?"

Shangguan Yue stared in Qin Mo's direction, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Body cultivators are nearly extinct in this world. This guy not only followed the path of body cultivation, but his qi and blood are more powerful than any body cultivator she has ever seen.

In her eyes, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining was insignificant.

But the hardness of this physical body is something even a peak Golden Core cultivator would have to think twice about.

"That's interesting."

Shangguan Yue looked at the figure in the ruins and a smile appeared on her lips.

Several hours later.

Qin Mo felt a jolt throughout his body as his skeletal structure was reconstructed.

He stood up from the pile of rubble, his bones glowing with a dark golden light, his inner power so profound that even he himself felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

The meridians have been widened several times, and the skin, flesh, and fascia have been repeatedly tempered by true energy, making the defense and explosive power incomparable to what they were before.

He clenched his fist.

A muffled cracking sound came from inside my body.

"This is the Iron Bone Realm? The power to directly crush a peak Golden Core cultivator with one's physical body?"

Qin Mo felt that he had nowhere to release the energy in his body.

"Huh, is that old bastard still alive?"