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

As soon as Qin Mo entered the weapon hall, the voluptuous senior sister on duty surrounded him, her eyes practically glued to him.

"Tsk, Junior Brother Qin, with your looks and physique, whoever becomes your Daoist partner will live a wonderful life."

The female staff member on duty scanned him up and down without any restraint.

Qin Mo's lips twitched.

The enthusiasm of the inner sect senior sister was even more intense than that of the poisonous elixir in the back mountain.

"I wouldn't dare trouble you, senior sister. I'll just pick one myself."

Qin Mo cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Afraid the person outside will get jealous?"

The senior sister on duty gestured towards Xu Qingqing at the door, "Actually, having more Daoist partners means having more blessings, don't you think?"

"Senior sister is joking..."

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore, hurry up and pick one."

The female staff member on duty waved her hand.

Qin Mo nodded and turned to walk inside.

There were hundreds of low-grade spiritual weapons on the first floor, including swords, spears, and halberds, but after scanning them, he found none of them pleasing to the eye.

Go straight to the second floor.

More than half of the weapons on the second floor were gone.

With over a hundred low-grade spiritual artifacts arranged on the shelf, Qin Mo still didn't stop.

Go up to the third floor.

The entire floor was much more spacious, with less than thirty low-grade spiritual artifacts arranged on several rows of wooden shelves. Each artifact shimmered with spiritual light, clearly indicating that they were all high-quality low-grade items.

Qin Mo's gaze was drawn to a short sword in the corner.

The sword is jet black, with subtle lightning patterns on the guard. Tiny arcs of electricity dance across the blade, emitting a very low hum.

"Lightning attribute?"

Qin Mo reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

A line of words appeared in his mind: Thunder Sound Sword, Thunder Attribute, Low-grade Spiritual Weapon.

That's it.

Qin Mo drew his sword and prepared to go downstairs.

"Put that sword down."

A cold, sharp female voice came from the stairwell.

A tall woman dressed in a silver-white outfit strode up to the third floor.

His brows were cold and arrogant, his steps were brisk, and his whole body exuded an overbearing and oppressive aura.

"Greetings, Senior Sister Ling Han."

The senior female officer on duty had also caught up at some point, and she quickly bowed.

"Give me the sword."

Ling Han opened his palm directly towards Qin Mo.

"On what grounds?"

Qin Mo held the Thunder Sound Sword without moving.

"Because this is what I picked out a long time ago, I just haven't come to pick it up yet."

Ling Han pointed to the senior female officer on duty next to him, "She can testify."

"This sword was placed on the third-tier shelf, without any mark of anyone. Now that it's in my hands, it's mine."

Qin Mo's tone was indifferent.

"Stop giving me that nonsense."

Ling Han took a step forward. "You think you can act arrogantly in front of me just because the sect leader made an exception and accepted you into the inner sect?"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your sword."

Ling Han raised his chin slightly, "Otherwise, go to the life-or-death arena, and I'll show you what regret is."

The third floor fell silent.

"What?"

Xu Qingqing caught up at some point, her expression changing drastically. "Senior Sister Ling Han, you, with your peak Foundation Establishment cultivation, are going to go to the life-or-death arena with a junior brother at the fifth level of Qi Refining?"

"If you're afraid, just hand over your sword. Why all the nonsense?"

Ling Han didn't even lift his eyelids.

Qin Mo remained silent for two breaths.

He cannot reveal Iron Bone Realm's trump card now.

Fighting a female cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment in the sect's important territory will bring a lot of trouble, regardless of whether you win or lose.

Moreover, the person behind the scenes who wants to kill him hasn't been found yet, so it's best to keep a low profile at this time.

"Take it."

Qin Mo threw the Thunder Sound Sword at Ling Han.

Ling Han caught it, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"I thought you had some backbone."

She tapped Qin Mo's chest with the scabbard. "So you're just a spineless coward."

After saying that, she turned and went downstairs, walking arrogantly.

Xu Qingqing turned pale with anger, turned to look at Qin Mo, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Qin Mo shook his head, returned to the first floor, and casually picked up an ordinary sword from the shelf.

The female staff member on duty helped him register with a guilty look on her face.

The two left the weapon hall, with Xu Qingqing following beside them, whispering, "Junior Brother Qin, you did the right thing."

"Ling Han is the personal disciple of Elder Song, the head of the Pill Hall. He has a terrible temper and is very stubborn."

"If you confront her head-on, the trouble that follows will be ten times more complicated than this sword."

"Um."

Qin Mo responded with a slight smile.

It's just a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Let this woman be smug for a while today.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future to make her vomit up everything she ate.

The two then went to the Internal Affairs Hall, where Qin Mo received a doorplate.

His residence was arranged in the Purple Bamboo Courtyard, which was reserved for inner disciples. It was a small courtyard with a front hall and a back bedroom. The courtyard was equipped with a small spirit-gathering array, and the concentration of spiritual energy was several times higher than that of the wooden building in the Remnant Pill Valley.

The entire Purple Bamboo Courtyard houses six inner disciples, all of whom are female cultivators except for him, who is the only male disciple.

Xu Qingqing saw him to the entrance of the courtyard and then took her leave.

Qin Mo had barely opened his door when someone came up to him.

"Junior Brother Qin, would it be convenient for you to come out and introduce yourself?"

A woman's laughing voice came from outside the door.

When Qin Mo pushed open the door, he saw five female cultivators with different appearances standing in a row, smiling and looking him over.

"Rumor has it that Junior Brother Qin is handsome and dashing, and seeing him in person today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

The woman in red, who was at the head of the group, spoke first.

"Greetings, senior sisters."

Qin Mo cupped his hands in greeting.

"We'll be neighbors from now on, so come visit me more often when you have time."

A woman in purple maintained her smile.

"Definitely, definitely."

"Since you've agreed, why don't you come now?"

Another senior sister in a white dress stepped forward and said, "I just made some spirit bird soup in the kitchen. I can't finish it all by myself, so I'll share a bowl with my junior brother to warm him up."

"I appreciate your kind offer, senior sisters."

Qin Mo took a half step back. "However, I still have some things from the outer sect that I haven't moved over yet. I'll go and get them first, and I'll definitely come to visit another day."

After he finished speaking, he clasped his hands in a fist salute, then walked past the group and left the courtyard.

"They run fast."

The senior sister in the white dress glanced at his retreating figure and gently pursed her lips.

"What's the rush? He lives right next door. Are you afraid he'll grow wings and fly away?"

The woman in red flicked her fingernails.

"Yes, just make sure those sluts outside don't snatch it away."

A hint of competition flashed in the woman's eyes.

……

Qin Mo left the Purple Bamboo Courtyard and walked straight along the mountain path towards the mountain gate.

He needed to go back to the Remnant Pill Valley to retrieve some things, and while he was at it, he would also like to go to the Drunken Flower Pavilion to give Yan'er the Purple Heaven Blazing Flame Manual.

No more than a hundred feet outside the inner gate, Qin Mo suddenly stopped.

Thirty feet ahead, a silver-white figure stood with his back to him, and the sword hanging at his waist was all too familiar to him—the Thunder Sound Sword.

Ling Han.

Qin Mo's lips curled up slightly; it was like a pillow being delivered to someone who was just about to fall asleep.

Without hesitation, he deliberately stepped on a dead branch and snapped it with a crisp crack that echoed through the silent valley.

Ling Han turned around alertly.

Qin Mo didn't give her a chance to see clearly. He swayed and disappeared into the old forest ahead.

The branches and leaves were so dense that no light could penetrate them. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and silently darted up into the thick branches of an ancient tree, concealing his presence and disappearing into the layers of leaves.

A moment later, Ling Han's figure disappeared into the forest like a cheetah.

Qin Mo looked down and saw that she was looking around and her pace was slowing down, clearly she had lost sight of her target.