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

Qin Mo released his divine sense to scan the area, but there was no one around.

He flipped and leaped down from the treetop, landing steadily three steps away from Ling Han, blocking her path.

"Who is your senior sister looking for? There aren't many paths in this forest, would you like me to show you the way?"

Qin Mo crossed his arms and smiled calmly.

"I'm looking for you!"

Ling Han was looking around when he was startled by a figure suddenly falling from above.

When she saw Qin Mo's face clearly, her eyes immediately lit up.

"What's this? You just got your sword stolen and you're already chasing after me? Are you planning to kneel down and beg me to give it back?"

Ling Han sneered.

"Senior sister, don't be so quick to laugh. What I want is more than just the sword."

Qin Mo tilted his head. "And that 'coward' you just called me was inappropriate. Senior Sister, you'd better take it back."

"ha?"

Ling Han burst out laughing, "A piece of trash at the fifth level of Qi Refining, you dared to chase after me after being insulted? Fine, saves me the trouble of looking for you."

She took half a step forward, unleashing her full power at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and punched Qin Mo's face with a chilling spiritual pressure.

For someone at the peak of Foundation Establishment, dealing with a mere Qi Refining stage nobody is an easy task.

Ling Han's punch was delivered with a wide and powerful style, enhanced by both spiritual energy and physical strength. The speed was so fast that the air itself was squeezed out with a crisp sound.

However, just when she thought that this punch would make Qin Mo's mouth twist and his eyes crooked, Qin Mo's head tilted to the side.

"Um?"

Ling Han's expression changed.

The fist grazed past Qin Mo's ear, without even touching a single hair.

How could a mere Qi Refining Level 5 weakling possibly dodge her full-force attack?

Ling Han couldn't stop. He flipped his right arm and opened his five fingers to knock on Qin Mo's face.

With the support of her peak Foundation Establishment physique, she could leave marks on an iron plate with her five fingers when she clenched her fist.

"Senior sister, this is our first time meeting alone. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to get handsy?"

Qin Mo took a half-step.

Ling Han's hand missed its target just in front of his nose.

"this……"

Ling Han's face darkened.

Both moves missed.

This guy clearly only has the aura of the fifth level of Qi Refining, but a person in the Qi Refining stage absolutely cannot dodge her attacks from the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage one after another.

"Although my senior sister is indeed beautiful, it's a bit too hasty of her to grab someone's face right away."

As soon as Qin Mo finished speaking, he took two quick steps, circled behind Ling Han, and gave her a solid slap on her shapely buttocks.

"Wow, this feels pretty good."

After succeeding, Qin Mo immediately retreated, creating a distance of two zhang.

Ling Han froze on the spot.

The next moment, she began to tremble.

"You lecherous scoundrel! I'll chop off your dog paws!"

Ling Han roared and drew his Thunder Sound Sword from his waist with his right hand.

The moment the sword was drawn, countless purple flames shot out from the blade, and the branches and leaves of the bushes within a radius of three zhang withered instantly after being swept by the flames.

Qin Mo pushed off with his toes and retreated several feet, just avoiding the area where the flames were spreading.

"What? You're allowed to take my things, but I'm not allowed to take advantage of you? Senior sister's rules are too domineering."

Qin Mo looked completely indifferent.

"you……"

Ling Han's eyes were bloodshot as she gritted her teeth and stared intently at him.

"I'll kill you!"

She swung her sword in anger, and a purple flame shot out from the tip, tearing through the air and striking Qin Mo in the blink of an eye.

"Let's give it a try."

Qin Mo clenched his right fist, the muscles in his arm tensing up one by one.

He threw a punch at the blazing flame, his fist covered with a layer of bronze-colored blood energy.

"court death!"

Drinking in the freezing cold.

A useless Qi Refining stage cultivator used his physical body to withstand her blazing sword energy?

An ant trying to shake a tree.

I'll cripple one of his arms today.

Ling Han did not hold back.

The fist and the flames collided violently.

Ling Han waited to see Qin Mo's entire right arm burned to a crisp.

However, the fierce look on her face froze the next moment.

Qin Mo smashed the purple flames apart with a single punch.

The bursting flames scattered and flew everywhere, leaping and flickering in the dim woods, illuminating the surrounding old trees in an intermittent light before extinguishing and dissipating.

"How is that possible..."

Ling Han was stunned.

The Thunder Sound Sword in her hand was a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Qin Mo, a Qi Refining stage cultivator, actually shattered the blazing sword energy unleashed by the spiritual weapon with his fist.

"Qi Refining Level 5..."

Only then did Ling Han carefully sense Qin Mo's cultivation fluctuations.

Indeed, he is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"What exactly are you?!"

Ling Han was both shocked and furious.

"Me? I'm the coward my senior sister was talking about."

Qin Mo smiled.

"Good, very good."

Ling Han took a step back, tossed the Thunder Sound Sword into the air, and formed a sword finger with both hands.

"Playing dumb to fool others, huh? You're only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, while I'm at the peak of Foundation Establishment! The difference in cultivation level isn't something you can bridge with tricks!"

"Buzz!"

In mid-air, the Thunder Sound Sword emitted a brilliant purple light, and flames scattered in all directions.

"die!"

Ling Han shouted sharply and pointed his sword.

The Thunder Sound Sword transformed into a purple flame, accompanied by a piercing whistle, and pierced straight into Qin Mo's chest.

Ling Han was truly intent on killing.

I originally intended to seize the opportunity to tie up this piece of trash and use him as a furnace, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning. So I'll just cripple him first.

Qin Mo felt the wind from the sword rushing towards him, his robes fluttering wildly behind him.

"Well done!"

He spread his feet apart, lowered his body, and slightly bent his knees to stabilize his stance.

Blood and qi surged and boiled within the body, and a bronze glow emanated from beneath the skin.

He swung his right fist and slammed it head-on into the incoming Thunder Sound Sword.

"Buzz!"

The fist struck the tip of the sword squarely.

Violent flames burst forth in all directions from the point of impact.

The trees around Qin Mo crackled and popped as they were charred, their thick trunks snapped in two by the force of the punches, sending splinters flying everywhere.

The aftershocks plowed several charred cracks into the ground.

"snort!"

Qin Mo stomped his right foot, and the ground collapsed, cracking in a circle.

The force rose from the ground, passed through the spine, and caused a sudden surge of energy and blood throughout the body.

The force of the fist suddenly increased, and the Thunder Sound Sword was hit by the punch, emitting a shrill hum. The blade was covered with cracks and flew backward, embedding itself in the soil ten feet away, trembling incessantly.

"..."

Ling Han stared at this scene, completely dumbfounded.

Can one withstand the full power of a low-grade spiritual weapon head-on with their own flesh and blood?

And they even smashed her sword into scrap metal?

"this one?"

Qin Mo pushed off the ground with his right foot.

Dirt flew everywhere as he was propelled forward, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

In the blink of an eye, he circled behind Ling Han, his right hand's five fingers tightened, firmly gripping her neck and lifting her off the ground.

The five fingers tightened.

Ling Han was out of breath, his face flushed red, and his feet kicked and thrashed in the air.

"You are... a body-refining cultivator..."

Ling Han squeezed out a few words with all his might.

The other party is a body cultivator.

A legendary body-refining cultivator whose cultivation techniques have long been lost.

She never dreamed that beneath Qin Mo's apparent fifth level of Qi Refining lay such overwhelming physical strength.

She, a dignified peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, was lifted up by a Qi Refining cultivator with one hand.

"It's too late to realize it now."

Qin Mo leaned close to her ear, his voice extremely low.

"Senior sister, you already know my biggest secret. Tell me, how can I shut you up?"