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

Deep in the dimly lit old forest.

Qin Mo clenched his right hand and lifted Ling Han into the air.

"Qin Mo, let me go... I am Elder Song's personal disciple..."

Ling Han was both shocked and furious. She kicked wildly with her feet dangling in the air, squeezing out a little air from her chest, and her pretty face turned bright red.

She tried desperately to pry Qin Mo's hand off, her fingernails scratching white marks on the back of his hand, but she couldn't budge it an inch.

"Ha, so now you know to seek help from powerful backers?"

Qin Mo laughed out loud.

"If you... if you dare to hurt me, Elder Song will not let you off!"

Ling Han shouted hoarsely.

"snort."

Qin Mo flicked his wrist, and Ling Han was thrown into the grass three steps away, his back thudding.

She rolled over and got up, gesturing with her right hand towards the distance.

The cracked Thunderclap Sword hummed as it was pulled from the soil and trembled as it flew back into her palm.

"Purple Cloud Sword Technique!"

Ling Han gritted his teeth and urged his remaining spiritual power, and three broken sword lights were barely generated from the Thunder Sound Sword, carrying purple flames as they rushed towards Qin Mo.

"Is that all you've got?"

Qin Mo didn't move an inch. His legs sank, and he became as steady as an iron stake.

Three sword lights slashed at him, the crisp sound of metal clashing exploded, and the flames jumped down his skin twice before dissipating completely.

"you……"

Ling Han was completely stunned.

She controlled the sword light to strike Qin Mo.

All three sword beams were deflected.

Not even a single drop of blood was left.

"this one?"

Qin Mo took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Ling Han's heart tightened, and he pushed off the ground with both feet, trying to fly into the air on his sword.

He had only flown half a zhang into the air when his ankle suddenly sank, and he was pulled down by a large hand, his back slamming onto the ground, his internal organs jolting.

Have you ever heard of a forbidden spell called the God-Slaying Curse?

Qin Mo half-squatted in front of her, his smile undiminished.

"What...?"

Ling Han's face turned pale.

"Don't... Qin Mo, don't do anything rash..."

Her voice trembled as she moved backward, her back pressed against the muddy ground.

"It's too late."

Qin Mo extended his right hand, his index finger landing precisely between Ling Han's brows. A pure divine thought, imprinted with the mark of the God-Slaying Forbidden Curse, fiercely ground into the depths of her divine aperture.

"No……"

Ling Han's body convulsed, and his pupils dilated.

She could clearly sense that something that didn't belong to her had appeared in her divine aperture, occupying the very core of it, and that a single thought from that thing could cause her soul to be scattered.

It’s over.

She originally planned to take the opportunity to capture this Qi Refining stage trash and use him as a furnace, but little did she know that the other party was a body-refining monster with hidden strength.

Her body was made of iron; she could even withstand a full-force attack from someone at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Now, not only have they failed to catch anyone, they've become the caged bird themselves.

"Senior sister."

Qin Mo clapped his hands and stood up, looking down at her. "From now on, you'll be my mole. This is a secret known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. If a third person finds out..."

He paused, his tone light and airy.

"I wouldn't mind if Elder Song received your body."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the woods.

Ling Han slumped to the ground, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

She slowly stood up from the bushes, staring in the direction where Qin Mo had disappeared.

I'm so regretful.

Who told her that Qin Mo was a good-for-nothing?

Who told her that the fifth level of Qi Refining was easy to handle?

She had lived for over twenty years, and for the first time, she felt utterly and irredeemably stupid.

Suddenly, a rustling sound of footsteps came from outside the woods.

Ling Han froze, instinctively gripping the broken sword in his hand.

A figure emerged from among the trees.

Ling Han looked closely and saw that the person who came was none other than Senior Sister Shen Ruoyan.

"Junior Sister Ling Han?"

Shen Ruoyan's gaze swept over the mess of broken wood and scorched marks all around.

"Senior Sister."

Ling Han immediately clasped his hands in a salute, his face calm and showing no sign of anything amiss.

"What's going on here?"

Shen Ruoyan frowned.

"Replying to Senior Sister, I just retrieved the Thunder Sound Sword from the Weapon Hall. I felt an itch to use it, so I tested it out here and lost control of my strength for a moment."

Ling Han's tone remained unchanged.

"Are you practicing your sword here?"

Shen Ruoyan gave her a cold look.

"I just got a new weapon that I'm comfortable with, so I want to get familiar with it."

Ling Han waved his right hand, and the Thunder Sound Sword, which had been lying askew in the muddy ground some distance away, flew back into his palm.

Shen Ruoyan was half-believing and half-doubting, and was about to ask further questions.

Suddenly, a communication jade slip fell from the sky.

Shen Ruoyan caught it with her right hand and probed it with her divine sense.

"Liu Ruyan died suddenly in the Discipline Hall?"

Shen Ruoyan's expression changed drastically.

She gave Ling Han a deep look, then transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the Discipline Hall.

Another lead has gone cold.

The Supreme Elder ordered her to thoroughly investigate the assassination attempt at the Scripture Pavilion. Ma Yan was dead, and Liu Ruyan was also dead. The person behind it was frighteningly clean in their methods.

Ling Han gazed in the direction Shen Ruoyan had gone, exhaled a long breath, and his legs went weak, causing him to lean against a tree trunk.

……

Candan Valley.

As night fell, Qin Mo returned to Pill Room Number Eighteen.

He closed the door, took out the Qiankun Transformation Furnace, and hung it in front of him.

I'm going on a long trip tonight, so I need to pack some essentials.

He took thirty of each of the discarded Breakthrough Pills and Youth Preservation Pills he had found in the cabinet and threw them into the furnace.

"Reshape".

The energy of heaven and earth surged, and the sixty discarded pills tumbled and fused together inside the furnace.

A moment later, the inspiration subsided.

Qin Mo lifted the furnace lid.

Sixty perfectly round finished pills were quietly placed at the bottom of the furnace, their fragrance filling the air.

It consumed three hundred strands of Qiankun Qi.

He put the pills into his storage ring, walked into the teleportation platform, and took out a high-grade spirit stone to embed in the groove.

A flash of inspiration struck, and the person was no longer in the Valley of Broken Pills.

……

Yunxia Town, Zuihua Tower.

In the top-tier guest room, Hua Meiniang was pacing back and forth.

"Why hasn't Master arrived yet...?"

She checked all the arrangements three times, and was just waiting for Qin Mo to appear.

Tonight is the night to reap the rewards.

That idiot Murong Yi has been keeping an eye on her every move. As long as she makes the illusion of breaking through to the Golden Core stage, the ancestor behind her will definitely show himself.

Suddenly, spiritual energy surged from the direction of the bedroom.

"They're here."

Hua Meiniang quickly went to greet her.

Qin Mo walked out of the bedroom.

"Your subordinate greets your master."

Hua Meiniang bowed respectfully.

"Has anyone taken the bait?"

Qin Mo got straight to the point.

"Murong Yi has already taken the bait."

Hua Meiniang lowered her voice, "The Golden Core Ancestor of the Murong family should already be on his way."

"Okay. Let's get started."

Qin Mo also wanted to assess just how much a Golden Core cultivator really was.

Ling Han was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and he dealt with him like a chick.

The old monster at the Golden Core Realm might be able to give him a good fight in the mid-stage Iron Bone Realm.

The two left through a secret door of the Drunken Flower Pavilion and traveled for a hundred miles.

Hua Meiniang led Qin Mo to a canyon hidden in the folds of the mountains.

Surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides, the valley entrance is so narrow that only one person can pass through at a time, making it a natural trap.

Qin Mo concealed his aura and disappeared into the shadows of the valley wall.

Hua Meiniang walked alone into the depths of the canyon, sat cross-legged, and began to activate her spiritual power, pretending to break through to the Golden Core stage.

A wave of spiritual pressure spread outwards.

In less than half an incense stick's time, under the moonlight, two figures appeared like ghosts outside the valley entrance.

"Golden Core Realm?"

Qin Mo's gaze was fixed on the white-haired old man beside Murong Yi.

The old man's vital energy was contained within, exuding an imposing aura without anger; his aura as a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was as steady as the deep sea.

"Hua Meiniang, let's see how you escape this time!"

Murong Yi beamed with smugness, "I've even brought my ancestor here! A Grandmaster at the Golden Core realm, I'll send you on your way tonight!"