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

A blood-red ice shell enveloped Qin Mo's entire body, and the chill seeped from the surface into his bones.

Murong Jue dragged his aged body step by step as he walked over.

"Die!"

He channeled all his spiritual power into his right fist, the blood-red light covering the entire surface of his fist, and slammed it fiercely into the center of the ice shell.

"Snap!"

Before the fist even arrived, a crack suddenly appeared on the ice shell.

Murong Jue paused for a moment.

The crack wasn't blasted out from the outside; it was forced open from the inside.

"boom!"

The crimson ice shell exploded from the inside, sending countless shards of ice scattering and tumbling in all directions under the moonlight.

Murong Jue was the first to be hit.

A barrage of ice shards struck him, and he screamed, clutching his face and staggering back several steps.

next interest.

A leg swept out from the smoke and dust.

Whip kick.

Without any fancy moves, all the brute power of a mid-stage Iron Bone Realm cultivator was poured into this side kick.

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on Murong Jue's ribs, sending him flying sideways like a top with its axis broken.

"Boom!"

Murong Jue's body crashed through a stone pillar, plowed across three zhang of ground, and finally embedded itself in the cliff at the end of the canyon.

Qin Mo stepped out of the broken ice, patted the remaining ice shards off his shoulders, and stretched his neck a couple of times.

"That's it? After burning through your lifespan, this is all you've got?"

Weak breathing came from inside the cliff.

Murong Jue lay sprawled among the rubble, countless bones broken from his body.

That face was withered and emaciated from burning away its lifespan; its left eye socket was sunken and bleeding, and its right eye was filled with resentment and fear.

Three hundred years of cultivation, are you going to lose it all to this junior in the Qi Refining stage?

"No... I can't die here..."

Murong Jue's golden core began to tremble violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.

Qin Mo's expression changed; was he going to self-destruct his golden core?

The self-destruction of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator is enough to level an area within a hundred feet.

"Master, be careful!"

Hua Meiniang shouted shrilly from afar.

Qin Mo did not retreat.

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground collapsed, creating a crater. He had already rushed to Murong Jue's side.

With his right hand outstretched, he probed Murong Jue's lower abdomen.

Murong Jue's eyes widened: "Are you crazy..."

"Pfft."

The sound of five fingers piercing flesh echoed through the canyon.

Qin Mo's right hand plunged into Murong Jue's dantian, and scalding blood flowed down his wrist.

Murong Jue let out a howl that sounded inhuman.

Qin Mo's five fingers closed inside his body, grasping the shattering golden core, and pulled it outwards sharply.

"puff!"

A golden core, the size of a fist, blood red in color, and covered with cracks, was forcibly pulled out.

Blood splattered.

Murong Jue's howl came to an abrupt halt.

He seemed to have lost all his vitality, and the light in his eyes went out.

The Murong family patriarch, who was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, died just like that, unable to even self-destruct.

Qin Mo gripped the crimson golden pill. The violent energy contained within it struggled twice in his palm, but was forcefully suppressed by his Iron Bone Realm physique and gradually subsided.

"too……"

Hua Meiniang rushed over from a distance, her eyes wide open, staring at Qin Mo's bloody right hand and the golden pill in his palm, her lips trembling for a long time.

"Too cruel, Master..."

Further away, Murong Yi, who had lost an arm, slumped to the ground, trembling like a leaf.

He watched with his own eyes as his ancestor had his golden core extracted while he was still alive.

The hands, still covered in flesh and blood when they were pulled from the lower abdomen, were now casually shaking off the blood.

"Ancestor..."

Murong Yi murmured, his face ashen.

"Hua Mei Niang"

Qin Mo put the golden core into the transformation furnace and said in a calm tone, "Murong Yi is yours to deal with."

"yes!"

Hua Meiniang came to her senses and walked towards Murong Yi, who was slumped on the ground.

Qin Mo didn't look over there anymore.

He crouched down and took out a storage ring from Murong Jue's corpse.

A superior storage ring, with heavy and complex restrictions.

He couldn't open it with his level five Qi Refining cultivation, but it didn't matter.

Qin Mo threw the ring into the transformation furnace in his dantian.

A line of text appeared on the furnace wall: "Superior-grade storage artifact, consumes 500 strands of Qiankun Qi, can be reforged into a top-grade artifact."

Five hundred.

He now possesses over 5,700 strands of Qiankun Qi, more than enough.

"Recast".

The cosmic energy surged, and the divine soul imprint and restrictions belonging to Murong Jue on the storage ring were completely erased.

Qin Mo bit his thumb, dripping blood to signify ownership, and then probed the ring with his divine sense.

The interior space is at least 500 square meters.

On the east side is a row of medicine cabinets, with various kinds of pills labeled in a categorized manner.

Blood Coagulation Pill, Bone-Corroding Powder, Heart-Eating Gu... these are the poisons commonly used by evil cultivators.

But the real treasures are hidden in the middle few compartments.

Two bottles of Foundation Building Pills, one bottle of Breakthrough Pills, and three thousand-year-old Blood Ginsengs of excellent quality.

The south side is the Spirit Stone.

Three top-grade spirit stones, eight boxes of high-grade spirit stones, forty boxes of mid-grade spirit stones, and several hundred boxes of low-grade spirit stones.

The entire fortune of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator was even greater than he had anticipated.

On the shelf to the west were several scrolls of cultivation techniques and some miscellaneous items.

Qin Mo scanned the jade slips with his divine sense and suddenly stopped.

A jade scroll, gleaming with a cold light, lay quietly in the corner.

He took it out, and the Furnace of Life gave him a prompt: Nine Heavens Frost Technique, Profound Rank, High Grade, requires an extremely cold ice spiritual root to cultivate.

Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

Shuang'er possesses a top-grade Ice Spirit Root.

In addition, the cold attribute energy contained in Murong Jue's blood-red golden core...

With these two items, Shuang'er's cultivation level will surely increase significantly.

Of the three half-demons, Yan'er has acquired the Purple Heaven Blazing Flame Technique, Shuang'er now has a cultivation method, and only Lan'er is still without one.

Qin Mo put away the jade slip and continued flipping through the pages.

In the north corner, there were several dusty old boxes, filled with broken magical artifacts and incomplete jade slips.

He examined each item by hand.

Most of it was ordinary scrap metal, until he touched the bottommost piece of yellowed animal hide.

A line of text appeared in his mind: "The middle chapter of the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique is incomplete. It requires 1000 strands of Qiankun Qi to complete."

Qin Mo's breathing became heavy for a moment.

The Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique.

He only practiced the basic chapters of the body cultivation technique he obtained from the bronze slip, and never progressed to the later chapters.

After spending more than half a year searching for a sequel, it turned out to be hidden in the junkyard of a heretical old master.

"Complete".

A thousand streams of cosmic energy surged into the tattered page, and the text on the animal hide rapidly reassembled and expanded, revealing a complete middle section of the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique.

Qin Mo scanned the entire cultivation technique with his divine sense, and all its contents were imprinted into his mind.

Cool.

After the Iron Bone Realm comes the Golden Body Realm, which is comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm.

When the middle section of the Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Technique is mastered, the physical body can withstand a full-force attack from an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Qin Mo put away the animal hide and glanced at the remaining Qiankun Qi, which totaled four thousand two hundred strands.

I went out tonight, collected all of Murong Jue's belongings, and even renewed my body cultivation technique.

value.

He stood up and glanced in the distance in the direction where Hua Meiniang was carrying Murong Yi back.

"Clean it up, then we'll talk more back at the Drunken Brothel."

……

Half an hour later.

Drunken Flower Pavilion, Room No. 1 (Heavenly Class).

Qin Mo stepped out of the teleportation array, took off his black iron mask and threw it on the table, then stretched.

He still had Murong Jue's blood on him and needed to change his clothes.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

They stopped in their tracks.

Two lamps were lit in the room, casting a dim yellow light on the edge of the bed.

Two women sat upright on it.

A man dressed in white, his brows and eyes revealing the dignified bearing of someone who had just achieved Nascent Soul status.

Gu Yingxue.

The other person wore an elegant palace dress, and her aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator was restrained and profound.

White Snowflakes.

Two high-ranking members of the Cloud Rain Palace, both at the Nascent Soul stage, sat together in his bedroom waiting for him.