Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

As time passed, the liquid inside the alchemy furnace became increasingly thick, and its color gradually changed to a warm amber hue.

At this moment, the records in the alchemy manual kept echoing in Shen Chumo's mind. She knew that controlling the heat was crucial, and if she made the slightest mistake, all the previous efforts in making this batch of pills would be wasted.

She concentrated her mind and subtly adjusted the spiritual energy she poured into the alchemy furnace, causing the size and temperature of the flames to change accordingly. Under the heat of the flames, the medicinal liquid inside the furnace began to bubble and gurgle, filling the room with a rich aroma.

Finally, a crisp "ding-dong" sound came from inside the alchemy furnace. Shen Chumo was overjoyed, knowing that this was a sign that the pill had taken shape. She quickly extinguished the flames and opened the furnace.

A rich medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire room. Inside the furnace, ten round Qi Gathering Pills lay quietly, their surfaces radiating a faint luster, clearly indicating their exceptional quality.

Shen Chumo picked up a pill, examined it carefully, and a gratified smile appeared on her face. Her first attempt at pill refining could be considered a great success.

When an ordinary person refines pills for the first time, even if they succeed, the quality won't be very good, and the quantity will be at most three pills. But Shen Chumo produces the highest quality, top-grade pills in one go, and ten at that. If other alchemists knew about this, they would be so angry they would vomit blood.

Just then, Shen Chumo heard light footsteps outside the inn. The footsteps were deliberately made soft, but they still didn't escape her keen senses. A thought flashed through her mind, and she instantly realized that there might be uninvited guests.

Shen Chumo quickly put away the Qi Gathering Pill, returned to her room, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep.

Fuyi and Qin'er tiptoed to Shen Chumo's door. Qin'er took out a small bamboo tube from her bosom, which contained a specially made sleeping potion.

She aimed the bamboo tube at the crack in the door, blew gently, and a wisp of pale green smoke slowly drifted into the room through the crack.

The two held their breath, waiting for the sleeping gas to take effect.

After a moment, Qin'er gestured to Fuyi with her eyes, and the two gently pushed open the door, the hinges making a slight creaking sound.

They entered the room and, by the dim moonlight, saw Shen Chumo lying motionless on the bed. A smug, cold smile crept onto their lips.

"Hmph, this woman is still fast asleep, completely unaware that she's about to suffer." Fu Yi lowered her voice, her eyes full of malice. She drew a sharp dagger from her waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and walked step by step toward Shen Chumo by the bedside.

Qin'er followed behind her, her hands trembling slightly, her face full of excitement.

Just as Fu Yi raised the dagger, about to stab Shen Chumo's face, Shen Chumo suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Her body sprang from the bed like a ghost, her left hand swiftly reaching out to grab Fuyi's wrist holding the knife. With a sharp twist, a crisp cracking sound came from Fuyi's wrist, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

Before Fuyi could even scream, Shen Chumo's right hand had already gathered a ball of spiritual energy and struck her heavily in the chest.

Fu Yi flew backward several feet like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall. A mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Upon seeing this, Qin'er was terrified and turned to run away.

Shen Chumo would not let her escape so easily. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and instantly appeared behind Qin'er, kicking Qin'er in the back of the knee. Qin'er fell to her knees with a "thud".

Shen Chumo grabbed Qin'er's hair with his left hand, lifting her head violently, and with his right hand, he gripped her neck, coldly asking, "Tell me, why did you want to harm me?"

Qin'er trembled with fear, her face as pale as paper. She stammered, "I...we were jealous that you were chosen by Senior Brother Shi Shu and advanced in the competition. We just wanted to ruin your face...please forgive me, I'll never dare to do it again..."

A hint of disgust flashed in Shen Chumo's eyes. He tightened his grip slightly, and Qin'er's neck clenched so tightly that it made a cracking sound. Her breathing became increasingly difficult, her eyes bulged, and her face turned bluish-purple.

"Just because of jealousy, you want to ruin my face. That Shi Shu dares to seduce women in front of you all day long. Why don't you kill Shi Shu? You only know how to target innocent women."

"You're so skilled; you must have done this many times before."

Shen Chumo's voice was icy, tinged with mockery, and she increased the pressure on her hand.

Qin'er made a "gurgling" sound in her throat, shaking her head desperately, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. She wanted to explain, but because her neck was being choked, she could only let out muffled sobs.

Shen Chumo snorted coldly, loosening her grip slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Tell me, how many people have you harmed before?"

Qin'er gasped for breath, tears and snot streaming down her face, and stammered, "I...I can't remember...there were probably...about four or five people..."

"Since that's the case, you all deserve to die."

Finally, Qin'er's body gradually went limp and she stopped breathing.

Shen Chumo released her grip, and Qin'er's body fell to the ground. She then walked to Fuyi's side. Fuyi was still alive at this moment. When she saw Shen Chumo approaching, her eyes were filled with fear. She wanted to beg for mercy, but due to her severe injuries, she could only make weak "woof" sounds.

Shen Chumo looked at her coldly, "This is the price of evil." With that, he channeled spiritual energy into Fuyi's body, ending her life.

Shen Chumo frowned slightly as she looked at the two corpses, pondering how to deal with them.

These two deserve to die, but if their bodies are found in their room, it will inevitably cause trouble.

After a moment's thought, she decided to store the body in her spiritual spring space and dispose of it in a secluded place later.

Then, she used magic to clean up the bloodstains and signs of a struggle in the room, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

Shen Chumo appeared on the stage on time. She was dressed in white, her posture was upright, and she exuded a calm aura, which contrasted sharply with the noisy environment around her.

In the crowd, she spotted Shi Shu at a glance. His brows were furrowed, and his face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water. But he didn't look at her once. It seemed that Shi Shu was unaware that the two women had come to see her.

As the match began, Shen Chumo's number was drawn in the first round. She steadily walked onto the stage, her gaze calmly fixed on the opponent.

Her opponent, a tall man at the Golden Core stage, stood there, dressed in a black outfit, with a large sword radiating a chilling aura hanging at his waist. His spiritual energy surged around him like a raging undercurrent, and just by standing there, he exuded an invisible sense of oppression.

The man's eyes flashed with amazement when he saw Shen Chumo's appearance, but he immediately noticed that Shen Chumo's cultivation level was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.