Primordial Treasure Mirror

Su Yang's senses are incredibly sharp now.

He realized that the person was coming for his house as soon as he noticed the commotion outside.

He thought it was someone else coming to talk to him about something.

But I never expected it.

The person who came didn't knock or greet them; they just shoved the door open.

Su Yang was refining pills when the door was pushed open, and he abruptly stopped.

Almost instinctively, he stopped refining the pills and used his hands to put the pill furnace and the pill materials on the ground into the mirror space.

His face darkened, and he asked:

"Who is it?"

There was no answer from outside, only the sound of hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

The door was pushed open, as if someone was about to force their way in.

How could Su Yang not be nervous? After all, he couldn't allow others to discover that he was refining pills.

Just a moment ago.

He genuinely felt murderous intent.

Thinking about what would happen if someone broke in.

He was determined to kill him.

He couldn't accept even the slightest possibility of being exposed.

Murder is only somewhat risky.

If one's abnormality is exposed, that would be a catastrophe.

But now.

The person outside simply pushed the door open and then left.

It was like someone had played a prank.

Su Yang's brows furrowed deeply:

"At this hour, to show up uninvited, to push open my door without saying hello, is clearly ill-intentioned."

"Moreover, this person walks very quietly, which means he must be deliberately slowing down his steps in order to startle me suddenly."

Su Yang already had a guess in his mind.

He let out a long breath, stood up, and opened the door after confirming that there was no movement outside.

Look outside.

Under the cover of night, the outside was deserted.

Su Yang looked into the distance by the faint moonlight, but there was not a single person in sight.

He squinted, glanced around a few times, and then closed the door again.

He sat back down on the futon.

Looking at the somewhat messy arrangement in front of him, Su Yang felt a surge of anger rising within him.

In particular, noticing that the second batch of pills he was about to refine in the mirror space had been completely ruined, his anger flared even more.

"This batch of pills had just begun to be refined, the flames had just stabilized, and the spiritual materials had just been added when it was interrupted."

"It's not so bad that a batch of spiritual materials was wasted, but I've completely lost the feel for the first batch. I'll have to get back into the zone for the next batch!"

"Damn it!"

Su Yang took a deep breath and calmed down his anger.

"Let's leave it for now and quickly refine another batch. Hopefully, I can still get the feel for it from before, and at least produce some unusable pills."

He took out the alchemy furnace once again.

He made a hand gesture to ignite the fire, and flames rose in the furnace.

The flames had just calmed down, and the spiritual materials hadn't even been thrown in yet.

Boom boom boom!

The impact sound came from outside the wall, dull and abrupt.

It must be that someone outside is smashing the wall with something.

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it sounded especially jarring in the quiet night.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Yang dissipated the flames, and the alchemy furnace was once again stored in the mirror space.

He turned his head sharply and looked towards the wall, which was the outer wall of the house he was in. No one lived in that direction.

In this way, it becomes obvious who is bothering him.

"Who?"

Su Yang shouted loudly.

There was no response, and the crashing stopped.

He was so focused on refining the elixir that he didn't notice the footsteps outside.

At this point, they did notice something.

The people outside left again.

This time, Su Yang didn't wait and got up to go outside.

He looked in the direction from which the sound had come, but only saw a receding figure.

Su Yang's eyes sharpened.

He was not refining elixirs.

Because he knew that even if he continued refining pills, he would still be disturbed.

At the same time, he wanted to confirm his guess.

Su Yang closed the door from the outside and found a secluded spot to wait.

He felt that the other party would not give up easily and that someone else would come.

really.

Not long after.

Then a rather thin handyman disciple approached his room.

The man looked around to make sure no one was passing by, then came to Su Yang's house and kicked the wall while cursing.

Su Yang was a little too far away to hear what he was cursing, but it probably wasn't anything nice.

Su Yang didn't hide any longer; he stepped out and blocked the man's back.

The man noticed someone approaching, turned around, and saw that it was Su Yang. His face clearly showed some surprise and panic.

By the moonlight.

Su Yang recognized the man; he was one of the rogue cultivators who had asked him for the Yellow Sprout Pill a few days ago.

Upon seeing this face.

His suspicions were confirmed, and his eyes grew even colder.

Upon seeing Su Yang suddenly appear, the man was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

He withdrew his foot and then smiled nonchalantly:

"Isn't this Junior Brother Su? Why are you still out so late?"

Su Yang looked at him, his tone very calm:

"You should know very well why I'm out there, shouldn't you?"

The man laughed nonchalantly, even moving closer to Su Yang, looking at him with unconcealed confidence:

"What do you mean by that, junior brother? Isn't that a bit too sensitive?"

"I just happened to be passing by, how could I possibly know why you were outside?"

Seeing his fearless demeanor, Su Yang's anger surged up once more:

"So you've decided to keep doing this?"

The man paused slightly, then his smile widened again, making him look even more smug.

"I don't understand what Junior Brother Su meant."

He was certain that Su Yang couldn't do anything to him.

If Su Yang were to complain to the manager, not only would there be no evidence, but even if there were, the manager would only think he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

After all, they didn't hurt Su Yang, and Su Yang didn't suffer any direct losses.

But if Su Yang is preparing to attack him.

That would be even more desirable.

How could a mere servant at the second level of Qi Refining possibly be a match for him at the fourth level of Qi Refining?

When the time comes, if Su Yang takes the initiative to make a move, he can take the opportunity to demand compensation from Su Yang.

Thinking about this...

The man raised an eyebrow at Su Yang, wishing Su Yang would suddenly attack and hurt him.

Despite his anger, Su Yang remained calm on the surface.

Even after seeing the actions of the rogue cultivators in front of him, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he became extremely calm.

Su Yang spoke again, his tone surprisingly calm:

"Since you don't understand, then forget it."

After saying that, he gave the person in front of him a cold look, then ignored him and turned back into the house, closing the door behind him.

The skinny rogue cultivator was taken aback by his sudden action, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

Especially that last look Su Yang gave him, which suddenly made him feel a little uneasy:

"This kid seems like a completely different person. That look in his eyes just now was really creepy."

But he quickly came to his senses and realized he was overthinking things:

"What can a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining do? Even if I stood right in front of him and let him use his magic, he couldn't hurt me. He was obviously bluffing just now."

The skinny rogue cultivator chuckled, turned around, and swaggered away.

Su Yang returned to the house, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Why do you have to force me?