Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Bai Yu, what is he doing here?

"Alchemy?"

Xu Yang asked casually.

"That’s right."

Bai Yu sized Xu Yang up, arrogantly tossed a Storage Ring: "Inside are more than ten sets of medicinal materials. Besides the Immortal Gang Elixir, there’s also the Cloud Light Elixir, also a cultivation pill needed by the First-class Immortal Soldier Realm."

"If you can refine Immortal Gang Elixir, Cloud Light Elixir shouldn’t be a problem either."

"Five portions for one pill!"

Xu Yang’s brows knitted: "Is Mr. Bai’s word not worth anything?"

Bai Yu sneered coldly: "My father is my father, I’m me."

"Don’t think I don’t know where you come from. You’re just a stray dog, your life is now in the hands of Mr. Lu and our Baimu Village. So what if you don’t get your pills?"

"Giving you even one is already a favor. You should know your place!"

"And, from now on, when it comes to alchemy, other than for me and my father, you’re not allowed to refine for anyone else in the village. Otherwise, I’ll make you pay!"

Xu Yang laughed: "What if I’m not satisfied?"

He could tell, five portions for one pill, was completely Bai Yu’s own idea—trying to embezzle.

But in his eyes, this was simply stupidity at its peak!

Totally like a child who has never seen the world, with no experience of strife.

But thinking closely, it made sense as well.

A village, with nothing but seventeen or eighteen-year-olds.

How could they have any real life experience?

Everything is straightforward, acting on impulse!

"Not satisfied?"

Bai Yu licked his lips and said coldly: "A prisoner dares to be so arrogant? Let me teach you a lesson. Learn to behave from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot, a fierce whirlwind surging up.

Swoosh!

Whoosh!

The storm hung in the sky like a waterfall, sharp and cold.

The courtyard was instantly shrouded as if by countless Divine Weapons, overflowing with menace.

Bai Yu shot up above Xu Yang like a javelin, his hand curved, energy converged, wildly erupting into a thousand threads of immortal spirit, fine as hair yet incomparably sharp, distorting space itself.

Boom!

A thousand threads crashed down like a divine waterfall, almost overturning the entire residence, but at the margins, runes flashed faintly—it was Lu Chuan’s restriction, holding off all impact.

"Kneel and taste the power of my Thousand Thread Spirit Hand."

Bai Yu looked down from above, grinning maliciously.

"You’re too weak."

Xu Yang shook his head indifferently, leaping up, his fist shattering the air.

Boom!

The roar was thunderous, earth-shaking, brutally fierce.

Crack!

All the attacking threads were obliterated as if struck by lightning, annihilated in an instant.

Bai Yu turned livid: "Impossible!"

"I’m the strongest of the younger generation in the village. There’s no way you can beat me."

He charged down furiously, Immortal Power surging forth, condensing a Dharma Seal that painted a vast and towering phantom, resembling an ancient giant, eyes arrogant, wielding a grayish-white greatsword in hand.

Bai Yu roared: "Immortal Spirit Giant God, cut him down!"

Rumble!

The giant took a step, slashing down with the sword.

Bang!

A thunderous boom, shockwaves spreading in layers.

Bai Yu sneered: "Kneel!"

The giant suddenly trembled, immortal light dispersing.

Xu Yang stood with one hand raised to the sky, gripping the gray-white greatsword tightly, as steady as a mountain.

Bai Yu’s pupils shrank, horror flashing in his eyes.

"He actually blocked it?"

"I told you, you’re too weak."

Clang!

Xu Yang abruptly released, and as the giant sword fell, he smashed it fiercely with his fist.

Boom!

Sparks flew, sword light shot across.

The giant sword, along with the giant itself, was knocked flying as if hit by a tidal wave or monstrous mountain, bursting apart midair.

Shards of immortal light rained down.

Bai Yu’s face went pale, his body trembling.

"You..."

Swoosh!

A terrifying and murderous pressure swept in, sealing all sides like tidal waves, suffocating him with fear.

"What-what do you want?"

"My father is the village chief of Baimu, your life is in Mr. Lu’s hands. If you touch me, you’ll wish you were dead!" Bai Yu’s voice was fierce but shaky, trying to threaten.

"Wish I was dead?"

Xu Yang grinned, he might fear Lu Chuan, might fear a True Immortal, but he wasn’t scared of this brat.

He’d long since seen through Bai Yu’s nature, now he swept a sleeve, striking with his palm.

Slap!

Bai Yu screamed miserably, sprawling to the ground in disgrace.

"You actually hit me?"

"Bastard, you’re dead! I’ll never forgive you!"

Bai Yu clutched his swollen face, blood at his lips, roaring in outrage and hatred.

Swoosh!

Xu Yang flashed before him like lightning.

Bai Yu’s face changed dramatically, scrambling to dodge.

Slap!

Another slap landed.

Bai Yu spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the floor.

"Seems you still don’t understand the situation."

Xu Yang didn’t care about Bai Yu’s vicious gaze, saying flatly: "Your father sent you here to have pills refined, not to flaunt the power of the village chief’s son."

"Go back and tell your father, I’m very busy recently. I have to prepare for Mr. Lu’s alchemy. No time for Baimu Village!"

"What-did you say?"

Bai Yu’s eyes rounded, as if hallucinating.

"You dare refuse to refine pills?"

"Idiot, who’s more important, you people or Mr. Lu?"

"Damn it!"

Bai Yu’s face changed again and again, finally in panic.

Now that Xu Yang brought up Lu Chuan, even with ten times the guts, Bai Yu wouldn’t dare act rashly.

Go to Lu Chuan and ask him personally?

Before coming, Bai Hua had warned him countless times not to mess up.

The matter of alchemy—he’d thoroughly ruined it.

Just thinking of going back with this result, Bai Yu couldn’t help shuddering.

His own father definitely would give him a beating!

"You can’t do this!"

Bai Yu gritted his teeth: "You’re still in Baimu Village and still need pills!"

"If you don’t refine for us, things won’t end well for you."

Hearing this guy still threatening, Xu Yang couldn’t help laughing, finding it all the more tedious.

"Then go tell Mr. Lu."

"Whatever Mr. Lu commands, I will do!"

"Please."

Xu Yang raised his hand and tossed the Storage Ring at Bai Yu’s feet, turning to return inside.

Bai Yu lay on the ground, looking at the Storage Ring, his face alternating between blue and white.

Bang!

He punched the ground fiercely, his expression twisted with rage.

"What do you want?"

The room fell into utter silence.

Ten breaths passed, without the slightest response.

Bai Yu’s eyes burned, grinding his teeth: "I swear, this won’t happen again. Three sets of materials for one pill."

"I apologize, sorry!"

Still, the room remained unresponsive for a long while after his words.

"Don’t push it too far."

Bai Yu charged to the door, eyes red.

Seconds passed.

He couldn’t take it anymore, suddenly stepping forward to push the door open.

Just then, the door swung wide, a gust of wind sweeping forth.

Bai Yu was blown back, landing awkwardly.

"Have your father come talk."

The cold voice carried a chilling murderous intent around the courtyard, instantly freezing Bai Yu’s rage, as if falling into an ice pit, chilled to the bone.

"Just you wait!"

Bai Yu couldn’t bear it, tossing out a threat, casting a venomous look at the room, and fleeing the courtyard in disgrace.

A quarter hour later.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

Xu Yang walked out from his room.

A figure entered—it was Bai Hua.

"Mr. Xu."

Bai Hua’s face wore a broad smile, full of enthusiasm.