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Liu Chen'er frowned. "Isn't this a little inappropriate?"

Xiao Yu replied calmly, "It doesn't matter. Since he dared to give me the key, then he naturally has nothing to do with it. Besides, there are some traps in the courtyard that should be of some use."

"Then that's it." Mu Xiaoling made the final decision.

This time, Xiao Yu led the way and turned around the main street, then entered one alley after another until they finally saw a bright light before them. Here, the main street wasn't as spacious as the main street, and both sides of the street were filled with houses, and both sides of the door were filled with random things.

Mu Xiaoling felt that this was another Ye Xian alley. Humans and snakes were mixed together, no wonder that the Southern Palace's Qi wanted to install traps in the mansion.

Xiao Yu stopped the carriage in front of a gate in the middle of the street and took out a key to open the gate. He held Mu Xiaoling's hand and said, "The mechanisms in the yard are quite complicated. Follow my footsteps."

Mu Xiaoling nodded. "Alright."

With Xiao Yu taking the lead, the four of them lined up in a row and walked into the courtyard one by one.

This was a two-way house. It wasn't too big, but it was big enough for him.

No one moved to the master bedroom. Instead, they used the east and west wing, which had exactly four rooms.

The four of them were preparing to rest when they heard a furious roar coming from outside the door.

"A few little scoundrels actually dare offend a member of our medical academy. They're really tired of living, why aren't you obediently coming out to receive your death?"

"So noisy." Mu Xiaoling's eyebrows creased slightly. "You've found him quite quickly."

"It doesn't matter, they won't be able to make it here." Xiao Yu laid on the side of the bed and patted the seat outside, "Let's rest for a while first."

Mu Xiaoling smirked. "Don't you have your own room?"

"The bed is broken." Xiao Yu spoke with an unflustered expression, as if it was really like that. "Moreover, I don't have any martial arts worth right now. What if someone outside breaks in?"

Mu Xiaoling was speechless. Didn't he just say that he couldn't get in?

There were two people standing outside the door. One of them was the one who had made a fool of himself, Yang Zhao. The other was a bit older, and he was Yang Zhao's guide, named Zhou Ze.

There were two ways to join the Alchemy Guild. One of them was to pass the examination, and the other was to find a member of the Alchemy Guild as a guide. The identity of the guide was similar to that of a master, but it was not as strict as the requirements of master and disciple.

Zhou Ze was shopping on the streets when he suddenly saw a group of people laughing, so he went over to them in curiosity. But when he saw two idiotic men in the crowd, dreaming of butterflies, he was so angry that he almost killed them both.

Yang Zhao and another person were stupefied when they saw this scene. They covered their face and looked at Zhou Ze, "This …" "What's going on?"

"Disgraceful!" He then turned around and went into a teahouse nearby to listen to their stories. He immediately decided to take revenge on these people because they weren't hidden from others.

No one dared to offend them, and even if they raised the price of the medicine, the medicine peddlers would still buy it. This was because there were some medicine ingredients that only existed in Herb Mountain, and this was the first time someone had provoked them like this.

However, even though they had knocked on the door and cursed, the people inside refused to come out. What should they do now?

"Charge in." Zhou Ze spat out. The people from the Alchemist Guild weren't good people. After he finished speaking, two giant hammers appeared in his hands.

The outside world didn't know that their Alchemist Guild had been passed down from the upper realms, and they also had relatively complete information on this weapon. In terms of this weapon, they were divided into spirit artifacts, royal artifacts, royal artifacts, emperor artifacts, saint artifacts, and divine artifacts.

All weapons above that could be stored in one's sea of consciousness and used at will.

Zhou Ze's weapon was a Royal Armament, and their Branch Master's weapon was a Royal Armament. In the entire lower realms, there was only one.

His two hammers were scarlet red, as if flames were flowing through them. With a single blow, they smashed against the door. If it was an ordinary courtyard door, then his hammer would have been smashed into smithereens.

However, he didn't know what material these two wooden doors were made of. They just bounced open, but there was no other reaction.

Zhou Ze felt a little strange, but anger had already occupied his entire mind. He didn't think about this, as there was only a door on his left and right. "Charge in."

He had never been so ugly in his life. If he didn't kill those people, how could he meet others in the future? But he also wanted the formula for that medicine, it was much better than the ingredients he had researched himself.

Yang Zhao walked into the yard with an evil grin on his face, but the seemingly ordinary yard outside suddenly changed into a Purgatory Volcano as countless fireballs rained down from the sky.

Yang Zhao's smile froze on his face, his eyes full of fear. He ran out in the next moment, but a skeleton had appeared in front of him at this moment and was actually charging towards him.

Yang Zhao had no choice but to take action when the path in front was blocked and engage the skeleton in a brawl. However, the opponent's skills were truly formidable, and Yang Zhao couldn't beat him at all. Every time he used medicine, the opponent seemed to be able to dodge ahead of time and even counterattack until his heart was smashed through and he fell to the ground dead.

Zhou Ze sneered as he stared at the skeleton man in front of him whose heart had been smashed by his hammer. This despicable trick was worthy of fighting with him, and he even dared to use medicine on him. Wasn't this courting death?

But at this moment, the surrounding environment distorted and disappeared. It was still that ordinary little courtyard. However, the corpse that lay on the ground now wasn't a skeleton person, but rather his disciple, Yang Zhao.

"This... "How is this possible!?" Zhou Ze stared at Yang Zhao's corpse in disbelief. He didn't want to admit this fact, but the wound on Yang Zhao's chest could only be made by his hammer.

"I killed Yang Zhao …" Zhou Ze muttered to himself. He'd only accepted Yang Zhao as his disciple. Normally, he wouldn't even be able to love Yang Zhao in time, but now, he'd died in his hands. How could this be?!

It was all those people's dirty tricks. He was only like this when he was under the illusion. Right, it was exactly like this!

He had to kill those people to avenge Yang Zhao!

Zhou Ze's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to walk forward, but he suddenly stopped. He didn't know if there were any traps.

He unhappily got off the bed and walked to the window, wanting to hug her like this. He stiffened for a moment, but he still gave up in the end. Instead, he picked up her hand and played around with it as he casually said to Zhou Ze, who was still in a stalemate outside the window:

"Although the Alchemist Guild is a group of dignified hypocrites, they have an iron law that forbids them from making a move on their members. Otherwise, regardless of the reason, their cultivation will be crippled and they will be expelled."