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Yang Kai’s expression suddenly turned pensive.

It had been a few months since he came here and although many of the Demon Race’s cultivators seemed to look down on him, no one had ever dared to make any trouble, so why was someone suddenly trying to stir something up now?

And there were a lot of them at that, seven in total, all of them Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivators while the one who seemed to be their leader was actually a Peak Immortal Ascension master.

Perceiving all this, Yang Kai’s expression remained unchanged and didn’t show any signs of panic, continuing to steadily inject his True Qi into the Pill Furnace in front of him to refine the spirits herbs inside.

With a bang, the stone door was suddenly kicked open and seven people immediately burst in.

After they came in, they quickly closed the stone door.

Yang Kai looked up and glanced over at a young man with a sharp nose who stood at the front of the group and was snickering towards him.

His expression was scornful and contemptuous, and like most Demon God Citadel people, was clearly despising him. Yang Kai of course didn’t pay any attention to his attitude and just shook his head lightly.

“Hey, Pan Lang, this human kid is quite interesting, he doesn’t seem to be afraid of us at all,” One of the Demon Race cultivators snorted, somewhat surprised.

“Heh heh, he thinks that Senior Li will protect him, so naturally there’s no need to be afraid of us,” Pan Lang sneered and said, while striding towards Yang Kai.

When he arrived in front of Yang Kai, Pan Lang leaned over slightly and sneered right at his face.

Yang Kai however remained unmoved, still concentrating on injecting his True Qi into the Pill Furnace in front of him.

This blatant disregarded made Pan Lang somewhat annoyed so he extended his hand and slapped it onto the Pill Furnace, wantonly pouring his True Qi into it, instantly turning the herbs inside into coke.

“Human, you’ve got some nerve I’ll give you that,” Pan Lang’s mouth curled into a provocative grin.

“If you have something to say, say it, but don’t go wasting my herbs!” Yang Kai sighed lightly before turning an indifferent look towards him.

“The herbs here belong to my Demon God Citadel, they’re not yours,” Pan Lang shot back.

Yang Kai’s brow furrowed, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes. This demon youth had obviously come here to deliberately make trouble so Yang Kai didn’t have any patience to deal with him, muttering in a low voice, “What the hell do you want?”

“Nothing. I just heard that you’re an Alchemist, right?” Pan Lang stood up and looked around. After seeing a couple of jade bottles nearby, he couldn’t help but smiling, “Are these the pills you refined?”

All of the pills Yang Kai had refined had been placed into these jade bottles. He didn’t take any for himself; after all, the materials were all provided by Demon God Citadel so he could improve his Alchemy technique which was enough compensation for him already.

Yang Kai didn’t mind handing over all of these pills to Li Rong if she needed them.

Moreover, all of these were Earth Grade or Heaven Grade pills so they weren’t particularly valuable.

But unexpectedly, Pan Lang seemed quite interested in them.

One of the Demon Race people behind him rushed over, opened one of the jade bottles, and sniffed it, a look of joy soon appearing on his face, “Not bad, these Heaven Grade pills are still of some use to us.”