Wushi, What Are You Doing

"Just don’t wanna talk to you, what’s the big deal? Got a problem with that? Fine, I’ll leave then?"

The spirit of the Primordial Heavenly Pivot Mirror wasn’t the least bit intimidated. In its eyes, Chen Yi was far from a good person!

Not only did he constantly manhandle it, but he’d even gone so far as to sneakily try stuffing things into its body!

If not for the fact that it had no choice but to agree to lend him thirty hours of its power, it would’ve turned hostile long ago!

"Oh? Feisty little thing, aren’t you?" Chen Yi smirked, lips quirking. "And what if I don’t let you leave? Think you can just walk away?"

"Go ahead and try. See if I can’t summon the current Immortal Emperor Wuji in an instant!" The Primordial Heavenly Pivot Mirror remained unyielding, its tone even bordering on defiance.

"Then do it. I couldn’t care less," Chen Yi replied calmly.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you!" The mirror’s spirit blustered, though inwardly, it knew the stakes were too high.

If things escalated to a full-blown confrontation, what if Chen Yi retaliated by exposing the Divine Realm’s movements to the Immortal Realm?

A mutually destructive clash would only allow the Immortal Realm to reap the benefits!

So, unless pushed to the brink, the mirror had no intention of burning bridges.

"Don’t worry, I won’t regret it. Go on, call Wuji!" Chen Yi stood his ground, unwavering.

This was a battle of wills—whoever faltered first would lose the upper hand.

But Chen Yi had another card up his sleeve. He’d secretly stationed a five-star clone outside. If the mirror truly resorted to underhanded tactics, his six-star clone would strike back with overwhelming force!

He only fought battles he was certain to win.

Meanwhile, the mirror’s spirit wasn’t as naive as the little golden dragon. It wouldn’t back down from mere intimidation and met Chen Yi’s challenge head-on.

"Fine, fine! So this is how it is? All nice and polite when you need me, but the moment you’re done, you turn on me?!"

"Then I’ll just blow this place up!"

As it spoke, the surrounding mist of causality churned, and a spatial rift slowly began to form.

"Chen Yi, I’m giving you one last warning!"

"The moment this mist disperses, our coordinates will be laid bare before the eyes of the current Immortal Emperor!"

"Still not scared?!"

Chen Yi remained unfazed, but the little golden dragon, who’d been doodling circles nearby, nearly jumped out of its scales. It swiftly shrank its massive dragon form into a three-inch midget and shielded itself behind Chen Yi, roaring:

"Primordial, have you lost your mind?!"

"If Wuji really shows up, none of us are getting out alive!"

The mirror’s spirit sneered. "You mean you won’t get out alive. If I want to leave, not even an Immortal Emperor can stop me!"

Chen Yi gave it a deep look. "Then go ahead and open it. Need me to help you or something?"

With a wave of his hand, he actively began dispersing the mist of causality.

Outside the spatial rift, he’d already blanketed the area with a veil woven from the same material as his cloaking cloak—a fact the mirror remained oblivious to. With such pitiful awareness, what chance did it have against him?

"Wait, hold on—let’s talk this out!"

Seeing Chen Yi genuinely dispersing the mist, the mirror’s spirit wisely chose to back down.

This guy wasn’t bluffing—he genuinely didn’t fear the consequences!

"See? Was that so hard? All I wanted was a little chat. No need for all this drama, like I’m some kind of monster trying to devour you."

Chen Yi scoffed, glancing sideways at the mirror before pointing at the trembling little golden dragon behind him. "Now, apologize to him."

The mirror’s spirit shot a disdainful look at the spineless dragon but, after a brief hesitation, nodded. "Fine."

"Creation, I sincerely apologize for my earlier rudeness. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?"

The little golden dragon blinked, glancing between Chen Yi and the mirror before a sly grin spread across its face. "Not very sincere, are you? You didn’t even call me ‘Brother Dragon’!"

The mirror’s spirit—a young boy in appearance—darkened but forced a stiff smile. "Brother Dragon, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?"

The little dragon nodded in satisfaction. "No big deal. Brother Dragon doesn’t hold grudges!"

The boy’s eye twitched. Taking a deep breath to suppress his frustration, he turned back to Chen Yi. "Anything else?"

"Let me make one thing clear—if you’re thinking of recruiting me, forget it. I only acknowledge one master in this lifetime!"

Chen Yi nodded. "Such an outrageous demand? I’d never dream of asking."

The boy continued, "And if you’re trying to extend your thirty-hour limit, that’s also a no. Not a second more."

Chen Yi waved dismissively. "Such rudeness? I wouldn’t dare suggest it."

The boy exhaled in relief but still pressed, "And if you’re after the Divine Realm’s core secrets, forget that too."

"Of course. Truthfully, I have zero interest in the Divine Realm’s secrets," Chen Yi said coolly, hands clasped behind his back.

"Oh?" The boy frowned, puzzled. "Then what do you want?"

"Simple." Chen Yi’s gaze sharpened. "Just answer three questions for me."

"Which are?"

"First—do you really enjoy being stepped on by the Divine Sovereign’s wife?"

The boy’s eyes bulged. "I do not! That’s—how dare you?!"

"Alright, alright. That one doesn’t count. Just personal curiosity." Chen Yi smirked before continuing. "First real question: Aside from the Primordial Creation Disk, have you interacted with any other Chaos Treasures?"

The boy’s face darkened. He knew this guy was messing with him, but with Chen Yi holding all the cards, he had no choice but to comply.

"Besides him, I’ve crossed paths with the Void Burial Soul Bell, the Eternal Bronze Coffin, the Primordial Chaos Chime, and the Primordial Fate-Reversal Banner."

Chen Yi nodded, committing the names to memory before turning to the little golden dragon. "What about you? How many have you met? And how’d you find out about this guy’s… preferences?"

The little dragon puffed up proudly. "Let me tell you—back in my prime, my ability to reflect across the myriad realms far surpassed this old relic’s. While it was stuck in the Divine Realm after being subdued by the Divine Sovereign, the others were always wandering off who-knows-where. So every time it got… ahem… ‘itchy feet,’ I’d catch it in the act. Who knew it had such tastes?"

"Too bad I got careless once and it noticed. This bastard flew into a rage and tried to reverse-lock onto me, then sic the Divine Sovereign on me!"

"Pfft. As if this trash could lock onto me? Not a chance! I led it on a wild goose chase—those were the days!"

"Yeah, yeah, you’re so amazing," the boy cut in sarcastically. "And yet, who was it that blindly pledged loyalty to that heartless Ling Xiao? Almost ended up utterly annihilated, didn’t you?"

"Maybe you should reflect on yourself. The Bronze Coffin and the Primordial Chime also chose Ling Xiao, yet only one of you got sacrificed—without even a heads-up. Talk about a failure..."

The little dragon’s grin froze.

"YOU LITTLE—!!!"