What a skilled person on the beam!

When did this person sneak in? I had no idea.

Even Kuzuzi, with his incredible abilities, didn't notice this person's presence earlier.

Why is this person here?

Is he a thief?

If he is a thief, then he must be a top-notch one.

As the person leaped from the roof, Kuzuzi suddenly raised his hand, with a control needle held between his palms.

With a swishing sound, the control needle shot towards the dark figure on the rooftop.

The figure grunted and tumbled down from the roof headfirst.

I was overjoyed, exclaiming, "You hit him! You hit him!"

Kuzuzi slammed the table. Despite his limp leg, he dashed out of the room in an instant.

In the moonlight, I saw a figure standing in the courtyard.

The person was covered in a black robe, wearing a hat with a black veil that obscured his face. From the physique, it appeared to be a man.

The person stood about ten meters away, emanating a chilling aura.

Kuzuzi and the figure in the black robe faced each other at a distance. Kuzuzi held his head high, his posture confident, as he coldly laughed, "Quite disappointing. Is today's Mysterious Door sect only capable of such crooked techniques?"

The person in the black robe sneered with a strange voice that deliberately concealed his original tone. He said, "Very well, the disciples of the Talisman Sect are not as terrible as I imagined! I am here today to warn you that the Mysterious Door sect has been waiting patiently for the 'Heavenly Mechanism' and is determined to obtain it. So you best not have any delusions. Otherwise, death awaits you!"

When the words "death awaits you" left the person in the black robe's mouth, it felt like a gust of cold wind swept through the courtyard, making me shudder.

At that time, I was in my rebellious teenage years, and upon hearing the person in the black robe threaten Kuzuzi with such an attitude, I couldn't help but become furious. Pointing at the person in the black robe, I cursed, "Who do you think you are? Are you the emperor?"

The person in the black robe glanced at me and coldly asked Kuzuzi, "Is this your disciple?"

Kuzuzi remained silent, and the person in the black robe let out a contemptuous laugh.

Kuzuzi stood with his hands behind his back and calmly said, "I had no intention of competing for the Heavenly Mechanism, but I have a stubborn personality and a strong backbone. I've always detested being threatened by others!"

The person in the black robe's tone grew unfriendly as he slightly shivered, "Old man, don't offer me a toast only to drink a forfeit. Do you think I'm joking with you? Don't say I haven't warned you. If you dare to get involved with this matter, think carefully about the consequences!"

Hearing the person in the black robe refer to Kuzuzi as an "old man," I couldn't help but retort, "The Mysterious Door sect has such low-quality disciples, no wonder they were exterminated!"

Perhaps my words pierced the person in the black robe because the extermination of the Mysterious Door sect was a painful memory for them, an unmentionable "taboo" in their hearts. It was a disgrace for the Mysterious Door sect. But I had unintentionally touched this sore spot.

"Ignorant child, insolent!" The person in the black robe became furiously enraged, and his voice thundered, causing me to take a step back in fear.

Kuzuzi's lips curled slightly. "What's wrong? Isn't what he said correct?"

The black robe of the person suddenly billowed without any wind. It was apparent that he was very angry and had the intention of getting rid of us.

With a flip of his palm, the person in the black robe held four soybeans between the gaps of his five fingers in his right hand.

"I have other matters to attend to. Let me leave a few friends to entertain you!"

Saying that, the person in the black robe casually threw the four soybeans to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four consecutive explosions resounded as the soybeans hit the ground, producing firecracker-like sounds before emitting four bursts of yellow smoke.

After the smoke dissipated, four god soldiers dressed in yellow appeared, each wielding a gleaming guillotine in their hands.

The four god soldiers seemed like they were carved from the same mold, with a cold and emotionless expression on their faces, as chilly as ice.

Kuzuzi murmured, "Paper soldiers created from soybeans?!"

The person in the black robe sneered twice, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve. With just a few folds, it turned into a paper horse about the size of a real one after he blew a breath onto it. The black-robed person effortlessly mounted the paper horse despite weighing over a hundred jin, and the paper horse showed no signs of strain.

Clamping his legs against the horse's belly, the person in the black robe shouted, "Go!"

Something unexpected happened—the paper horse reared its neck like a real horse, then galloped off, leaping over the courtyard wall. It swiftly disappeared into the darkness, moving even faster than a real horse.

I watched in astonishment, never expecting to witness something that only happened in mythical stories actually happening right before my eyes. It felt like a dream come true.

I slapped my cheeks, wondering if I had encountered immortals.

Kuzuzi spoke in a solemn tone, "A horse made of paper and soldiers created from soybeans—this is the most profound secret technique of the Mysterious Door sect. This person's background must be extraordinary. They have already cultivated to the realm of mastery, an absolute genius that only appears once every hundred years in the Mysterious Door sect!"

My heart was stirred up, recalling when Kuzuzi introduced the Mysterious Door sect earlier, I had heard of "paper soldiers created from soybeans." However, at that time, Kuzuzi didn't explain this mysterious technique in detail, so I just let it pass as mere words. Yet now, when I witnessed this extraordinary technique for myself, the impact on my soul was indescribable.

It was so cool!

I truly hoped that one day I could possess such magical skills!

While I was still in a daze, Kuzuzi suddenly shouted, then pulled me by the arm.

With a loud crash, a guillotine fell at the spot where I had been standing just now, splashing dazzling sparks and scaring me back.

I suddenly woke up, realizing that there were still four yellow-clad god soldiers glaring at us.

Cold sweat rolled down my cheeks. Kuzuzi told me to quickly enter the room and lock the door, not to come out.

"But, Master Kuzuzi..." I knew Kuzuzi was trying to protect me, but I was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness. I didn't want to abandon Kuzuzi and escape alone.

Kuzuzi said, "Go inside! Staying here will only burden me!"

Although Kuzuzi's words were somewhat sharp, they were indeed true. I had no ability to deal with those four god soldiers. Staying would only distract Kuzuzi's attention. He had to deal with the four god soldiers and protect me, which was indeed a burden for him.

I clenched my teeth, wished Kuzuzi to be careful, and then quickly rushed back into the room, locking the door behind me.

I ran into the inner room and propped myself against the window, eyes wide open, attentively observing the situation in the courtyard.