Strength Boost! Four-Star Dou King!

Xiao Yan had only taken a few steps when the voice of Jia Lie Ao came from behind him.

"Xiao Yan, let me give you a piece of advice."

Xiao Yan did not stop walking.

"Since you killed someone from the Misty Cloud Sect, you might as well crawl on your knees to apologize to them," Jia Lie Ao shouted. "Who knows? If they soften their hearts, they might just spare your dog life."

Jia Lie Ao's subordinates began to laugh along with him.

"The young master is right. Kneeling to apologize might be your only chance to live."

"A piece of trash killed someone and thinks he can run? Do you really think you can get away?"

"What kind of power is the Misty Cloud Sect? And what is the Xiao Clan in comparison?"

"Just wait. It won't be long before the Xiao Clan is finished."

Xiao Yan stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and began to walk back.

Jia Lie Ao's smile froze on his face; he had not expected Xiao Yan to return.

"What... what are you doing?" Jia Lie Ao's voice sounded a bit hollow.

Xiao Yan walked up to Jia Lie Ao and looked down at him.

"What did you just say?"

Jia Lie Ao swallowed hard; he did not want to back down in front of his subordinates.

"I said you should crawl on your knees to apologize to the Misty Cloud Sect," Jia Lie Ao said, bracing himself. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? You, a piece of trash, killed someone from the Misty Cloud Sect. If you don't apologize, are you just waiting to die?"

Crack.

A crisp sound rang out.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and struck Jia Lie Ao's arm with his palm, snapping the bone instantly.

"Ah!"

Jia Lie Ao let out a miserable shriek and collapsed onto his knees.

His arm was bent at a grotesque angle, and he was trembling all over from the pain.

"You... you broke my arm..." Jia Lie Ao's voice trembled. "How dare you touch me? The Jia Lie Clan will not let you get away with this."

Xiao Yan looked at Jia Lie Ao, his face devoid of any expression.

The expressions of Jia Lie Ao's subordinates shifted drastically as they swarmed forward.

"Xiao Yan, you've gone mad!"

"How dare you touch our young master?"

"The Jia Lie Clan will not let you off!"

Xiao Yan turned his head to look at the subordinates.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Under Xiao Yan's gaze, the subordinates felt a chill run down their spines.

Yet, their young master was injured, and they could not simply stand by.

"Attack together! Avenge the young master!" one subordinate shouted.

Several of them struck out at once, lunging toward Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and struck with a palm.

Bang.

The subordinate in the lead was sent flying backward instantly, hitting the ground and lying motionless.

The remaining men's faces turned pale, and some turned to flee.

Xiao Yan's figure flickered, and he struck them down one by one.

Bang, bang, bang.

After a few dull thuds, all the subordinates lay on the ground, none of them able to rise again.

Jia Lie Ao knelt on the ground, watching the scene before him, completely stunned.

All of Jia Lie Ao's subordinates were dead, slaughtered by Xiao Yan with a single palm strike each.

"Xi... Xiao Yan..." Jia Lie Ao's voice was shaking. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things. Please, spare my life! I will never dare to do it again!"

Xiao Yan looked at Jia Lie Ao and said indifferently, "It's too late."

Xiao Yan brought his palm down.

Jia Lie Ao's body stiffened where he knelt, and then he slowly toppled over.

The street fell into a deathly silence, with a few passersby standing far away, not daring to approach.

Xiao Yan withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

At the entrance of the Miteer Auction House.

Just as Xiao Yan arrived, the system's voice rang out in his mind.

[Host helped Xiao Yan kill Jia Lie Ao, reward received.]

[Strength increase: Four-Star Dou King.]

The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth curled upward slightly.

A Four-Star Dou King; he was not far from the Dou Emperor realm now.

He muttered to himself in his heart, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Inside the VIP room of the Miteer Auction House.

Ya Fei sat in a chair, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

Gu Ni stood to the side, his expression somewhat grave.

"Ya Fei, have you heard? Xiao Yan killed the Fourth Elder of the Misty Cloud Sect," Gu Ni said.

Ya Fei set down her teacup. "I heard."

"That was a Dou King expert," Gu Ni said. "How could a teenager like Xiao Yan possibly kill a Dou King?"

"I don't know either," Ya Fei replied, "but the news cannot be false."

"If this is true, then this Xiao Yan..." Gu Ni left the sentence unfinished.

Ya Fei understood what Gu Ni meant; a teenager capable of killing a Dou King had a limitless future.

"When he came to buy the Thousand Spirit Grass last time, I felt he was not simple," Ya Fei said. "I didn't expect that I had still underestimated him."

"Ya Fei, we cannot afford to offend such a person," Gu Ni said.

"I know," Ya Fei said. "And it is best that we don't."

A knock came from outside the door.

"Come in," Ya Fei said.

A maid pushed the door open and walked in.

"Miss Ya Fei, Xiao Yan is here."

Ya Fei and Gu Ni exchanged a glance.

"Invite him in quickly," Ya Fei said, standing up.

The maid nodded and turned to leave.

Before long, Xiao Yan was ushered into the VIP room.

Ya Fei hurried forward to greet him, a smile on her face.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, long time no see."

Xiao Yan nodded.

"Please, sit," Ya Fei said.

Xiao Yan sat down in a chair.

Ya Fei personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Is there something you need today, Young Master Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan took a list out of his Storage Ring and placed it on the table.

"I need these medicinal herbs."

Ya Fei picked up the list, glanced at it, and her expression shifted slightly.

Snow Spirit Ganoderma, Ten-Thousand Year Fire Lotus, Ice Crystal Orchid... every single herb listed was used only for Tier 6 medicinal pills.

Ya Fei looked up at Xiao Yan.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, these herbs... they are all Tier 6."

"I know," Xiao Yan said.

A stormy sea surged in Ya Fei's heart.

Tier 6 herbs—what did he need Tier 6 herbs for? Refining pills? Could a fifteen-year-old boy really be a Tier 6 alchemist?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The number of Tier 6 alchemists in the entire Jia Ma Empire could be counted on one hand, and weren't all of them old monsters who had been cultivating for decades?

Xiao Yan was only fifteen this year; even if he had started learning alchemy from the womb, it would be impossible for him to reach Tier 6.

But if not for refining pills, what did he need these herbs for?

Ya Fei suppressed the shock in her heart, her face betraying nothing.

"Young Master Xiao Yan, these herbs are all very precious," Ya Fei said. "The price will be quite steep."

"Money is not an issue," Xiao Yan said.

Ya Fei nodded. "I understand. I will do my best to find them for you, but we do not currently have many of these medicinal ingredients in our auction house. It will take some time to have them shipped from elsewhere."

"How long?" Xiao Yan asked.

"Three days," Ya Fei replied. "They should be gathered within three days."

Xiao Yan stood up. "I will come to collect them in three days."

"Very well," Ya Fei said.

Xiao Yan turned and left.

Ya Fei walked him to the door, and only after Xiao Yan had walked far away did she close it.

Leaning against the door, Ya Fei let out a long sigh.

Gu Ni walked over and looked at Ya Fei.

"Ya Fei, this Xiao Yan..."

"I know what you want to say," Ya Fei interrupted Gu Ni. "A fifteen-year-old youth asking for Grade 6 medicinal ingredients—either he is a Grade 6 alchemist, or there is a Grade 6 alchemist backing him. Regardless of which possibility it is, this is a person we cannot afford to offend."

Gu Ni nodded vigorously.