Miss Ya Fei, do you still think this is a joke?!

As the largest auction house chain in the Gama Empire, the reputation of the Mittor Auction House was renowned throughout the entire empire.

Xiao Yan looked up at the plaque, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upward as he stepped inside.

"This young master, may I ask..."

The greeter at the entrance had just begun to inquire when Xiao Yan casually tossed a gold coin, saying indifferently, "I am looking for Miss Ya Fei. Tell her that the Xiao Family's Third Young Master, Xiao Yan, has come to visit."

The attendant caught the coin, a flash of pleasant surprise in her eyes, and she quickly bowed. "Please wait a moment, young master. I will go report this immediately."

Before long, the attendant hurried back and respectfully led Xiao Yan and Medicine Elder through the main hall, following the corridors toward the interior.

The interior of the auction house was decorated with extreme luxury, featuring carved beams, painted pillars, and a golden, resplendent atmosphere.

In the exhibition halls passed along the way, all sorts of rare treasures were on display: pills glowing with brilliant colors, weapons radiating a bone-chilling cold, and scrolls emitting an ancient aura.

Xiao Yan swept a casual glance over them before withdrawing his gaze. Although these items were decent, they were not worth mentioning compared to the collection in his system space.

Soon, the attendant led the two to the door of an elegant office.

"Young master, Miss Ya Fei is inside." After speaking, the attendant bowed and retreated.

Xiao Yan pushed the door open and entered.

The office was furnished with elegance—sandalwood tables and chairs, celadon tea sets—and the air was filled with a faint, lingering fragrance. Behind a wide desk sat a woman.

The woman was in her early twenties, dressed in a long red gown with a slit that revealed a calf as white as jade. She had a tall, exquisite figure with graceful curves, the fullness of her chest perfectly outlined by the red dress.

Her ink-black hair was casually pinned behind her head, with a few strands falling across her forehead, adding a touch of allure. Her skin was fairer than snow, her brows and eyes were like a painting, and her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a natural charm. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned in a half-smile, as if she were capturing hearts at any moment.

This was Ya Fei.

The chief auctioneer of the Mittor Auction House and the most famous beauty in Wutan City.

Xiao Yan's gaze landed on her, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly—this Ya Fei was truly a stunner; every look and smile radiated the unique charm of a mature woman, completely different from the youthful beauty of Xiao Xun'er.

Ya Fei had been sitting behind her desk with her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly contemplating something.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, and the moment she saw Xiao Yan, a flash of obvious complexity and confusion crossed her eyes.

The Xiao Family's Third Young Master?

That former genius, now a... waste?

Why has he come?

Thoughts raced through Ya Fei's mind, yet her expression remained calm.

She stood up, gave a slight bow, and spoke in a soft, melodious voice:

"So it is the Third Young Master of the Xiao Family who has graced us with his presence. Please forgive me for failing to welcome you properly."

Her attitude was extremely polite, even carrying a hint of deliberate flattery.

After all, the current Xiao Family was no longer the small clan that could be easily manipulated as before.

With ten Dou Kings holding the fort and the destruction of two major families overnight, such strength was something even the Mittor family had to weigh carefully.

Xiao Yan nodded slightly and, without standing on ceremony, sat down directly across from Ya Fei.

Medicine Elder stood with his hands behind his back behind Xiao Yan, his gaze sweeping over Ya Fei indifferently before he withdrew his eyes.

Ya Fei scrutinized Xiao Yan, muttering to herself.

This youth was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features and a composed demeanor; he did not look as decadent as the rumors suggested.

However... the information she had received was that Xiao Yan was merely a waste at the third stage of Dou Qi.

Why would such a waste come to find her?

Could it be that he wants to use the current reputation of the Xiao Family to force her to serve him?

But, the Third Young Master of the Xiao Family in the intelligence reports was not a man driven by lust!

"I wonder what advice the Third Young Master has for me?"

Ya Fei smiled slightly, her voice alluring, though her attitude remained somewhat distant.

Xiao Yan did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"It is very simple—"

"I need you, and the Mittor family behind you, to submit and serve me."

Ya Fei was stunned for a moment.

She thought she had misheard and subconsciously asked, "What did the Third Young Master say?"

"I said—"

Xiao Yan looked at her with a calm gaze, saying word for word, "I need you, and the Mittor family behind you, to submit and serve me."

"Of course!"

"In return, you and the Mittor family will attain an unimaginable status and position in the future."

"Yes... it is just that simple."

Ya Fei stared at Xiao Yan for a long while before suddenly covering her mouth and laughing.

The laughter was crisp and melodious, yet carried a hint of mockery.

Could this little guy have gone mad from the blow of his cultivation regressing? she wondered.

Have the Mittel Clan serve him?

A piece of trash at the third stage of Dou Qi, and he dares to open his mouth with such a request?

Or is it that the Xiao Family thinks they can be this rampant and arrogant just because they have ten Dou Kings?

Dou Kings are strong, but her Mittel Clan is not without them!

The more Ya Fei thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. Her laughter grew louder, causing her to tremble and her chest to heave.

After a long while, she finally managed to stifle her laughter, waved her hand, and said, "Young Master Xiao, please, stop joking."

"If you have business to discuss, I will certainly do my best. But what you just said..."

"I'm afraid that's impossible!"

She didn't continue, but the meaning was clear—Xiao Yan, you don't have the qualifications.

Xiao Yan's expression remained unchanged; he simply watched her quietly.

"I am not joking."

His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.

Ya Fei's brows furrowed, and just as she was about to speak—

BOOM!

A terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from within Xiao Yan's body!

The pressure was so intense, like a mountain crushing down, that Ya Fei's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she found it difficult to breathe!

What shocked her even more was—

Xiao Yan's body slowly levitated from the chair, standing in mid-air!

He hovered three feet off the ground, his body faintly wreathed in crimson-gold light that illuminated the entire office in a brilliant glow.

At the same time, the space around him began to distort!

That was something only a Dou Ancestor could do—distort the void!

Ya Fei's pupils dilated, her mouth agape, and she stood as if petrified.

She stared fixedly at Xiao Yan, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Standing in mid-air...

Distorting the void...

This... this is a Dou Ancestor?

"Impossible..."

Ya Fei muttered to herself, her voice trembling.

She remembered the intelligence report clearly—Xiao Yan was only fifteen years old this year, with a cultivation of only the third stage of Dou Qi!

A fifteen-year-old Dou Ancestor?

How could this be possible?!

"You... you..."

Ya Fei opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat dry and couldn't utter a single word.

She rubbed her eyes instinctively, thinking she was dreaming.

Yet, that terrifying pressure, that suffocating sense of oppression, was so real!

Xiao Yan looked down at her from above, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Miss Ya Fei—"

"Do you still think I am joking now?"