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At the gates of the Xiao Clan.
Xiao Zhan, along with the three elders and many clan members, had gathered to bid farewell to Wei Yang. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel[f]ire.net
"Patriach Xiao, Brother Xiao Yan is fine now, so you can rest assured," Wei Yang said with a smile as he walked. "He’s still at the mountaintop. If you’re worried, you can go check on him yourself later."
"Thank you, Master Wei!" Xiao Zhan’s expression was filled with emotion as he bowed deeply in gratitude.
The surrounding Xiao Clan members had mixed expressions upon hearing this. Some were happy, some were unwilling to accept it, some found it hard to believe, while others were filled with regret.
Wei Yang quickly reached out to support Xiao Zhan, shaking his head. "I only played the role of a catalyst in the process. Ultimately... it was Brother Xiao Yan himself who fought for this. I didn’t actually help much."
"Master Wei, I must disagree. This matter has troubled us for over three years, and we’ve sought out countless experts, yet none could resolve it."
Xiao Zhan spoke with great sincerity, "But the moment you took action, you solved the issue. How can you say you didn’t help? In any case, our entire Xiao Clan is deeply grateful for your kindness!"
"You..." Wei Yang was a little amused yet helpless. Why did people refuse to believe him when he was telling the truth?
Shaking his head, he turned to leave.
"You may all return now. I’ll visit again in six months." Wei Yang stepped out of the gate, waving his hand as he departed.
"Master Wei, take care!" The Xiao Clan members stood at the gate, watching his figure disappear into the distance.
Strolling through the streets, Wei Yang felt quite pleased.
This trip had gone smoothly, and obtaining the Poison Pill Method meant that his last remaining worry had been resolved.
The Poison Pill Method was his ultimate fail-safe—something that had to be prepared in case of emergencies.
Although Yao Lao had also acknowledged that Ghostly Poison Flame could suppress the Woeful Poison Body, it had never been tested, so there were no guarantees.
Thus, having the Poison Pill Method as a backup was essential.
Additionally, this initial contact had gone well, leaving both parties with a good impression of each other. A foundation of trust had been laid, setting the stage for future transactions.
As he walked, two groups of people suddenly appeared in front of him.
The two factions seemed to have joined forces, and judging from their attire and insignias, they belonged to the Ao Ba Clan and the Jia Lie Clan, the other two major clans of Wu Tan City.
Upon seeing Wei Yang approach, the two middle-aged men leading the groups stepped forward. Their faces displayed eager and respectful smiles as they took a few steps closer, slightly bowing as they greeted, "Greetings, Master Wei."
Wei Yang frowned slightly. "What is it?"
One of the middle-aged men respectfully replied, "Master Wei, our Ao Ba Clan and Jia Lie Clan have long admired your name and have always wished to pay our respects to you in person. Unfortunately, you are always busy, and today is the first time we’ve finally had the honor of meeting you."
"That’s right, that’s right! Master Wei, our Jia Lie Clan has also been eager to meet you," the other man quickly added, refusing to be outdone.
As they spoke, they exchanged glances, and sparks seemed to fly between them.
Wei Yang exhaled lightly and rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling inexplicably irritated. "I know your intentions, and I know what you want." His voice grew colder. "But I have no interest!"
As he spoke, his gaze turned sharp, and an overwhelming, boundless aura surged forth, locking onto everyone present.
Instantly, the dozens of people in front of him felt as if they were being crushed beneath a massive mountain. Even the slightest movement became unbearably difficult.
Terror filled their eyes as they felt themselves engulfed in a scorching, hellish sea of flames.
"Who I choose to cooperate with is my business. I have no interest in getting involved in the petty conflicts between your three clans." Wei Yang’s voice was calm but carried a chilling pressure. "My time is precious. I have no time to waste on your childish games. So from now on—don’t bother me. Do you understand?"
Looking down at the people struggling to remain standing under his oppressive aura, their bodies gradually hunching over, Wei Yang’s lips curled into a cold smile.
"U-Understood..." The Patriachs of the Ao Ba and Jia Lie Clans nodded vigorously, their voices trembling as they forced out a response.
As for the others, they frantically nodded as well, fearing that any delay might displease him further.
"Very well." Wei Yang nodded in satisfaction, withdrawing the violent killing intent in his eyes. The oppressive aura that had enveloped the area instantly vanished as he turned and walked away.
Behind him, a large number of people collapsed to the ground like a crashing wave.
Wei Yang paid them no mind. With a few flickering steps, his figure left behind afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Dozens of people lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air like drowning victims just pulled from the water. Their faces were pale with terror, hearts still pounding in fear.
They exchanged glances, the same thought flashing through their minds.
In that brief moment just now, it was as if they had been cast into a legendary infernal furnace.
They had never been so close to death before.
For a moment, they truly believed they would die in the next second.
Ao Ba Clan’s leader and Jia Lie Clan’s patriach locked eyes, still trembling as they looked in the direction Wei Yang had left.
Mittel Auction House.
The largest auction house in Wu Tan City, and it belonged to the wealthiest family in the entire Jia Ma Empire—the Mittel Clan.
Within Jia Ma Empire, when it came to wealth, the Mittel Clan was undoubtedly number one.
With a long-standing history of several hundred years in the empire, their influence was deeply intertwined in every aspect. Nearly every major and minor city in the empire had a branch of the Mittel Auction House.
Like an enormous network of tendrils, they covered the entire empire, a true behemoth of power.
Standing at the end of the street, Wei Yang raised an eyebrow at the grand building before him.
Mittel Auction House?
Without hesitation, he strode toward the massive auction venue.
Before long, he arrived at the entrance.
Several fully armed guards stationed at the doorway cast vigilant gazes at him. However, Wei Yang didn’t pause in his steps and walked straight inside.
As soon as he entered, the faint heat from the outside world seemed completely cut off. A refreshing coolness washed over him, creating a stark contrast between the interior and exterior.
An otherworldly air conditioning system.
His gaze swept across the luxurious, gold-adorned hall before he turned toward a side room.
On the door, three gleaming golden characters read: Treasure Appraisal Hall.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was somewhat empty, with only a middle-aged man sitting idly behind a desk, looking somewhat bored.
Upon hearing the door open, the man lifted his head. Seeing that the newcomer was a well-dressed young man exuding an extraordinary aura, his brow twitched slightly.
Almost instantly, he plastered a professional smile on his face. "Young Master, are you here for an appraisal?"
"Mm." Wei Yang nodded nonchalantly. Taking a few steps forward, he sat down confidently in a chair.
With a flick of his wrist, a small jade bottle appeared in his palm, which he casually placed on the table.
"A Tier 3 pill. Call someone in charge over. I have a large quantity." Wei Yang adjusted his sleeves as he spoke casually.
With that, he paid no further attention to the middle-aged man, leaning back against the chair and closing his eyes to rest.
In the Jia Ma Empire, if one wanted to sell a large batch of valuable goods or acquire rare medicinal ingredients and magic cores in bulk, the Mittel Auction House was the best choice.
"A... a Tier 3 pill!" The middle-aged man’s expression changed. He carefully picked up the jade bottle and sniffed at its opening.
In an instant, he confirmed that it indeed contained medicinal pills.
His gaze returned to Wei Yang, who was resting with his eyes closed. However, there wasn’t the slightest dissatisfaction in his expression—only growing respect.
"My lord, are you... an alchemist?"
Wei Yang furrowed his brows slightly and gave a perfunctory "Mm." His tone carried impatience as he urged, "Hurry up and get someone."
The middle-aged man carefully placed the jade bottle back on the table and respectfully replied, "My lord, please wait a moment."
Wei Yang gave a slight nod.
Without delay, the middle-aged man turned and hurriedly left the room.
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