"Elder Mu, are we really going to give the century-old Blood Lingzhi to him? This is a rare and precious medicinal herb."

Mu Jianchun looked unwillingly at Elder Mu, glancing at Ye Luo with eyes flickering with fierce resentment.

"As a medical family, if the Mu Family has lost, we should be forthright and magnanimous about it. A mere century-old Blood Lingzhi is still something we can afford to lose," Mu Feng said indifferently.

Soon, the person in charge came out with a wooden box. Mu Feng took the box and placed it in front of Ye Luo, opening it.

Instantly, a rich Spiritual Energy wafted from the box, a Lingzhi enveloped in a red halo lying within—it was indeed the century-old Blood Lingzhi, and it seemed to contain a substantial amount of Spiritual Energy, truly a rare piece of Spiritual Medicine.

"Hmm, not bad."

Ye Luo nodded in satisfaction, directly taking it and said with a grin to Mu Feng, "If your Mu Family has any more good medicinal herbs, you can always come to me for a challenge, the more the merrier—I don’t mind at all."

Upon hearing Ye Luo’s words, Mu Feng’s mouth twitched, and everyone from the Mu Family and the staff of Rejuvenation Pavilion had embarrassed looks, unsure of how to respond.

"Young brother, you have cured my father’s eyes this time, and I, Du Mou, must thank you properly," Du Tianhao said, looking at Ye Luo.

"No need for that, I just helped your father for the sake of this Blood Lingzhi," Ye Luo replied casually.

"Regardless, I, Du Tianhao, must express my gratitude. Let me take your phone number; I’ll invite you to a meal myself tomorrow and give you a proper thank-you, how about that?" said Du Tianhao, looking at Ye Luo, while everyone present looked at Ye Luo with envy. In Zhonghai, not everyone was qualified to dine with the Secretary of Zhonghai, and even more so when it was a personal invitation—a privilege not even the heads of the several major families in Zhonghai had.

"Alright, here is my number; call me directly if there’s anything," Ye Luo said, appearing very casual, telling him his number and then leaving with the Blood Lingzhi and a large pack of herbs.

To this so-called Secretary of Zhonghai, he did not seem to place much importance on it, making many people lament that Ye Luo really did not know how to socialize—that such a great opportunity to make connections with the powerful was not cherished.

"What a character!"

Watching Ye Luo leave directly, Du Tianhao’s face showed a hint of a smile.

After leaving Rejuvenation Pavilion, Ye Luo drove to the villa.

Upon arriving at the verdant villa area and just parking his car, Ye Luo’s gaze sharpened, activating his Clairvoyant Eye. A 360-degree view without any blind spot appeared before him, and a cold smile tugged at his lips as he stepped out of the car.

Just as Ye Luo was about to step out of the car, a fierce killing intent enveloped him, and a figure shot out. Ye Luo felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and an icy chill swept over him.

Ding!

A dagger plunged straight into Ye Luo’s back but elicited a clear clinking sound. Behind Ye Luo, a man entirely clad in a black tight suit, showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

The next second, a cold smile played on Ye Luo’s lips, and he swiveled, punching out fiercely.

Immediately, the man’s face changed; his thrusting dagger retracted, and he crossed his arms in front of him, forcibly blocking Ye Luo’s punch.

But upon contact with Ye Luo’s fist, the man in black’s complexion changed dramatically, and he was sent flying backward, stumbling dozens of steps.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

Ye Luo looked at the man, eyes slightly narrowed, shimmering with a cold glint.

Swoosh!

However, the opponent didn’t respond to Ye Luo’s words, his eyes flashing with fierce and ruthless killing intent, his body shot out once again like an arrow bursting forth. The dagger in his hand traced across the sky, forming an arc of light that lashed toward Ye Luo, aiming straight for his throat.

Fast, fierce, accurate!

And this person’s strength had already reached the early stage of the Innate Realm, striking with utter decisiveness and ferocity. Moreover, the killing intent emanating from him was definitely that of someone who had slain countless people.

But such an attack and strength were, to the current Ye Luo, fundamentally insufficient.

Wandering Dragon’s Hundred Steps!

With a mere slight movement, he dodged the attack, and his right hand transformed into a dragon claw that he fiercely stamped out, instantly seizing the opponent’s wrist that held the dagger.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out, as Ye Luo twisted and broke the man’s wrist. The man in black’s complexion changed, and his eyes revealed a trace of pain.

Yet his reaction was not slow, as he fiercely kicked at Ye Luo. His toe burst forth with a blade of light, clearly harboring a hidden deadly move, aiming directly at Ye Luo’s groin. Should it connect, Ye Luo’s groin would likely be pierced right through.

"Damn, that’s ruthless!"

Ye Luo curled his lip, his face instantly showing an angry expression, and he swept out with his right leg violently.

Bang!

Crack!

Though his leg moved after his opponent’s, Ye Luo’s kick was faster, striking the man’s leg. Nine Yang True Qi surged out and on the spot, it snapped the man’s shin. Eventually, the man in black could not hold back a scream of agony.

Bang!

Ye Luo struck out with another palm, sending the man flying, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Although both were early-stage fighters of the Innate Realm, it was clear that the opponent was no match for Ye Luo in terms of both strength and technique. And this was without Ye Luo resorting to his full capacity or his Clairvoyant Eye. Otherwise, he was confident he could have taken him out in an instant.

When he was half a step into the Innate Realm, he feared no early-stage Innate experts; now that his own strength had entered the Innate Realm, and having opened the first meridian of the Nine Yang Exquisite Vessels as well, he no longer even took early-stage Innate Martial Artists seriously, not to mention even mid-stage Innate Realm fighters seemed insignificant to him.

"Cough cough!"

The man in black lay coughing on the ground, spitting out fresh blood.

Ye Luo strolled over at a leisurely pace and said, "Speak, who are you? Don’t force me to take action, or you will experience what is truly worse than death."

The man in black stared at Ye Luo, groaned deeply, and a trail of black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, Ye Luo’s expression changed, and he hurried forward, prying open the other man’s mouth.

"You even carried poison, brutal enough!"

Ye Luo curled his lip again, and then activated his Clairvoyant Eye, scanning the man’s body. He noticed a blood-colored wolf emblem on his arm.

Following that, Ye Luo opened his right hand, concentrated inwardly, and with a ’whoosh’, a blazing flame erupted in the palm of his hand.

If someone else had been present, they would have been amazed, thinking Ye Luo was performing magic, but this was not a trick; it was real flame.