"If no one offends me, I shall not offend anyone!"

"If someone offends me, I shall never forgive!"

Ye Luo uttered these sixteen words as he delivered a foot chop, directly crushing Qiu Ming’s right knee with the immense force of his foot.

Ah——

A sharp and piercing scream echoed, making the two members of the Tian Group tremble, a chill rising from their hearts, feeling a coldness on their spines.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, faces filled with fear, foreheads beaded with cold, large sweat drops, completely lacking the aura and grace of a master from the Half-Saint Realm.

Bang!

Another muffled sound followed as Ye Luo stepped on Qiu Ming’s other knee, crushing it completely into pieces.

The unbearable pain swept over Qiu Ming like a tidal wave, assaulting his firm will and causing him to let out a mournful howl, his face contorted in agony.

With those two stomps, Ye Luo completely crippled Qiu Ming’s legs. Even the best doctor would likely find it difficult to treat such injuries, unless a miraculous elixir was administered, which might allow for recovery.

However, such elixirs had to be at least of Yellow Rank eight or above, and given Qiu Ming’s status and power, it was impossible for him to obtain one; thus, he was doomed to become a cripple like his younger brother.

After a round of screaming, Qiu Ming’s face went extremely pale, his throat turned hoarse from shouting, his eyes filled with intense hatred as he looked at Ye Luo and said through clenched teeth, "You... are so cruel!"

"Thank you for the compliment. If I were not your opponent, this fate would be mine instead, and you would do something even more ruthless! This is just a small gesture on my part," Ye Luo said indifferently.

"You..." Qiu Ming stared at Ye Luo with bloodshot eyes, suddenly coughing up blood, overcome by distress, and fainted.

"Take him away!" Ye Luo’s gaze turned to the two members of the Tian Group. The two of them trembled and, not daring to say anything more, the Tian Group member who was still standing intact picked up Qiu Ming.

As for the Tian Group member whose legs had been broken, he could only crawl pitifully on the ground, appearing extremely miserable; but Ye Luo had no sympathy for him.

"Your talent indeed exceeds my imagination," Feng Tian walked over to Ye Luo and spoke, his eyes flickering with a complex expression as he looked at Ye Luo.

"Is that so?" Ye Luo smiled.

"You are the first person I have seen who can defeat a master of the Saint Realm while in the Innate Realm. In my knowledge, only two people have managed to defeat Saint Realm masters while in the Innate Realm. You are the second," Feng Tian said.

"Oh, who is the first one?" Ye Luo became curious about who else could challenge a master of the Saint Realm while in the Innate Realm.

"Sheng Tianyang!"

Feng Tian mentioned the name with a hint of reverence in his eyes.

"Sheng Tianyang? Who is he?" Ye Luo asked, somewhat surprised.

"He was a martial arts powerhouse who nearly unified the entire Hidden Sect a hundred years ago!" Feng Tian said gravely.

"That’s impressive!" Ye Luo exclaimed in surprise.

"A hundred years ago, Sheng Tianyang rose to power suddenly, his talent astounding. While in the Innate Realm, he had slain a master of the Saint Realm, shocking the entire Hidden Sect.

Later, his strength advanced rapidly, sweeping through his peers. For him, fighting beyond his level was routine, truly an existence of monstrous talent. It’s a pity that I was born too late and never got to see such a formidable being," Feng Tian continued.

"However, I see a trace of that martial arts expert’s shadow in you; you can fight beyond your level, facing the Saint Realm with just the Innate Realm. Perhaps you could be the next Sheng Tianyang,"

Feng Tian said, his eyes sparkling with sharpness as he spoke to Ye Luo.

"Thanks for the compliment! But what I want to do is not to become someone else, but to be a unique existence. I am Ye Luo, not some Sheng Tianyang. I’ll do even better than Sheng Tianyang!"

Ye Luo exuded a kingly aura, his eyes twinkling with profound depth.

After finishing breakfast at the villa, Ye Luo went to the Mu Family.

This time, Ye Luo’s personal visit to the Mu Family was to seek their help in collecting medicinal materials needed to heal Leng Ruobing’s pipa bone, which were extremely rare, unavailable in ordinary drugstores, and even absent from the Mysterious Valley.

Therefore, he could only obtain them through the Mu Family. After all, the Mu Family was a medical lineage, and it would be much easier for them to find such materials than for him. Moreover, he had already asked the Mu Family to search for the seven saliva grass last time, and he wondered how that was going.

The seven saliva grass was of great importance to Ye Luo, and he naturally intended to obtain it.

Upon arriving at the Mu Family, someone quickly led Ye Luo inside and brought him to the main hall of the family.

Mu Yunlong, the Family Head of the Mu Family, was seated in the main hall. At the sight of Ye Luo’s arrival, a flicker of interest crossed his eyes.

"What brings Mr. Ye to our Mu Family?" Mu Yunlong asked, his tone indifferent as he looked at Ye Luo.

"I would like your Mu Family to help me find some medicinal materials," Ye Luo stated directly.

Mu Yunlong’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them as he said, "What does Mr. Ye take our Mu Family for? Are we your servants, to heed your every command at will?"

Hearing Mu Yunlong’s harsh words, Ye Luo’s eyebrows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Where is the old Family Head?"

"I’m sorry, but as the Family Head, I can make all decisions. My Mu Family does not welcome you. Leave immediately. If you want medicinal materials, go find them elsewhere. Aren’t you very capable? Do you still need our Mu Family to help you search?" Mu Yunlong said coldly.

Seeing this, Ye Luo’s expression turned somewhat icy, and he felt an urge to stride forward and slap this fool.

"Yun Long, hold your tongue!" Just as Ye Luo was contemplating whether to teach this brainless fool a lesson, Mu Qingsong, the old Family Head of the Mu Family, appeared in a green robe, exuding an air of immortal grandeur as he walked in.

Saint Realm, Fifth Level!

With one glance, Ye Luo discerned the old Family Head’s strength; indeed, he was powerful. A Fifth Level Saint Realm master was truly a force to be reckoned with in the secular world—no wonder the Mu Family had endured for so long.

"Father!"

At the sight of Mu Qingsong’s arrival, Mu Yunlong’s expression changed subtly, and he promptly called out with a face full of respect.

"Stand aside. How could you speak to Brother Ye like that?" Mu Qingsong walked over and glanced at Mu Yunlong, who tried to say something but was silenced by a stern look from Mu Qingsong.

"Brother Ye, my son was somewhat rash earlier. Please do not take offense," Mu Qingsong said with a smile to Ye Luo.

"I won’t bother with such a mindless person; it would be a waste of my time," Ye Luo said flatly.

"What do you mean by that, Ye Luo? Are you not taking my Mu Family seriously?" Mu Yunlong glared at Ye Luo, his face filled with anger.

Ye Luo looked at Mu Yunlong and let out a cold chuckle. In the past, he might have been cautious of the Mu Family, but now he knew that the strongest they had was only Mu Qingsong, a Fifth Level Saint Realm presence.