With his current capital, Ye Luo naturally didn’t need to fear the Mu Family. Feng Tian alone could annihilate the Mu Family ten times over, and if it hadn’t been for the sake of Mu Qingsong’s role as a National Doctor serving the country and its people, he wouldn’t have been so polite.

"Yun Long, shut your mouth. Brother Ye is a guest of our Mu Family. Have you forgotten how he previously helped our Mu Family salvage so much honor?" Mu Qingsong’s eyes swept over Mu Yunlong with intense deterrence.

"Yo, what’s all the excitement at the Mu’s today?"

Just then, a group of people walked in from outside the Mu Family estate, led by an old man with white eyebrows and a gray robe. His face was gaunt, and his eyes, sharp as a hawk, gleamed.

Following him were four middle-aged men in robes, exuding a profound presence, their eyes sharp. They followed the older man respectfully, and it had been he who uttered the previous statement.

Seeing the elder, Mu Qingsong’s expression changed slightly, while Mu Yunlong quickly stepped forward with a smile and said, "Elder Mu, what brings you here? Your visit honors our household. Please forgive us for not greeting you from afar."

The previously arrogant Mu Yunlong was now submissive and respectful toward the elder, which earned Ye Luo’s utmost contempt.

However, Ye Luo was quite surprised by the strength of these five individuals. The leading elder was at the eighth tier of the Saint Realm, and the four middle-aged men were at the fourth tier of the Saint Realm. How had the Mu Family suddenly acquired so many high-level Saint Realm experts? Ye Luo speculated in his heart.

"Old Mu, what’s all this noise? I could hear your quarreling from afar. Are father and son at odds again?" The elder said with a smile, but his expression was unusually cold, the strange light in his eyes making it uncomfortable to look at him.

"Mu Sen, this matter doesn’t concern you," Mu Qingsong said indifferently to the elder, before turning to Ye Luo, "Brother Ye, I’ll have someone collect the medicinal herbs you mentioned. I’ll notify you as soon as there’s news."

"Good, I’ll await your news. However, I urgently need those herbs, and I hope Elder Mu can find them for me as soon as possible. When you do, I will certainly express my gratitude," Ye Luo said, then turned to leave.

"Old Mu, when have you become so courteous to a young lad, calling him ’brother’ and even helping him find herbs? It seems you’ve really gone downhill these years," the elder said, his voice laced with mockery.

"Young man, who are you?" the elder asked, shifting his gaze toward Ye Luo.

Ye Luo, however, paid him no attention and continued walking towards the entrance of the hall. Seeing Ye Luo dismiss him so bluntly, the elder’s face darkened, and a shadow passed through his triangular eyes.

"Boy, the Elder is speaking to you, how dare you not answer?"

One of the four middle-aged men standing behind the elder turned cold, stepped forward abruptly, and threw a palm strike at Ye Luo. Even without full force, it was an attack that could severely injure even someone in the Half-Saint Realm.

"Don’t!"

Mu Qingsong’s face changed, ready to intervene, but it was already too late. However, a faint sneer appeared on the old man’s lips.

As the attack approached, a trace of cold light gleamed in Ye Luo’s eyes. He moved, and his Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens technique unfolded. In an instant, he vanished from sight, dodging the strike, which shocked the attacker.

The elder, too, had an unusual look flicker through his eyes.

"Lad, you have some skills, no wonder you’re so arrogant and presumptuous. However, I want to see just how capable you really are." Unable to hit Ye Luo, the middle-aged man’s face looked strained, and it was quite unsightly. He prepared to strike again.

"Stop!"

Mu Qingsong bellowed loudly, a powerful aura sweeping towards the middle-aged man before him, causing the man’s face to change instantly, his body trembling.

At that moment, an elderly man released an aura that countered Mu Qingsong’s Saint Realm authority, allowing the middle-aged man to relax his expression and heave a deep sigh of relief.

"I really don’t have time to play around with you," Ye Luo said indifferently, activating Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens, and his figure vanished before their eyes like lightning.

"Indeed, he has some skills," commented the elder with a glint of surprise in his triangular eyes.

"Elder, this person has blatantly disregarded your presence, a provocation to us. Shall I go and..." another middle-aged man began to speak.

"No need. No matter how skilled he might be, he’s merely an existence akin to an ant. It’s not worth our concern," the elder said dismissively, not taking Ye Luo seriously. In his eyes, even with his skills, Ye Luo was nothing but a somewhat stronger ant.

"Mu Sen, just state your purpose directly," Mu Qingsong said coldly, looking at the elder before him.

"Old Mu, don’t you want to know how your grandson is faring now?" the elder asked with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Without delay, Mu Yunlong said, "Elder Mu, my useless son hasn’t caused any trouble, has he?"

"Your son’s talent is quite good, and he’s diligent. He has already become a Level Eight Elixir Student," the elder mentioned matter-of-factly.

"Really? That’s wonderful," Mu Yunlong said, his expression brightening.

A look of surprise flashed through Mu Qingsong’s eyes.

Then, the elder named Mu Sen looked at Mu Qingsong and said, "Old Mu, if you hadn’t been so stubborn back in the day, you might now be a great Pill Master instead of bearing the useless title of National Doctor in this mortal realm."

"Alright, you’ve come all the way from the Elixir Sect not just to mock me. Spit it out," Mu Qingsong spoke, his tone still cool.

"This time, I’m here because I need your help to obtain something for the Elixir Sect. Once we get this item, your grandson will soon become a real Pill Master and will receive full cultivation from the Elixir Sect," the elder said, his eyes flashing with sharp glints.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the special security bureau, He Fang went directly to Zhao Gang’s office. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"What’s the matter? You seem so anxious," Zhao Gang said, looking at He Fang.

"Director, we’ve just received news. Qiu Ming’s legs have been crippled, and a member of the Tian Group at the Half-Saint Realm by his side had his legs broken as well," He Fang reported immediately.

"What? Is that true? Who did it??" Zhao Gang exclaimed in shock.

"Ye Luo!"

Zhao Gang narrowed his eyes and said, "It looks like this kid really is hiding deep. To think that even a master of the first level of the Saint Realm fell at his hands. However, this kid is pretty ruthless, crippling both brothers. But by doing so to Qiu Ming, he’s likely to bring even bigger troubles upon himself."