In the hall, Xiao Yan gazed at the figure of 348 on his Qinghuo Crystal Card, struck by a sense of wonder and reflection. With the establishment of this herbal medicine sales route, the restlessness and anxieties that once plagued him due to his fire energy concerns had now been largely put behind him. At present, Xun'er and the others were seated within the hall. After two days of continuous sales efforts, the herbal medicines had begun to gain recognition and reputation. As a result, the Pan Gate was gradually stabilizing. They no longer needed to personally attend sales events; instead, they simply announced fixed sales locations and assigned Pan Gate staff to oversee them, then waited patiently to collect their final fire energy payments. Seeing Xiao Yan's look of deep reflection, Xun'er smiled lightly, "Though selling pills is indeed highly profitable, without Xiao Yan's brother's swift production speed and high success rate in pill-making, the current achievements would not have been possible. I heard that even when the entire Ye Hui Pharmacy team works together, their daily output is only slightly better than Xiao Yan's individual output. As for manpower alone—let alone material resources—there's a significant consumption involved." Xiao Yan smiled in return, knowing he had only relied on the unique power of the Strange Fire and the support from Ye Lao. Standing up and stretching lazily, he suddenly felt a bit bored. For several days now, he had been continuously crafting pills without pause. Now, the pill reserves at Panmen were sufficient to last for a full week of sales, so he had ample time to rest. This, though, made the naturally disciplined Xiao Yan feel somewhat uneasy. Yet, having only recently broken through to the eighth star, he didn't want to close himself off again for too long, fearing it might be excessive. "Has the person sent to purchase herbs not yet returned today?" Xiang placed a pastry in her mouth, her voice slightly muffled as she asked. Over the past few days, the herbs she had previously bought had nearly been exhausted. "Yes, but they should be back soon," Xun nodded. However, as soon as she finished speaking, a sharp knock came from the door, followed by several figures rushing in. "What's wrong? Atai?" Seeing Atai and the others breathless, Xiang was somewhat surprised. "Head, something's happened!" Atai took a deep breath to steady his rapid breathing before settling into a serious tone. "What is it?" Xiang furrowed his brows, swallowed the pastry, and his voice grew colder. "The people sent to purchase herbs today returned empty-handed," Atai exclaimed angrily. "Indeed... it seems the Herb Guild has been acting. Though their response has been surprisingly swift—more so than I expected." Xun raised her brows, speaking with a cold tone. Xiao Yan's eyes slightly narrowed, with faint glimmers of cold light flashing across them. "Also, our brothers dispatched to sell the pills have all encountered resistance—some even grew so angry that they wanted to protest and were beaten, sustaining injuries. Now, nearly all the sales locations have been damaged or destroyed," said Atai, gritting his teeth as he voiced the final matter that had driven him to fury. "What?!" The moment these words were spoken, the four people in the hall turned pale with outrage, and Xiao Yan leapt up from his seat, his face darkening as if the storm were about to break. "Can this Pill Association still act so arrogantly? Do they truly think we, the Pan Gate, are easy to intimidate?" Huojia's face darkened as she thundered her protest. "Not from the Pill Association," Atai shook his head, teeth clenched, stating, "The returning brothers reported that the ones causing disturbances were actually members of the 'Bai Association'!" "The Bai Association..." Atai's expression first showed surprise, then a wave of coldness swept over it. Xiao Yan said coldly, "These rascals—indeed, they still won't settle down." "Head, now what are we going to do? This situation can't be tolerated anymore!" Xiao Yan's face was dark, feeling the intense glares directed at him from every corner of the hall. After a long pause, he raised his hand and spoke with a cold voice: "Atai, gather everyone and come with me to find the Bai Clan. If they want to step on our Pan Gate's head, they'll have to break every bone and strain every sinew!" "Good! Head, let's go and take them on!" Atai's face flushed with passion and pride as he heard Xiao Yan no longer hesitating. He nodded firmly and rushed out of the pavilion, soon followed by his loud and urgent calls. "Brother Xiao Yan, are you planning to fight the Bai Clan right now?" Xun'er pondered, asking. "Fight them then—we've been suffering a lot of grievances from the Bai Clan lately. If we keep ignoring them, not only will they gain prestige, but our own Pan Gate will be mocked as weak." Wu Hao's face flashed with a sharp intensity as he spoke with a cold smile. “Wu Haos is right. Even if we can’t defeat them, we must make them know that the Pan Gate is no easy opponent!” Hu Jia’s eyes blazed with anger as she roared. By nature, she had always been fearless—unafraid of anything—though recently, having just joined the Inner Courtyard, she had become more reserved. But she could no longer tolerate such blatant provocation from Bai Ban. “This time, Bai Ban has indeed gone too far. If we continue to remain passive and do nothing, we may well disappoint the injured brothers.” Xiao Yan nodded slightly, his face showing a touch of sternness. After a moment, he turned to Xun'er and said, “Xun'er, the proposal you made last time regarding organizing or hiring herb-gathering teams—perhaps we should accelerate that. With the economic strength of the Herbal Clan, if they wish to block our path on the herb routes, we’ll have no choice but to rely on ourselves.” “Agreed!” Xun'er nodded slightly. “We’ll begin preparations tomorrow!” Xiao Yan nodded, his face cold, saying, "Right now, everyone must drop whatever they're holding and follow me to Bai's faction. We're going to make Bai Cheng—that stubborn old turtle—realize that if he wants to step on our thorny Pan Gate without leaving a single drop of blood, he's going to have to dream it." "Indeed!" Could that young man in the black robe be the one rumored to have crafted these pills? I've heard that today the White Sect members were pummeling the Panmen—given the current situation, it seems Panmen is targeting the White Sect. Hmm, this should be quite an exciting spectacle... The once-quiet inner courtyard suddenly grew lively due to the intense aura emanating from Panmen. Many students who had come merely to watch now rushed to share the news, drawing a steady stream of eager onlookers toward the White Sect's location. Though internal conflicts within the courtyard were common, a full-blown inter-sect battle of this scale had been rather rare. The first Bai Cheng furrowed his brow, displeased. The day before, the medicinal guild had offered a price that deeply intrigued him—yet it had only secured their engagement to handle the Pan Gate. Bai Cheng had long harbored strong reservations about the Pan Gate, and now, with someone else offering a substantial sum to bring them in, how could he help but feel annoyed? Thus, upon the other party's initial proposal, he had readily agreed. As long as the medicinal guild provided the necessary fire energy, Bai Cheng could secure a powerful combat technique within the Combat Technique Pavilion, potentially elevating his standing on the "Strong List." To be suddenly interrupted in such a moment, with such commotion, naturally left him with little patience. "Xiao Yan has sent the Pan Gate forces to attack us!" "Heard this, Bai Cheng had only been slightly taken aback at first, but soon after, as he regained his composure, his face suddenly turned pale and he sprang to his feet, coldly remarking, 'I never expected this young man to possess such determination—yet it's like cracking an egg against a stone; he's simply setting himself up for trouble!' 'A mountain gate with not a single Douling cultivator? They dare challenge us, the Bai Clan? Last time, due to my actions, we were barred from engaging them for half a year. Now they've come to us on their own—what use is the bet now?' Fu Ao stood up, his face flushed with rising passion, and laughed heartily. Hearing Bai Cheng’s words, Fu Ao’s face turned slightly flushed, and he stubbornly replied, “That technique is indeed powerful, but given his capabilities, he might manage only one use per day—already at the limit. As long as I can withstand one wave, he’ll be no more than a soft, yielding mass, easily molded to my will. What good is it now to complain? I must immediately gather my forces. The Pan Gate has come out in full force to cause trouble—my Bai Clan cannot afford to show any sign of weakness, or else how will I maintain my standing within the inner courtyard?” He snapped a sharp remark and then raised his voice. “Right!” Upon hearing Bai Cheng’s command, everyone in the room responded in unison and immediately rushed out, shouting to summon members of the clan. As the commotion and chaos from outside grew, Bai Cheng’s expression grew colder, and he chuckled dryly, “Since you’ve come seeking us out yourselves, I won’t hold back. If I’m to prevent you from losing face within the inner courtyard, I must truly feel ashamed of my ‘Strong Rank’ standing. A bunch of greenhorns with no sense of what’s expected of them!”