The next day, as the first rays of morning light poured across the horizon, the once-silent Black Emperor City once again came alive. Outside the city, countless people gathered like ants, converging upon it. The scale and appeal of this major auction event hosted by the Black Emperor Sect this year had reached a level rarely seen in the Black Angle Region over the past century. Thanks to the concerted efforts of the Black Emperor Sect and the miraculous effects of Bodhi's Body-Transformation Elixir, even some of the region's long-tenured super-strong cultivators, who had not appeared on the scene in years, made an exception and emerged from their retreat—each heading directly to the city, now the focal point of the entire Black Angle Region. Amid this gathering of so many powerful figures, those with keen senses subtly perceived that a growing sense of impending storm was quietly forming within the city itself. This time, the Black Emperor City was poised to witness a celestial battle of unprecedented magnitude—unseen in the Black Angle Region in over a century. … When the morning light poured into the room, Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes, seated cross-legged on the bed. After a night of meditation, he had reached his peak state—his qi flowed like a mountain flood, filling every limb and bone with a powerful vitality. It felt as though with just a slight movement of his body, he would transform into a humanoid machine, effortlessly destroying everything before him. "Let's begin now. You all stay on guard and don't let anyone disturb me. This batch of pills is no ordinary one—when they're finished, there's likely to be quite a commotion. The Black Emperor Pavilion has so many strong contenders that it may be difficult for us to remain completely concealed." Xiao Yan said, his expression slightly serious. "Understood." Seeing Xiao Yan's demeanor, Xiao Yixian nodded slightly in agreement. After giving the instructions, Xiao Yan casually washed up and was about to enter the inner chamber when suddenly, a knock came at the door. Upon hearing the knock, all three of them were momentarily startled. Their brows furrowed slightly—within the Black Emperor Pavilion, they were not particularly well known, so who would be coming to see them at this moment? With a touch of curiosity, Xiao Yan stepped forward, slowly opening the door. Standing there, in a white robe, upright and composed, was Mo Ya, the junior chief of the Black Emperor Sect. When Xiao Yan saw the one opening the door, a smile instantly bloomed on Namoyi's face. He then bowed politely, saying, "Brother Yanjiao, I'm truly sorry for obstructing you yesterday. To express my apologies, I'd like to take the three of you around the city. If you need anything at all, just let me know." Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with a curious expression. Clearly, this man had developed a strong interest in Xiao Yixian. Though he said he wanted to take them out for a stroll, Xiao Yan could easily sense the deeper intentions behind his words. "I'm sorry, today—," Xiao Yan gently shook his head, about to decline. Just then, a small, agile figure suddenly burst forth from behind him, her fist slamming into Namoyi with a sharp, resonant crack, delivering a forceful and angry blow. The figure who suddenly burst forth was Zi Yan. However, upon seeing this, Xiao Yan did not intervene. He had grown somewhat attentive toward Mo Ya—this man, achieving such accomplishments at his age, must surely possess formidable abilities. Sending Zi Yan to test his true strength was precisely the right move. Feeling the same odd sensation as yesterday, Zǐ Yán, who was prepared, immediately snorted and tightly clenched her hands again, paying no attention to anything else. A rich purple glow enveloped her arms, and then, with a sudden vibration, her fists surged forth—directly bursting through the peculiar, circular formation created by Mò Yá. When Zǐ Yán’s fists lost control, Mò Yá was startled. With a tap of her foot on the ground, his figure became a shimmering, ethereal shadow and swiftly retreated. "Boom!" As Mò Yá retreated swiftly, Zǐ Yán tightly clenched her fists and suddenly snapped them open. The powerful force swirling around her fists then erupted in an unusual manner, eventually seeping through the space and compressing the air into a football-sized air cannon, which struck Mò Yá with great force. "Boom!" The air cannon exploded, its sharp sound echoing throughout. Mò Yá, retreating several steps on the ground, finally managed to halt his movement. Yet at that moment, his neat white robe was now torn and shattered. Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes. As a spectator, he had clearly sensed earlier that when the intangible air blast struck Mo Yi, an unusual layer of fine energy vortices suddenly appeared on the surface of the latter's skin—these vortices absorbed nearly half of the blast's force. Otherwise, the impact from Zi Yan's punch would have done far more than just tear his clothes. "Zi Yan, come back!" Xiao Yan called out, and with that, he stopped her. Only then did Zi Yan, with a lingering touch of her lips, coldly glanced at Mo Yi, whose face had grown slightly displeased, and then strolled confidently into the room. After that punch, the resentment she had carried since yesterday dissipated completely. Though Mo Yi's force-dissipating technique was remarkable, it clearly failed to fully neutralize the impact. "Ah, Young Master," he chuckled, "the child is just playful and inattentive—she has certainly caused you some inconvenience." Xiao Yan smiled at Mo Ya, and as soon as he finished speaking, before the other could reply, he added, "I have other matters today, so I'll stay indoors. Perhaps in the future, when the opportunity arises, I'll ask the young deputy to show me the way." With that, Xiao Yan directly returned to his room and firmly closed the door, leaving Mo Ya with a stern, thunderstruck expression. Outside the room, Mo Ya stared at the closed door, his face deeply displeased. He hadn't expected to suffer such a setback today—not only had he failed to meet Xiao Yixian at all, but he had also been made quite embarrassed by the strong-willed young girl. "Rock Hawk, right? Well, well, I'll remember that!" While silently cursing in his heart, Mo Ya sharply waved his sleeve and turned away with a gloomy expression. "I hope that man doesn't come back with any more trouble—otherwise, once this matter is settled..." "From now on, you two stay in your rooms and don't bother anyone. If anyone truly manages to force their way in, don't show mercy!" With a deep breath, Xiao Yan spoke firmly. "Rest assured, no one will disturb you," the young physician said calmly. Xiao Yan nodded slightly, added a few more instructions, then turned and walked into the inner chamber. The heavy doors closed with a series of crisp clicks, sweeping up a trail of dust as they settled gently shut. As Xiao Yan entered the chamber, the young physician turned her gaze toward Zi Yan, who was gently holding her mouth and smiling quietly. She smiled softly and said, "Have you used the things I gave you?" "Yes. During our fight, I used my subtle internal force to quietly transmit them into his body." Zi Yan chuckled. "That's good. As long as he's reasonable, there'll be no problem. But if he truly decides to take action, I'll make sure he suffers terribly." The young physician gently curved her lips, her voice soft and tinged with a coolness. How pitiful Mo Yao must feel—had he known that all he had wanted was to simply make a friendly impression, only to be quietly poisoned by the two without so much as a word of explanation, he would surely have choked on a sudden burst of blood. The pill Xiao Yan wishes to concoct is called "Break Sect Pill." Even among the sixth-rank pills, it ranks as an upper-tier variety. While it does not directly enhance a cultivator's strength, it significantly boosts the chances of peak Du Hong cultivators successfully advancing to Du Zong rank—increasing their success rate by one full percentage point. Moreover, should such a cultivator fail in their attempt to reach Du Zong rank, the pill ensures that their strength remains stable at the level they had before the attempt, without any decline in rank. It is well known that the success rate for a Duke-level cultivator to advance to the Master-level is extremely low, and comes with significant risks. Should the attempt fail, a single misstep may result in an intense fluctuation of their internal qi, leading to the most devastating outcome—a regression in rank. This is nearly the greatest fear among all Duke-level peak cultivators. Once such a regression occurs, even a slight drop in rank demands substantial time and energy to retrain, which is undoubtedly the most daunting challenge they face. Consequently, the effect of the Break-Realm Pill holds irresistible appeal for them. Though the success rate of just one in ten may seem modest, this small chance has already caused countless Duke-level peak cultivators to falter. The Break-Realm Pill will thus become one of Xiao Yan's most valuable assets when bidding for the Bodhi Body Fluid.