Gently tugging at his black cloak, Xiao Yan glanced at Mo Tianxing, who was smiling dryly, and spoke in a calm tone, "Master Mo, haven't you always thought my Transcendent Realm pill was lacking?" Upon hearing this, Mo Tianxing couldn't help but offer a slightly embarrassed smile, knowing that Xiao Yan was still holding a grudge over the matter concerning his auction hall. He sighed, "Mr. Yan Xiao, I must admit, I'm at a loss here. Such matters are usually decided by the senior monks within the sect. They firmly believe that the items from Elder Ye's mountain are more suitable for our Black Emperor Sect. I simply can't go against their wishes." Xiao Yan, however, remained silent, unimpressed. Given Mo Tianxing's standing within the sect—almost a decisive voice in any matter—his words carried little weight. In fact, they seemed utterly unconvincing. Of course, regardless of whether it was credible or not, Xiao Yan had no need to dwell on this matter. As long as he was interested in the Break-Clan Pill, there was no issue—provided he could present something that truly moved him, he would have no objections. "Could Master Mo possibly offer a second batch of Bodhi Body-Saliva?" Xiao Yan said with a calm smile. Upon hearing this, the smile on Mo Tianxing's face instantly froze, and he sighed with resignation, "What could Rock-Jay先生possibly mean? Even our Black Emperor Sect possesses only one batch of Bodhi Body-Saliva. In fact, this very batch is soon to be transferred to Elder Eyer's possession." "Right now, I'm only interested in the Bodhi Body-Saliva," Xiao Yan said, shaking his head with a composed tone. "As for the other items..." "Mr. Rock-Jay, surely we can discuss this further," Mo Tianxing said promptly. "Why don't our Black Emperor Sect provide the herbs, and you prepare the Break-Clan Pill? Regardless of how many batches you manage to produce, just deliver one to us—any surplus shall remain entirely yours. How does "Well then, I simply don't have the time to stay at Black Emperor Sect, dedicating myself solely to refining pills." Hearing this, Xiao Yan's tone immediately grew colder. Without further discussion with this untrustworthy old man, he bowed slightly and promptly turned with the two young healers, walking away. "There's a certain pride among young talents," Qi Shan scoffed. "Father, what now? Are you really going to give up on that broken sect pill?" Mo Ya frowned slightly, his tone a bit anxious. He knew that if he secured this broken sect pill, it would bring him countless benefits—perhaps even the key to his eventual breakthrough to the Battle Emperor level. Now that negotiations had collapsed, he felt particularly urgent. "What's there to be anxious about? Do you really want to go in and seize it outright? The white-robed woman by that person isn't easy to handle—indeed, even I'm not certain I can secure her." Mo Tianxing snapped. Under Mo Tianxing's sharp rebuke, Mo Ya remained silent, though his sense of urgency didn't wane. "Then, what does the Abbot intend?" Qi Shan asked softly from the side. "Let's first assess the situation. Their objective is clearly aimed at Bodhi's perfected body essence, and Elder Yingshan isn't someone to be taken lightly—securing something from him won't be an easy task. Should that white-robed woman end up in a stalemate with him, I might be able to step in quietly... " Mo Tianxing's eyes flickered with a hint of cold as he spoke slowly. "Since this young man refuses to drink the wine, I shall not be surprised if I have to be both firm and unyielding." Upon hearing this, Mo Ya finally exhaled in relief, lifting his gaze toward where Xiao Yan and the other two had vanished, his eyes now gleaming with a touch of sharpness and envy. Xiao Yan had originally been somewhat dissatisfied with the elder choosing the E Mountain elder as his counterpart—now, he found himself even more frustrated when the elder proposed this very method to secure the ruined sect pills from him. For Xiao Yan, the medicinal ingredients required for the pills were not urgent, so there was no real need for him to stay and serve as a mere laborer. Moreover, he didn’t particularly value those specific herbs; with Zi Yan’s unique sensitivity to medicinal materials, sourcing them was far from difficult. "Though the ruined sect pills are indeed exceptionally precious, the elder clearly understands this. If he were to trade for them, ordinary items wouldn’t suffice, and while more valuable items would be too precious to part with, he’d end up resorting to this compromise. Perhaps, in his mind, he even feels as though you’ve gained a considerable advantage." It seemed that sensing Xiao Yan’s subtle coldness and irritation, Xiao Yixian smiled gently. "He’s no ordinary cultivator—after all, he’s a Dou-Zong master. How remarkably stingy he is!" Zi Yan pouted slightly, expressing her disdain. To her, herbs were almost worthless—whenever she ventured deep into the mountain forests, she could always find those brimming with rich energy. Yet this old man insisted on trading her these rather meager herbs for the Break-Clan Pill, which only made her all the more unimpressed. Xiao Yan exhaled softly, then growled angrily, "This old fool! He exchanged his Bodhi Body-Saliva with me—then everything would have been settled. Instead, he insists on going through all this unnecessary hassle." Hearing Xiao Yan's scolding, the young physician smiled faintly. It was clear that he was deeply resentful about Mo Tianxing's decision not to choose his Break-Clan Pill at the auction. After all, the Bodhi Body-Saliva was now the property of the Eyer Mountain elder. To wrest it back from such a powerful Dou-Zong cultivator would surely be no easy task. "There's no need to worry too much—after all, the people who have their eyes on Bodhi's essence of transformation aren't us. We can simply wait for them to act first, and then reap the benefits when the time comes." The young physician spoke softly. "However, since you directly turned down Mo Tianxing today, I'm sure he'll have some lingering concerns. So be cautious of them." Xiao Yan pulled his pale hands to adjust the black cloak slightly, his voice low. "It seems he intends to leave." "Once he steps out of Black Emperor City, the numerous factions watching closely will surely move immediately..." The young physician, with her gray-purple eyes slowly scanning the surroundings, knew that there must be countless eyes stationed outside the Black Emperor Sect. It wouldn't take more than a few minutes before the news of Elder Yun Shan's appearance at the sect reached those factions. … In the grand hall of a large courtyard located in the southern part of the city, several figures sat or stood among them. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that they were none other than Xiao Li, Su Qian, the Senior Monastic, and the rest of the Xiao Sect delegation. Currently, they no longer resided within Black Emperor Pavilion but had instead rented a courtyard in the city for temporary accommodation. Upon seeing Su Qian's actions, everyone was momentarily stunned. But when they regained their composure, they found three figures materializing like ghosts at the entrance. Among the three, two were wrapped in black robes, while the only one whose face was visible was the young woman in white robes. At the sudden appearance of these three, Xiao Li's face immediately grew pale. He realized that during the auction, his family had clashed with these three over the scroll of mid-tier Earth-stage technique—now, it seemed, they had come to cause trouble. The various strong members of the Xiao family and the Ganav College, likewise, were now agitated by the arrival of these three. In a flurry of movements, they all rushed to gather behind Su Qian, knowing that facing a Dou-Zong-level master, any advance they made would only result in certain death. "This friend," said one of them, "the auction hall is all about merit—surely, there's no need to drag personal grievances into this." The elder of Canaan Academy, I beg you—on my humble request—forgive this matter. Elder Su’s face also grew serious. With a bow, he spoke solemnly, facing a pharmacist capable of crafting upper-tier sixth-grade pills and a Douzong-level cultivator. Even he could not afford to lightly offend either of them. Upon hearing this, the black-robed figure present seemed momentarily stunned, then sighed with a mixture of exasperation and resignation. Gently pulling at his cloak, he slowly unfolded it, revealing a familiar, expression of weary determination that now stood before the wide-eyed Xiao Li.