91: Destroy the Galilean family

Little Fairy Doctor raised her head, a slightly shy smile appearing on her delicate face, while deep in her eyes, an indescribable complexity was hidden: “Yes, I was lucky enough to break through to Five-Star Dou Shi, thanks to the medicinal herbs you left behind, Xiao Han, and the guidance of the Seven-Colored Poison Manual.”

She downplayed the situation, not mentioning anything about the “consumption” process.

Mo Yuhan’s gaze carefully swept over her face, neck, and the exposed skin of her wrists.

Her complexion was radiant, fair with a healthy blush, as delicate as fine porcelain, without any signs of poisoning like grayness, purplish hues, or abnormal spots.

Although her eyes showed a hint of fatigue, they were still clear and bright, without the madness of losing control or the muddiness of severe poison erosion.

Her breathing was also steady and long, and her Dou Qi circulated smoothly, with no signs of chilling cold or chaotic turbulence caused by accumulated severe poison.

Everything was normal.

In fact, one could say her condition was surprisingly good.

But this “normalcy” did not ease Mo Yuhan’s heart; instead, it made it pound even harder.

The Woeful Poison Body, the more “normal” it appeared in the early stages, the deeper and more stable the accumulated toxins within, and the closer it was to the final breaking point…

Five-Star Dou Shi…

Behind this terrifying speed of improvement was her daily effort, fueled by her very life.

The poisons she consumed, their potency and quantity, had probably reached an extremely frightening level.

Mo Yuhan’s fists quietly clenched under the table.

He showed no change in expression, even revealing a gentle, approving smile: “Five-Star Dou Shi? Little Fairy Doctor, you truly have extraordinary talent; it seems that the Seven-Colored Poison Manual has helped you immensely.”

He paused, his tone filled with concern, “However, the path of cultivation requires balance. You must also take care of your body, and not overexert yourself.”

“Yes, I know.”

Little Fairy Doctor smiled softly, avoiding Mo Yuhan’s gaze, which seemed to penetrate everything, and lowered her head to sip her tea.

The atmosphere of the conversation seemed to lighten.

Mo Yuhan then briefly recounted some of his experiences at Canaan Academy and the local customs of Black Rock City.

Bibi Dong mostly listened quietly, occasionally asking one or two questions, but her gaze always inadvertently fell on Mo Yuhan’s increasingly defined face, watching him calmly narrate, seeing the youthful longing and confidence for the vast World flickering in his eyes.

The golden glow of the setting sun passed through the window lattice, stretching the silhouettes of the three.

Beneath the joy of reunion, their respective concerns, like undercurrents, silently surged in the warm twilight.

Mo Yuhan guarded the hope of his aunt’s recovery, and also worried about the Little Fairy Doctor’s rapidly approaching destructive fate.

Bibi Dong felt the warmth and reliance brought by the young man, and the frozen corner of her heart quietly melted, yet she also bore deep hatred and future hardships.

Little Fairy Doctor, on the other hand, tried to maintain surface calm, burying the bone-gnawing despair and the pathological attachment to her brief “normalcy” deep in her heart.

The road ahead was still thorny, and a storm was brewing in the distance.

But this brief moment of reunion, filled with warmth, protection, and unspoken bonds, was like a quiet harbor before a storm, appearing incredibly precious.

Mo Yuhan picked up his teacup, feeling the warmth of the tea, his gaze sweeping over the two women beside him—one was his aunt whom he swore to protect with his life, and the other was Little Fairy Doctor, whom he regarded as a beloved Elder sister, yet burdened by misfortune.

The desire to become stronger had never been so urgent as it was now.

…

In Wutan City, on the top floor of the Mittel Auction House, in Ya Fei’s exclusive reception room, the atmosphere was as heavy as a frozen lake.

Mo Yuhan sat upright in a large rosewood chair.

However, in his obsidian-like eyes, what burned now was a cold flame capable of incinerating everything.

And on the mahogany table in front of him, hundreds of smooth white jade pill bottles lay quietly, without any labels, yet subtly emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

“Sister Ya Fei.”

Mo Yuhan’s voice broke the silence, his clear, youthful tone carrying a resolute determination utterly unbefitting his age, “The Jia Lie family, must disappear.”

Ya Fei leaned languidly on the soft couch by the window, a vibrant red dress outlining her breathtaking curves.

Her charming eyes, which seemed to always flow with spring water, were now tinged with frost.

The Jia Lie family had once attempted to encroach upon Mittel’s business in Wutan City, and had even secretly attacked Mo Yuhan, which had long crossed her bottom line.

She nodded slightly, her red lips parting, her voice carrying a hint of coldness: “I understand, what do you plan to do?”

Mo Yuhan’s gaze swept over the jade bottles filled with pills on the table: “Here are some First-Rank and Second-Rank Pills I refined, and also some Third-Rank Pills my Great Master gave me, including even some Fourth-Rank Pills like the Qi Gathering Powder my Great Master gave me.”

He looked up at Ya Fei, his eyes sharp as knives, “Please, Sister Ya Fei, in the name of the auction house, immediately release the news: I, Mo Yuhan, a Second-Rank Alchemist, am offering a bounty for the extermination of the Jia Lie Family! Those who participate in this campaign, especially if the Oba family and Xiao Family respond, will have their pills doubled!”

“This promise will be honored immediately after the war, guaranteed by the Mittel Auction House!”

His youthful voice, though, was firm and resonant, like a heavy hammer striking Ya Fei’s heart.

Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and she took a deep breath. With so many pills, the Jia Lie Family was probably truly going to be completely annihilated this time.

Suppressing the thoughts in her mind, her eyes burst forth with astonishing brilliance: “Good! Yu Han, Younger Brother, I’ll go handle this right away. Jia Lie Bi, his days are likely numbered!”

The Mittel Auction House’s intelligence network operated like a precise machine, instantly running at high speed.

In less than an hour, an explosive piece of news swept through the entire Wutan City like a hurricane!

“Have you heard? Mo Yuhan, that nine-year-old Second-Rank Alchemist, is offering a bounty to exterminate the Jia Lie family!”

“Windwalk Pill! Qi Recovery Powder! A grand gesture, guaranteed by Mittel, absolutely no falsehoods!”

“If the Oba family and Xiao Family join, the pills will be doubled! Hiss… the Jia Lie family is finished!”

In the streets and alleys, teahouses and taverns, all cultivators were discussing frantically, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.

Qi Gathering Powder could allow Dou Qi to condense into a Dou Qi vortex with 100% certainty, breaking through to Dou Zhe!

Windwalk Pill and Qi Recovery Powder were also life-saving treasures coveted by Dou Shi and Dou Zhe alike, not to mention the guarantee of the Mittel Auction House’s golden signboard!

The first to react were those independent powerhouses who had long been dissatisfied with the Jia Lie family’s overbearing actions or had old grudges against them.

Three Dou Shi Peak experts with powerful auras and eyes as sharp as eagles, like sharks smelling blood, appeared at the entrance of the Mittel Auction House immediately, releasing their strong auras to declare their stance!

Following closely were several Dou Shi experts, full of killing intent and well-equipped.

After that, Dou Zhe poured in like a tide, numbering in the dozens!

They gathered in the square in front of the auction house, their eyes burning as they stared at the tightly closed main door, just waiting for a command!

Soon, Ouba Pa, the patriarch of the Oba family, arrived in a hurry with two Great Dou Shi Elders from his clan and more than ten elite Dou Shi.

Ouba Pa’s usually somewhat calculating plump face was now filled with excitement and fawning smiles.

If the Jia Lie family fell, the Oba family would be one of the beneficiaries!

Moreover, they would receive double the pills; this deal was a guaranteed profit!

The last to appear was Xiao Zhan, the patriarch of the Xiao Family.

His expression was complex, and behind him followed the Grand Elder and a group of young elites led by Xiao Yu.

Xiao Zhan’s gaze swept over the dense crowd in the square, finally resting on the tightly closed auction house door, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had not expected that the child who once needed the Xiao Family’s protection, in such a short time, would already possess such terrifying rallying power!

This bounty made even him, the patriarch of the Xiao Family, feel a chill down his spine.

But the Jia Lie family and the Xiao Family were already at odds, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: “The Xiao Family, responds to Great Master Mo Yuhan’s bounty!”