"This person is very strong, and with your abilities, it’s not that easy to deal with him. Don’t be so impulsive, someone will naturally deal with this kid."
Mo Shaocong sat down and spoke indifferently.
Hei Yao’s eyes flickered as he looked at Mo Shaocong, "Mo Shao, since you’ve said so, I’ll hold back my anger for now. May I know why Mo Shao is visiting so late at night? Is there something you need?"
"I’m here because there’s something I need Boss Hei Yao to do for me," Mo Shaocong began.
"What is it? Please tell me, Mo Shao."
"I need your help to kidnap someone!"
Mo Shaocong’s eyes narrowed as he said, "Dong Xiaotian’s son, Dong Li."
"Dong Xiaotian’s son!" Hei Yao’s expression changed, and both the Bewitching Woman and Tan Yun looked somewhat surprised.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
Mo Shaocong’s gaze swept towards Hei Yao.
"Mo Shao, may I ask why you want to kidnap Dong Xiaotian’s son?"
Hei Yao looked at Mo Shaocong with a hint of curiosity.
"I need to get something from Dong Xiaotian’s hands. As for what it is, you don’t need to know. You just have to do as I say," Mo Shaocong said calmly.
Hei Yao’s eyes flickered, and he nodded.
The next day, Xiao Yifeng woke up from his cultivation. The energy from the Blood Spirit Stone had been completely absorbed by him. Unfortunately, his strength had only reached the Transformative Energy Stage of Great Perfection, and it seemed he still needed a certain opportunity to condense Gang Qi and break through to the Gang Qi Realm.
After getting ready, he left his room and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, while Ye Yashi bounded cheerfully downstairs.
"Brother-in-law, the necklace you bought for my sister is really pretty, isn’t it?" Ye Yashi said, looking at Xiao Yifeng.
"Mhm," Xiao Yifeng nodded.
"Why don’t you buy one for me too, brother-in-law? I’m your little auntie after all," Ye Yashi suddenly said.
Xiao Yifeng appeared helpless; the Tears of the Goddess were one of a kind, and he couldn’t buy a second one.
"Girl, there’s only one of those necklaces in this world, and there won’t be a second one," Ye Luo said directly.
"Oh, that won’t do. You’ve never given me a present before. Even if it’s not that necklace, you must give me a gift."
Ye Yashi immediately began to tug at Xiao Yifeng’s hand and act coquettishly.
"Alright, I know. I’ll look for a chance to see what gift I can get for you, and I’ll definitely give you one," Ye Luo promptly assured.
"That’s good. In less than two months, it will be my birthday, and you’ll have to give me a special gift then."
Ye Yashi looked at Xiao Yifeng and pouted as she spoke.
"Okay, okay, I’ll definitely give you a special gift by that time, happy now?"
Xiao Yifeng felt extremely helpless towards this little aunt.
After breakfast, Xiao Yifeng left the villa and went to the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion again. He hadn’t forgotten about helping Wang Miaomiao heal the scars on her body; he had been delayed by other matters yesterday, but today he came here to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs needed for treatment.
"Sir, you’re here again!"
Upon entering the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion, Xiao Yifeng saw the man who had previously prepared his medicine, who greeted him with a smile.
Xiao Yifeng took out a list and said, "I need seven portions of each medicine on here."
The man took the list from Xiao Yifeng and a look of surprise flickered across his face as he turned to Ye Luo and asked, "May I inquire what you need these many herbs for, sir?"
"For healing injuries!" Ye Luo replied indifferently.
The man nodded without further questions, took the list, and went to prepare the medicine.
The Heavenly Medicine Pavilion was indeed remarkable; many of the herbs on Xiao Yifeng’s list were very rare, unheard of by most people, yet were all available here.
"Sir, here are all the herbs you need; they’re all here, totaling one hundred and thirty thousand!"
The man swiftly brought a large bundle of herbs and laid them out in front of Xiao Yifeng. The herbs alone were worth over a hundred thousand, which highlighted their value.
"Alright, I’ll use my card!" Xiao Yifeng took out his Purple Card and handed it to the man.
Just then, several figures rushed in, led by a middle-aged man in a suit followed by two people who looked like bodyguards.
"Do you have Xue Fu Ling here?"
The suited middle-aged man directly asked the attendant of the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion.
"Xue Fu Ling!" The attendant from the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion paused, then pointed at Xiao Yifeng and said apologetically, "I’m sorry, sir. All of our Xue Fu Ling has been taken by this gentleman here."
In an instant, the suited man’s gaze shifted to Xiao Yifeng and he said, "Young man, could you spare a portion of Xue Fu Ling for me? I’m willing to pay double, even triple the price to buy it."
"I’m sorry, but I need the Xue Fu Ling too, and I can’t give it to you," Xiao Yifeng said, flatly refusing. The Xue Fu Ling was key in treating Wang Miaomiao’s scars, and naturally, he couldn’t give it to the other party.
The suited man’s expression changed, filled with urgency, as he said, "Young man, I truly need a portion of Xue Fu Ling; please let me have it. As long as you agree, whatever you ask for, I, Song Zhiyuan, will accept."
"I’m sorry, I don’t need it!" Xiao Yifeng stated indifferently, taking the herbs and attempting to leave. That’s when the two people behind the suited man suddenly blocked Xiao Yifeng’s way.
Xiao Yifeng’s mouth curled into a cold smile and said, "Are you planning on robbing me openly?"
"Young man, I absolutely did not mean that. It’s just that the Xue Fu Ling is vital for my father’s life; I must obtain it today. If I’ve offended you in any way, please forgive me; I will surely compensate you," the suited man insisted, locking eyes with Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng glanced at the man and said, "If I’m not mistaken, your father is suffering from acute liver cirrhosis, which is why you need the Xue Fu Ling for treatment."
The suited man’s eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at Xiao Yifeng and said, "How did you know, young man? Are you also a physician?"
"Isn’t that obvious? Why else would I be collecting so much medicine?" Xiao Yifeng replied, visibly irritated.
The suited man’s expression turned somewhat embarrassed, though anyone else who recognized the name Song Zhiyuan would never dare to speak to him .
After all, Song Zhiyuan was the esteemed president of the Song’s Group, with enterprises spread throughout Jiangnan and even the entire South; he was a significant figure in the business world.
Even Ye Yaxin would have greeted him with great respect, addressing him as ’President Song.’ However, Xiao Yifeng didn’t know this individual, which explained his blunt manner of speaking.
Even if he did know the man’s identity, it’s unlikely he would have shown any respect; there were very few people who warranted respect from Xiao Yifeng, the War Emperor.
"Actually, there is a way to save your father without the need for Xue Fu Ling," Xiao Yifeng spoke up again.