After stowing away the Qiankun Bag, Qin Feiyang dispatched Fatty and the White-Eyed Wolf to gather information.

He had the White-Eyed Wolf accompany Fatty for safety. If they were discovered by Shi Ming or the Lu Family, Fatty would lack any means of self-defense.

Fatty swore an oath, assuring Qin Feiyang that he would complete the mission.

Once the man and wolf had departed, Qin Feiyang entered his alchemy chamber to continue refining elixirs.

「Daybreak.」

The Holy Temple's grand tournament commenced once more. The areas surrounding the martial arts arena had been packed with a sea of people since early morning.

However, once the competition began, everyone felt it was rather dull, lacking the passion of previous days.

It wasn't that today's battles lacked intensity; on the contrary, they were quite engaging. It was just that after yesterday's exceptionally fierce confrontations, everyone still hadn't fully recovered. Therefore, today's fighting seemed rather bland in their eyes.

Qin Feiyang, carrying another Qiankun Bag, activated a teleportation portal and headed to the Treasure Pavilion.

But when he appeared in the lounge, he didn't see Yin Yuanming. After waiting for a while and seeing no sign of him, Qin Feiyang walked out.

The two guards stationed at the stairwell sensed someone emerging from the Steward's lounge, and a cold glint flashed in their eyes. When they turned to berate the person, they discovered it was Qin Feiyang!

Their expressions changed instantly, and they hurried to greet Qin Feiyang with fawning smiles.

"Greetings, Master Qin."

"Master Qin, why didn't you let us know you were coming? We could have received you properly!" they fawned.

Qin Feiyang chuckled lightly. "Where is Steward Yin?"

"The Steward is in the VIP room, hosting representatives from the Four Great Families."

"We'll go get him right away."

The two men quickly scurried off towards the VIP room.

"The Four Great Families?" Qin Feiyang frowned, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Wait," he called out.

"Does Master Qin have any other instructions?" The two stopped, turning to look at Qin Feiyang in confusion.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Are they the Dong, Lu, Wang, and Zheng Families?"

The two men nodded.

"Coincidentally, I have some free time. Take me to the VIP room," Qin Feiyang stated.

The men exchanged glances. It seemed something was about to happen again.

The door to the VIP room was tightly shut.

"Yin Yuanming, stop beating around the bush! Tell us directly, what will it take for you to lift the ban on us?"

Just as Qin Feiyang reached the entrance, he heard the enraged roar of the Lord of the Lu Family.

The two guards prepared to knock.

"You can go now," Qin Feiyang whispered, stopping them.

"Understood." The two nodded and quietly departed.

"You people are so vexing!" Yin Yuanming's impatient voice rang out from within. "I've told you already, it's Qin Feiyang who wants to ban you. If you have a problem, go find him."

"If the Treasure Pavilion didn't issue the order, would that Qin Feiyang have the power to ban us?"

"Yin Yuanming, have you considered that the Treasure Pavilion is a place of trade? Isn't it somewhat inappropriate for you to meddle in our private grudge with Qin Feiyang?" the Lord of the Lu Family said gravely.

"Inappropriate?" Yin Yuanming retorted. "Fine. Let me ask you, who was strutting around here flaunting their power yesterday? Do you think the Treasure Pavilion will go out of business without your Lu Family's support? I'm telling you now, the ban won't be lifted! I'm eager to see just how long your Lu Family's little nest egg can sustain you!" he sneered.

"Yin Yuanming, don't push us too far!" The Lord of the Lu Family's furious roar reverberated through the VIP room; he was clearly enraged to the extreme.

BANG!

Just then, Qin Feiyang kicked open the door and strode in.

The Lord of the Lu Family and the others turned to look, their expressions instantly turning cold.

Apart from Yin Yuanming, there were four others in the VIP room: three familiar faces—the Lord of the Lu Family, and the Clan Elders of the Wang and Zheng Families. The fourth was an unfamiliar old man in a crimson robe. His hair and beard were also red, making him resemble a living flame.

This man was the Clan Elder of the Dong Family. With Old Monster Dong and the Dong Family Head having their cultivation crippled, and Steward Dong dead, he was the only one who could represent them in negotiations with the Treasure Pavilion.

Qin Feiyang closed the door, then scanned the four men with a faint smile. "I'm just here to watch the fun. Don't mind me, please continue."

As he spoke, Qin Feiyang walked towards the tea table. The Clan Elders from the Wang and Zheng Families, who were in his path, hastily stepped aside.

Reaching the table, Qin Feiyang plopped down into a seat, grabbed a teacup, rinsed it, and began to leisurely sip his tea.

The four men—the Lord of the Lu Family and the three Clan Elders—stared at him with grim expressions. The Dong Family Clan Elder, in particular, glared at him, unconcealed killing intent raging in his aged eyes!

Yin Yuanming, meanwhile, swept his gaze between the four visitors and Qin Feiyang, a trace of amusement on his old face.

Qin Feiyang leisurely drank a few cups of tea. Seeing that the silence dragged on, he finally looked up at the four men and asked with apparent confusion, "Why isn't anyone talking?"

The Lord of the Lu Family said coldly, "Are you here to laugh at our misfortune?"

"Laugh at you?" Qin Feiyang blinked, then asked with great earnestness, "Why would I laugh at you? And what's there to laugh at?"

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!" The Dong Family Clan Elder could finally bear it no longer and launched a palm strike at Qin Feiyang.

"Impudence!" Yin Yuanming snapped. His hand shot out like lightning, and a sharp CRACK! echoed as he slapped the Dong Family Clan Elder across the face.

A vivid red palm print instantly appeared on the elder's face.

"You dare slap me?!" The Dong Family Clan Elder stared at Yin Yuanming in disbelief, a murderous aura erupting from his body.

"If you dare to make another move in the Treasure Pavilion, forget a slap—I'll cripple you on the spot!" Yin Yuanming sneered.

"Cripple me? Do you have the strength for that?" The Dong Family Clan Elder, incandescent with rage, unleashed a terrifying wave of pressure that surged towards Yin Yuanming.

Qin Feiyang was inwardly surprised. This old fellow is actually a Nine-Star War Emperor.

"In the past, I indeed lacked such strength. But now…" Yin Yuanming gave a cold smile, and an equally formidable pressure, no weaker than the Dong Family Clan Elder's, erupted from his body.

"What?!" The expressions of the Lord of the Lu Family and the three Clan Elders changed drastically.

They all knew Yin Yuanming's cultivation; he was a Five-Star War Emperor. How did he suddenly become a Nine-Star War Emperor?

Suddenly, they recalled Qin Feiyang's explosive increase in cultivation from the previous day. Could Yin Yuanming's change in cultivation be related to Qin Feiyang? Yes! It must be! No wonder the Treasure Pavilion is helping Qin Feiyang to such an extent!

The Clan Elders of the Wang and Zheng Families exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

The Wang Family Clan Elder cupped his hands and said, "Brother Qin, this feud is between you and the Dong and Lu Families. Why must you include our Wang and Zheng Families in the ban?"

The Zheng Family Clan Elder chimed in, "Brother Qin, please be magnanimous and spare our two families a path to survival."

"Why?" Qin Feiyang began. "I heard you were all quite delighted at the news of my supposed death.

"You even went around saying that even if I hadn't died out there, I would eventually die at your hands.

"Since you're so eager for me to die, naturally, I won't let you have an easy time," he finished coolly.

The two Clan Elders trembled and bowed low. "Brother Qin, please, just give us one more chance."

Qin Feiyang ignored them, took out a Qiankun Bag, and tossed it to Yin Yuanming.

"Two Potential Elixirs," Qin Feiyang said with a smile.

"Ten Vermilion Glazed Pills.

"Fifty each of Healing Pills, Bone-renewing Pills, and Rebirth Pills.

"And one thousand Battle Intent Pills.

"All of them have two Elixir Patterns. Go ahead and check."

Yin Yuanming's eyes lit up instantly, and he submerged his consciousness into the Qiankun Bag to inspect the contents.

At the same moment, the hearts of the Lord of the Lu Family and the other three Clan Elders jolted. This young man can actually refine Top Grade elixirs with two Elixir Patterns! The Clan Elders of the Zheng and Wang Families were overcome with even deeper regret.

"Brother Qin, please be magnanimous and give us one more chance, just one more!" the two Clan Elders pleaded, still bowing.

"If we ever side with the Lu Family again, we'll banish ourselves from State City!"

Qin Feiyang continued to ignore them, quietly sipping his tea.

A short while later, Yin Yuanming finished his count, put away the Qiankun Bag, and nodded with a smile. "The quantities are correct. But regarding the price..."

"One Vermilion Glazed Pill for one billion Gold Coins. One Potential Elixir for fifteen billion Gold Coins. Consider the rest of the pills a gift," Qin Feiyang stated. He had already decided on these prices.

"That expensive?" Yin Yuanming frowned. "The price for the Vermilion Glazed Pill is still acceptable. But the Potential Elixir... the last two sold at auction for just over eleven billion Gold Coins each. If you're asking for fifteen billion now, wouldn't the Treasure Pavilion be taking a loss?"

Qin Feiyang replied, "The Potential Elixirs I gave you last time had only one Elixir Pattern. These have two. Naturally, the price is different."

"What effect do these Elixir Patterns have?" Yin Yuanming asked, perplexed.

"The more Elixir Patterns, the easier it is to open the Door of Potential," Qin Feiyang explained. "Don't think I'm joking. The pain of opening the Door of Potential isn't something just anyone can endure. The White-Eyed Wolf almost didn't make it through."

He vividly remembered the circumstances of the White-Eyed Wolf's first attempt to open its Door of Potential. If he hadn't been there to verbally push it at the critical moment, the White-Eyed Wolf would likely be nothing but a pile of white bones by now.

Yin Yuanming, still frowning, said, "How about this: I'll pay you the Gold Coins after they're auctioned?"

Qin Feiyang thought for a moment. "In that case, just give me teleportation gates instead!" They had used up most of their teleportation gates in the Land of Oblivion, anyway.

"Alright." Yin Yuanming nodded. He turned, opened the door, and said to the two guards by the stairway, "Have Dieyi prepare three hundred teleportation gates and bring them to me immediately."

Then, he closed the door, looked at the Lord of the Lu Family and the three Clan Elders, and said coolly, "Weren't you asking how to get the ban lifted? Well, the one who called for it is right here. Ask him!"

"HMPH!" With a cold snort, the Lord of the Lu Family and the Dong Family Clan Elder stormed out. They knew very well that Qin Feiyang wouldn't change his mind. Begging would only invite further humiliation.

"Brother Qin, can you please reconsider?" The Clan Elders from the Wang and Zheng Families, however, did not leave. They looked at Qin Feiyang with pleading eyes.

"Everyone has a limit to their patience," Qin Feiyang said. "However, if you are willing to leave State City, I might have the Treasure Pavilion lift the ban on your two families."

"Leave State City?!" The two Clan Elders trembled.

"Whether to remain in State City, barely clinging to existence, or to leave State City and live well—think it over carefully," Qin Feiyang stated.

The two were silent for a moment, then exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with desolation and helplessness. For the sake of their families' futures, they had no choice but to yield.

"My Wang Family will leave State City within three days," the Wang Family Clan Elder declared.

"My Zheng Family will also leave," the Zheng Family Clan Elder added. "We only hope Brother Qin will keep his word." With that, they cupped their hands, turned, and departed. An intense tide of regret flooded their hearts, lingering long after.

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