Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

After the auction ended, everyone gradually left the pharmacy.

Qian Xinya's entourage was loading the purchased medicinal herbs, box by box, onto the dark blue Rolls-Royce.

She stood beside the car, took the shawl handed to her by the driver, and draped it over her shoulders, still with that arrogant attitude.

And the result was pretty much as Chu Nan had predicted: a group of martial arts practitioners surrounded them.

The first to speak was the man with the dark red bead on his wrist. He wrapped the bead back around his wrist and took a step forward.

"Miss Qian, isn't it inappropriate for you to consume that entire batch of century-old medicine by yourself?"

"We've traveled thousands of miles to this country, only to come for nothing. We won't be able to explain this when we get back. How about this: you give us the medicinal herbs we need, and we can discuss the price."

Gan Xinya didn't even glance at him. "What I bought is mine. I can do whatever I want with it. I have no intention of transferring it. You can all get out."

"Young lady, are you disrespecting us?"

The old man holding the bamboo cane spoke in a hoarse voice. He took a step forward, and the iron hoop at the bottom of the bamboo cane struck the bluestone slab with a crisp sound.

A young man with very short hair, a dark blue fish tattooed on his neck, walked around from the side and spat on the ground. "Why waste words with this rich girl? Just fight!"

Qian Xinya finally turned her head, looked at the young man with the fish tattoo on his neck, then at the old man with the bamboo cane and the man with the red bead, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Then she said to the silent old man beside her, "Uncle Wen, these people are a bit noisy. Tell them to be quiet."

Wenbo slowly raised his eyelids.

He looked very old, with a face full of wrinkles, a hunched back, and wore a faded dark gray long gown.

But when he raised his head, a chilling glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

The young man with the fish tattoo on his neck was the first to make a move.

He stomped his right foot on the ground and darted towards Qian Xinya like a slippery eel.

At the same time, his fingertips were enveloped in a faint layer of light blue true energy, but just as he was halfway there, Wen Bo moved.

He took a step forward, and his foot landed on the spot on the bluestone slab, which silently shattered into a small pile of dust.

Then he stretched out his right hand and gently pushed the young man who was rushing towards him.

I didn't touch him; we were at least three feet apart.

But the young man seemed to be hit head-on by an invisible wall, flying backward and crashing his back into a ginkgo tree by the roadside, causing the leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Wenbo withdrew his hand, still maintaining the humble and submissive demeanor of an old servant.

He raised his eyelids, glanced around at the people present, and said in a hoarse and deep voice, "My young lady doesn't like being surrounded by people, please leave."

The entire place was deathly silent. The group of martial arts practitioners who had just been clamoring to make a move were now frozen in place.

Chu Nan stood in the crowd, watching Wen Bo lower his head again and retreat behind Qian Xinya.

The old man's method wasn't particularly sophisticated, but the fluctuation of true energy he unleashed in that instant was definitely at the level of a grandmaster.

No wonder Qian Xinya dared to act so arrogantly; it turns out she had a grandmaster protecting her.

However, this would ruin his plan to use the favor of saving lives to exchange for medicinal herbs.

Xu Yi didn't understand much; he only knew that things weren't going according to Chu Nan's plan. "Little Chu, what should we do?"

Before Chu Nan could answer, a detached voice suddenly rang out, "I thought that since I was too late to participate in the auction, these medicinal herbs would be taken away by the bidders. I didn't expect that someone would actually help me collect them."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw three people walking slowly down the bluestone path outside the medicine shop.

Leading the way was a young man, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a moon-white brocade robe with dark blue wave patterns embroidered on it. As he walked, the hem of the robe fluttered as if blown by the sea breeze.

Behind him followed an old man, thin and frail, wearing a dark gray short jacket, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyelids drooping, as if he were about to doze off at any moment.

Further back was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, dressed neatly with a sinister look in his eyes.

These three were none other than the young master of the Sea God Palace, Old Fisherman, and Xue Jiu.

The young palace master stopped three steps away from Qian Xinya and glanced at the neatly stacked medicine boxes in the trunk of the Rolls-Royce.

"I thought we were too late, the auction would have already ended, and these medicinal herbs would have been taken away by the bidders, so we would have to find them one by one."

He withdrew his gaze and landed on Qian Xinya. "I didn't expect someone to have collected them all for me. It saved me a lot of trouble."

Qian Xinya looked him up and down. "Who are you?"

Who I am is not important.

The young palace master said coldly, "The important thing is those medicinal herbs in your carriage... I want them."

Qian Xinya was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She had just swept the auction, with none of the wealthy pharmaceutical merchants daring to challenge her. Now, a young man appeared out of nowhere, demanding that she hand over the medicinal herbs.

"Didn't you see how those people rolled over?"

Qian Xinya gestured with her chin towards the group of martial arts practitioners still frozen on the roadside, "Want to give it a try too?"

The young palace master didn't look at her, but at Wen Bo behind her. "Your confidence comes from this old man?"

Qian Xinya's face darkened. "Wenbo, tell him to shut up."

Wenbo raised his eyelids, his cloudy old eyes looking at the young palace master, and then at the old fisherman behind the young palace master.

Old Fisherman remained in the same dozing posture, his hands tucked into his sleeves, motionless.

Wenbo withdrew his gaze and said to the young palace master, "Young master, my young lady does not like to be offended. If you leave now, I can pretend I didn't see anything."

The young palace master couldn't help but laugh and said to the old fisherman, "He said he wants us to leave."

"I heard you."

The old fisherman finally raised his head, and his eyes, which had been half-closed, slowly opened.

His eyes were unusual; they weren't black or brown, but a deep, dark blue, like a sea that never sees the light of day, sealed within his pupils.

The young palace master said coldly, "Then what are we waiting for? Kill him and take the medicine!"

The old fisherman finally stretched out his hands, which had been tucked into his sleeves.

The fingers were thin and slender, with a very thin layer of dark blue scale-like patterns covering the knuckles of each finger.

That wasn't a tattoo, but rather a mark left on the skin after a certain technique has been mastered to its highest level.

He spread his five fingers, and a dark blue water ball materialized out of thin air in his palm.

Something seemed to be swimming inside the water sphere, long and twisted, like some kind of deep-sea creature shrunk countless times and imprisoned inside, roaring and struggling.

Upon seeing this, Wenbo's previously indifferent gaze suddenly sharpened...