The Ice Emperor, Hai Bo Dong

Hai Bo Dong called back the maid who was about to leave, retrieving a luxurious Purple Gold Card. "Let this old man pay for this."

"A Purple Gold Card! Old gentleman, you actually possess such an item." Seeing that purple-gold card, Ya Fei could not help but be startled. She knew very well that the requirement to own a Purple Gold Card was reaching the Dou Wang realm. This ordinary-looking old gentleman turned out to be a Dou Wang expert, which made Ya Fei instantly serious. After carefully verifying its authenticity, she hurriedly called the maid over.

"Go quickly and prepare these medicinal herbs. Please hurry."

The maid had never seen Ya Fei with such an expression and tone before. Coupled with her years of working at the Mitel Clan, she also possessed some worldly wisdom. When she took the Purple Gold Card, her hand trembled, causing the card to fall to the floor. The maid bent down in a panic, clumsily picking up the card, not even daring to raise her head to look at Hai Bo Dong. "I am sorry, extremely sorry. I will go right away."

"I think you don't need to go anymore."

The door was kicked open without warning, the sound of wood slamming against the wall echoing sharply. A group of people barged in without greeting. Leading them was an old man dressed in a black patterned robe, his face covered in wrinkles and his gloomy eyes making him look like someone not to be trifled with. Following behind him was Lei Le, who had just been taught a lesson by Chu Chen, along with a crowd of guards.

Seeing the newcomers, the maid bowed her head and stood aside to make way.

"Elder Liao." Ya Fei stood up, a sense of unease rising in her heart. This old man had undoubtedly come for his grandson, Lei Le. Liao was an elder of the Mitel Auction House, and his status was by no means low.

"Elder Liao, why have you come here?" Ya Fei put on her professional smile again. Currently, she was only a chief supervisor and truly could not afford to offend this man.

At this moment, Chu Chen's gaze shifted to Hai Bo Dong. Hai Bo Dong was still casually holding his teacup, but the steaming tea inside had already frozen into ice, with icy Dou Qi spreading outward from the bottom of the cup.

"Imprisoning my grandson, and even daring to sever his hand, yet you still want to buy medicinal herbs? In your dreams!" His aged gaze swept across the room and locked onto Chu Chen.

Facing this aggressive old man, Ya Fei felt an invisible pressure, and she worriedly bit her lip. "Regarding Lei Le's matter, my friend indeed went a bit too far, but regarding the medicinal herbs, you have no right to stop a customer from purchasing."

"What great official authority, even daring to pin a label on this old man. You are currently just a chief supervisor. Do you even know what a chief supervisor is? You have no right to teach me how to do things. If you know what's good for you, get out. In the upcoming elders' meeting, I will propose that the elders dismiss you from your post. Leading wolves into the house, bringing outsiders into the clan's restricted areas, and even crippling my grandson—you are finished. From now on, get out of the Mitel Clan!"

Hearing this, Lei Le was unwilling. "Grandfather, just teaching these guys a lesson is enough. As for Ya Fei, you must leave her to me."

"Get out of the way! Your head is filled with nothing but Ya Fei. What kind of love potion did this vixen feed you?"

Chu Chen remained seated, looking calmly at Liao. "Your grandson's hand was severed by me. It has nothing to do with Ya Fei. Why must you insult my friend like that?"

"It was you!" Liao looked at Chu Chen. When he saw the Tier 3 Alchemist badge on his chest, he paused for a moment before resuming his arrogant demeanor. "Merely a lowly Tier 3 Alchemist. This is the Mitel Clan, it is not your place to speak."

After scolding Chu Chen, Liao looked at the others around him. He could not sense any Dou Qi fluctuations from them, making them look like ordinary people who had never cultivated. In reality, it was not that they did not cultivate, but rather that their strength was too great for him to see through. They had concealed their auras, but this only made Liao and Lei Le even more fearless.

"Ya Fei, this old man advises you to stop trying to bail them out, otherwise I will sever your hand as well."

"What is it? Do you want to sever the hands of everyone here?" Hai Bo Dong suddenly spoke, cutting off Liao's words.

Looking at the unremarkable-looking Hai Bo Dong, Liao said with utter contempt, "That's right. If you want to leave the Mitel Clan, everyone must leave their hands behind!"

"It seems there is nothing left to say." Chu Chen stood up, cracking his knuckles, then pressed Ya Fei back down into her chair. "Miss Ya Fei, rest. This kind of brainless person can only be reasoned with using fists."

Ya Fei hurriedly held Chu Chen back. "Don't be rash. He is a Dou Ling expert, we cannot afford to provoke him."

"That is not necessarily true. With us here, we will kill as many Dou Ling as they come. We aren't even afraid of a Dou Huang," Brother Lang laughed loudly.

"Arrogant! Just based on you people?!"

"Noisy." At this moment, Hai Bo Dong slowly exhaled a breath of icy air and lightly swirled his teacup. Instantly, an icicle shot straight toward Liao!

Sensing the terrifying Dou Qi that had suddenly erupted, Liao's face stiffened, and his Dou Qi Armor rapidly coalesced. However, the newly formed armor was completely unable to withstand Hai Bo Dong's icicle, and he fell heavily to the ground. Looking at the icy mist rising from his chest, Liao's previous arrogance vanished instantly, and he stammered, "A... Dou Huang expert!"

"What! A Dou Huang expert!" Hearing these words, Lei Le shuddered, looking at Hai Bo Dong as if looking at the god of death. He could never have imagined that this old man was actually a Dou Huang.

"I will give you ten minutes. If I do not see those medicinal herbs, I do not mind reducing the Mitel Clan by one elder. Even if the Mitel Grand Elder, Teng Shan, comes here, he won't be able to save your life. I mean what I say." Hai Bo Dong said calmly, his aura imposing.

"What are you still standing there for? Go get the herbs! Do you still want to keep your life?!" Liao sat on the floor, roaring at his grandson who was paralyzed with fear. Lei Le froze for a moment, then nodded frantically, scrambling and crawling away.

Ya Fei looked at Hai Bo Dong, finding everything hard to believe, as if thunder was roaring in her ears. She parted her red lips but could not utter a word, thinking to herself: *Who on earth is he? How does he dare to call the Grand Elder by his name directly? The Grand Elder is one of the ten strongest experts in the Jiama Empire!*

After a moment of daze, Ya Fei looked at Chu Chen. "Mr. Chu Chen, who exactly is this old gentleman?"

"The Ice Emperor, Hai Bo Dong, one of the ten strongest experts of the Jiama Empire, and also the founder of your Mitel Clan," Chu Chen replied gently. Everyone present was unusually calm, leaving only Ya Fei stunned beyond words.