92: Chapter 92 Detailed Discussion Inside the Car

"I'm here to buy some herbs." Ye Mo smiled.

Because she had just woken up, Feng Yuyan wasn't wearing any makeup and was dressed in a nightgown, but it didn't affect her beauty in the slightest.

Ye Mo scanned her up and down a few times.

You have to admit, once she put on clothes, the vibe completely changed. She looked exceptionally pure.

Feng Yuyan felt incredibly uncomfortable under Ye Mo's gaze.

"What's wrong with this guy? Why does he keep staring at me? Did I forget to wear a bra? Is something showing?"

Feng Yuyan subconsciously looked down. Thankfully, everything was normal.

By this time, the servants had already prepared breakfast for Ye Mo. Ye Mo sat opposite Feng Yuyan and began to eat.

"You still haven't told me your name." Seeing Ye Mo eating on his own, Feng Yuyan felt bored and decided to strike up a conversation.

"Ye Mo." Ye Mo replied without even lifting his head.

"How old are you? What's your position in the Ninth Bureau?" Feng Yuyan continued asking.

"Why are you interrogating me?"

Ye Mo didn't answer her, asking abruptly instead, "Young Miss Feng, I'm curious. Could you tell me how the Feng Family obtained so many qi-blood pills?"

"I don't know. I'm not interested in those things." Feng Yuyan replied without thinking.

Although she was a member of the Feng Family, she had zero interest in the circle of Martial Artists. She never took the initiative to learn about matters concerning Martial Artists. This was also the reason why she didn't even recognize Ye Mo.

"Oh?" Ye Mo felt that Feng Yuyan wasn't lying. He had originally intended to use the video from last night to glean some information from her, but it seemed his plan was going to fail.

"I think Martial Artists shouldn't exist on Blue Star. These people only know how to use brute force. When they can't outplay others, they resort to violence. Such behavior is truly shameful." Feng Yuyan said coldly.

"Such a strong prejudice against Martial Artists?" Ye Mo was speechless. How could this woman be so double-standard? If the Feng Family wasn't a Family of Martial Artists, how could they have developed so much? This was a classic case of having it both ways.

"It's not prejudice, it's a fact. In my eyes, Martial Artists are all simple-minded people. When they encounter problems, they never use their brains." Feng Yuyan's expression turned cold, as if she were thinking of something.

"You're right." Ye Mo nodded immediately to end the topic, then looked up at Feng Yuyan.

"Why are you looking at me like that again?" For some reason, whenever Ye Mo looked at her, Feng Yuyan felt her heartbeat quicken. She rarely experienced this feeling.

Although Ye Mo was also a Martial Artist, at the Zhonghe Building, he had wiped out the Black Tiger Sect without hesitation; it was clear he was a decisive person. In this aspect, he was countless times better than Lin Fan.

No... why am I comparing Lin Fan with Ye Mo? Lin Fan is just a despicable person who only knows how to suck up to my father and grandfather. She had always felt that Lin Fan must have ulterior motives toward the Feng Family. Her grandfather must have been deceived by Lin Fan. Sooner or later, she would expose Lin Fan's true face.

"You have a grain of rice on the corner of your mouth." Ye Mo pointed to the corner of his own mouth.

"Ah... why didn't you tell me sooner? How long has it been there?" Feng Yuyan immediately wiped it with her hand.

"It was there when I arrived." Ye Mo smiled.

"You... you eat slowly." Feng Yuyan immediately stood up and hurried toward the stairs. Ye Mo smiled faintly.

After finishing breakfast, Ye Mo went to the hall. About half an hour later, Feng Mingwen walked in carrying a bag.

"Mr. Ye, there are ten baoyuan herbs here in total." Feng Mingwen handed the bag to Ye Mo.

"How should I pay?" Ye Mo accepted the bag, feeling secretly delighted.

A single seven-star leaf could theoretically refine ten violent spirit pills. Of course, this depended on the Alchemist's skill level. Usually, being able to refine six or more made one a qualified Alchemist.

Now Ye Mo had a total of thirteen seven-star leaves. If all went well, he could refine one hundred violent spirit pills, which should be enough.

"It's just ten herbs, no need to pay. Mr. Ye, if you can figure out the baoyuan herb, there will be no shortage of benefits for you in the future." Feng Yuyan smiled slightly.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Give me a few months; I will notify you immediately once I have news."

With the seven-star leaves in hand, Ye Mo didn't linger. He had important matters to attend to next. There were only five days left before his Transmigration. He needed to push his Undying Body to its peak as soon as possible.

"Alright. Mr. Ye, how are you getting back? Would you like me to send someone to drive you back to the city?" Feng Mingwen asked.

Ye Mo thought for a moment. This place was indeed quite far from the city, and it was a mountainous area; he wasn't sure if it would be convenient to hail a taxi, so he prepared to nod.

Just then, Feng Yuyan happened to come down from upstairs.

"I happen to be heading to the company. Let me drive you."

"Then many thanks, Young Miss Feng."

Feng Yuyan was driving a luxury car worth over ten million. The car traveled along the road very smoothly. Ye Mo sat in the passenger seat, lost in thought.

He was thinking about how to refine the violent spirit pills. If he let others refine them, more than a dozen seven-star leaves would definitely arouse suspicion; they might be stolen, or it could even lead to a fatal disaster.

If he refined them himself... After he Transmigrated back, within a few days, Cheng Ying and Yang Siqi would give birth, and he would be rewarded with seven years of Lifespan.

Seven years of Lifespan, used to improve his Alchemy level—if all went as expected, he would definitely be able to reach the level of a qualified First-Grade Alchemist.

However, Ye Mo also wanted to improve his Luoyou Step. Once his Luoyou Step reached Major Achievement, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Ye Mo remaining silent, Feng Yuyan asked curiously.

"I was thinking, I don't know what kind of incredible luck Lin Fan had to be able to marry such a beautiful woman like Young Miss Feng." Ye Mo said half-jokingly.

From his conversation with Patriarch Feng Zhonghe, it seemed that the relationship between Feng Yuyan and Lin Fan wasn't good. Ye Mo thought to himself, wondering if he could play the role of a homewrecker. After all, the Purple Spirit Root was truly rare.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Hearing Ye Mo compliment her, Feng Yuyan couldn't help but feel her heart rate accelerate again.

"No way, surely I'm not the only one who says that?" Ye Mo put on an exaggerated expression.

"Giggle, of course not, but that's all superficial flattery." Feng Yuyan laughed happily.

"I'm not flattering you. Young Miss Feng, I wonder if you have time tonight to have dinner together?" Ye Mo felt he had a chance.

"Are you serious?" Feng Yuyan subconsciously tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"Of course I'm serious. I don't think I'm any worse than Lin Fan. And I can tell that Young Miss Feng doesn't like Lin Fan; you're just under pressure from your Family. I can't imagine how you've lived all these years. Being with someone you don't like—that kind of life is a cage." Ye Mo pressed harder.

"I..." Feng Yuyan's hands couldn't help but tremble. She felt that Ye Mo truly understood her, so why couldn't her grandfather and father see this?

"Give yourself a chance. I can help you break free." Ye Mo took the opportunity to grab Feng Yuyan's hand on the steering wheel.

Feng Yuyan felt as if she had been electrocuted. She instinctively slammed on the brakes, then stared wide-eyed at Ye Mo: "Aren't you afraid of my grandfather?"