The Freelancers Alliance is a chaotic mix of crazy individuals with supernatural abilities.
Number One can control mental energy and is the most powerful leader they could find, which is why Yun Mu wanted to put Number One in an international prison at this time.
They just hadn’t expected the Freelancers Alliance to be so ruthless.
Yun Meng originally thought that with Murong Qiyue, he could develop Group B to be even stronger than Group A.
And in his eyes, that was indeed the case. Over the past two years, Group A’s edge had gradually been overshadowed by them.
But now, the members of Group B were in a sorry state. Murong Qiyue’s elixirs weren’t provided for free; they only got them at a discounted price. They simply couldn’t compare to these desperate members of the Freelancers Alliance, who were willing to risk it all.
So they just stood there and watched as the members of Group A finished dealing with the Freelancers Alliance, and then, as if showing off, pulled out a large bottle of elixirs.
Yun Meng had originally thought it would be Ye Shaohua and Yun Mu who stepped in, but in the end, it turned out to be Wumao and the others.
Yun Meng and his group were indeed in a rough state.
After Wumao and Yikuai had shown off enough, they slowly made their way back.
Seeing that Yun Meng and his group were heading south, they couldn’t help but warn them, “Don’t go south. We just came from there. There were some minor issues, but you probably won’t be able to handle them. It’s better to follow Miss Ye and the boss for now.”
Yun Meng was taken aback. He didn’t quite understand what Wumao meant, but after glancing at Wumao’s expression, he agreed.
Xu Anyuan didn’t have enough seniority, so he walked at the edge of the group. When he heard Wumao say “Miss Ye” and “the boss,” he felt an even deeper sense of shock.
His gaze had already drifted toward Ye Shaohua more than once.
Was this “Miss Ye” they were referring to Ye Shaohua?
But why would they call her “Miss Ye”?
Ye Shaohua was walking at the very front of the group. Xu Anyuan kept looking in that direction until Yun Mu’s cold gaze swept over, making him hastily look away.
“Yimao, where did you buy this?” Yun Meng asked as the group moved forward. He walked alongside Yimao and Wumao, his eyes fixed on Yimao—or more precisely, on the elixir bottle in Yimao’s hand.
Just now, the lid had been opened, and with a gust of wind, they could all smell the fragrance of the elixirs inside.
It was a very fresh, pleasant herbal scent; just one whiff made them feel revitalized.
The moment Yun Meng caught that scent, he realized… this elixir was probably several levels above what Murong Qiyue could produce! And it came in such a large bottle!
Because Ye Shaohua and Yun Mu had been present earlier, he hadn’t dared to ask. Now that the group was moving, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
As soon as he asked, the members of Group B instinctively perked up their ears, and Xu Anyuan was no exception.
Yimao glanced at him and said casually, “Don’t even think about it, Group B. A few of your people have crossed her before.”
Not to mention Murong Qiyue, even having Xu Anyuan and An Muheng around was already awkward enough.
Besides… Ye Shaohua was currently teaching Wei Zhengxuan and the others how to refine elixirs.
Once those two finished their training, the entire industry would be in for a massive shock.
It wasn’t hard for Yimao to imagine that when she finally made her move, the impact would be huge.
“It’s actually someone from your group? Who?” Yun Meng’s eyes widened. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out who in Group A had such incredible abilities!
Not just him—everyone in Group B was listening intently.
Xu Anyuan, in particular, set aside his thoughts about Ye Shaohua. He wasn’t stupid. Someone who could mass-produce elixirs of such high quality was someone he desperately wanted to know.
After all, he, Xu Anyuan, had everything in abundance except money.
“Miss Ye.”
“…”
Damn!
Yun Meng nearly jumped up. “How could it be her?!”
Wasn’t she supposed to be a top-tier figure like the ruler of Yun City?! She could refine elixirs too?!
Yun Meng was at a loss for words. Supernatural beings who had reached Ye Shaohua’s level were already extremely rare, and on top of that, she could also refine elixirs? Were all these young supernatural prodigies these days this ridiculously talented?!
He glanced at Ye Shaohua and Yun Mu. He had once harbored thoughts of competing with Group A, but now those thoughts had completely vanished.
Yun Meng had always thought Murong Qiyue was mysterious enough, but compared to these two, there was simply no contest.
These two—each one more enigmatic and more powerful than the other.
Now, Yun Meng finally understood a saying: in the face of absolute power, all schemes are nothing but jokes. His Group B had been so full of themselves for so long, yet Group A had been casually carrying bottles of elixirs all along.
Their voices had gotten a bit loud. Ye Shaohua, who had been discussing something with Yun Mu, glanced sideways. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Miss Ye. I was just chatting with Yimao.” Hearing the person in question speak, Yun Meng quickly responded.
“Mm, just be careful. You can’t handle the people in the south. If anyone from your group wants to leave, use your own judgment.” Ye Shaohua turned her gaze away and continued walking forward.
“Understood, Miss Ye.” Only after Ye Shaohua stopped paying attention to him did Yun Meng look away.
He turned to Yimao, at a loss for words.
So this was why Yimao and Wumao had invited them to walk together earlier. No wonder! If Ye Shaohua, someone at that level, said it was dangerous, then had they not run into Ye Shaohua’s group, the most likely outcome would have been casualties here.
Thinking about this sent a cold shiver down his spine.
“Captain,” one of Group B’s members said, looking at Yun Meng with a complicated expression. “It seems Miss Murong and the others were heading from north to south…”
Yun Meng heard this but didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
Truth be told, even without this situation involving Ye Shaohua, Yun Meng’s opinion of Murong Qiyue and her group had already soured.
Yun Mu had always emphasized that Group B had serious issues with their mindset—they didn’t value human life. But he hadn’t expected it to be this severe.
If Murong Qiyue had at least given them a warning, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a predicament. And if they hadn’t run into Wumao and the others today, they might have lost half their people.
Xu Anyuan, standing off to the side, wasn’t paying attention to their conversation. He walked in a daze.
Only one sentence echoed in his mind.
Their team leader had just called Ye Shaohua “Miss Ye”? So the “Miss Ye” they spoke of with such respect—the one who could refine elixirs—was actually Ye Shaohua?
