"From now on, you'll be responsible for collecting medicinal ingredients and handling sales.
But I can only give you thirty percent of the profit."
Xiao Yan's slender fingers tapped the table lightly as he took a sip of tea, his tone calm but tinged with a trace of helplessness.
Since part of the profit had to support the Xiao Clan, he had no choice but to allocate only a portion to her.
"Hehe... thirty percent is already a great fortune. If you gave me more, I'd feel guilty taking it."
Ya Fei shook her head with a faint, bitter smile.
According to Xiao Yan's arrangement, every month the Miteer Auction House would receive a thousand bottles each of three different first-grade pills, plus ten bottles of Foundation Elixir.
The profit from this alone would reach hundreds of thousands of gold coins per month.
Even thirty percent of that was a sum large enough to make anyone envious.
"I really can't understand why you treat me so well."
Ya Fei's soft voice carried a hint of confusion as her eyes met his.....those deep, clear eyes that always seemed to hide something unshakable.
"Hehe, maybe it's because... I value you."
Under the gentle glow of the crystal chandelier, Xiao Yan smiled faintly and reached out to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead.
His gaze remained calm, but behind that tranquility burned a quiet fire.
In his previous life, due to countless reasons, he had never truly expressed his feelings toward this woman.
For tens of thousands of years, their bond had remained a strange, untouchable connection.
But now, reborn anew, he would no longer allow fate to dictate his choices.
Yes, more women might mean more troubles.....but since when had Xiao Yan, the Flame Emperor, ever feared challenges?
From the moment he returned to this world, he had already vowed.....
This time, he would give each of them a true home.
"Remember this," he said softly, his hand gently caressing Ya Fei's flawless cheek. "You're worth it."
Before she could react, he turned and left with a faint smile.
Watching his retreating figure, Ya Fei's face flushed crimson.
"I really can't figure him out... he's just a twelve-year-old boy." She paused, then murmured with a soft laugh, "Though... he'll be thirteen soon, won't he?"
Only now did she realize that compared to half a year ago, the boy had already grown taller—his presence more steady, more commanding.
"When he's fully grown... will I still have the courage to resist him?"
As that thought crossed her mind, a helpless smile curved her lips.
She didn't notice that in her eyes—beneath the teasing and curiosity.....there now flickered a hint of warmth and tenderness.
When Xiao Yan returned to the Xiao estate after finishing his business, he found the normally quiet compound in a state of unusual excitement.
Curious, he grabbed a nearby clansman and asked, "What's going on?"
The man turned, clearly ready to scold whoever had pulled him, but the moment he saw the boy's familiar face, his expression shifted instantly.....replaced by flattery and delight.
"Young Clan Leader, you've come just in time!"
"Because of your unmatched talent, the Oba Clan has declared their loyalty! They wish to become a vassal under the Xiao Clan!"
"The patriarch has been looking for you everywhere!"
They're looking for me?"
Xiao Yan nodded slightly after hearing the report.
Although the Xiao Clan's current authority still lay with Xiao Zhan and the elders, Xiao Yan understood the truth better than anyone.
The reason the Oba Family had come crawling with such humble submission wasn't because of Xiao Zhan's personal charm.....it was because they feared Xiao Yan's growing talent and the terrifying background he had fabricated behind himself.
If they didn't hurry to pledge allegiance now, it wouldn't be long before the Oba Family shared the same fate as the exiled Galleo Clan.
Such matters might have felt strange or uncomfortable to the young Xiao Yan of the past.
But to the man who had once stood at the peak of the Great Thousand World for tens of thousands of years, this was simply routine.
"Take me there."
With a calm command, Xiao Yan followed the clan member to the Xiao Clan's main hall.
Inside, Xiao Zhan and several elders sat around a large table, their expressions calm as they sipped hot tea.
Yet between their brows, faint traces of hesitation lingered.
Across from them sat a plump middle-aged man whose body was layered with fat, showing none of the physique of a battle practitioner.
Beads of sweat rolled down his fleshy cheeks as he tried to maintain his composure.
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