166: News from the Imperial Capital Alchemist Guild

“This… this is too much trouble for Sister Ya Fei,” Mo Yuhan said, a bit surprised. This treatment clearly exceeded the standard for ordinary VIPs.

“What trouble?”

Sister Ya Fei rolled her eyes at him, full of charm. “Sister is willing, and besides…”

She suddenly leaned closer, her red lips almost touching Mo Yuhan’s cheek, her breath like orchids, carrying a hint of slyness and ambiguity. “Living closer to your sister, it’s more convenient for your sister to ‘take care’ of you, isn’t it?”

She deliberately emphasized the words “take care,” her eyes brimming with allure.

Mo Yuhan held the key, which still carried Sister Ya Fei’s warmth, feeling her close breath and alluring scent, and a ripple stirred in his heart again.

He smiled helplessly, “Sister Ya Fei’s ‘care,’ I’m afraid I’m not blessed enough to enjoy too much of it.”

“Hehehe…”

Sister Ya Fei let out a joyful giggle, like a cat that had successfully stolen a fish. “Don’t worry, your sister knows her limits. The Convention is approaching; I won’t really eat you up.”

She stepped back, her smile fading slightly, replaced by a hint of seriousness. “Alright, you go familiarize yourself with the place and get some good rest. Later, your sister will take you to a good place for dinner, and by the way… tell you about a few ‘Overlord Dragons’ to watch out for at this Convention.”

She left him with a captivating smile, swaying her graceful figure as she left the small building.

The sweet scent of her body and the lingering, heart-racing aftertaste seemed to still remain in the air.

Mo Yuhan stood in the warmly decorated living room, looking at the view of the Mittel Headquarters garden outside the window, feeling the texture of the key in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

His trip to the Imperial Capital, from the moment he stepped into the Mittel Headquarters, had been deeply imprinted with Sister Ya Fei’s mark.

Beneath the tender affection lay the step-by-step business acumen and the support of vast resources.

This “care” was both heartwarming and weighty, making him look forward to the upcoming Alchemist Convention with even more anticipation and determination.

In the following days, the atmosphere in the Imperial Capital felt like it was being roasted over a fire, with the temperature rising day by day.

Discussions about the Alchemist Convention had become the sole topic in every street and alley.

Giant promotional posters covered every main road, drawing countless people to stop and gaze up, eliciting gasps of admiration.

Under Sister Ya Fei’s “care,” Mo Yuhan was not overly disturbed by the outside clamor.

He spent most of his time in the secluded small building, immersed in consolidating and refining his alchemy skills.

Sister Ya Fei sent a large amount of information about the known participants of this Convention, especially the names marked as “strong rivals”: Liu Ling, the direct disciple of Pill King Gu He of the Yunlan Sect.

He is a Third-Rank Alchemist and currently the biggest favorite to win the championship.

There was also Princess Princess Yao Yue of the Imperial Family, a peak Second-Rank Alchemist and a highly accomplished disciple of Great Master Vice President Chemier, the Vice President.

And there was also the genius Yan Xiao, rumored to be secretly cultivated by the Black Rock City Alchemist Guild.

Of course, Mo Yuhan naturally knew that Yan Xiao was Xiao Yan.

Each name represented formidable strength and background that could not be underestimated.

This morning, Mo Yuhan decided to go to the Alchemist Guild Headquarters.

Firstly, to formally submit the final confirmation procedures required for the Convention registration and collect his participation credentials.

Secondly, he wanted to personally experience the atmosphere of the Guild Headquarters before the Convention, hoping to gain some more direct information.

The Alchemist Guild Headquarters is located on the west side of the Imperial Palace Plaza, directly opposite the magnificent Imperial Palace complex across the wide Royal Plaza.

Its architectural style is completely different from the solemn grandeur of the Imperial Palace and the opulent splendor of the Mittel Headquarters.

It is entirely constructed from a warm, milky-white jade, with smooth, rounded lines, shaped like a giant, warm medicine cauldron in the process of brewing pills.

On the body of the cauldron, countless magical runes symbolizing various medicinal herbs and flames are inlaid, shimmering with colorful light under the sun, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance and a peculiar energy fluctuation that calms the mind.

Above the Guild’s main entrance hung a massive emblem, cast from seven different colored metals—a medicine cauldron, flames, and Binding vines, symbolizing the supreme authority of alchemy.

At this moment, the plaza in front of the Guild Headquarters was already packed with people.

Alchemists from all over the Empire, and even other countries, had gathered here.

Most of them wore Alchemist robes representing their respective ranks, with shining emblems pinned to their chests, either conversing in low voices in groups of three or five, or meditating alone. The air was filled with an invisible competitive pressure and a rich medicinal aroma.

Discussions in various accents, greetings, and the shouts of Guild staff maintaining order intertwined, creating a buzzing, tumultuous scene.

Mo Yuhan wore simple black close-fitting attire and did not deliberately display his Alchemist emblem. Although a Second-Rank emblem was not particularly eye-catching in the crowd, his youth would easily draw frequent glances from others.

Therefore, he kept his Second-Rank Alchemist emblem in his storage ring.

He quietly moved through the crowd, walking towards the Guild’s magnificent jade stone gate.

At the entrance, Guild guards checked identities; only those wearing an Alchemist emblem or holding an invitation could enter.

Upon entering the Guild, the clamor immediately subsided significantly, but the atmosphere became even more solemn.

The interior space was incredibly vast, with a soaring dome painted with a grand star map and murals of countless rare medicinal herbs.

Soft light streamed down from the dome and the magic crystals embedded in the surrounding walls.

In the center of the massive circular hall was a gigantic display stand enclosed by transparent crystal, showcasing several medicine cauldrons emitting astonishing energy fluctuations and a few shimmering, high-grade pills, drawing countless Alchemists to stop and observe, their eyes filled with fervor and longing.

Around the hall were various sections: information desks, quest release areas, material trading areas, and ancient text perusal areas, among others, each with long queues and bustling activity.

Mo Yuhan walked directly towards the area on one side of the hall marked “Convention Registration Confirmation.”

The queue here was relatively shorter, but those in line had at least a two-wave emblem, indicating a Second-Rank Alchemist, and many even had three-wave emblems, signifying Third-Rank Alchemists!

Each one exuded an extraordinary demeanor, with eyes full of confidence and arrogance.

Mo Yuhan quietly stood at the end of the queue.

His youth and understated presence seemed somewhat out of place among the surrounding group of Alchemists, most of whom were over twenty, or even thirty or forty years old.

Many Alchemists ahead of him glanced back, and upon seeing his young face, most showed a hint of disdain or indifference, simply assuming he was an attendant or apprentice brought by some important figure.

The queue moved slowly forward.

Mo Yuhan was not impatient, his gaze calmly surveying the Guild’s interior, feeling the rich alchemical cultural heritage within.

“Hey! You in front, hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Can’t you see how many people are waiting behind you?”

A slightly impatient young voice sounded from Mo Yuhan’s front-side, carrying a tone of condescension.

Mo Yuhan looked in the direction of the voice.