179: Liu Ling

She wore a fiery, blood-red, off-shoulder, floor-length gown made of the finest silk, boldly and precisely cut to outline her captivating figure, a masterpiece of creation, in a breathtaking manner.

Her snow-white shoulders were as round as jade, and her delicate collarbones cast alluring shadows under the lights.

The deep V-neckline perfectly displayed a suffocatingly full cleavage, yet cleverly maintained the ultimate line of temptation.

Her slender waist was impossibly narrow, and the high-slit design of the skirt, as she moved with light steps, revealed glimpses of her long, graceful legs encased in almost transparent, top-grade crystal stockings, each step creating a heart-pounding curve.

She wore crystal high heels embedded with tiny rubies, which further enhanced her tall and graceful posture, swaying enchantingly.

At this moment, she was holding a glass of blood-red wine, leaning languidly against a carved corridor pillar, chatting and laughing with several well-known wealthy merchants and tycoons from the Empire's capital.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes sparkled, and wherever her gaze fell, both men and women felt their hearts stir.

Every gesture, every smile, every movement of hers exuded a Charm that captivated all, like a poppy blooming in the dark, dangerous yet irresistibly alluring.

It seemed to be a mysterious telepathic connection, or perhaps Mo Yuhan's unique and familiar aura had entered her Domain of perception.

Sister Ya Fei suddenly turned around, her soul-capturing peach blossom eyes instantly pierced through the noisy crowd, precisely locking onto the handsome figure in the black robe at the entrance.

Her red lips immediately curved into a smile that could dim the stars, a smile filled with undisguised surprise, fervent affection, and a strong sense of possessiveness, almost like a declaration of sovereignty.

She put down her wine glass with elegant and swift movements, like a fiery sprite gliding across a dance floor.

Her fiery red gown traced a dazzling arc under the brilliant lights, parting the crowd, ignoring countless gazes of admiration, infatuation, and jealousy around her, and walked quickly towards Mo Yuhan, her goal clear, her posture assertive.

"Yu Han, Younger Brother~"

A call as sweet as honey, with a unique, bone-softening, coquettish trailing note, instantly drowned out the surrounding noise, drawing the focus of a large portion of the audience.

Under countless gazes—some admiring her beauty, some envying Mo Yuhan's luck with women, and even those from the Mu family, Liu Ling, and others filled with jealousy and hostility—

Sister Ya Fei naturally extended her jade arm, intimately and assertively linking Mo Yuhan's arm like a vine.

The astonishing fullness and softness, separated by thin fabric, clearly conveyed surprising elasticity and warmth, pressing tightly against his arm.

A rich, sweet, unique body fragrance, a blend of top-grade spices and the scent of desire, instantly enveloped and Binding him gently.

She slightly raised her snow-white, delicate chin, subtly gesturing towards the entire magnificent, star-studded hall, and leaned her red lips close to Mo Yuhan's ear, her breath like orchids.

Her warm breath carried a hint of triumph and showmanship, clearly entering his ear:

"See? The recovery of Nalan Jie is a major event that has shaken the entire Gama Empire. Everyone sitting here tonight, apart from our Mittel Family, are truly important figures in Jiama Holy City who can make the ground tremble with a stomp."

As she spoke, the corner of her eye, with a half-smile and a hint of imperceptible challenge, swept over Nalan Yanran, who was about to lead the way.

Nalan Yanran watched Sister Ya Fei, who was almost entirely draped over Mo Yuhan, proclaiming absolute sovereignty with an intimate posture like a dodder vine Binding a large tree.

In the depths of her clear, cold eyes, a tiny ripple, faint but real, suddenly appeared, as if a small stone had been thrown into a calm, icy pool.

This ripple seemed to melt a tiny crack in the layer of frost, which was then immediately covered by an even deeper chill.

Her slender jade fingers, holding the crystal wine glass, tightened imperceptibly for a moment, the knuckles turning faintly white.

Then, she quickly relaxed, reverting to her cold, aloof, and unblemished appearance, like a fairy from the moon palace.

However, her originally clear voice now sounded even fainter than before, carrying a sense of detachment that kept people at a distance: "Sister Ya Fei, Young Master Mo, Grandfather has taken his seat at the head table. Please come this way."

Mo Yuhan clearly felt the astonishing sensation on his arm and the familiar, rich, sweet fragrance from Sister Ya Fei that could instantly ignite a man's desire.

The floodgates of memory burst open; that night in the Mittel Auction House's private room, the extreme entanglement and wild demands in the darkness, the blood-pounding gasps and moans, rushed through his mind like a playback.

His ears involuntarily flushed slightly.

Sister Ya Fei had obviously thought of the same thing; her captivating peach blossom eyes sparkled with an uncontainable desire and a mischievous smile, and her jade fingers, which were linked to his arm, deliberately and teasingly lightly traced the most sensitive part of his inner arm.

On the other side.

Liu Ling, the favored disciple of Pill King Gu He, was the most outstanding Alchemist among the younger generation in the Empire's capital.

He wore an exquisitely tailored, pristine silver-white Alchemist robe, with complex golden pill cauldron patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, symbolizing his respectable status in the Alchemist Guild.

His handsome face bore his usual, impeccable, reserved smile as he conversed in low tones with several high-ranking noble ladies from the Empire's capital, his demeanor elegant and proper, truly the image of a refined young master of the world.

However, his gaze, like a precise eagle, occasionally drifted towards Nalan Yanran's direction, with admiration, a determined ambition, and a hint of imperceptible nervousness hidden deep within his eyes.

Liu Ling had always harbored deep apprehension towards Mo Yuhan.

First, there was the terrifying result of the internal test within the Alchemist Guild, followed by the astonishing rumor of him removing Nalan Jie's Brand Poison.

This made him view Mo Yuhan as a potential and powerful rival who could threaten his pursuit of Nalan Yanran, or even steal his thunder at the Alchemist Convention.

However, seeing Sister Ya Fei and Mo Yuhan so brazenly and openly intimate and entwined, the tightly strung chord in Liu Ling's heart actually relaxed slightly, and a subtle, imperceptible sneer curved his lips.

Sister Ya Fei?

Although beautiful, she was merely a pretty face. For Mo Yuhan to be entangled with such a woman, in Liu Ling's view, was simply self-degradation and self-destruction.

Such behavior would only make the proud and aloof Nalan Yanran despise him even more, unknowingly removing a formidable obstacle for himself.

He elegantly sipped the amber-colored fine wine in his glass, his schadenfreude almost overflowing from his eyes.