185: Adjournment

Just then, Jia Xingtian seemed to recall something, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below like a searchlight, quickly spotting Yan Xiao (Xiao Yan) standing in the shadowy corner, his back bearing a massive black ruler, his aura as deep and restrained as an ancient well.

He remembered Princess Yao Yue mentioning that this Yan Xiao had also scored high in the Alchemist Guild's internal test, and seemed to be from Black Rock City, just like Mo Yuhan?

"Oh? Little Friend Yan Xiao is here too?"

Jia Xingtian's gaze turned to Xiao Yan, his tone amiable, with a hint of inquiry, "Haha, Black Rock City truly is a place of outstanding talents and spiritual beauty; to be able to cultivate two such brilliant young prodigies at once!"

His words seemed like praise, but in reality, they carried a hint of testing, wanting to see the relationship between these two.

Xiao Yan cursed "Old Fox" inwardly, but on the surface, he dared not be negligent, immediately bowing respectfully, his voice disguised as hoarse and low:

"Elder Jia overpraises. Black Rock City is a small place; for someone like Brother Mo to emerge is truly an anomaly. Yan Xiao's meager skills dare not compare to Brother Mo's."

However, his heart was churning. Mo Yuhan's brilliance, like the scorching sun, cast an unprecedented immense pressure and shadow over him.

Yao Lao's solemn voice also rang out urgently in his mind: "This child has already matured, hisShow off your talents. At the convention, you must go all out, without the slightest reservation."

Mo Yuhan also looked at Xiao Yan, following Jia Xingtian's gaze.

Their gazes briefly met in the air; beneath the calm surface, undercurrents surged.

Fellow townsman? Opponent? Or… a fated enemy?

Everything would be revealed tomorrow at the highly anticipated Alchemist Convention.

The night breeze grew cooler, carrying the fresh scent of plants from the royal garden.

This gathering, which began with two Dou Emperors reminiscing, concluded as Jia Xingtian amiably dispersed the crowd.

"Alright, it's getting late. Little Yue'er, take everyone back."

Jia Xingtian waved to Princess Yao Yue, then turned his gaze to Mo Yuhan, his tone carrying clear anticipation, "Young Friend Mo, tomorrow's Alchemist Convention, this old man will certainly attend personally, looking forward to your splendid performance."

Everyone respectfully bowed and withdrew to the two Dou Emperors in the air.

Mo Yuhan lowered his head, looking at Ya Fei, who was smiling sweetly in his arms, her eyes flowing with charm, then glanced at the dimly lit Nalan Mansion in the distance below, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

His arm around Ya Fei's waist tightened slightly.

"Sister Ya Fei, hold on tight."

Ya Fei hadn't fully reacted to the meaning of his words when she felt her waist suddenly tighten, a powerful force firmly binding her.

"Chirp—!!!"

A clear sound, like tearing silk or surging energy, suddenly rang out!

A pair of dazzling, breathtakingly magnificent cyan-yellow energy wings suddenly shot out from Mo Yuhan's back.

The wings were entirely condensed from pure, robust deep-purple Dou Qi, their edges burning with faint purple flames like scattered stardust, with a wingspan of three zhang wide.

Every feather was clearly visible, shimmering with colorful light, spreading out in the night sky, exuding a mysterious, noble, and powerful aura.

Purple Cloud Wings!

"Ah!" Ya Fei was caught off guard and cried out in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping tightly around Mo Yuhan's neck, her entire body hanging on him like a koala, her fiery red dress skirt fluttering in the night wind.

Mo Yuhan lightly tapped his foot on the eaves of the pavilion, carrying Ya Fei's soft, boneless body, and soared into the sky amidst Ya Fei's surprised cries and the countless gazes below, which suddenly froze and were filled with extreme shock.

The exquisitely magnificent purple energy wings gently flapped, stirring up a faint but strong airflow.

Mo Yuhan, holding Ya Fei, whose face was full of surprise, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement and thrill, flew like the most dazzling and romantic purple meteor in the night sky, tracing an elegant and swift, brilliant arc towards the direction of the Mittel Family estate.

In the night sky, only Ya Fei's string of joyful laughter, like silver bells, filled with surprise and endless charm, echoed like celestial music, lingering long in the silent night:

"Giggle giggle… I'm flying! Yu Han, Younger Brother… you're amazing! Older Sister loves you to death!"

Below, the crowd who had just been preparing to leave froze completely, as if under a petrification spell, their heads tilted back, staring dumbfounded at the unforgettable purple streaking light that rapidly disappeared into the deep night.

"Dou… Dou Qi Transformation into Wings?!"

"Idiot, that should be a Flying Dou Skills, and it should be a Flying Dou Skills of no low rank!!"

"Oh my heavens! He… how many more trump cards does he have unrevealed?!"

"Peak Three-Star Da Dou Shi! Second-Rank Alchemist, possessing an exotic flame, crippled a Dou Shi Peak with one palm! Now… he also has such magnificent and powerful Flying Dou Skills?!"

"Monster! This is absolutely a monster appearing in the world!!"

Exclamations, gasps, and incredulous shouts rose and fell, converging into a sea of shock.

Even Jia Xingtian and Hai Bodong, the two knowledgeable Dou Emperor powerhouses in the air, had completely lost their composure at this moment.

Jia Xingtian's snow-white long beard was sticking up high, his eyes wide and round, pointing in the direction Mo Yuhan disappeared, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence:

"Fly… Flying Dou Skills?! And such high-rank Dou Qi wings?! This boy… this boy…"

He felt that his century of understanding had been completely subverted and crushed by that black-robed youth at this moment.

This Mo Yuhan was simply a mobile, unfathomable legendary treasure.

Hai Bodong's perpetually icy, stern face was now covered with an unprecedented solemnity and deep disbelief.

He knew very well the rarity and preciousness of Flying Dou Skills.

The entire Northwest Continent could barely find a few.

Not to mention such magnificent, powerful, and profound wings.

This was definitely not an ordinary Flying Dou Skills.

The depths behind this boy were even more unfathomable than he had imagined! The secrets he carried were probably enough to shake the entire continent.

Nalan Yanran stood quietly at the edge of the pavilion, the night breeze rustling her moon-white palace dress and black hair.

She gazed up at the purple glow disappearing into the end of the night sky, and for the first time, that tall figure flying away with another woman was so clearly reflected in her clear, cold eyes.

That figure, carrying unparalleled power and freedom, cast an indelible ripple in her frozen heart.

Complex and inexplicable emotions quietly began to grow.

Liu Ling's face, on the other hand, was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, piercing the skin without him even noticing.

Every time Mo Yuhan revealed something, it was like an invisible slap, fiercely striking his pride and self-esteem, which he was so proud of, and jealousy gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Xiao Yan (Yan Xiao)'s figure, hidden in the shadows of the crowd, trembled slightly, his fists clenched under his black robe, knuckles white from excessive force.

…He actually has Flying Dou Skills too?!

And it looks to be of extremely high rank.

Yao Lao's extremely solemn voice rang in his mind, carrying an unprecedented warning: "This child… his luck defies the heavens, and his opportunities are terrifyingly profound.

Little Yanzi, at the convention, when facing him, you must not underestimate him in the slightest! You must go all out, reveal all your trump cards! Otherwise… the Soul Fusion Pill formula will be in danger!"

Little Princess Princess Yao Yue stood rooted to the spot, her small face tilted up, gazing at the already empty night sky, her small hand unconsciously covering her slightly open mouth, her amethyst-like eyes filled with loss, shock, frustration, and a hint of… longing and bewilderment that she herself had not even noticed.

"Peak Three-Star Da Dou Shi… Second-Rank Alchemist… exotic flame… Flying Dou Skills…"

She repeated softly, each word like a small hammer striking her heart, her small face full of regret and dejection, "How stupid… how blind was I… back then…"

The night of the Imperial Capital was destined to be restless because of the name Mo Yuhan.

The curtain of the Alchemist Convention had not yet officially opened, but the name of an unparalleled prodigy, who had emerged out of nowhere and gathered thousands of lights upon himself, had already, accompanied by the magnificent trajectory of the Purple Cloud Wings tearing through the night sky, swept through and resounded in every corner of the entire Jiama Holy City like the swiftest hurricane.

Countless forces were shaken, and countless gazes focused on tomorrow's convention venue.

A new legend was rising from the night sky of this Imperial Capital!