204: Yafei's understanding clothes

The clamor of Jiama Holy City gradually faded behind Mo Yuhan as he walked alone on the ancient road leading to Canaan Academy.

The moonlight, like a silken ribbon, stretched his solitary and lofty figure long. The Soul Fusion Pill recipe, pressed against his chest, carried a faint coolness—an imprint and weighty transaction left by Queen Medusa after her awakening.

Deep within him, that breathtaking scene replayed in his mind.

Seven-colored brilliance soared into the sky, and a figure, beautiful to the point of being demonic and majestic as a prison, coalesced within the light. When her narrow, icy purple eyes opened, it was as if time itself froze.

Queen Medusa stretched her proud body languidly, her gaze finally settling on Mo Yuhan, carrying an air of scrutiny and unquestionable authority.

"Soul Fusion Pill."

Her voice was like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, clear and direct, "This King needs it to completely merge with this newborn soul. You have the recipe; now, where is the Alchemist who can refine it?"

Mo Yuhan met her purple eyes, which were enough to make even a Dou Huang tremble, his expression calm and unruffled: "Your Majesty, rest assured. Now that the recipe is in hand, the pill is naturally not an issue.

My teacher, the chief Elder of Canaan Academy's Pharmacist Department, Fire Elder, is a genuine Sixth-Grade Alchemist. He should be able to refine the Soul Fusion Pill."

Queen Medusa's crimson lips curved slightly, revealing a captivating arc, but her gaze was sharp as a blade: "Very well. However, Mo Yuhan, there's no free lunch in this World.

You helped this King obtain the recipe and found someone to refine the pill for this King. Speak, what exchange do you desire?"

She took a graceful step closer, and the invisible pressure of a Dou Zong powerhouse bore down like a mountain, carrying a fatal allure.

The Xuan Huang Purple Flame within Mo Yuhan subtly circulated, resisting the suffocating pressure, but his eyes remained serene. He simply said calmly, "Your Majesty, I need you to… kill someone for me!"

"Who?"

"A beast who deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!"

Mo Yuhan's eyes flashed with cold light, and the dense killing intent almost solidified. "A despicable wretch who abuses his power to commit such disgusting and filthy deeds, treating women as mere playthings. His name is—Qian Xunji!"

"Qian Xunji?" Queen Medusa was puzzled; she hadn't heard of this person.

Her face remained impassive, but a hint of icy doubt flickered deep in her eyes.

Queen Medusa's delicate brows slightly raised, and a hint of surprise flashed in her purple eyes: "Who is this person? Why do you want to kill him?"

"Because of my aunt," Mo Yuhan's voice suddenly deepened, carrying bone-chilling coldness, "and also because I nearly perished at his hands.

Three years ago, Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, coveted my aunt Bibi Dong's position as Saintess and her person. He took advantage of her unpreparedness, intending to commit a beastly act.

If I hadn't fought to save her, my aunt… the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

He concisely recounted the thrilling rescue three years ago, how Bibi Dong was severely injured and lost all her cultivation, how he took her to escape the Douluo Continent, and later how he helped her recover her cultivation and ascend to Titled Douluo in the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

He only omitted the specific name of the Douluo Continent and the World differences, merely stating it was a powerful force from another distant Continent.

"...Therefore,"

Mo Yuhan raised his head, his gaze burning as he looked directly at Queen Medusa, "Qian Xunji is not only an enemy Your Majesty wishes to kill quickly, but also my sworn mortal enemy.

What he owes my aunt, what he owes me, must be repaid with blood. If Your Majesty can help me take his life, I, Mo Yuhan, will be eternally grateful!"

A brief silence fell in the room.

Queen Medusa gazed at the black-robed youth before her. The hatred and determination in his eyes were so pure and intense, resonating strongly with the emotions swirling within her.

A feeling of shared animosity quietly arose.

"Bibi Dong… your aunt…"

Queen Medusa murmured the name, and the coldness in her purple eyes seemed to melt slightly. "She is indeed a pitiful soul with a difficult fate.

Qian Xunji… hah, such scum, truly a cancerous growth wherever they are!"

Her gaze at Mo Yuhan lost some of its condescending scrutiny, gaining a few more points of recognition for a fellow traveler. "Very well. In that case, it's simple.

You first help this King refine the Soul Fusion Pill. Once this King's soul is completely stable and my power fully restored, I will accompany you to that Spirit Hall and personally pluck Qian Xunji's head, how about it?"

"It's a deal!" Mo Yuhan extended his palm.

Queen Medusa looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then extended her own hand, as fair as jade yet containing destructive power, and lightly struck Mo Yuhan's hand.

Clap!

A crisp sound of hands clapping echoed in Mo Yuhan's room, and a temporary alliance, forged by hatred and a common goal, was thus reached.

With a flash of light, Queen Medusa transformed back into the seven-colored small snake, Binding herself around Mo Yuhan's wrist, docile yet exuding an undeniable aura of power.

Jiama Holy City, top-floor private room of the Mittel Auction House.

The air was filled with the rich scent of roses, mingling with the intoxicating, unique fragrance of a woman.

Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the outside noise, leaving only the soft glow of the crystal lamp, rendering the room ambiguous and hazy.

Sister Ya Fei leaned languidly on a soft couch covered with a snow-white fur blanket. She wore a wine-red silk nightgown, its collar slightly open, revealing a section of exquisite collarbone, fairer than frost, and a hint of alluring cleavage.

The nightgown's hem had an extremely high slit, and her two long, rounded, flawless jade legs were casually crossed, gleaming with an ivory-like warmth in the soft light.

At this moment, she was playing with a translucent crystal cup filled with amber-colored wine, her eyes hazy, carrying a soul-stirring charm, gazing intently at Mo Yuhan, who sat opposite her.

"My little rascal… you've only been back a few days, and you're leaving again?"

Sister Ya Fei's voice carried a hint of languid huskiness, like a feather gently tickling one's heart, "Canaan Academy… are you in such a hurry to go back? Or is it that…"

Her eyes flickered, with a teasing smile, "Are you afraid that I, Jie, will… devour you completely and be unwilling to let you go?"

Mo Yuhan looked at the blooming Empire rose before him. Beneath her deliberately displayed allure, a hint of subtle reluctance was hidden.

He smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass from the table, and sat down by the couch: "Sister Ya Fei is joking. This trip to Canaan is for an important matter, concerning a promise and revenge."

He didn't elaborate on Queen Medusa and Qian Xunji, only saying that he was helping an important senior refine a pill and needed to settle a deep grudge.

Sister Ya Fei was incredibly intelligent. Seeing that he didn't wish to say more, she didn't press him, but the affection in her eyes deepened a few points.

"Revenge…"

Sister Ya Fei murmured softly, putting down her wine glass. Her soft, boneless body, like a water snake, pressed against him, bringing with it a warm fragrance, as she leaned on Mo Yuhan's shoulder.

Her crimson lips approached his ear, her breath like orchids, "Jie knows that you are not one to stay confined. Your heart holds the stars and the sea, and also a sea of blood vengeance.

Jie cannot help you too much, I only hope that you… take care of everything."

Her soft lips brushed against Mo Yuhan's earlobe, seemingly by chance, sending a subtle shiver through him.

Her slender fingers gently caressed his sharply defined profile, with tenderness and reluctance.

"Promise Jie, come back safely. No matter how long it takes, Jie will be here… waiting for you."

The last two words carried a lingering, romantic cadence, like the most enchanting love spell.