205: Queen Medusa wants to melt the elixir

Mo Yuhan’s heart stirred. He turned his head, his gaze meeting Ya Fei’s eyes, which seemed to hold a myriad of charms. His reflection was clearly mirrored within them, filled with undisguised affection, worry, and a fervent invitation.

All the sorrow of parting, in the face of such direct and intense emotion, seemed to transform into sparks igniting dry tinder.

He said nothing, only lowered his head and precisely captured those two alluring red lips.

“Mmm…”

Ya Fei let out a satisfied moan, responding passionately. This kiss, unlike the naive impulsiveness of the young Princess Yao Yue, was filled with the skill and soul-stirring allure of a mature woman, carrying the abandon of farewell and the intensity of a final embrace.

On the soft couch, the wine-red silk nightgown, like blooming petals, silently slipped down, pooling around her slender ankles.

Her perfect body, like white jade, was now completely uncovered, its breathtaking curves rising and falling in the dim light.

Mo Yuhan’s black robes also fell to the ground, one by one.

There were no superfluous words, only hurried breaths and suppressed moans echoing within the private room.

Ya Fei’s fingertips dug deep into Mo Yuhan’s firm back, like vines Binding a large tree, her ten painted nails leaving faint red marks on his bronzed skin.

Her slender legs tightly wrapped around his waist, each reciprocation carrying a maddening rhythm and force.

Sweat mingled, breaths intertwined.

Ya Fei was like a rose blooming to its fullest in a storm, unleashing her allure and passion to the utmost, as if wanting to merge her entire being into his very bones and blood.

She called his name in his ear, lost in passion, her voice broken andflirtatious, expressing the most primal love and reluctance.

This intense, lingering intimacy had nothing to do with power or transactions; it was solely about the most fervent emotional release and soul-soothing before parting.

When the storm finally subsided, Ya Fei lay on Mo Yuhan’s sweaty chest like a languid cat, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles over his heart.

Mo Yuhan gently stroked her silken smooth back, feeling that ultimate softness and dependence.

“Go…”

Ya Fei’s voice was hoarse and satisfied after their passion, and also carried a hint of relief, “Go do what you must. Here, Elder Sister will always have a lamp lit and a pot of wine waiting for you.”

Mo Yuhan lowered his head and pressed a solemn kiss on her smooth forehead: “Wait for me to return.”

He rose and dressed neatly.

Ya Fei, wrapped in a thin blanket, leaned on the couch, watching his tall, spear-like figure disappear through the private room’s doorway. Her eyes were devoid of coquetry, leaving only deep affection and blessings.

Outside the Mittel Auction House, the night was deep.

As Mo Yuhan stepped out of the main entrance, his keen Soul Power sensed a complex gaze from a distant street corner.

It was Nalan Yanran.

She had been standing there for who knew how long, her simple dress appearing somewhat thin in the night wind.

From afar, she watched Mo Yuhan emerge from the auction house, saw the lingering enchanting aura about him, and noticed the iridescent colorful snake bracelet on his wrist, still shimmering in the night.

Her eyes were a mix of loss, dejection, and a hint of self-mocking understanding.

Mo Yuhan paused slightly, his gaze calmly meeting hers across the distance for a moment.

There were no words, no explanations.

Nalan Yanran tugged at the corner of her mouth, seemingly trying to force a smile, but ultimately failed.

She took one last deep look at Mo Yuhan, as if to engrave his figure into her heart, then resolutely turned and her solitary figure quickly disappeared into the blurred lights of Holy City.

Mo Yuhan withdrew his gaze. The colorful snake on his wrist seemed to stir slightly, and a nearly inaudible hum from Queen Medusa came through.

He no longer lingered. His figure moved slightly, as if merging into the night, and he sped towards Canaan Academy.

Deep within the Pharmacist Department of Canaan Academy, in the secret alchemy room where earth fire surged.

The air was so hot it distorted, and a rich medicinal fragrance, mixed with violent fire-attribute energy, formed visible hazy currents.

A giant medicine cauldron floated above the surging earth fire vent. The cauldron body was crimson, inscribed with complex flame runes, emitting astonishing heat and spiritual fluctuations.

Fire Elder’s hair and beard were disheveled. His usually benevolent face was now incredibly solemn, his eyes gleaming sharply, fixed intently on the churning, color-shifting viscous medicinal liquid within the cauldron.

His hands moved like dancing butterflies, so fast that only afterimages remained. Pure, powerful Dou Qi hand seals, carrying a unique flame rhythm, rained down into the medicine cauldron, precisely controlling every subtle energy change and medicinal fusion within the cauldron.

Sweat had long soaked his Elder robe, only to be instantly evaporated by the high temperature, leaving white salt stains.

His Soul Power was highly concentrated, his Soul Power penetrating every molecule of the medicinal liquid like the most precise probe.

Mo Yuhan stood silently in the shadows of the secret hall’s corner, like a silent sculpture.

He had restrained all his aura, avoiding disturbing his teacher. His gaze was also locked on the medicine cauldron, the Xuan Huang Purple Flame quietly flowing within his body, ready to respond to any potential accidents.

On his wrist, the colorful snake was coiled, and Queen Medusa’s consciousness also passed through the snake body, nervously observing this crucial refinement that would determine her soul fusion.

The refinement had already lasted for three days and three nights.

The medicinal liquid within the cauldron, under the violent earth fire and Fire Elder’s exquisite fire control techniques, had gradually settled and condensed from its initial chaotic mixture of colors into a deep, pure purple-gold.

An indescribably strange fluctuation permeated from within the cauldron, carrying the profound aura of soothing souls and merging all things. The air in the secret hall seemed to become thick and heavy.

“Pill Condensation!”

Fire Elder suddenly let out a furious roar, like a clap of thunder.

The speed of his hand seals instantly reached its peak. Dazzling flame Dou Qi burst forth from between his fingers, transforming into countless dense flame chains that plunged into the medicine cauldron.

Boom!

The purple-gold medicinal liquid within the cauldron instantly boiled and contracted.

Violent energy, like a forcibly compressed bomb, frantically impacted the cauldron walls, emitting a dull, thunderous roar.

The entire secret hall trembled slightly, and the flames erupting from the earth fire vent dimmed for a moment.

Fire Elder’s face flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly enduring immense pressure.

He gritted his teeth, his Soul Power pouring out without reservation, firmly suppressing the violent pill-condensing force within the cauldron.

Time seemed to freeze.

After an unknown period, the violent impact finally slowly subsided. The dazzling light within the cauldron also gradually retracted.

Fire Elder let out a long, weary, yet ecstatic breath of turbid air, changed his hand seals, and suddenly pulled upwards.

“Pill Formed! Rise!”

Buzz!

The medicine cauldron emitted a clear hum!

The cauldron lid opened with a bang!

In an instant, a dazzling purple-gold light pillar shot up into the sky! Within the light pillar, a pill the size of a longan, perfectly round, and with a deep color like a purple-gold star, slowly floated out!

On the surface of the pill, a naturally inscribed, incredibly profound silver pill pattern slowly flowed like a living thing.

An extremely rich and peculiar pill fragrance instantly filled the entire secret hall, even penetrating the restrictions and spreading above the Pharmacist Department.