172: Yafei's proposal

Warm breath sprayed on his sensitive earlobe, bringing a heart-pounding tingling sensation.

Mo Yuhan felt his heart rate suddenly accelerate, and his blood seemed to rush to a certain place.

He subconsciously wanted to push her away, but his palm touched the smooth and delicate skin of her waist beneath her nightgown, and the astonishing sensation made him instantly retract his hand as if electrocuted.

“Giggle, giggle, giggle…”

Sister Ya Fei let out a string of joyful giggles, her body trembling, and her full chest rose and fell dramatically under the thin nightgown, tracing breathtaking curves.

She seemed to enjoy Mo Yuhan's rare embarrassment and wavering. “Little guy, you’re still so easily teased~”

As she spoke, the arm wrapped around his neck tightened, her red lips almost touching his ear, her breath like orchids: “But… Older Sister likes to see you like this.”

Her lips brushed Mo Yuhan's earlobe, almost imperceptibly. The softness and warmth of that instant ignited a fuse.

Mo Yuhan's breathing hitched, and a rush of blood went straight to his head. He suddenly turned his head, his deep black eyes meeting Sister Ya Fei’s close, sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Their noses were almost touching, their breaths intertwined, and the air was filled with a thick, unresolvable ambiguity and a dangerous aura.

Sister Ya Fei also seemed not to have expected Mo Yuhan to suddenly “counterattack.” A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, immediately replaced by a stronger interest and a touch of anticipation. She did not back down; instead, she met his gaze, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes hazy, like a silent invitation.

Just as the flames of desire were about to spread, and Mo Yuhan was almost unable to control himself from kissing those tempting red lips—

Sister Ya Fei, like a cunning sprite, gently pushed his chest, skillfully slipped out of his embrace, and stepped back, creating distance.

Her face still held a captivating smile, but her eyes regained some clarity, with a hint of mischief and a cunning triumph: “Alright~ I won’t tease you anymore.

If I keep teasing, I’m afraid I’ll really ‘eat’ our future alchemy Great Master. The convention is imminent, and Older Sister doesn’t want you to be distracted.”

She adjusted the collar of her nightgown, which had slipped slightly. Although her allure was still subtly visible, that fatal temptation was slightly reined in.

She walked to the nearby wine cabinet, poured two glasses of amber liquid, handed one to Mo Yuhan, and elegantly took a sip herself, her expression becoming a little more serious.

“Let’s talk business.” Sister Ya Fei leaned against the wine cabinet, swirling her wine glass, her curves fully displayed, “Little guy, Older Sister knows you possess an unusual flame.”

Mo Yuhan took the wine glass, and the coldness of the glass calmed his somewhat feverish body.

Hearing Sister Ya Fei's words, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at her.

The fact that he possessed Xuan Huang Flame and Azure Lotus Core Flame was no longer a secret among the high-ranking members of Canaan Academy and a few others.

As for Sister Ya Fei, she only knew he had Xuan Huang Flame and Purple Flame.

“Don’t be nervous,”

Sister Ya Fei seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled charmingly, “Older Sister won’t harm you. This news, for some people, is priceless.”

She put down her wine glass and walked to Mo Yuhan, sitting next to him, though this time maintaining a relatively “safe” distance, but the sweet fragrance still lingered.

“Do you know the Old Master of the Nalan Family, Nalan Jie?” Sister Ya Fei asked.

Mo Yuhan nodded: “One of the ten strongest individuals in the Gama Empire, Marshal Lionheart Nalan Jie.”

He recalled Nalan Yanran, whom he had seen when he was in the Mo Family.

“He was poisoned by the Scorching Poison.”

Sister Ya Fei's voice lowered, carrying a hint of solemnity, “The poison from the fifth-tier magical beast, the Iron Mark Python, is extremely potent.

Even Great Master Gu He personally examined it and could only suppress it, not eradicate it.

The Scorching Poison has penetrated deep into his bones. The Old Master is currently relying on his profound Dou Qi of the Dou King level to endure, but the situation is getting worse. When it acts up, the pain is unbearable, and his cultivation is also being eroded and regressing by the poison.”

Sister Ya Fei looked into Mo Yuhan’s eyes and said, word by word: “An unusual flame is the only hope to remove the Scorching Poison, Great Master Gu He said so himself!”

Mo Yuhan's heart stirred.

He had indeed heard of the Scorching Poison of the Iron Mark Python in the original novel; it was indeed incredibly potent, like a maggot clinging to bone, extremely difficult to remove once it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Unusual flames, being extremely yang and fierce, were precisely the bane of such cold and virulent poisons.

“The Nalan Family has offered a sky-high reward, seeking the help of a master with an unusual flame.”

Sister Ya Fei continued, her eyes gleaming with a businesswoman’s shrewdness, “The rewards are extremely generous, including a scroll of high-tier Xuan-rank Dou Skills, a fifth-tier wood-attribute magical core, and several extremely rare high-tier medicinal ingredients treasured by the Nalan Family, such as the Seven Illusory Azure Spirit Saliva.

More importantly, you can gain an enormous favor from the Nalan Family. You should know what Marshal Lionheart’s favor means in the Gama Empire.”

She leaned closer to Mo Yuhan, her voice laced with temptation: “Little guy, you have an unusual flame; this is your capital. Older Sister thinks this is an opportunity.

You can save a life, accumulate good karma, and also gain tangible benefits.

The Nalan Family is currently one of the three great families of Gama, with a stable position. This favor will greatly benefit your future development in the Empire. And…”

She paused, a profound meaning in her beautiful eyes, “That Eldest Miss of the Nalan Family, Nalan Yanran, is the personal disciple of the Yunlan Sect’s Sect Master. She is peerlessly beautiful and highly talented. If you can save her grandfather, this relationship… Hehe.”

Sister Ya Fei’s words were not fully spoken, but the implications were self-evident.

She was paving the way for Mo Yuhan and subtly using his abilities to expand the Mittel Family’s connections, as Mo Yuhan was the young man she cared about.

Mo Yuhan remained silent, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the cold wine glass.

In his mind, the clear and moon-like, slender white figure he had seen at the Mo Family appeared—Nalan Yanran.

Save her, or not save her?

The unusual flame was one of his trump cards, and exposing it might attract unnecessary trouble.

But Sister Ya Fei’s analysis was correct; this was indeed a huge opportunity.

The rewards were generous, the favor priceless, and… he indeed had the confidence to remove the Scorching Poison.

The combined power of the Azure Lotus Core Flame and Xuan Huang Flame would have a miraculous effect on such deep-seated yin poison.

More importantly, he remembered Medusa.

The Soul Fusion Pill formula was one of his goals, but if he could additionally gain the Nalan Family’s favor and resources, perhaps it would also be a help for him to acquire the formula and even potentially deal with Medusa in the future?

Having an extra bargaining chip was always good.

After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Mo Yuhan looked up, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: “Sister Ya Fei, please help me contact the Nalan Family. I am willing to try.”

Sister Ya Fei’s face bloomed with a bright smile, like spring flowers in full bloom.

She reached out her hand, this time not to tease, but with approval and encouragement, gently patting Mo Yuhan’s hand: “Good! Older Sister knew you had courage and even more ability! I’ll arrange it right away! Don’t worry, Older Sister will ‘look after’ you throughout the process.”

She deliberately emphasized the words “look after,” and her eyes, as they moved, were full of charm.