175: Night attack

The night was as black as ink, deeply permeating the white building covered in green vines, nestled deep within the Mittel Family headquarters.

The daytime clamor had completely quieted down, leaving only the faint, persistent chirping of unknown summer insects in the garden's grass.

Mo Yuhan sat cross-legged in the center of the alchemy quiet room on the second floor, surrounded by neatly categorized medicinal ingredients. The air was filled with a complex aroma, a blend of the fresh and bitter scents unique to herbs.

Before him, an ancient, dark-red medicinal cauldron floated three feet above the ground. Subtle, profound runes faintly swirled across its body, emitting a steady energy fluctuation.

Inside the cauldron, the deep-blue Azure Lotus Core Flame danced obediently, enveloping and refining several oddly shaped herbs. Traces of impurities were precisely stripped away and incinerated, leaving only the purest medicinal essence, which slowly merged under the flame's control.

Mo Yuhan's eyes were tightly closed, his powerful Soul Power, like an invisible, intricate network, permeated every thread into the cauldron, sensing every subtle change in the flame's temperature, guiding the most minute fusion trajectory of the medicinal essence.

Sweat trickled down his chiseled jawline, dripping onto the meditation cushion beneath him, spreading dark stains.

This was the “Runmai Sheng Gu Dan,” a nourishing pill prepared for Nalan Jie's subsequent detoxification. It was a peak-grade Tier 3 pill, arguably even a Tier 4 pill.

The refining process demanded extremely stringent control over heat and Soul Power, allowing no room for distraction.

The night deepened.

The heavy, carved wooden door of the quiet room was silently pushed open a crack by a slender hand adorned with wine-red nail polish.

A sweet fragrance, as rich as ripe peaches, quietly blended into the room's medicinal scent, carrying a hint of languor, a hint of aggression.

Ya Fei stood at the doorway, loosely draped only in a thin, cicada-wing-light, pale purple silk nightgown. The smooth fabric outlined her breathtaking curves.

A few strands of damp dark hair fell onto her smooth shoulder. The nightgown's tie was clearly just casually fastened, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and delicate collarbone at the neckline, gleaming with a moist luster under the soft magical lamplight in the room.

The hem of the nightgown barely covered her thighs, and her long, straight legs were encased in nearly transparent black crystal stockings. Her bare feet trod on the cool floor, the wine-red on her toenails appearing exceptionally Charm in the dim light.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes were now fixed intently on the figure concentrating on alchemy in the center of the quiet room.

The firelight illuminated his young yet steady profile. Sweat outlined his firm muscle lines, and his focused expression held a fatal attraction.

Ya Fei's rosy lips slowly curved into a captivating smile. Her eyes intertwined with admiration and possessiveness, along with a near-predatory excitement.

Like the most elegant and dangerous feline in the dark night, she stepped barefoot on the cool floor, making no sound, approaching step by step.

Her rich body fragrance, like an invisible net, grew thicker and thicker as she approached, almost completely enveloping Mo Yuhan.

“Little one…”

A lazy, alluring whisper, so deep it reached his bones, carried warm breath, brushing against Mo Yuhan's sensitive earlobe like a feather.

Immersed in his alchemy state, Mo Yuhan's mind suddenly tensed, and his Soul Power instantly experienced an extremely subtle fluctuation.

“Hiss––!”

Inside the cauldron, the originally stable medicinal essence suddenly became chaotic. The deep-blue Azure Lotus Core Flame seemed to be stirred by some invisible force, its flame “whoosh”ing upwards a section, and the temperature sharply rose! A burnt smell immediately permeated the air.

All efforts wasted!

Mo Yuhan abruptly opened his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing them, which was immediately replaced by the astonishing heat and rich fragrance that was so close behind him, almost touching his back.

He spun around abruptly.

What met his gaze was Ya Fei's exquisite face, so close, capable of making any man instantly lose himself.

Her sparkling peach blossom eyes were filled with mischievous amusement and undisguised aggression. Her red lips were slightly parted, her breath like orchids.

The thin nightgown could not conceal her proud peaks; as she leaned forward, a breathtaking expanse of fair skin seemed almost ready to spill out. The black stockings tightly embracing her legs gleamed with an alluring matte finish under the firelight.

“Sister Ya Fei?” Mo Yuhan's voice was a bit tight, his Adam's apple unconsciously bobbing. “How did you…”

“How? Can't Older Sister come to see you?”

Ya Fei chuckled, interrupting him, her slender fingers, warm to the touch, very naturally caressing his chest, which was slightly damp with sweat from alchemy.

Her fingertips, as if carrying tiny currents, slowly glided over his firm muscle lines, finally resting on his heart, feeling its suddenly accelerated beat.

“During the day, there are too many eyes and ears, and Older Sister is a bit shy… So I had to wait until the dead of night to properly ‘inspect’ how my Yu Han, Younger Brother's… ‘fire control technique’ has progressed, hmm?”

Her voice was extremely low, carrying an ambiguous whisper like lovers' secrets. Every word was like a tiny hook, teasing Mo Yuhan's taut nerves.

The chest muscles beneath her fingertips instantly tensed, and the temperature rapidly climbed.

Mo Yuhan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself: “Sister Ya Fei, stop messing around. The pill…”

“The pill?”

Ya Fei's red lips pouted slightly, with a hint of wronged coquettishness, but her eyes became even more Charm and alluring. “If it exploded, it exploded… Just refine it again. Right now…”

Her body pressed even closer, her full softness clearly pressing against his arm through the thin fabric. Her other hand boldly wrapped around his neck, and her red lips approached his ear.

Her warm breath, carrying a rich sweetness, directly entered his ear canal, “Older Sister wants to inspect something else…”

That magical whisper and the tingling sensation on his earlobe were like lighting the final fuse.

Mo Yuhan felt a surge of hot blood rush from below straight to his head. All his rationality wavered under Ya Fei'sFairy-like aggressive advance.

His deep eyes instantly darkened, swirling with thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time.

Ya Fei clearly felt the changes in his body and the shift in his gaze. The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, carrying a triumphant cunning.

She no longer gave him any chance to think or refuse. The arm wrapped around his neck suddenly pulled down with force.

“Mm…”

Mo Yuhan felt an irresistible force, mixed with that fatal temptation. All his will to resist completely crumbled at this moment.

His body was pulled backward by Ya Fei. Entangled, they fell onto the soft resting couch in the corner of the quiet room, which was covered with thick, soft animal furs.

The deep-blue Azure Lotus Core Flame, having lost its master's precise control, jumped discontentedly a few times within the medicinal cauldron before finally slowly extinguishing, leaving only a cauldron of charred waste and a room filled with an increasinglyRich, strange scent, a mixture of burnt and amorous desire.

Inside the quiet room, only the suddenly heavy and burning sounds of breathing remained, along with the faint rustling of fabric…