50: farewell

The next morning, at the back gate of the Mittel Auction House.

A luxurious carriage, pulled by two magnificent horned horses and bearing the emblem of the Mittel Family, was already prepared.

Mo Yuhan stood beside the carriage, carrying a simple travel bag.

"Young Master Yu Han!"

A crisp call, laced with urgency and deep reluctance, came from behind him.

Mo Yuhan turned his head.

Xiao Mei, holding up her skirt, came running over. The girl was wearing a new light pink dress today, which made her skin appear even fairer and more delicate.

Her dark hair was styled into two playful looped buns, tied with pink ribbons, gently swaying as she ran.

She ran in front of Mo Yuhan, slightly out of breath, her chest rising and falling. Her nascent curves were outlined by the form-fitting dress, creating a youthful yet captivating arc.

Her small face was flushed, glowing with a healthy blush from running and excitement, like a blooming peach blossom.

Her large, watery eyes were now filled with undisguised affection and the sadness of impending departure, and her long eyelashes seemed to be still damp with a touch of morning dew.

"Young Master Yu Han, you're going to Black Rock City and you didn't even say goodbye to me?" Xiao Mei's voice carried the unique innocent charm of a young girl and a hint of grievance, as her small hands unconsciously twisted the corner of her dress.

She had only learned this news from Xiao Zhan.

Mo Yuhan looked at the girl in front of him, who resembled a delicate porcelain doll, and nodded: "Yes, I'm going to Black Rock City to handle some matters. I'll be back soon."

Xiao Mei bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly pulled out something fragrant from her embrace and placed it into Mo Yuhan's hand. The silk handkerchief carried the girl's warmth and a faint, sweet scent.

"This… is for you."

Xiao Mei's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and her cheeks turned even redder, almost dripping with blood. "It's a sachet I made for you with my own hands."

She gathered her courage and looked up, her moist, large eyes fixed on Mo Yuhan, carrying the purest intentions of a young girl and a hint of pleading, "Please take it with you. If you get tired on the road… just smell it, okay?"

Mo Yuhan looked at the sachet in the silk handkerchief in his palm, still warm from the girl's body. It did look rather rough and not very refined, clearly indicating that Xiao Mei was not skilled in needlework.

Although the craftsmanship was so naive, the sentiment behind it…

His heart stirred slightly. He carefully put the sachet away, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "Thank you, Mei'er. I will use it."

Seeing him accept it, Xiao Mei's small face immediately bloomed into a brilliant smile, like the sun breaking through clouds, bright and captivating.

She was about to say something else when the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the ground came from behind her.

Sister Ya Fei had arrived.

Today, she was wearing an extremely form-fitting dark purple cheongsam. The color, like fine aged wine, accentuated her already voluptuous figure in a breathtaking way.

Beneath the high slit of the cheongsam, her two long, slender legs, encased in thin flesh-colored stockings, were faintly visible, each step carrying a natural rhythm.

Her fiery, wavy hair cascaded lazily over her shoulders, making her alluring and peerless face even more dazzling and incomparable.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes, with their flowing gaze, seemed to hold a spring current, now filled with undisguised admiration and a soft light of parting, resting on Mo Yuhan.

"Yu Han, Younger Brother, leaving already?"

Sister Ya Fei's voice was like honey-dipped silk, intoxicating to the bone.

She walked closer, and a unique scent, a blend of top-grade perfume and the natural fragrance of a mature woman, wafted towards him.

"Yes, Sister Ya Fei."

Mo Yuhan nodded slightly.

Sister Ya Fei's gaze swept over Xiao Mei, who stood beside them, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with wariness and reluctance. A knowing and mischievous smile played on Sister Ya Fei's red lips.

She extended her slender, jade-like hand, her fingertips painted with vibrant nail polish, and gently smoothed a non-existent wrinkle on Mo Yuhan's collar.

Her movements were naturally intimate; despite being only in her twenties, she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

"Black Rock City is not like Wutan City; it's much deeper there."

Sister Ya Fei leaned in slightly, her full bosom briefly glimpsed beneath the low-cut cheongsam collar, the snowy cleavage deep enough to suffocate any man.

She leaned close to Mo Yuhan's ear, her breath like orchids, her warm breath caressing the young man's earlobe, her voice lowered to a whisper, with a hint of alluring huskiness.

"Especially the Alchemist Guild; those old geezers have very sharp eyes. But… older sister believes in you; you'll definitely surprise them."

As she spoke, her other hand quietly slipped a warm, small brocade pouch, still carrying her body temperature, into Mo Yuhan's hand. "Inside is a gold card with some money saved, and also some magic cores. Perhaps you'll find them useful. Keep it close to you; don't refuse."

Mo Yuhan held the brocade pouch, still warm, his fingertips seemingly able to feel the smooth touch of Sister Ya Fei's skin.

The rich fragrance lingered in his nostrils, and her warm breath was in his ear. Even with his steady temperament, his heart couldn't help but beat faster, and his ears felt hot.

Just then, a hint of slyness and tenderness flashed in Sister Ya Fei's peach blossom eyes.

She suddenly raised her jade-like hand, her fair, slender, and painted fingertips gently cupping Mo Yuhan's cheek.

Under the young man's astonished gaze, and under Xiao Mei's suddenly widened eyes, Sister Ya Fei tilted her head slightly, her red lips, like the most delicate rose petals, with a warm and soft touch, lightly and incredibly suddenly pressed against Mo Yuhan's smooth forehead.

A soft kiss, carrying a rich, sweet fragrance.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Mo Yuhan only felt that warm, soft touch on his forehead instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current, his mind a blank.

Sister Ya Fei's mature and alluring scent completely enveloped him, that sensation… was both unfamiliar and thrilling.

Sister Ya Fei did not linger long.

A touch and then she pulled away.

She looked at the young man's instantly stiff body and the blush that quickly spread to his neck, as well as the rare fluster in his dark eyes. A satisfying smile that could charm all beings, mixed with mischief and a hint of imperceptible indulgence, curved her red lips.

Xiao Mei, standing by, was completely stunned.

"This is older sister's farewell gift to you."

She straightened up, her voice returning to its usual charm, but with an added touch of tenderness, "Have a safe journey, my little genius. Older sister will be waiting in Wutan City for the good news of your fame in Black Rock City."

After she finished speaking, she did not linger, turning and walking away with graceful sway, leaving behind only a lingering fragrance and a young man whose heart was swaying.

After Xiao Mei reacted, she watched with her mouth slightly agape, her eyes instantly turning red. Seeing the faint lip print on Mo Yuhan's forehead, she was both shy and angry. She stomped her foot and turned to run away as well.

Mo Yuhan stood in place for a long while before slowly raising his hand, his fingertips gently brushing the spot on his forehead where he had been kissed.

The soft, warm touch and rich fragrance seemed to still linger there.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable surging emotion in his heart, and carefully put away both the brocade pouch Sister Ya Fei had given him and the sachet Xiao Mei had given him.

He took one last look at the familiar window on the top floor of the Mittel Auction House, as if he could see that purple figure standing quietly.

Without further hesitation, he turned and deftly boarded the carriage.

"Go!"

With a light shout from the coachman, the horned horses started galloping, pulling the luxurious carriage, rolling over the bluestone road, speeding towards outside Wutan City, towards the wider and more unknown Black Rock City.

The wheels rolled, kicking up fine dust.

Mo Yuhan leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes to rest.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed the spot on his forehead that still seemed to carry a burning sensation—Sister Ya Fei's tender and alluring kiss, Xiao Mei's pure yet slightly charming shyness.

Little Fairy Doctor's silent concern, his aunt's cool admonitions…

Like vivid paintings, they flashed alternately in his mind.

The road ahead was unknown, filled with strong individuals.

But in the young man's eyes, there was only a quiet flame burning silently.

The Alchemist Guild, Great Master Frank, Xue Mei Senior Apprentice…

And the ultimate goal—Canaan Academy.

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging Xuan Huang Flame and Dou Qi within his body.

The carriage disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only the gradually awakening hustle and bustle of Wutan City in the morning light.

Mo Yuhan's legend, belonging solely to him, had just unveiled a new chapter.