67: Lin Fei's Heart

Not long after the assessment commotion settled, Lin Fei also entered the other end of the Alchemist Hall, and the results from the First-Rank Alchemist assessment area were announced.

Lin Fei also passed the assessment, officially becoming a First-Rank Alchemist.

When Lin Fei walked out of the examination room wearing a silver ripple badge, her mood was completely different.

Lin Fei looked at the First-Rank badge on her chest, then looked at Mo Yuhan, who was surrounded by everyone in the distance, with two silver patterns shining on his chest; her previous joy was largely diluted, leaving only a complex feeling of “comparing oneself to others is infuriating.”

As for Xue Mei, her cool gaze swept over her own badge, then looked at Mo Yuhan, and the sense of urgency in her heart grew even stronger.

After the assessment, Mo Yuhan’s name spread like wildfire, instantly reaching the entire Black Rock City Alchemist Guild and even beginning to spread outward. A nine-year-old Second-Rank Alchemist—this news was enough to shake the entire Gama Empire!

Great Master Frank’s regard for Mo Yuhan was beyond measure.

Considering his young age and that he was new, Frank directly arranged for him to live in a secluded small courtyard next to his own residence, separated from the Alchemist Guild by just a wall, making it convenient for him to provide guidance at any time.

Coincidentally, Lin Fei’s home and Great Master Otto’s residence were also in this area, not far from Frank’s house.

And Xue Mei, as Frank’s personal disciple, often lived at her teacher’s home during weekdays.

Thus, Mo Yuhan’s peaceful “cultivation” life was completely disrupted by his two senior sisters, who had vastly different personalities.

Ever since Mo Yuhan moved into the small courtyard, Lin Fei became a frequent visitor.

After the initial shock, frustration, and a little jealousy passed, Lin Fei’s strong curiosity, deeply stirred beneath her arrogant exterior, and her admiration for higher-ranked Alchemists, were fully engaged, even though Mo Yuhan was ridiculously young.

Lin Fei’s heart burned like a prairie fire.

What’s more, her parents’ subtle inquiries at home and Great Master Otto’s occasionally meaningful smiles acted like catalysts, causing her nascent feelings to ferment.

“Little Han Han, open the door!”

A crisp voice accompanied by knocking almost became his daily morning alarm.

Mo Yuhan reluctantly put down the medicinal herbs in his hand and opened the courtyard gate.

Lin Fei stood gracefully outside the door, dressed today in a light pink gauze dress that made her skin appear as white as snow.

The dress was well-fitted, perfectly outlining her proud curves—a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and a full bosom subtly visible beneath the light gauze, gently rising and falling with her breathing.

She held an exquisite zitan wood food box in her hand, her smile as bright as a flower, radiant and charming.

“Here, I brought this for you! I… I personally made this Snow Lotus Jade Dew Soup. It clears the mind and moistens the lungs, perfect for a little Alchemist like you who spends all day by the furnace!”

Lin Fei, without waiting for a reply, shoved the food box into Mo Yuhan’s arms and naturally squeezed inside, bringing with her a fragrant breeze mixed with a maiden’s scent and a hint of sweet pastry.

She leaned in close, looking up at Mo Yuhan with her small face, her long eyelashes fluttering, her red lips moist, and her breath like orchids: “Hurry and try it, I simmered it all morning!”

Mo Yuhan looked at the crystal-clear, sweet-smelling soup in the food box, then at Lin Fei’s bright, expectant eyes, and found himself unable to refuse.

He picked up a spoon and took a bite; the texture was delicate and smooth, with the clear fragrance of snow lotus and the sweetness of jade dew, truly excellent.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Lin Fei.”

“Hehe, as long as you like it!”

Lin Fei immediately beamed, as if she herself had been praised.

She made herself at home, sitting on a small stone stool in the courtyard, resting her chin on her hands, propped on the stone table, leaning slightly forward.

This posture made her full, rounded breasts press more prominently against the edge of the table, and through the thin gauze, the tempting outline of her cleavage was faintly visible.

She watched Mo Yuhan sip the soup, her eyes remarkably bright: “Little Han Han, the Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pill formula you helped Great Master Frank perfect yesterday—the idea was brilliant! How did you think of using Fire Spirit Leaf to neutralize the conflict with Ice Herb? Please teach your senior sister, okay?”

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry, and her body swayed gently as she spoke, the tips of her falling black hair brushing the tabletop, occasionally sweeping across Mo Yuhan’s hand on the table, causing a slight tickle.

Mo Yuhan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, especially with the close proximity of the alluring sight and the faint fragrance wafting over him.

He turned his head slightly, trying to keep his mind calm as he explained: “The key lies in accurately predicting the conflict points of the medicinal properties. When the Ice Herb reaches the third turn of fire temperature, its coldness will intensely repel the spiritual essence of the Azure Spirit Fruit, forming ice crystals that obstruct the fusion of medicinal power.”

“The Fire Spirit Leaf is warm and resilient, capable of intervening precisely at that node. Its fiery nature not only doesn’t intensify the conflict but actually softens the ice crystals and guides the medicinal power, like building a warm bridge over an icy river…”

He explained earnestly, and Lin Fei also put away her playful demeanor, listening very attentively.

However, as she listened, her gaze involuntarily shifted from the method of medicinal property fusion to Mo Yuhan’s focused profile as he explained.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the grape trellis, casting faint shadows beneath his long eyelashes, his straight nose bridge, his slightly pursed lips…

Though still a child’s outline, that extraordinary composure and focus exuded an indescribable charm.

Especially when his fingertips unconsciously dipped into tea water to trace the path of medicinal power on the stone table—those slender fingers… Lin Fei’s heart inexplicably quickened, and her cheeks felt slightly warm.

“Senior Sister Lin Fei?”

After Mo Yuhan finished speaking, he noticed Lin Fei seemed to be distracted, looking at him with hazy eyes and a flushed face.

“Ah? Oh! I… I understand!” Lin Fei suddenly snapped back to attention, her pretty face instantly reddening even more, like a ripe apple.

She hurriedly lowered her head, picking up a pastry she had brought and stuffing it into her mouth to cover her embarrassment, mumbling, “Little Han Han explains so well… much clearer than that old man, my master…”

She felt her face burning and her heart pounding like a startled deer.

Lin Fei, oh Lin Fei, what are you looking at!

He’s still just a child.

But… the way he focused on alchemy, speaking so eloquently, was truly charming, and his hands for alchemy… they were so beautiful…

From that day on, Lin Fei visited Mo Yuhan’s small courtyard even more frequently.

Asking for guidance on alchemy became her best excuse, but her intentions were no longer pure.

She began to dress meticulously, her dresses becoming brighter in color and their styles increasingly highlighting her proud figure.

When asking questions, she would lean very close, her hair tips “accidentally” brushing Mo Yuhan’s arm or neck, and her warm breath would gently caress his ear, sending a tingling sensation.

Moreover, Lin Fei learned to brew various medicinal teas and always found excuses to make a cup for Mo Yuhan, then offered it to him with both hands.

When handing it over, her soft, boneless fingers would “accidentally” touch his hand or fingertips, sending a subtle jolt of electricity that made her own heart race.

She even began to pay attention to Mo Yuhan’s preferences, knowing he liked light meals, quiet environments, and disliked being disturbed when reading.

So, when he read, she would quietly sit nearby, propping her chin on her hand, watching his focused profile for half a day.

It was as if her arrogant and willful nature, when faced with Mo Yuhan, melted away like ice and snow, gradually receding.

Revealing the tenderness and consideration of a young woman, even with a hint of clumsy flattery and infatuation.