Held tightly in Chen Mo’s arms, Yun Yun’s cheeks instantly turned as red as a burning sunset. Even the tips of her delicate ears flushed bright crimson.
With her strength, she could have easily broken free. However, at that moment, her whole body felt numb and powerless. She couldn’t summon even a trace of Dou Qi, like a girl experiencing her first love, held tightly in her beloved’s arms—lost and unsure of what to do.
Especially when Chen Mo whispered, "Yun Yun-jie, I’ve wanted to hold you for a long time."
Her body trembled slightly, and her voice wavered. "W-What do you mean by that?"
But Chen Mo only chuckled and played coy. "I’ll tell you... when we meet again in a few days."
As he spoke, he gently squeezed her plump bottom, then quickly let go and leapt away, landing lightly atop the back of the Amethyst Winged Lion King.
By the time Yun Yun came to her senses, her exquisite face so flushed it looked like it might drip water, Chen Mo was already soaring away on the back of the mighty beast, carrying the little lion cub with him.
Feeling the odd sensation on her rear, Yun Yun stomped her foot in frustration, her chest rising and falling slightly with emotion. "Next time we meet, I definitely won’t let you off easy!"
"...But what did he mean by ’in a few days’?"
"Charming... seductive... adorable... graceful... tsk tsk."
High in the sky, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the Amethyst Winged Lion King’s back, scenes of Queen Medusa, Die, Ya Fei, and Yun Yun flashing through his mind.
Four distinct styles. Four different kinds of beauty.
Chen Mo: Tower control, tower control, this is Flight Chen Mo requesting clearance for takeoff again.
Tower: Negative, Flight Chen Mo. You just got your license. You’re still in your probationary period. What the hell are you trying to fly?
"Miss Ya Fei, we demand to see Master Chen Mo and get an explanation!"
"That’s right! We want answers! Young Master Xiao Yan took the Dou Zhe Pill crafted by Chen Mo and now his cultivation has dropped all the way to eight stages of Dou Qi!"
"Miss Ya Fei, please inform Master Chen Mo that Xiao Zhan requests an audience."
Outside the Miteer Auction House, the members of the Xiao Clan began to clamor loudly, drawing a crowd of onlookers whispering among themselves.
However, once people realized this involved Chen Mo and the Miteer Auction House, they didn’t dare make too much noise. Instead, they murmured quietly, enjoying the spectacle.
Dressed in an elegant black robe embroidered with golden patterns, Ya Fei stood calmly at the entrance. Since confirming her relationship with Chen Mo, she had toned down her usual alluring, revealing outfits.
The coquettish charm and smile she once used to navigate the power struggles of various factions had vanished.
Yet her voluptuous and mature figure still exuded sensual allure. Under her captivating peach blossom eyes, several nearby men felt their blood boil.
Still, compared to her usual self, the current Ya Fei appeared much more reserved, leaving some in the crowd slightly disappointed.
"You may speak freely when it comes to food, but not when it comes to slander," Ya Fei said coldly. "The Dou Zhe Pill was personally refined by Master Chen Mo and verified by the Miteer Auction House. I, myself, have taken one with no issues whatsoever."
The gentle gleam in Ya Fei’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp coldness. Her gaze swept over Xiao Zhan and the elders of the Xiao Clan as she continued:
"Do you truly believe Master Chen Mo would jeopardize his reputation as a Tier-3 Alchemist and the honor of the Miteer Auction House, which has stood for centuries, just to sabotage a mere Dou Zhe from your Xiao Clan?"
"Clan Leader Xiao, don’t bring ruin upon yourself. If you drag the Xiao Clan into the mud, even the Nalan Clan’s favor won’t be able to save you."
Her tone carried a clear warning.
Now that her identity was public, Ya Fei wouldn’t tolerate anyone defaming her beloved.
"Then what happened to Yan’er?" Xiao Zhan asked, though deep down, he knew it was unlikely Chen Mo had anything to do with it. The theory was too crude. But remembering Xiao Yan’s distraught expression, his emotions had overwhelmed his reason, and he had come storming to the auction house.
"How would I know?" Ya Fei crossed her arms. "Maybe he advanced too quickly in the past, or used some unknown secret method to force a breakthrough. It’s possible he burned through his potential and is now suffering backlash."
Her words fell, and the crowd exchanged glances.
Now that she mentioned it... it was possible.
A Dou Zhe at age eleven? That level of talent was monstrous.
If he had used some unnatural method to boost himself, a backlash now wouldn’t be unthinkable.
Xiao Zhan’s face turned grim, but his reason returned. He was a man who could yield when needed. Bowing slightly, he said, "Then may I ask Master Chen Mo to examine my son and determine the cause?"
Ya Fei frowned inwardly—Where do you get the nerve? Just as she was about to refuse...
"A consultation from me won’t come cheap. Are you sure the Xiao Clan can afford it?"
A voice filled with lazy mockery echoed through the skies above Wutan City. As the voice rang out, a deafening beastly roar shook the entire city.
Then, a massive shadow flew over the sky above.
Everyone instinctively looked up—and were instantly stunned. Some even collapsed in terror, their limbs going limp.
"It—it’s a magical beast! A magical beast has entered the city!"
"Wait... isn’t that the Amethyst Winged Lion King from the Magic Beast Mountain Range?!"
"What?! The Amethyst Winged Lion King?! That’s a sixth-rank magical beast! Its strength is comparable to a Dou Huang!"
"Look! Someone’s riding on its back!"
"That looks like... Master Chen Mo!"
A wave of shock spread throughout Wutan City.
Outside the Miteer Auction House, everyone stared in disbelief at the figure standing atop the beast.
Master Chen Mo... had tamed the Amethyst Winged Lion King?!
A noble, sixth-rank magical beast... now a mount?
The Amethyst Winged Lion King descended slowly in front of the auction house. Its majestic form radiated an aura of overwhelming savagery, forcing everyone to step back as their legs trembled uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, the little lion cub flying alongside it began sniffing people one by one. Each person backed away in fear after being sniffed.
One poor soul’s legs gave out entirely. He fell flat on his rear, his pants soaking through as a yellow puddle quickly spread beneath him.
The little lion prince shook its head in disdain and returned to the Amethyst Winged Lion King’s side.
"Ch-Chen Mo, this is...?" Ya Fei’s eyes widened in astonishment, unable to hide the shock in her gaze.
"This is my new mount." Chen Mo smiled. "Lion King, come on, greet your mistress."
"...Mistress?" the Amethyst Winged Lion King said reluctantly as it looked at Ya Fei. With one glance, it could tell she was just a lowly Dou Zhe.
Ya Fei nervously drew a deep breath, a bead of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. "H-Hello..."
But upon recalling the word mistress in Chen Mo’s sentence, her heart fluttered with a bashful warmth.
Everyone’s attention was on the Amethyst Winged Lion King, so no one noticed the blush spreading across her cheeks.
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