Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Mo Ya
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The white-robed man who appeared before Wei Yang and the others looked quite young—no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven by appearance.
Of course, his true age was hard to judge, but judging by the faint vitality radiating from him, it was likely close to what he looked.
Dressed in snow-white robes that fluttered lightly, he exuded a free and unrestrained elegance.
His face was strikingly handso, but that handsoness carried a trace of an androgynous softness. His thin lips were pressed together ever so slightly, the corners curved in a faint smile.
The smile itself seed amiable, yet when paired with that subtle, feminine quality, it carried a strange undertone—sothing hard to put into words.
Wei Yang’s first impression of him was simple: I don’t like him.
"Young Master!" Elder Che Cheng bent slightly toward the man in white.
"Elder Che." The man in white inclined his head in return.
"Elder You, Mister Wei," Elder Che Cheng quickly explained to Wei Yang’s group, "This is a misunderstanding. This is our Black Emperor Sect’s Young Master, Mo Ya son of our Sect Master, and the steward of the Black Emperor Pavilion. He ans no harm."
"Master," Ah Da’s voice sounded in Wei Yang’s mind, "This Mo Ya is close to thirty. His talent is decent. Within the Black Emperor Sect, many hold great expectations for him, believing he may one day reach the rank of Dou Zong."
"Mm." Wei Yang gave a faint hum.
His gaze swept over Mo Ya indifferently—nearly thirty years old, Six-Star Dou Huang. His talent was... acceptable.
"Since it’s a misunderstanding, we’ll let it go." Ah Da turned around, his voice cold. "But I don’t want it happening again."
"Of course." Mo Ya’s brow twitched slightly, but his smile remained, his tone soft.
Elder Che Cheng stepped forward, gently pushing open the courtyard gate before turning to bow. "Mister Wei, Elder You, Honored Guests—you must be tired from your journey. Please, rest inside."
"Honored Guests, take your rest first," Mo Ya added politely. "I will visit later to apologize in person."
"No need for apologies," Wei Yang replied mildly. "And don’t co disturbing us without reason." With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and stepped into the courtyard.
Behind him, Xian’er and the others followed closely.
Creaaak—
The courtyard gate slowly closed.
Mo Ya slowly lowered his clasped hands, his eyes lingering on the shut gate as they narrowed slightly.
Drawing in a faint breath, he caught the traces of two subtle fragrances still lingering in the air. A flicker of sothing unreadable flashed in his gaze.
In his mind, he couldn’t help recalling the two graceful figures who had passed by him earlier.
Though they were both shrouded in loose black cloaks, his sharp eyes had still discerned their gender from their silhouettes alone.
And those two distinctly different, faintly alluring scents...he was certain—absolutely certain—that both belonged to won of exceptional beauty.
The saying goes, one can know a woman by her scent. In this, Mo Ya considered himself sothing of a connoisseur.
Such rare beauties... yet he hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of their faces. What a sha.
The thought left Mo Ya feeling an itch deep in his chest, as though a cat were scratching at it—an itch to find out more.
But recalling the identity of this group, he quickly reined himself in.
After all, this concerned a peak Tier 6 alchemist. That was not soone he could afford to offend.
"Young Master," Elder Che Cheng said quietly.
"Co with ." Mo Ya turned and began walking away.
Down a secluded forest path, the white-robed Mo Ya and blue-robed Elder Che Cheng walked side by side.
"Elder Che, did you see anything about this group?" Mo Ya asked.
"In reply to Young Master," Elder Che Cheng shook his head, frowning. "I couldn’t make out anything. It’s as if they’re all shrouded in mist. And I didn’t dare truly probe with my senses—if they took offense, it could end badly."
"This Elder You—you’ve dealt with him a few tis before, yet still haven’t discovered anything?" Mo Ya pressed.
"No. His strength should surpass mine by more than a major realm," Elder Che Cheng said with a helpless shake of his head.
"This man has cooperated with many factions, and more than once, high-grade Tier 6 pills have appeared from his hands," Mo Ya murmured thoughtfully. "His origins are a mystery. All major factions, including our Black Emperor Sect, have tried to investigate, but every effort has co up empty."
"It’s as if this person appeared out of thin air."
"Now, he’s acting completely out of character—showing up in my Black Emperor City with that so-called master of his in tow, and making such a high-profile entrance."
"And at this particular ti, no less. Could it be... they’ve co for that thing?" Mo Ya murmured, his tone sowhere between talking to himself and asking Elder Che Cheng.
"Young Master, there’s no ti to waste. I think we should report this to the Sect Master imdiately. As for how to handle the matter, we’d best let him decide," Elder Che Cheng reminded.
"I know." Mo Ya gave Elder Che Cheng a faint glance, then turned to leave.
"I’ll go inform Father. You stay here and make sure to ’take good care’ of our guests... quietly."
"Yes." Elder Che Cheng clasped his fists in salute.
The next morning
In a lavishly decorated hall—
Wei Yang sat lazily in a chair, his loose black robe draped casually over him. His fingers tapped idly against the armrest in a slow, steady rhythm.
To the side, Qing Lin was skillfully brewing tea.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, and in her brows lingered a hint of allure. At the corners of her lips, a small, blissful smile played. Every so often, she would sneak a glance at Wei Yang, her eyes filled with tenderness... and just a touch of playful reproach.
Sotis, when so thought crossed her mind, a trace of shyness would bloom in her eyes, deepening the rosy hue on her cheeks even further.
Across from her, Xian’er, dressed in pure white, sat quietly with a thick ancient to in her hands. She read with focused attention, occasionally furrowing her brows in thought.
Standing below, the burly Du Jiao stood straight and still, his light purple eyes fixed unblinkingly on the doors outside.
Beside him, Ah Da, still hidden beneath his oversized black robe, sat cross-legged with eyes closed, seemingly resting.
The atmosphere was calm and tranquil—
The only sounds were the quiet brewing of tea by Qing Lin, the faint tapping of Wei Yang’s fingers on the armrest, the soft rustle of Xian’er turning pages, and the occasional chirping of birds from outside.
Then—
Wei Yang’s tapping suddenly stopped.
Almost at the sa mont, Qing Lin and Xian’er also paused their movents, their gazes shifting toward the doors.
Ah Da slowly rose to his feet.
"The person we’ve been waiting for... is here." Wei Yang chuckled lightly.
And as his voice faded—
"Mister Wei, I am Mo Tianxing. I’ve co to pay a visit." A courteous yet resonant voice carried in from the courtyard outside.
Inside the hall—
"Master?" Ah Da glanced at Wei Yang.
"Mhm." Wei Yang gave a small wave of his hand.
"Understood." Ah Da bowed, then in a flash, vanished from the hall.
Before long, footsteps echoed from outside.
"Hahaha, Elder You! You’ve co to our Black Emperor City many tis to work with our Black Emperor Sect, but each ti you’ve left as quickly as you ca. I’ve never had the chance to et you in person—sothing I’ve always regretted."
"Today, I finally get to et the esteed Elder You of our sect. At last, I can put that regret to rest! Hahaha!"
Before the visitors even entered, a hearty laugh rang out.
"I’ve only co to do business—each of us taking what we need. That hardly makes
a ’distinguished guest.’" Ah Da’s voice was calm and indifferent.
"Hahaha, Elder You, you’re mistaken. Anyone who cos is a guest—especially soone like you. In the Black-Corner Region, there are many people who’d love the chance to trade with you!"
"Hmph. And more of them, I suspect, just want to probe into my background... or find the one behind ." Ah Da snorted softly, neither confirming nor denying it.
"Well... it’s true there are those with ulterior motives. The Black-Corner Region is full of all sorts—dragons and snakes mingled together. Elder You, pay them no mind."
As those words fell, several figures stepped into the hall.
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