"Haven't you made enough noise?!"
In the chaotic hall, the Nalan Family's elder, Nalan Jie, had somehow pushed through the crowd and quickly arrived, his Face grim as he shouted.
As Nalan Jie stepped out, a beautiful young woman, Nalan Yanran, followed closely behind him.
Nalan Jie looked at the scene in the arena, a hint of surprise flashing in his old eyes. He then turned to the Qing Pao young man and asked, "This must be little friend Mo Yu, right? I am Nalan Jie. Such an incident occurring at our gathering is the Nalan Family's oversight. For this, I apologize to you."
Looking at the old man's slightly hypocritical concern, Mo Yu smiled indifferently, then shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.
His gaze swept over the young, calm Face, and Nalan Jie couldn't help but think more highly of him. Although the battle here only lasted a short while, with Nalan Jie's strength, he naturally knew about the battle the moment it erupted.
However, he arrived so late, clearly wanting to secretly observe Mo Yu's combat strength to see if it was as terrifying as rumored.
After all, Mo Yu also had some connection with his Nalan Family; Xiao Yan, the one Nalan Yanran broke off her engagement with, was Mo Yu's Cousin Xiao Yan.
And after the engagement annulment uproar, the xiao family double dragons' reputation also spread widely in the Imperial Capital. With Mo Yu being so powerful, then Xiao Yan...
"This young fellow, in terms of combat, is actually so strong. Looking at the sharpness of his moves, he has clearly experienced true killing. Even if Yanran were to compare herself to him, she would probably fall short by more than a little.
If Xiao Yan also had this boy's strength—no, even if he only had half of it—the outcome of that little girl Yanran's three-year agreement would be hard to predict."
He secretly praised Mo Yu in his heart, then thought of a certain possibility, and Nalan Jie's expression turned somewhat gloomy.
He had opposed the annulment back then, but since things had come to this, he could only accept it helplessly.
However, if Xiao Yan defeated Nalan Yanran in the three-year agreement, that annulment letter would no longer be a joke, but a disgrace to his Nalan Family!
By then, how would he, Nalan Jie, and the Nalan Family save Face?
Thinking of this, a nameless fire also rose in Nalan Jie's heart. He then turned his gaze to Mu Zhan opposite him, his old Face sinking as he angrily shouted, "Mu Zhan, I didn't expect that two years of Cultivation would not only fail to temper your unreasonable Aura but would make you even more arrogant.
This is the Nalan Family, not your Mu Family. Here, even if that old fellow Mu Chen came, he wouldn't dare to disrespect me, Nalan Jie, like this!"
"Old Master Nalan's lesson is right. This nephew will leave now, will leave now." Even if Nalan Jie hadn't shown up, Mu Zhan was already preparing to retreat to avoid Mo Yu's sharp edge.
Now that Nalan Jie had spoken, he also took this opportunity to make his escape.
Seeing Mu Zhan's retreating figure, Nalan Jie also breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Zhan was the next heir of the Mu Family. If he were truly killed by Mo Yu on the Nalan Family's territory, even if the killer wasn't from the Nalan Family, it would still create a rift with the Mu Family.
As a Dou Wang expert, Nalan Jie could clearly feel that Mo Yu's killing intent towards Mu Zhan was real, not just a bluff.
This was also what surprised Nalan Jie; one must know that Mu Zhan's background was one of the best in the Jia Ma Empire. Besides the Cloud Mist Sect and the Imperial Family, no other force dared to harm the Mu Family's heir.
However, Mo Yu was completely unconcerned, which meant that the young man was either incredibly overbearing or had a strong backing.
"Hehe, little friend Mo Yu, that scoundrel Mu Zhan has been like this since childhood; even his father can't discipline him. Don't take it to heart," Nalan Jie said with a light chuckle.
As he spoke, as if remembering something, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and Nalan Jie probed, "Little friend Mo Yu, I remember you are Xiao Yan's older cousin, right? It's a pity, if it weren't for Yanran, Xiao Yan would have been my grandson-in-law. How is Xiao Yan doing now?"
Upon hearing the name Xiao Yan, Nalan Yanran's delicate body beside the old man stiffened, and her beautiful eyes immediately focused on Mo Yu.
Originally, she viewed that three-year agreement as a joke. As the next Sect Master successor of the Cloud Mist Sect and one of the top proud daughters of heaven in the Jia Ma Empire, she was confident she wouldn't lose to a Genius from a small town.
However, today, Mo Yu's shocking performance once again made her can't help but wonder if Xiao Yan, who was on par with Mo Yu, might also be a Genius Prodigy?
Hearing the implied meaning in Nalan Jie's words, Mo Yu smiled noncommittally, his silver eyes slightly glancing in Yan Xiao's direction, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips as he said,
"Old Master Nalan, that Cousin of mine is like a Divine Dragon, seen only by its head but not its tail. If you ask me about his situation, I'm not very clear either.
He could be far away, or he could be right in front of you. The three-year agreement is approaching, and I believe Cousin Xiao Yan will give you a surprise then."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jie's brows furrowed tightly. Mo Yu's words made an uneasy feeling subtly rise in his heart.
Perhaps, this annulment would become the Nalan Family's greatest loss.
Nalan Yanran's pretty brows beside him were also tightly furrowed. Three years ago, when she annulled the engagement at the Xiao Family, she boldly declared that if Xiao Yan could defeat her, she would serve him as a slave for life.
Nalan Yanran remained silent, her slender hand brushing away the strands of hair from her forehead. After a long while, she spoke clearly to Mo Yu, "I know my actions back then caused a lot of trouble for your Family, but I also know that I was not wrong... The three-year agreement is almost here. I will wait for him to come."
After saying that, Nalan Yanran calmly stated, "I will abide by the three-year agreement. If I win, the past will be written off. If I lose, as I, Nalan Yanran, have said, I will be a slave, to be disposed of as he wishes."
Her words elicited a secret praise from Mo Yu.
It must be said that Nalan Yanran, as a popular female lead on the Fighting Qi Continent, indeed possessed considerable personal charm. Just her daring and responsible character alone was no less than that of a great man.
Furthermore, as the two parties involved in the annulment, strictly speaking, neither had committed a major fault.
That rash annulment three years ago caused considerable loss of Face to the Xiao Family, but Nalan Yanran was also one of the victims of this arranged marriage, only she was too young and acted too unreservedly.
However, considering she was only twelve or thirteen at the time, one couldn't demand too much.
Presumably, when Xiao Yan helps Nalan Yanran in the Central Plains later, it will also be because of her not bad character.
With a slight glance of his silver eyes, Mo Yu noticed that Xiao Yan's expression was also extremely solemn at this moment.
Nalan Yanran's words had also moved him considerably.
The three-year agreement held too much hope for him, too many reasons not to fail...
As Mu Zhan left, the gathering slowly returned to calm.
"Alright, Mu Zhan probably won't dare to provoke you again in the future. Mission accomplished to Perfection," Mo Yu said with a smile as he stopped by the door with Ya Fei in the hall.
"Indeed, after your intimidation, not only Mu Zhan, but probably all the men in the Empire won't dare to approach me anymore..." Seeing Mo Yu's somewhat smug expression, Ya Fei said with a wry smile.
"Oh? Then should I go chase Mu Zhan back and then, in front of everyone, declare that only he cannot approach you?" Mo Yu chuckled lightly.
Upon hearing this, Ya Fei paused, then pursed her red lips slightly, looking at Mo Yu with a somewhat gnashing of teeth.
She clearly knew that he didn't mean that, yet he deliberately said it, which was simply too hateful.
"By the way, where's Xiao Yan?" Seeing that Ya Fei seemed a bit annoyed and embarrassed, Mo Yu smiled slightly and quickly changed the subject.
"He went to complete Old Master Nalan's detoxification treatment for today," Ya Fei said slowly, taking a deep breath.
"Oh." Mo Yu nodded, remembering the identity of Yan Xiao, which Xiao Yan had specifically faked to help Nalan Jie remove the poison from his body.
Standing aside, looking at the profile of the Qing Pao young man beside her, Ya Fei gently swirled the deep red wine in her transparent glass. Under the reflection of such a color, her charming Face appeared even more flushed and enchanting.
She took a glass of red wine from a silver tray held by a maid, swirling the glass. Remembering the sharp Aura Mo Yu displayed during his earlier fight, she was slightly lost in thought. In just a year or two, the once naive young man had transformed so greatly.
Her pearly teeth bit her red lips tightly, then, as if thinking of something, Ya Fei lowered her gaze to the red wine in her glass. Her charming Face, like that of a temptress, now held a hint of faint sadness that could break one's heart.
With her jade hands clasped across her chest, Ya Fei sat gently on the stone steps. The night breeze blew, making her feel a chill.
She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and after a long while, Ya Fei's captivating eyes suddenly curved slightly, like a fox's eyes, gleaming with shrewdness and allure.
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yu's gaze swept across her charming and moving Face, a little surprised. For some reason, he found that the current Ya Fei seemed to have gained something more than before... and... she also made people's eyes reluctant to move away...
"Hehe, nothing. It's just that the Family had some discussions a while ago about wanting me to marry Mu Zhan to consolidate Family interests. It's too disheartening..." Ya Fei said faintly, a hint of sternness in her charming voice.
"Is that so? That's what Family is like, using its members as pawns to consolidate interests. To control one's own destiny, one still needs to be strong.
Rather than being controlled by the Family, it's better to control the Family!" Mo Yu said indifferently, a hint of domineering Qi in his voice.
"To not be controlled by the Family, then, one can only control the Family..." Ya Fei murmured softly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the red wine in her glass. In it, her charming and moving Face now quietly gained something more...
"Mhm, Ya Fei, although you don't have Nalan Yanran's Cultivation talent, the Mittel Family is different. It's not a martial Family, but a business Family. With your ability, reaching the position of controller doesn't seem difficult..." Mo Yu continued.
Although on the Fighting Qi Continent, strength is revered and martial power is supreme, the status of commerce is also not low.
One must know that many Cultivation Techniques, Dou Skills, and rare treasures of heaven and earth need to be traded through various merchant associations. The Mittel Family is in this business, which is why the Mittel Family internally doesn't place much emphasis on mere strength.
Although Ya Fei had no Cultivation, with her exceptional management ability, controlling the Mittel Family or even establishing a larger merchant association would not be difficult.
By then, even if she had no strength at all, no one would dare to underestimate her.
Her slender finger gently flicked the wine glass, producing a crisp sound. To be able to become the manager of the Mittel Family Headquarters Auction House at such a young age, Ya Fei's talent in business and personnel management was unquestionable.
Therefore, upon hearing Mo Yu's words, a glimmer of ambition, like a sprouting seed, quickly began to slowly germinate deep within the heart of this beautiful woman.
After all, in this world, there are no shortage of people who are themselves powerless, yet have tens of thousands of loyal experts gathered under them.
Listening to the crisp sound, Ya Fei's lips curved into a shallow arc, naturally enchanting and charming. At this moment, she was undoubtedly more beautiful than before.
Just as an inexplicable something began to take root and sprout in Ya Fei's heart, a Qing Pao was gently draped over her from behind. The familiar soft voice subtly touched the heart of the woman who was most sensitive at this moment.
"It's cold and chilly; be careful not to get sick..."
Suddenly turning her head, Ya Fei stared blankly at that handsome and demonic Face. In a trance, the tip of her nose felt a little sore.
Gently sniffing, Ya Fei pulled the Qing Pao with both hands, her delicate body snuggling deeper into it. A faint warmth enveloped her heart.
"Don't worry, with me here, no one dares to force you to do anything you don't like," Mo Yu said indifferently, a hint of unquestionable authority in his voice.
"Hehe, with little brother Mo Yu helping me so much, this little sister has no way to repay you," Ya Fei said with a charming smile, her seductive demeanor restored.
"Oh? Then, Ya Fei, if you become the master of a super merchant association on the Fighting Qi Continent in the future, I hope you'll give me some discounts then," Mo Yu chuckled lightly, as if thinking of something.
"Of course..."
Upon hearing this, Ya Fei first paused, then playfully winked at Mo Yu, smiling broadly.
A super merchant association on the Fighting Qi Continent was incomparable to an Empire merchant association like the Mittel Family; at the very least, its business needed to cover the Central Plains.
And Mo Yu saying this was clearly to encourage her and to show that he believed in her ability. Thinking of this, a warm current couldn't help but well up in Ya Fei's heart.
"Oh." Mo Yu nodded, then yawned lazily. He glanced at the still lively hall and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. These people were truly capable of making a fuss...
"Forget it, let's go back. Do you want to come along?" Mo Yu asked Ya Fei casually, yawning again.
"Mhm..." Upon hearing this, Ya Fei was about to shake her head and refuse, but when her jade hand gently stroked the Qing Pao on her body, she hesitated for a moment and actually nodded in agreement.
Standing up, Mo Yu was about to leave with Ya Fei when his gaze shifted, and a black-clad young man with an ordinary yet resolute Face and steady steps appeared in his sight.
Seeing the newcomer, Mo Yu's heart stirred. He then smiled apologetically at Ya Fei and then shouted to the black-clad young man,
"Yan Xiao, let's talk privately..."