"Cousin, you're up! Today is the Alchemist Convention, held once every eight years. Since we're in the Imperial Capital, we can't miss this excitement."
Seeing Mo Yu appear, Xiao Yan pointed at the Alchemists constantly passing by on the street outside the window, chuckling softly.
Following Little Yanzi's finger, Mo Yu nodded slightly and chuckled, "Heh heh, such a grand event is a rare sight in several years. Of course, I won't miss it.
And I heard from Ya Fei that Cousin Xiao Yan, you are also participating in this competition. As your cousin, I naturally have to go and cheer you on. Who knows, perhaps the champion of this Alchemist Convention will come from my Xiao Family…"
Hearing Mo Yu's confidence in him, Xiao Yan's expression froze, then he shook his head with a bitter smile.
The champion of the Alchemist Convention—that was the dream and supreme glory of countless Alchemists. How long had Xiao Yan only been learning Alchemy?
Even with Elder Yao's careful cultivation, Xiao Yan at this moment did not dare to confidently defeat so many powerful enemies.
All this time, he had been unable to understand why his cousin believed in him so much.
This trust wasn't a false pretense or flattery; it was as if he genuinely felt it in his heart.
Ignoring Xiao Yan's thoughts, Mo Yu turned to the old man beside him and smiled, "This must be the Dou Emperor expert by your side that Ya Fei mentioned."
As his voice fell, the white-haired old man suddenly turned from the window. A pair of old yet firm eyes stared intently at the young man, and an invisible Aura slowly emanated from his body. This pressure would make even Dou Spirit experts tremble when facing it.
However, this Aura, which even Dou Spirit experts found terrifying, was like air before the young man, having no effect whatsoever.
"Oh?" Seeing Mo Yu's calm demeanor, a glimmer of light flashed in the old eyes of the white-haired old man, Hai Bodong.
Among all the younger generation he had encountered, Xiao Yan was the one he couldn't see through the most, and today, he had met another.
Thinking of what Xiao Yan had told him earlier, about having a powerful and Prodigy cousin, he initially didn't take it seriously, but now, Hai Bodong believed it by three points.
"You are Mo Yu, who destroyed the Mo Family, aren't you? This old man is Hai Bodong. In my past seclusion, I also heard of that incident that spread throughout the entire Empire.
I never expected that you and Xiao Yan would come from the same Family. It's truly incredible that such a small Family could produce two Prodigies like you."
Hai Bodong slowly retracted the Aura within his body, his aged face looking at Mo Yu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Xiao Yan's talent goes without saying. After spending so much time together, he was simply amazed by the former's various methods.
At this time, Hai Bodong was unaware that there was Elder Yao inside Xiao Yan, so regarding Xiao Yan, Hai Bodong not only had the request to refine the Spirit Recovery Purple Pill, but also a hint of awe deep in his heart.
But now, facing Mo Yu, that feeling of being unable to see through him surged again, making Hai Bodong wonder if this so-called Xiao Family of Wutan City was perhaps a hidden super Family.
"Junior Mo Yu greets Elder Hai. Junior has also heard of Elder Hai's renowned name. It's an honor to meet you." While Hai Bodong was deep in thought, Mo Yu cupped his hands to the old man before him.
On the Fighting Qi Continent, although there wasn't a strict distinction between good and bad, Mo Yu greatly admired the character of the old man before him.
To be able to step forward when Xiao Yan was being besieged by the Cloud Mist Sect, putting aside everything else, just this sense of loyalty was worthy of Mo Yu's respect.
"Heh heh, you are Xiao Yan's cousin. Xiao Yan has helped me a lot, so there's no need to be so polite." Hai Bodong, looking at the inscrutable young man before him, also spoke quite politely.
Seeing this, an unreadable expression flashed across Xiao Yan's face.
One must know that Hai Bodong, as a Dou Emperor expert, was incredibly proud towards outsiders. Even he could barely subdue the other party, relying on Elder Yao's prestige.
Yet, this old man, who seemed unapproachable to outsiders, was so amicable in front of his cousin.
This showed that his cousin was indeed deeply hidden.
The two continued to converse for a while. Although Mo Yu was a Junior, in his previous life, he was at least a significant figure, and his knowledge and eloquence far surpassed his peers.
After a conversation, the two felt as if they had met too late.
"Heh heh, Brother Mo, I didn't expect you to understand mountains, geography, and ice abilities so thoroughly. I truly don't know what kind of Family could cultivate such a learned member as you." Inside the room, Hai Bodong laughed heartily.
Hearing this, Mo Yu smiled faintly.
Speaking to different people in different ways was a skill Mo Yu had learned in his first life.
Although Hai Bodong had a peculiar temper, he also had his own hobbies, so as long as one found the right topic, conversing with him was not difficult.
And one of Hai Bodong's greatest hobbies was making maps, which was why Xiao Yan was able to meet him in a map shop.
In his previous life, Mo Yu had traveled countless mountains and rivers, seeing various unique geographical features, so when he spoke about geography, he naturally spoke fluently and without any awkwardness.
As for his understanding of ice abilities, although he didn't possess ice control abilities, he had seen many powerful ice manipulators in his previous life. After his explanation, Hai Bodong felt as if he had an Epiphany on the spot. If the room hadn't been so small, he would have loved to try it out immediately.
"Alright, time is almost up, we should go…" Seeing the two who had already started calling each other brothers, Xiao Yan clicked his tongue in surprise, then shook his head helplessly and said softly.
He had witnessed how peculiar Hai Bodong's temper was, and he never expected his cousin to chat so happily with this eccentric old man.
And the principles Mo Yu had just explained were things he had never heard of, not even from Elder Yao.
In just a short while, Xiao Yan felt he had rediscovered this mysterious cousin of his.
"Heh heh, today is Cousin Xiao Yan's competition day, Old Brother Hai, let's chat later. We should go support Little Yanzi first." Patting his forehead, Mo Yu chuckled softly.
"Haha, alright then. When we get to the Royal Plaza, we'll find a spot and have a good chat. The first round of the Alchemist Convention isn't very exciting, besides, with Xiao Yan's strength, as long as he gives his all, taking first place won't be a problem."
Hai Bodong waved his hand indifferently, then looked at Mo Yu with lingering interest, his eyes as if he had seen a Treasure Trove.
He had been playing with ice for decades and considered himself at the forefront of this technique, but the young man's words suddenly made him feel as if he had just stepped through the threshold.
While this surprised Hai Bodong, it also ignited a strong desire for knowledge, making him wish he could talk with Mo Yu for three days and three nights straight.
Seeing Hai Bodong's hungry, wolf-like expression, Mo Yu shook his head with a bitter smile. He had only thought Hai Bodong was of good character and wanted to make a friend.
He didn't expect to have overdone it, and Hai Bodong actually regarded him as a confidant, which was truly…
"Let's go to the Royal Plaza first, don't delay Cousin Xiao Yan's assessment." Mo Yu said with a bitter smile.
Leaving the room and descending the inn, the streets were bustling with people. Alchemists, usually mysterious and rare, were everywhere today.
To Mo Yu's surprise, outside, Hai Bodong, the eccentric old man, was unusually quiet.
As the three walked, a quarter of an hour later, the Royal Plaza, where the Alchemist Convention was being held, gradually appeared in their sight. Mo Yu gazed out, and as far as his eyes could see, he could only discern a massive tip of the iceberg of the plaza.
Outside the plaza, fully armed troops were stationed to maintain order. Such a convention gathered countless powerful individuals from all directions. If a disturbance were to break out, the Imperial Capital would suffer a huge impact, so the Gama Royal Family was extremely cautious about this.
At the entrance of the plaza, there were inspection personnel from the Alchemist Guild. Only members of the Guild and participants were allowed to enter through here, while for the audience, there was a separate entrance.
With Xiao Yan's participation document, Mo Yu and the others entered the plaza without any hindrance. After walking up an entrance slope, the colossal plaza, like a giant, finally fully revealed itself to Mo Yu's view.
Standing at the top of the slope, Mo Yu looked at the incredibly vast bluestone plaza and couldn't help but shake his head.
He wished that Artifact Refining could also host such grand and luxurious competitions someday; then he could also go up and show off a bit.
The plaza was circular, with countless seats on both sides, presumably for ordinary spectators.
Opposite the spectator seats, the much more luxuriously decorated VIP chairs were reserved for high-ranking Guild officials and the leaders of the major powers in the Imperial Capital.
Just as Mo Yu and the others entered, an aged voice suddenly came from behind them.
"Xiao Yan, you're here."
Hearing the call, Mo Yu and the others turned around to look, and saw an old man in a purple robe sitting steadily, calling Xiao Yan's name.
"Oh? So it's Qiemier, the Vice-President of the Alchemist Guild. I didn't expect this old fellow to still be alive…" At this moment, Hai Bodong stared at the old man, his murmuring voice reaching Mo Yu's ears.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's brows immediately raised slightly. He hadn't expected that due to his own butterfly effect, Xiao Yan would still be able to get acquainted with a big figure in the Alchemist Guild.
And it was Qiemier, the current Vice-President of the Alchemist Guild.
To this, Mo Yu could only express, as expected of the Son of Luck.