Chapter Twelve: Do You Dare to Accept the Challenge?

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Feng Chanyi looked at the marriage annulment letter stamped with the seal of the head of the Mo family and shook his head helplessly, signaling that there was nothing he could do. If it were only Mo Xuan coming, it would have been one thing; even if the Mo family followed, it wouldn’t matter. But the woman before him was simply too formidable. The Feng family had no means to stop her. In other words, not just the Feng family, but even across the entire Luochuan City, there were probably very few who could hold her back. This engagement had originally been proposed by him, and Mo Yuanhua had agreed. “I should have known from the start—he’s that powerful, and his child wouldn’t be lacking in any way.”

“I just don’t believe it. What kind of strength can he possibly gain in just half a year…” Feng Xiaoxiao thought carefully. In truth, her agreement to cancel the engagement wasn’t just because the Feng family was declining, but also because Mo Xuan’s cultivation had always lagged behind hers. Half a year ago, she had already reached the third tier of the Spirit Sealing Realm, while Mo Xuan was only at the sixth tier of the Spirit Realm. Now, she had advanced even further, reaching the fifth tier of the Spirit Sealing Realm. Even looking across all of Luochuan City, there were probably very few her age who had reached such a level.

Hence, she was confident. “If you have the skill, let’s have a match. If you lose, you owe me an explanation.”

Indeed, by past standards, he was not capable. However, things were different now. He was able to challenge someone at the Earth Soul Realm and had even managed to severely wound them when they were unalert. But why should he accept her challenge? Without a word, he strode past her. Lan Bing and Lin Mengyao followed close behind.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan completely ignored her, which left Feng Xiaoxiao feeling quite vexed. She leapt forward and struck out with her palm, only to be sent flying by Mo Xuan’s sheer force. Feng Xiaoxiao had no idea when Mo Xuan had become so powerful.

This scene was witnessed by everyone in the hall, and the followers exchanged glances among themselves. The general consensus was that the former young master of the Mo family was supposed to be of average talent—how was he now so different from the rumors?

Yet Feng Xiaoxiao did not lose heart.

“This is really a good show. It’s worth coming here after all,” Lin Mengyao murmured to herself as she left. “Next time, if there’s something like this, you must bring me along.”

Mo Xuan was so exasperated by her that he nearly fainted; she was far too casual about everything.

She wanted Mo Xuan to take her around Luochuan City to have some fun, but Mo Xuan flatly refused. After all, he had no time to wander around idly. In the end, unable to bear her constant nagging, he reluctantly left her in Lan Bing’s care for the time being.

“When do you plan to go back?” Lan Bing asked.

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“Wait a little longer. I intend to make them invite me back!” Mo Xuan’s reasoning was sound. He had already been expelled from the Mo family and stripped of his position as young master. If he just went back quietly, wouldn’t that prove he was too easily bullied? If they didn’t invite him, he wouldn’t return.

He casually wandered to a place that, in his memory, should have been bustling with activity. But now only a few shops were open; the rest were all closed.

Mo Xuan approached the owner of one of the shops, who was relatively young. As pedestrians passed by, the owner enthusiastically promoted his wares regardless of whether they were buying. “Dear customer, come take a look! These are our newest potions!”

He shouted loudly, but passersby ignored him, leaving behind a harsh remark: “Go away, go away! Such poor quality, and you still have the nerve to sell them here!”

Mo Xuan examined the shop casually, picking up two bottles of potion and smelling them. The seller eagerly continued his pitch: “Though the quality isn’t high, the price is cheap. You should buy some!”

Mo Xuan channeled his spiritual energy, lifting the liquid in the two bottles into the air. Using a fire-elemental spell, he carefully refined the potions for about two hours. The essence remaining in the liquid then condensed back into the bottles.

The shopkeeper watched in stunned silence. “You… you’re an alchemist!”

Alchemists were a supportive profession on the Shenmeng Continent, primarily specializing in crafting restorative potions. Of course, there were other types as well, categorized into nine tiers. Unlike pill masters, alchemists mainly produced healing and restorative potions. The human body absorbed liquid potions more quickly, making them far more effective in battle—many times better than pills.

“Yes, I recall this place used to be lively. Why has it fallen into such decline?” Mo Xuan asked.

The shopkeeper’s expression turned sorrowful. “It all started two months ago. For some unknown reason, the family’s only two third-tier alchemists were assassinated…”

Mo Xuan understood. This was a Mo family shop. Because their alchemists had died, this sector was basically dead. They could no longer produce third-tier potions, and even the production of second-tier potions had drastically dropped, with quality severely diminished. This was why they were currently in such a predicament.

Though many recruitment notices had been posted, no alchemist dared to come here.

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Mo Xuan believed there were still those in the family who cared for him, including the acting head. Though they didn’t show it openly, their actions were in his favor. He knew well that if it weren’t for Mo Cheng, he would have long since been stripped of the young master title. He wouldn’t have been able to continue as young master after his father’s disappearance. Now that the family was facing difficulties, he could not stand idly by.

“Here’s the deal. I have some potions, though not many. Consider this an investment,” he said.

The shopkeeper was ecstatic when Mo Xuan immediately purchased over a hundred bottles of second-tier potions, including more than a dozen high-quality third-tier potions. At first, he wanted to keep Mo Xuan there, but Mo Xuan refused, saying only, “Sell these separately. After some time, I’ll send another batch. Don’t ask for much profit—just thirty percent. Of course, it would be better if you could provide the materials.”

Nightfall.

In a tavern somewhere in Luochuan City—

“Red Linggrass, Three-flavor Lingzhi, Mu Qingyan, Blue Red Crystal Stone…” Mo Xuan muttered as he mixed potions in his room, reciting the names of various spirit herbs. He wondered: since potion formulas could be adjusted proportionally, was it possible to use other materials to raise the upper limit of restorative potion quality?

If he could maximize quality improvement, he could now produce some high-grade potions, though only up to the third tier.

Just as he was puzzling over how to enhance quality, Lan Bing suddenly appeared opposite him. Mo Xuan was startled. “How do you keep popping up like this!”

“I knocked, but there was no answer, so I came in! Besides, the door wasn’t closed. What are you thinking about, so completely absorbed?” Lan Bing smiled faintly and casually sat nearby before asking, “How’s the progress?”