### Chapter: The Black-Robed Alchemist
The sun hung lazily over Wu Tan City, its golden rays casting long shadows across the bustling marketplace. Within the heart of the city stood the prestigious Mittel Auction House, known throughout the Jia Ma Empire for its wealth and power. Today, however, it would witness a storm.
A figure in a flowing black robe stepped silently into the grand hall. His presence was low-key, yet something about him felt... untouchable.
"Welcome to the Mittel Auction House, sir," greeted a young attendant, her eyes bright with professionalism. "Are you here to buy or sell?"
"I wish to auction two pills," the man said calmly, his voice steady, yet with a weight that silenced even the nearby chatter.
The attendant blinked. "May I ask their grade, sir?"
"Sixth-rank recovery pill. Seventh-rank breakthrough pill."
A breathless silence fell upon the hall.
"S-Sixth and seventh rank?" she stammered. "P-please wait a moment, I need to fetch our supervisor."
Mo Yan nodded lazily and sat on a luxurious waiting chair, his gaze drifting to nowhere in particular.
Moments later, a tall, graceful woman with fiery red hair entered. Her steps were elegant, her bearing noble, and her smile sharp enough to command a room. Ya Fei.
"I apologize for the wait, sir," she said, bowing slightly. "Our auction house is not equipped to sell such high-grade pills at their proper value. May I suggest our capital branch in the Jia Ma Empire?"
Before Mo Yan could reply, a loud explosion shook the building. Screams rang out, and chaos erupted.
Ya Fei's face darkened. "Someone must have leaked the presence of the pills! It's the Iron Tiger Mercenary Group—they often raid towns nearby. Their leader is a Dou Grandmaster."
Suddenly, a sword shot through the air—straight at Ya Fei's throat.
But before it could reach her, a black blur moved.
*Clang!*
Mo Yan appeared like a phantom, his hand catching the blade in mid-air. The hood of his robe slipped off, revealing a face like carved jade, refined and elegant, with eyes that glowed like molten gold. An aura of dominance rolled off him, making everyone nearby feel breathless.
Ya Fei stood stunned, a blush rising to her cheeks.
"They're just bandits blinded by greed," Mo Yan muttered. He tossed the sword aside and vanished in a gust of wind.
Screams followed. Moments later, the Iron Tiger leader's severed head rolled across the floor, his men lying lifeless behind him.
Mo Yan returned, standing like an immovable mountain. "If I want to sell pills... I must have the strength to protect them."
But just as he finished speaking, the dying mercenary used his last breath to throw a dagger—straight at Ya Fei.
*Thud!*
It pierced her chest.
"Ya Fei!"
Mo Yan was at her side instantly, catching her before she hit the floor. Blood stained his hands. Without hesitation, he fed her the sixth-rank recovery pill. Light surged through her body, knitting flesh and bone in mere seconds.
Ya Fei's eyelids fluttered open. She found herself in the arms of the man who'd saved her life—not once, but twice.
"Sir..." she whispered, her voice faint. "Could you... please stop staring at me like that?"
Mo Yan blinked, mildly surprised. "Ah. My bad."
She looked away, her cheeks flushed. "You're dangerous," she muttered, "but... thank you."
Mo Yan simply leaned back in the chair, arms folded behind his head. "Lazy pigs like me only move when someone stirs the mud."
Ya Fei laughed softly, her heart stirring in a way it never had before.
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## **Chapter 13: Red Lotus Curiosity**
The auction hall was still in disarray—guards sweeping up bodies, servants whispering with fear, nobles quietly retreating while glancing over their shoulders at the man who had ended a Dou Grandmaster like swatting a fly.
Mo Yan, however, looked entirely uninterested. He leaned back in the plush waiting chair, legs crossed, face tilted upward toward the ceiling like he had already forgotten the bloodshed. The jade-like glow in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a sleepy calm.
Ya Fei stood nearby, watching him. Her hand gently touched the spot on her chest where the dagger had pierced her, now perfectly healed.
**"Who... are you really?"**
The question escaped her lips before she realized she'd spoken aloud.
Mo Yan cracked open one eye. "Just a lazy fisherman."
Ya Fei raised a brow. "Fisherman?"
"I fish for opportunity. Sometimes luck. Sometimes treasures," he said with a yawn. "And sometimes… trouble hooks itself onto the line."
Her eyes narrowed with intrigue. "A fisherman who carries high-rank pills, fights like a Dou Ancestor, and has a face that could topple cities? That's some fishing tale."
Mo Yan shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said I like sleeping more than fighting?"
"No," she said, stepping closer, "but I believe you're dangerous when annoyed."
He smirked faintly. "Then you're smarter than most."
Ya Fei's expression softened. "Still, you saved my life. Twice."
"I was protecting my product," he said bluntly.
She chuckled. "Then allow me to protect your profit. Let me arrange transport and auction for the pills in the Jia Ma capital. We'll ensure top-tier security, the right clientele, and full anonymity if you want it."
Mo Yan seemed to consider this. "You'll be there?"
"I'm the one in charge of the capital branch," she replied. "And I'd like to see how deep this river of yours goes."
He stood slowly, stretching his arms. "Fine. But I don't like noise. Or questions."
Ya Fei smiled. "I'm very good at asking quiet questions."
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### A Few Days Later – En Route to the Capital
The luxurious carriage rolled smoothly across the imperial road, flanked by elite guards on both sides. The Mittel family spared no expense in protecting a shipment that included two priceless pills—and one priceless mystery.
Inside, Mo Yan sat cross-legged on a couch, a small fishing rod in his hand as he dangled the line into a glowing, swirling pool that floated mid-air—his **Fishing System**.
Ya Fei, seated opposite him, pretended to read a ledger, but her eyes kept drifting toward the strange, hovering pool and the lazy man playing with it.
"You fish in the carriage?" she finally asked.
"Fishing doesn't need water. It needs patience," Mo Yan said, not even looking at her. "And luck."
"What do you catch?"
"Secrets. Treasures. Sometimes divine relics. Sometimes just a rotten boot."
She blinked. "You're serious?"
Mo Yan grinned lazily. At that exact moment, the water rippled—and something burst from the glow, landing in his hand.
A **Heaven-Grade Beast Core.**
Ya Fei's eyes widened. "You… you really…"
"Shh." He tossed the core into his storage ring without a second glance. "Don't disturb the fish."
Ya Fei sat in stunned silence for a long moment. She had dealt with countless geniuses, alchemists, nobles—but never someone like *him*. He wasn't arrogant. He wasn't humble. He just… *was*. Like a dragon pretending to be a stray cat.
And worse—he didn't even care.
She leaned back, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "You know, Mo Yan, I think I've started to like this ride."
Mo Yan raised a brow. "Because of the view outside?"
"No," she said, eyes locking with his. "Because of the mystery inside."
He blinked.
Then looked away.
Then yawned. "Romantic nonsense. I'm just a fisherman."
But somewhere, deep inside—something stirred.
Not from the fishing system.
Not from ambition.
But from a red-haired woman who refused to play by his lazy rules.
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## **Chapter : Fire Beneath the Silk**
The capital of the Jia Ma Empire loomed in the distance like a sleeping giant—walls tall enough to scrape the sky, spires of jade and gold piercing the clouds, and countless powerful auras buzzing just beneath the surface. For most, it was a city of dreams.
For Mo Yan?
It was loud.
As the luxurious Mittel Auction carriage rolled through the main gates, guards and commoners alike paused to stare. The emblem on the side—the golden lotus of the Mittel family—meant wealth. Authority. Power.
And danger.
Mo Yan leaned against the window, his face half-shadowed by his hood. "Why do empires always smell like wet stone and politics?"
Ya Fei, seated beside him in a silk red dress that hugged her figure like a flame, smirked. "Because power gathers in the cracks, like mold."
He gave her a sideways glance. "Poetic. I thought you were just good with numbers."
She tapped her temple playfully. "I read poetry when I'm not dodging swords."
The carriage rolled to a stop in front of the Mittel Capital Auction Pavilion—a fortress in itself. Dozens of elite guards greeted them, each one stronger than the last. Mo Yan counted three Dou Spirit guards and one hidden Dou King in the shadows above the entrance.
*Overkill,* he thought. *Or maybe… insurance.*
Inside, the halls shimmered with light from floating crystals, and the air was cool with faint spiritual fragrance—used to keep guests calm. But nothing could calm the sensation crawling up Mo Yan's spine.
They were being watched.
"Someone's leaking info," he muttered as they entered a private meeting room.
Ya Fei frowned. "You noticed it too?"
He nodded. "A cloaked Dou Wang tailed us briefly outside the city. Another one's already inside this building."
Ya Fei's expression turned sharp. "You think it's the other noble families?"
"Maybe. Or maybe some fool wants to test me."
She turned, locking the door behind them. "Mo Yan. These pills are already worth a fortune. But you… you've become the real prize."
He scoffed. "I'm not a prize. I'm the guy who doesn't want to be here."
She stepped closer. "Then why *are* you here?"
He looked at her. "Because someone looked me in the eye… and said they'd handle the noise."
The silence between them stretched. Not tense—but charged.
Ya Fei's voice lowered, warmer. "You trust me?"
"No," Mo Yan said bluntly. "But I'm too lazy to do it myself."
She laughed, stepping even closer. "So what if I told you that you're the first man to make me nervous in ten years?"
He raised a brow. "You mean because I caught a sword midair or killed a grandmaster like a chicken?"
"No," she whispered. "Because you don't *want* anything from me."
A breath passed.
Then, just as she reached for his hand—
*BOOM!*
The wall exploded inward.
Flames and smoke filled the corridor outside. Shouts echoed. Then came the voice:
> "Surrender the alchemist and the pills, or this entire building burns!"
Mo Yan sighed, brushing dust from his shoulder. "They always show up when it's almost romantic."
Ya Fei growled. "That's the Black Fire Pavilion's voice. Bastards sell corpses and pills alike."
"Dou Emperor leading them," Mo Yan said, already sensing the aura. "Greedy one. Half-insane."
She turned to him. "Can you handle it?"
Mo Yan stood, popping his neck. "If I can't, then this world's standards have dropped."
Then he vanished.
Wind exploded outward as his **Phantom Step** ignited, appearing directly in front of the enemy like a ghost. The Dou Emperor didn't even register him before a hand gripped his face and slammed him through three walls.
Mo Yan hovered above the ruins, robe fluttering in the wind. His aura—previously quiet—now bloomed like an eternal storm. Pressure flooded the plaza.
"I didn't come to fight," Mo Yan said coldly, "but you decided to tug the tail of a dragon."
The other mercenaries froze. Their leader groaned from the rubble.
Ya Fei appeared behind him, crimson hair dancing in the wind. Her lips parted.
"Mo Yan," she said softly, "you're not a pig pretending to sleep."
He didn't look at her. "I'm the pig who eats tigers.
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## **Chapter : The Lazy Groom Returns**
The ruins of the Mittel Capital Auction House still smoldered. Mercenaries lay unconscious or bound, and the ground bore the scars of Mo Yan's effortless power.
But inside the private hall—rebuilt within hours thanks to Mittel wealth—an entirely different storm brewed.
Ya Fei stood in front of Mo Yan, arms crossed, face unreadable. "You're leaving, aren't you?"
Mo Yan, now sitting cross-legged on a divan with his fishing system lazily drifting in the air beside him, shrugged. "Capital's too noisy. Can't fish in peace."
Ya Fei walked slowly toward him, her voice quiet. "So that's it? You cause an earthquake in the empire, kill a Dou Emperor, protect me, auction one divine pills... and just vanish?"
"I'm allergic to politics," Mo Yan replied. "Also crowds. And people asking questions like—'who are you really?'"
Ya Fei stopped just in front of him, looking down at the mysterious man who seemed more comfortable doing nothing than becoming a hero.
"You're running," she whispered.
He opened one eye. "I'm resting."
But her words struck deeper than she realized.
He *was* running.
Running from legacy. From fate. From messy entanglements that might turn his peaceful days into endless wars.
And yet...
When she looked at him with that fire in her eyes—he hesitated.
Ya Fei turned, trying to hide her voice. "Then… take me with you."
Mo Yan blinked. "What?"
She faced him again, cheeks slightly flushed. "I'm tired too. Of masks. Of nobles. Of schemes. I don't want to climb the ladder anymore. I want peace… and maybe to fish with a strange man who pretends not to care but saves me every time."
Mo Yan stared at her. His heart, usually untouched by flames of ambition or emotion, fluttered once.
He stood up.
Walked toward her.
And calmly said, "Then marry me."
Ya Fei's eyes widened. "Y-you're serious?"
"I don't joke," he replied. "It wastes energy."
She covered her mouth, tears of shock and laughter mixing. "You haven't even confessed."
"I did," he said. "I offered to let you into my lazy life. That's rarer than any treasure."
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### One Day Later – Mittel Pavilion Courtyard
The wedding was private. Just a few witnesses. A quiet oath under the crimson dusk.
Ya Fei wore a simple red dress, more elegant than opulent. Mo Yan wore his usual black robes—except this time, he actually bothered to comb his hair.
There were no fireworks. No nobles. Just the rustling trees and a quiet wind.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," said the elder with a nervous voice, glancing at Mo Yan like he might blow up the building if the rice was undercooked.
Ya Fei smiled as she leaned in close. "You sure you're ready for a life with a sharp-tongued woman like me?"
Mo Yan smiled faintly. "As long as you let me fish in peace."
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### A Week Later – Outside Mo Yan's Remote Mountain Estate.
This estate was rare treasure spirit house which mo yan found during common bait fishing in capital .
So , he decided to change his home and put this property in some beautiful mountain area.
The couple stood before a quiet lake nestled between peaks. Mist coiled above the water like a sleeping dragon. A cozy wooden cottage rested nearby, glowing softly from within.
Ya Fei exhaled. "This place is beautiful…"
Mo Yan dropped a line into the water. "No one here to beg for pills. No bandits. No ancient clan drama."
She chuckled. "No beds either."
Mo yan said it was still new , he command to house spirit take out hammock then ,
He blinked and said to ya fei "I have a hammock."
She leaned against his arm. "Then we'll share it."
He didn't argue.
They stood like that for a long while, quiet.
And in that peace—surrounded by mountains and mist—Mo Yan, the lazy pig who ate tigers, finally smiled.
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