Chapter 165: Night Encounter with Medusa

After chatting for a while.

"My wife, Xian'er, will also participate in this alchemy competition," Wei Yang said.

"Your wife? The white-haired woman?" Xiao Yan was taken aback and then asked as if suddenly realizing something.

"Hmm? What white-haired woman, that's your sister-in-law," Wei Yang grumbled discontentedly.

"Alright, alright, sister-in-law," Xiao Yan could only smile bitterly and change his words.

There was no helping it; whether in his past life or this one, Wei Yang was older than him.

Yao Lao sat cross-legged nearby, calmly sipping his tea, watching the two bicker with a kindly grandfatherly smile, as if watching his mischievous grandchildren playing.

"Heh, even if she's my sister-in-law, I won't hold back," Xiao Yan laughed and said, "It's one thing if I can't compare to you, but her?"

In terms of alchemical talent, Xiao Yan was pretty confident. Among his peers, besides taking his hat off to Wei Yang, he hadn't encountered any real rivals.

Yes, the reason Wei Yang was temporarily ahead was simply because of his higher cultivation level.

Moreover, Xian'er didn't seem to be much older than him?

And she's a Woeful Poison Body.

Compete with him in alchemy?

Heh.

"Don't speak too soon; you never know," Wei Yang raised an eyebrow. "Xian'er's alchemy skills aren't bad; she's very hardworking."

To this, Xiao Yan just spread his hands and shrugged, looking indifferent.

If hard work was all it took, then what was talent for?

His talent had been personally acknowledged by Yao Lao.

Yao Lao had once said that Xiao Yan and Wei Yang were among the top in terms of alchemical and spiritual talent among the young people he had met, even more than Yao Lao's proud disciple, Han Feng.

Yao Lao had also mentioned that the Woeful Poison Body beside Wei Yang wasn't outstanding in terms of spiritual talent.

"Then let's have a match," Xiao Yan said nonchalantly.

Wei Yang smiled. Xiao Yan didn't know that Xian'er was now at a peak fourth-tier level, otherwise he wouldn't be so relaxed.

Even if Xiao Yan was hiding his abilities, at most he was barely fourth-tier now, so why look down on a peak fourth-tier?

In the original story, Xiao Yan's victory in the alchemy competition was an exceptional, last-minute outburst. If it weren't for the fact that he was essentially cheating and his luck, how could he have won?

We'll see.

In fact, Wei Yang didn't care whether Xian'er or Xiao Yan won the championship in the end.

After all, the meat would still end up in his family's pot, as long as the championship didn't fall into someone else's hands.

If Xian'er won, that would be great; if Xiao Yan did, that was acceptable too.

...

Night fell.

The cold moonlight poured into the room, outlining the perfect, enticing curve of the figure obscured beneath the thin quilt on the bed.

The exposed skin glimmered with a lustrous sheen in the moonlight, as if it were sculpted from the finest white jade, smooth and delicate, making one reluctant to let go.

Skin as white as snow, lustrous like jade—these words seemed most fitting at this moment, and perhaps even fell short.

An arm like a lotus root was wrapped around Wei Yang's neck, its owner showing a satisfied flush on her face, lazily asleep.

At this moment, Wei Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils faintly glowing in the dim room.

He gently moved the woman's arm aside and got up.

"Hmm... Brother Yang... spare me, let me rest a little while longer, I'm so tired..." Xian'er murmured drowsily and cutely.

"Be good, you keep sleeping, I'm just getting up for a bit," Wei Yang leaned over and pecked her cheek gently, soothing her with a soft voice.

"Oh, then come back quickly..." Xian'er muttered drowsily, then sank back into deep slumber, even smacking her lips, her brows lingering with enchanting charm.

Wei Yang quietly moved aside the thin quilt, covering her up again to conceal any subtly revealed enticing allure.

He pulled on an outer robe and softly opened the door, walking out.

...

Upon reaching the courtyard.

A bright moon hung in the mid-sky, its cold light basking the entire courtyard in a light silver veil.

A layer of white mist filled the night, drenching the bluestone slabs and myriad herbs.

"The dew is quite heavy tonight," Wei Yang murmured softly to himself, gazing toward a corner.

There, standing gracefully under a cluster of bamboo, was a tall and seductive figure, wearing a purple silk robe—full and curvaceous.

The night breeze swayed, billowing the mist and gently lifting her skirt, revealing a starkly white, long leg.

Judging by its proportion, it was remarkably and elegantly elongated, noticeably longer than an ordinary woman's leg by two or three points.

It was quite an exaggerated proportion.

A 'swoosh' of light footsteps sounded as Wei Yang stepped forward.

Witnessing this scene, one couldn't help but find it stunning.

This woman, even without seeing her face or upper body, could score above eighty points just based on her legs—a definite exquisite beauty.

At this moment.

The purple-robed enchantress slowly turned, revealing a fantastically beautiful face, leading down to a snowy, graceful neck, and further down, two full, high arcs.

It was the long-missed Queen Medusa.

She no longer trailed a purple serpent's tail but had transformed into a pair of long legs.

"Who's bold enough to disturb my sleep in the dead of night—ah, it turns out to be you?" Wei Yang stopped not too far from her, hands behind his back, smiling and nodding. "It's been a while, Medusa."

"Apologies for disturbing your rest," Medusa smiled, slightly bowing, her voice soft, "Mr. Wei, it has indeed been a while."

"So it seems that seven-colored little snake of yours was indeed you." Wei Yang pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

"Yes, back then, my consciousness was weak and fell into slumber, my body being guided by a newly birthed awareness..." Medusa explained.

She held great respect for Wei Yang and had something to request; naturally, there was no point in hiding anything.

Moreover, even Xiao Yan knew, so she had even less reason to hide it from Wei Yang.

"A case of an accompanying soul, huh?" Wei Yang slowly nodded, showing understanding.

"Indeed, nothing seems to escape Mr. Wei's eyes," Medusa said with some helplessness. "At the time, my soul had just undergone evolution, making it extremely weak, hence, I couldn't control my body, allowing the new consciousness led by the accompanying soul to choose to follow Xiao Yan..."

Whenever Medusa thought of this, it made her gnash her teeth in frustration, to the point of chest pain.

What kind of judgment did that new consciousness have, opting to follow a little weakling instead of a sixth-tier alchemist, ending up being treated like a pet?

Such a situation nearly drove the prideful Medusa to a murderous outburst.

Even if she had to act as a pet, at least doing so for a sixth-tier alchemist wouldn't be so humiliating, and she might have been able to accept it, to some extent.

However, Medusa also discovered a significant secret about Xiao Yan: the ancient soul following him appeared to be unfathomable, seemingly also an alchemist.

It was only because of this that Medusa's mood improved somewhat; otherwise, she might have turned Xiao Yan into nothing but ashes by now.

...

"What brings you to me now?" Wei Yang asked.

"The championship reward for the alchemy competition, I presume Mr. Wei is aware?" Medusa queried.

"I've heard about it," Wei Yang nodded. "It's a sixth-tier pill recipe: the Fusion Spirit Pill."

Then, appearing to understand, he continued, "Ah, I see. You're here for that? The Fusion Spirit Pill is indeed suitable for your current situation of dual souls in one body."

"Yes," Medusa nodded, saying, "I've already discussed with Xiao Yan, and he has agreed to do his utmost to win the competition. However, I'm worried. After all, his current stage is still too low, only a one-star Dou Grandmaster. So I'd like to implore Mr. Wei, you being an honorary elder of the Alchemist Association, in case Xiao Yan fails, please lend your aid in acquiring the recipe for the Fusion Spirit Pill."

Medusa spoke, slightly bowing, solemnly expressing, "I would owe you a favor and would strive my best to fulfill any request Mr. Wei might have in the future."

"Is that so?" Wei Yang pondered, then nodded. "I can do that."

He hadn't planned on letting anyone else snatch the competition's championship anyway; whether Xian'er or Xiao Yan won, it would stay in the family.

Why refuse such an easily gained benefit?

A favor from a strong Dou Zong was indeed valuable.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei." Medusa revealed a slight smile.

"For me, it's merely lifting a finger," Wei Yang waved it off nonchalantly, seeing that she seemed to have more to say yet hesitated, he grinned and said, "Is there something else you wish to discuss? Speak directly; it's late, and I still need to get back to sleep."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but rub his lower back.

With the night dew and chill, coming outside wasn't as appealing as being cozy in bed with his wife.

Medusa hesitated, a hint of indecision on her face. But eventually, she gritted her teeth and said, "There is indeed another matter... After obtaining the Fusion Spirit Pill recipe, I would like Mr. Wei to swiftly concoct it."

"You should know that commissioning me is costly."

Wei Yang chuckled, stretching his arms as he said, "Helping you acquire the recipe is one thing; making the pill is another..."

"You should consider having that ancient soul beside Xiao Yan do it; given their circumstances, their price might be lower."

Medusa found herself somewhat conflicted at his words, yet she was immensely eager to cease being treated as Xiao Yan's pet and wished to resolve this matter and return to being the queen of the serpent tribe.

But asking that soul to help would undoubtedly result in demands for her to accompany Xiao Yan, acting as his guard for a period.

Yet this was exactly what the proud Medusa found hard to accept.

If given a choice, she would rather serve as Wei Yang's guard than follow the little weakling Xiao Yan.

It's not that being a guard for Wei Yang would be easier or anything like that; rather, just the opposite—a sixth-tier alchemist would likely encounter tougher opponents.

But Medusa was willing.

It all stemmed from a strong individual's innate pride.

Just as if you're highly capable seeking employment, would you opt for a job in the top 500 or at a small private firm?