Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 348 President of the Alchemy Master Guild

Chapter 348: Chapter 348 President of the Alchemy Master Guild

"Truly... truly a Sixth-stage Alchemy Master!"

"So esteemed and unparalleled, a Sixth-stage Alchemy Master! This is the first time in my life I’ve seen one!"

"It’s just like meeting a legendary figure. This person here must be the celebrated legend from the Alchemy Master Guilds of the other great nations. But who could this person be?"

Facing those reverent voices, Mo Yang raised his proud head, yet with Soul Power, he communicated unhappily to Shi Feng, "Kid, I knew you were up to no good! Are you afraid I’ll run away or something?"

Shi Feng certainly wouldn’t let Mo Yang out like that. As he let him out, he imprinted a mark within Mo Yang’s body, ensuring that even though Mo Yang was free, his life was at Shi Feng’s whim.

"I really am worried that you won’t behave. Now, as long as you cooperate with me, you’ll find it quite pleasant!" Shi Feng responded to Mo Yang with Soul Power.

"Cooperate my ass!" Mo Yang scoffed disdainfully.

In just a brief moment, due to the excited outcry of the crowd, a circle of people had formed around Shi Feng and Mo Yang, among them many servant girls from the Alchemy Master Guild, as well as quite a few Alchemy Masters from the Guild.

"My Lord... what is your relationship with this... this gentleman?" The beautiful servant girl who had just been serving Shi Feng asked weakly from within the crowd, her heart filled with shock.

She realized that she might have angered someone she couldn’t afford to provoke.

Facing the servant girl’s inquiry, Shi Feng pointed at Mo Yang and blandly stated, "This is Old Mo, with the last name Mo and first name Yang. He’s my servant."

"What!" The crowd that had gathered was suddenly astonished by Shi Feng’s words. This great and noble Sixth-stage Alchemy Master is your servant?

"Mo! Mo Yang! I know, I’ve heard of him! That’s the Elder from the Tianlan Empire’s Alchemy Master Guild, Master Mo Yang! His reputation is renowned throughout the Eastern Domain!"

"Who is this person? Does he have a death wish? To dare to call Master Mo his servant!"

"Don’t you recognize this man either? He is the current War God of the Yunlai Empire, Shi Feng!"

"What! He is Shi Feng! The... the War God Shi Feng!"

"But how could Master Mo be his servant? He’s a sublime and eminent Sixth-stage Alchemy Master! Even the Tianlan Emperor would have to pay his respects when meeting Master Mo."

However, after a moment, the crowd realized that Mo Yang didn’t react as violently as many had expected when Shi Feng declared him to be his servant. Instead, he continued to hold his head high and noble, silent. Could it be that Master Mo was acquiescing?

Mo Yang had no choice but to acquiesce. Right now, his life was completely in Shi Feng’s hands; how could he dare act out or go against Shi Feng’s wishes? Yet in this short span of time, he had already cursed Shi Feng hundreds of times in his heart.

"Is Master Mo really Shi Feng’s servant?"

"I couldn’t believe it at first, but look, Master Mo isn’t saying anything. It’s obvious, isn’t it? My goodness, this Shi Feng is too unbelievable, to actually make Master Mo willingly become his servant?"

"Damn willingly my ass!" Mo Yang cursed the speaker in his heart. With such a noble identity, how could he possibly serve willingly as someone’s lackey? Are you sick in the head? Stupid, this brain, really too stupid!

At this moment, Mo Yang felt like going insane! Already a proud man, he now wished for a hole to crawl into. Holding his head high no longer felt right, but neither did lowering it—it truly began to feel as though he was Shi Feng’s lackey!

Just then, in front of Shi Feng and Mo Yang, the crowd parted to create a path, and a group of Alchemy Masters wearing loose white robes approached.

"Sir! Master Mo Yang, it really is you!" At the forefront, a man with disheveled white hair and tattered white robes, as if he had just survived a disaster, saw Mo Yang and exclaimed with an excited old face.

This man was none other than Qin Yuan, the president of the local Alchemy Master Guild. Qin Yuan had been crafting a Fifth Grade Pill in a secret chamber for three days and nights, but when other Alchemy Masters suddenly burst in and informed him of Master Mo Yang’s arrival, he hurriedly abandoned his craft. In his haste, flames spilled from the pill furnace, leaving him in his current disheveled state.

However, Qin Yuan hadn’t even taken the time to change his clothes and rushed over in panic, leading a group of Alchemy Masters from the guild to welcome Mo Yang.

Although Qin Yuan was the president of this Guild, it was subordinate to the Alchemy Master Guild of the Tianlan Empire, once part of the Heavenly Mist Empire. The Superior Guild’s president and elders, along with the council, could dismiss him from his position by a simple majority vote.

And Mo Yang was one of those elders who could initiate the vote to dismiss him. Moreover, Qin Yuan had met Mo Yang a few times before and knew that he was a man who valued face and was petty. Offending him might jeopardize his position as the president of the Guild!

More importantly, Qin Yuan believed that Mo Yang, who usually stayed at the Guild in the Tianlan Empire, was intimate with the president and elders, constantly studying the ways of Alchemy with them. Should Mo Yang simply speak up, his position as president could be lost.

Therefore, the second Qin Yuan heard of Mo Yang’s arrival, he rushed over without delay, fearing that any procrastination might displease Mo Yang.

Some people, who had begun to doubt Mo Yang’s identity and even suspected his Alchemy Master robe and badge to be fake, now saw that Qin Yuan, the esteemed president of the high-standing Alchemy Master Guild, came to greet Mo Yang in such a disheveled state. They had always seen this dignified president maintain a neutral face, one that revealed none of his emotions, but now, he seemed entirely transformed, like a subordinate meeting a superior. Without Mo Yang’s presence, one might have thought he was possessed by another soul.

With Qin Yuan’s appearance, no one doubted Mo Yang’s authenticity anymore.

Looking at Qin Yuan, who resembled a beggar, Mo Yang still held his head high and nodded at him, saying, "I didn’t think you’d still recognize me after all these years!"

"Of course," Qin Yuan laughed, "Years have passed, yet you still have the same grace, Sir!" However, his face, stained with the grime of disaster, twisted into a smile resembling that of an old beggar begging for money.

"Ah! It’s over, totally over! I have actually offended the lackey of such an important person," the beautiful maidservant thought to herself. She had begun to doubt Mo Yang’s authenticity, wondering how such a significant person could willingly be someone’s lackey.

But now, even the distinguished Guild president had come out in such a state to greet his lackey—that meant this person must be exceptionally influential!

Perhaps, perhaps when the time comes, the Guild president will extinguish that person’s anger by offering me... by letting me serve him! But... but it would be my first time! I’ve heard the first time is painful; I can’t do such a thing!

But on closer inspection, this person of great importance is actually not so bad-looking, and so young on top of that.

But still... I still can’t do such things!

The beautiful maidservant spoke to herself amid a swirl of complex emotions.