readytorunbook Chapter 337 The Alchemy Family
Chapter 337 The Alchemy Family
Chapter 337 The Alchemy Family
Yun Muhan's steps were light and swift. Like a ghost in the night, he moved through the streets and alleys without attracting anyone's attention. His figure appeared and disappeared under the dim streetlights, as if he had blended into the surrounding darkness.
His target was that small community, a hidden corner of the city where the residents were always wary of outsiders, so he had to be careful not to arouse unnecessary suspicion.
He walked through narrow alleys, which seemed to be the veins of the city, recording the changes of history.
He circled around several street corners and finally arrived at an ancient stone archway.
Behind the door was a stone-paved path, with low houses on both sides, and faint lights shining from the windows, adding a touch of warmth to the night.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the rest of the city, appearing more tranquil and mysterious, as if it were another world.
Yun Muhan knew that asking directly might arouse suspicion, so he decided to take a more subtle approach to obtaining information.
He strolled through the neighborhood, seemingly just admiring the old buildings, but in reality, he was searching for any signs that might be connected to that family. His eyes were sharp, observing every detail, not letting any possible clue slip by.
In what appeared to be an ordinary little square, Yun Muhan noticed several elderly people sitting together, chatting idly.
Their conversation occasionally touched on ancient families and past events. These conversations might seem like casual chatter to outsiders, but to Yun Muhan, they could contain important information.
Yun Muhan stood quietly in the shadows, his body blending into the night, listening to their conversation.
He was relaxed, but his mind was highly focused, his ears catching every word, trying to find clues related to the family and the man in black.
"Do you still remember that once glorious alchemical family?" an old man sighed and said.
“Oh, of course I remember,” another old man replied. “Their stories are one of our favorite topics.”
Yun Muhan's ears immediately perked up; he knew these old men might know some information he needed. He quietly moved closer, trying not to attract attention.
“I heard that the survivors of their family are still searching for those lost treasures,” the third old man whispered. “Those treasures are the key to their family’s revival.”
“However, those dark forces are also searching for those treasures, and they will not allow that family to rise again.” The first old man shook his head.
Yun Muhan's heart skipped a beat. He realized that the "treasure" these old men spoke of might be related to the gold coins he possessed. He decided to take the risk and ask the old men for more information.
Yun Muhan emerged from the shadows and politely greeted the elders: "Esteemed elders, I am a traveler with a keen interest in history. Could you tell me more about the story of that alchemy family?"
The old people looked up and their eyes swept over Yun Muhan's face.
After a while, the first old man nodded, seemingly deciding to trust him.
“Young man, what you want to know is dangerous, but since you asked, we will tell you.” The old man’s voice was deep. “The survivors of that family are now very well hidden. They are concealed in various corners of the city, but they have a specific mark to identify each other.”
The old man took out a small badge from his pocket, engraved with the same emblem as the one on Yun Muhan's gold coin. "This emblem is their mark. If you encounter someone with this mark, be careful."
Yun Muhan's heart raced; he hadn't expected the clues to come so quickly. He bowed slightly to the elderly people, expressed his gratitude in a gentle voice, and then left the small square swiftly and cautiously.
His steps revealed a new sense of urgency, because he knew that every discovery could bring him closer to the truth.
His goal was clear: to find people with this emblem who might tell him more about his family and the Black Robe.
Yun Muhan's figure moved through the night, becoming more alert as he observed his surroundings, searching for anyone who might bear the emblem.
He returned to the city's main street, where crowds thronged and the sounds of vendors and customers filled the air.
Yun Muhan's eyes searched carefully through the crowd. He knew it wouldn't be easy, because the survivors of that family would definitely be very cautious and wouldn't easily reveal their identities.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a small shop. A simple decoration hung on the shop's signboard—the family crest.
This discovery stirred something within Yun Muhan; he knew this might be the place he was looking for. His feet moved involuntarily toward the shop, each step filled with anticipation and wariness.
He walked into the shop, which was filled with all kinds of antiques and handicrafts, each exuding an aura of history.
A middle-aged man was wiping the dust off the shelves, his movements meticulous and focused. His eyes held a wary look, as if he were observing everyone entering the store, ready to prevent any mishaps.
Yun Muhan knew he had to be careful and not ask about the emblem directly, lest he arouse unnecessary suspicion.
"What would you like to order, sir?" the middle-aged man asked. His voice was calm, but Yun Muhan could sense his tension.
Yun Muhan did not answer directly, but instead took out the emblem from his pocket and showed it to the middle-aged man. "I am a friend, and I want to know more about the story of this family."
The middle-aged man's eyes immediately sharpened, and he quickly looked around to make sure no one else had noticed their conversation.
Then, he nodded, signaling Yun Muhan to follow him.