8: Han Lao Mo arrives

Jia Yuan City, Mo Estate.

The afternoon sun was just right, casting its light upon the stone-paved courtyard, where a few sparrows chirped under the eaves, presenting a picture of peace and harmony.

Lin Feng and Mo Fengwu were playing Go in the guest courtyard's pavilion. Mo Fengwu, with her slender hand holding a white piece, was deep in thought. Occasionally, a strand of hair would fall across her cheek, which she would gently brush away.

Lin Feng watched her with a smile, not urging her.

Just then, a Mo Estate servant hurried from the front courtyard, looking slightly flustered.

“Young Master, Young Miss, a young immortal master claiming to be a Seven Mysteries Sect Disciple has arrived at the front courtyard, saying he has urgent matters to see the Old Madam about.”

Lin Feng and Mo Fengwu exchanged glances.

“A Seven Mysteries Sect Disciple?” Mo Fengwu’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. “What for?”

“He…he said it’s related to the Master,” the servant whispered.

Lin Feng’s heart stirred. Calculating the time, it should be Han Li’s arrival. He put down the black piece in his hand and calmly said, “Understood, we’ll go take a look.”

Mo Estate Main Hall.

The Mo Old Madam sat at the head of the table, with Mo Caihuan and Mo Yuzhu standing by her side, all looking somewhat solemn.

Standing below was a young man with an ordinary face and dark skin. He wore a slightly worn blue Daoist robe, but his eyes were calm. It was indeed Han Li, who had traveled a long distance from the Seven Mysteries Sect.

He was now at the ninth layer of Qi Refining. Two years of arduous cultivation had made him much more composed than when he was in the Seven Mysteries Sect, though a hint of imperceptible fatigue and coldness lingered between his brows.

Behind him stood a burly man wearing a bamboo hat, who was Qing Hun.

“You are Han Li?” The Mo Old Madam’s voice was calm, yet carried a hint of scrutiny.

Han Li bowed respectfully: “Junior Han Li greets the Mo Old Madam and the two Young Misses.”

“You said you have news of the Master?” The Mo Old Madam went straight to the point.

Han Li was silent for a moment, then took out a letter from his Pregnant and presented it with both hands: “This is a handwritten letter left by Senior Mo. Please take a look, Old Madam.”

A maidservant took the letter and presented it to the Mo Old Madam.

The Mo Old Madam’s hands trembled as she opened the letter, reading it word by word. Her face gradually turned pale, and her eyes first showed disbelief, then an overwhelming surge of sorrow and anger.

“Bang!”

The letter was slammed heavily onto the table.

“Juren…Juren he…actually died tragically at the hands of this immortal cultivator named Yu Zitong!” The Mo Old Madam’s voice trembled, and old tears streamed down her face. “And you…you were there?”

She suddenly raised her head, her sharp gaze piercing Han Li: “Your master met with misfortune right before your eyes, yet you turned a blind eye. My husband’s death is not unrelated to you!”

Han Li’s expression remained unchanged. He said in a deep voice, “Senior Mo indeed died due to Yu Zitong’s Possession. Junior’s cultivation was low at the time, and I was powerless to stop it. I could only follow Senior Mo’s last wish, cremate his remains, and inform the Mo Estate of this matter.”

He paused, then continued, “Before Senior Mo passed away, he entrusted Junior to come to the Mo Estate in Jia Yuan City within two years to retrieve an item to resolve the cold poison he left in Junior’s body.”

“Cold poison?” The Mo Old Madam sneered, filled with grief and indignation. “What a ‘cold poison’! My husband’s bones are not yet cold, and you, this wicked Disciple, even dare to come to our door to demand my Mo Family’s treasure!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She suddenly slapped the armrest: “Guards! Get this heartless scoundrel out of here!”

Several Mo Estate guards immediately responded from outside the hall, entering with unfriendly expressions and glaring at Han Li.

Mo Caihuan and Mo Yuzhu also looked aggrieved and glared at Han Li.

“Mother, calm down!”

Just then, Lin Feng and Mo Fengwu walked out from behind the screen.

Mo Fengwu quickly stepped forward to support the Mo Old Madam, gently comforting her.

Lin Feng, meanwhile, looked at Han Li, his gaze calm and unruffled.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Han Li’s pupils constricted slightly.

This young man before him had a composed demeanor, and his cultivation was completely unfathomable to him, feeling only profound and immeasurable.

What startled him even more was that the woman beside the young man, who by her appearance should be one of the Mo Family’s three beauties, now also possessed a cultivation of the sixth layer of Qi Refining, and the way she looked at the young man was full of affection and trust.

“Who are you?” Han Li asked in a deep voice, his guard instantly rising.

Before coming out, Lin Feng had specifically instructed the System to activate the face-changing function for the protagonist. The Lin Feng that Han Li saw now wore a different, unfamiliar face, while others still saw Lin Feng as himself.

“The Mo Estate’s Young Master-in-law,” Lin Feng said indifferently.

The Mo Estate’s Young Master-in-law? Han Li’s heart grew even more surprised and uncertain.

Upon seeing Lin Feng and Mo Fengwu, the Mo Old Madam’s emotions slightly eased, but she still pointed at Han Li and angrily said, “Phoenix Dance, you’ve come just in time! This person killed the Master and now wants to scheme for the nuan yang treasure jade. He absolutely cannot be lightly forgiven!”

“nuan yang treasure jade?” Han Li’s eyes narrowed when he heard these four words.

This was precisely the goal of his trip.

He took a deep breath and said to the Mo Old Madam, “Old Madam, Senior Mo was not harmed by Junior. As for the nuan yang treasure jade, it was Senior Mo’s personal promise, to resolve the cold poison in Junior’s body. If this poison cannot be resolved, Junior will surely die from its onset within two years.”

His tone was sincere, but his attitude was firm.

“Nonsense!” Mo Fengwu sharply rebuked, her beautiful eyes filled with anger. “If my father placed cold poison in your body, how could he easily promise the Family’s most precious treasure to someone else? You must be a cunning scoundrel, deceiving him with your flowery words!”

She took a step forward, blocking the Mo Old Madam, and glared at Han Li: “Han Li, I don’t care what grievances you have with my father. He has passed away, yet you still want to come to our door and bully our Mo Family, thinking we have no one? With me here today, you won’t even touch a speck of the nuan yang treasure jade!”

The young girl, dressed in a Daoist robe, held Talismans in her hand, and the Spiritual Pressure of her Qi Refining sixth layer cultivation spread out, possessing a certain Aura.

Han Li frowned deeply.

When he came to the Mo Estate, he fabricated Ink Residence’s cause of death to reduce the Mo Family’s hostility towards him, so that he could obtain the nuan yang treasure jade to detoxify himself, and then have Qing Hun protect the Mo Estate to achieve a clear Dao Heart.

He hadn’t expected the Mo Old Madam to seem completely unconcerned about his identity as an immortal cultivator.

The Mo Family’s attitude was even more intense than he had anticipated.

However, the cold poison in his body was already on the verge of acting up, and there was no time to delay.

“Young Miss Mo,” Han Li slowly began, his voice turning cold, “Senior Mo’s last wish, Junior must fulfill. This nuan yang treasure jade, Han is determined to obtain it today. If a peaceful discussion fails, do not blame Han for offending!”

Before his words finished, a powerful Spiritual Pressure belonging to the ninth layer of Qi Refining burst forth from his body, sweeping through the entire main hall like a violent storm!

Tables and chairs shook, cups and dishes toppled.

The Mo Old Madam, Mo Caihuan, and Mo Yuzhu, all Mortals, turned pale and found it difficult to breathe under the pressure of this Aura.

“Presumptuous!”

Mo Fengwu cried out, and several Talismans in her hand instantly activated!

“Boom! Boom!”

Fireball Talismans and Ice Spike Talismans flew out one after another, carrying various colored lights, heading straight for Han Li.

Han Li snorted coldly, his body swaying slightly, easily dodging most of the Talismans. At the same time, he drew a small green knife from his waist and shot it out sharply, precisely intercepting a Fireball Talisman.

“Bang!”

The Fireball Talisman exploded prematurely, fire light scattering, but it did not harm Han Li in the slightest.

“Petty tricks!” A cold glint flashed in Han Li’s eyes, and he no longer held back.

Han Li had previously seen an immortal cultivator named “Gold Light Master” in the Seven Mysteries Sect, whom he had easily killed. Therefore, he did not take this young female cultivator before him seriously.

He moved, intending to capture Mo Fengwu and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the nuan yang treasure jade.