Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 368 I call you Master's Wife, and you call me Master?
sleepless nights.

It was just getting dark.

Madam Yan, dressed in a thin silk nightgown, arrived at the top of the Mo family mansion, on the fifth floor.

The morning breeze was cool and refreshing, ruffling her soft hair. Her deep phoenix eyes took in the entire area where the room was located.

"This boy is more cautious than I imagined."

Her gaze fell on Han Li's door.

Qu Hun, with his massive, towering figure, stood silently guarding the entrance.

This deliberate display is a silent message to all those with ill intentions:

We are already on guard; let's not entertain any inappropriate thoughts.

Lady Yan had already obtained information about Qu Hun from her husband's secret letter.

Knowing that this was not a living person, but a puppet iron corpse, whose physical body had cultivated the Elephant Armor Technique, it not only possessed the strength of a dragon and an elephant, but was also impervious to swords and spears, making it almost impossible for ordinary martial artists to defeat.

"Mother, you've been watching all night. Do you favor that Han Li more?"

A clear and melodious voice rang out from behind.

Mo Caihuan, who was also only wearing a nightgown, had quietly gone upstairs at some point.

Although the slender young woman's figure had not fully matured, it was already taking shape, with a delicate waist and slightly protruding breasts.

A pair of bright, beautiful eyes, just like Yan's phoenix eyes, were now looking at her mother with a hint of curiosity.

Yan nodded, his voice deep and magnetic in the morning breeze:
"Although I am just an ordinary person and don't know much about the world of cultivators, I have been in charge of the Mo family for more than ten years. I know that wherever there are people, there will be interests and struggles."

Having talent only allows one to progress faster than others on this path. But how far one can go and how high one can reach ultimately depends on one's character, methods, and luck.

"so,"

Mo Caihuan tilted her head, using the faint morning light to look towards the room where Han Li was:

"Does Mother want me to choose Han Li?"

Last night, the four ladies of the Mo family gathered to discuss matters.

What Mo Juren said in his secret letter was exactly the same as what the mortal Mo Yu said.

Therefore, their attitudes are completely different from those in the original work.

At this moment, they truly believed that their husband Mo Juren's death had no direct connection to his two closed-door disciples.

Whether it was to fulfill her husband's last wish or to resolve the current predicament of the Mo family, marrying their daughter to the two of them and binding her to the Mo family was undoubtedly the best choice.

However, when asked by her daughter, Madam Yan gently shook her head.

"No, my Huan'er,"

She reached out and pulled her daughter into her arms, gently stroking her soft, flowing hair.
"I want to betroth you to Mo Yu."

A lack of temperament and strategic acumen can be compensated for by others. Mo Yu's proud yet somewhat naive personality makes him easier to win over and...manipulate.

Madam Yan reached out and affectionately ruffled Mo Caihuan's hair, chuckling softly:

“Your daughter, Huan’er, has been clever and quick-witted since she was little, and you have your own ideas. I believe that you will definitely become his best ‘helpful wife’.”

With you by his side assisting him, and given his talent, both of you will go further and achieve greater heights.

Mo Caihuan shifted her gaze to the room where Mo Yu was, her dark eyes darting around playfully.

Then, she turned to look at her mother and smiled slyly:
"Mother, the reason you made me choose Mo Yu is probably... there's another, more important reason, isn't it?"

"You little devil..."

Yan sighed and tapped her smooth forehead.

Mo Caihuan chuckled:
"It must be that Father secretly favors him more in his letter."

Moreover, his surname is also Mo...

If I have a child with him in the future, the child will naturally also bear the surname Mo.

In this way, the Mo family will still be the Mo family, and Father's bloodline will not be severed. Isn't that right?

At this point, she gave her mother a teasing sidelong glance.
"It seems that Mother's love for Father remains unchanged!"

Yan shook her head, offering a bitter smile without saying a word.

Her daughter's words hit the nail on the head.

The three beauties of the Mo family are: the eldest daughter, Yuzhu, whose mother died early; the third daughter, Fengwu, who is an adopted daughter; and the youngest daughter, Caihuan, who is her biological daughter.

Now that the Mo family is under the control of Madam Yan, she will at most give the first two a generous dowry so that they can have a grand wedding.

And this immense power of the Mo family will eventually be handed over to his own daughter.

Heaven have mercy, Mo Yu is exceptionally talented, and it just so happens that his surname is Mo.

In Madam Yan's eyes, this was simply the most suitable candidate that her deceased husband had guided for her and the Mo family from the shadows!
In the sea of ​​ink and jade.

Mo Juren was subjected to severe torture and repeated torment by Daji. Even after confessing everything, he still ended up with his soul scattered.

If they could know this from beyond the grave, they would probably roar in despair:
"Ah, yes, yes, that's right! This is all thanks to my spirit in heaven guiding me!!"

Just as the Yan mother and daughter were in the attic, carefully planning for the future.

In Mo Yu's room.

A slender, dark figure had somehow already hidden in a corner of the room.

As the sun rises outside the window, the soft morning light filters through the windowpane, outlining the dark figure with a mysterious and alluring silhouette.

As the most skilled and capable of martial arts among the five mistresses of the Mo family, she had already quietly sneaked into this room long before Madam Yan ascended the pavilion.

The mortal Mo Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, seemingly unaware of her presence.

He faced the first rays of morning sunlight and slowly exhaled.

As the sun rose, the Yang Spirit Root within him truly began to reveal its extraordinary nature.

Strands of purple-gold sunlight, as if materialized, flowed continuously with his breath, disappearing into every pore of his bare torso.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth each has its own origin.

"Light" and "darkness" are undoubtedly the two most common and vast of these many spiritual attributes.

Wherever the blazing sun in the sky can shine, there will inevitably be yang energy.

However, "Yang" is not among the Five Elements. Therefore, apart from high-level cultivators who have practiced special techniques, very few people in the world can directly utilize this abundant power between heaven and earth!

As he continued to draw in and devour the light, the surrounding room seemed to dim slightly.

As the core that drew in so many rays of light, the mortal Mo Yu was enveloped in a faint golden halo.

In the shadows of the corner, Madam Wang, the fifth wife of the Mo family, quietly watched the young man on the bed, who seemed like a god bathed in divine light, and became even more certain of her suspicions.

But she did not make a sound to disturb him. Instead, she remained quietly standing in place, just as she had the night before, silently guarding the boy before her.

More than half an hour later.

Mo Yu, a mortal, slowly opened his eyes.

"The Yang Spiritual Root, as the great heroes have said, has many wondrous properties when exposed to sunlight."

Both the speed of absorbing and releasing spiritual energy and the efficiency of circulating it throughout the body have been greatly improved.

The mortal Mo Yu stared at his palm, which was covered with a faint glow, and then frowned slightly:

"As the yang energy accumulates within my body, my cultivation speed can increase by up to 20% on top of the previous mutated spiritual root! And the recovery speed of my spiritual power can be increased by 50%!"

"But... everything that reaches its peak must decline, an isolated sun cannot last long, and excess is as bad as deficiency."

"As yang energy accumulates in my body, my control over spiritual power has also decreased considerably."

Moreover, when the yang energy accumulates to a certain limit, a burning sensation, as if scorched by the blazing sun, will arise within the body!

"If we continue to allow the yang energy to accumulate, we may suffer a backlash from it, which could harm our bodies."

Wang, who was in the corner, did not hear what he was muttering to himself.

But she noticed that Mo Yu had already pulled himself out of his cultivation state.

After he stopped murmuring, she stopped hiding, slowly stepped out of the shadows, and took the initiative to approach him.

As a cultivator with divine consciousness, even the most skilled mortal would find it difficult to sneak up to such close proximity to him without being detected.

Unless, of course, it was his own decision.

The mortal Mo Yu did not display the arrogance of the previous night. Instead, he calmly shifted his gaze from his palm to the woman before him, whose shapely figure was perfectly outlined by a black, tight-fitting leather armor. He chuckled softly.

"Fifth Master's wife, you've observed here all night; have you obtained what you sought?"

Wang walked to within three feet of the bed, then suddenly knelt down and presented a jet-black token with both hands:

"Wang Shuang greets Young Master! I apologize for my offense last night!"

Mo Yu, a mortal, was not surprised and displayed composure that did not conform to others' personas.

He casually took the token that symbolized the core power of the Jingjiao Society, the Dark Fortress, and began to play with it in his hand.

I already had a guess in my mind.

Although the power of the Jingjiao Society was constantly weakening due to Mo Juren's long-term disappearance, even his second disciple and sworn brother betrayed him one after another.

However, the hidden fortress force controlled by the Wang family has maintained its complete structure from ten years ago, without any sign of weakening.

Instead, it has become more refined and efficient with the passage of time.

This is precisely the fundamental reason why, even though the Jingjiao Society has weakened to such an extent, the other two overlords of Lanzhou still dare not make any rash moves to annex it.

Although this is a trump card that can only be used once, no one wants to bear the final counterattack launched by the sick dragon Jingjiao Society before its death, before completely eliminating another competitor!
That would only give the other party an opportunity.

"My fifth master's wife was acting as my protector and guardian, and she was doing it to protect me. What crime has she committed?"

With a smile, the mortal Mo Yu returned the token in Wang's hand.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang's eyes, but she also breathed a long sigh of relief.

She had grown accustomed to living in the shadows, and if the bunker were no longer under her control, she truly didn't know what she would do in the future.

"Thank you, young master!"

Wang Shuang clasped her hands in a salute and took back the token.

Then, as if to demonstrate her loyalty, she took the initiative to say:

"Although the others did not send anyone to cause trouble last night, young master, you must not let your guard down."

Especially Madam Yan, who has held power in the Mo family for many years, will never obediently relinquish it so easily.

Her tone remained aloof.

But that one word, "Master," made the mortal Mo Yu's heart tremble slightly.

After all, by seniority, this woman was, in name only, his teacher's wife...

Everyone's just talking their own thing, right? I'll call you Master's Wife, and you call me Master.

However, despite this, the mortal Mo Yu did not refute it, but rather tacitly agreed with a hint of secret pleasure.

Of Mo Juren's five wives, Wang Shuang was the most different.

Rather than calling her his wife, she was his most trusted assistant, his sharpest blade, and the commander of his elite assassins!
Ten years ago, Mo Juren outwardly gave most of the power of the Jingjiao Society to the Yan family.

In reality, he didn't completely trust his bedmate.

Therefore, he kept Wang Shi alive so that if Yan Shi had any disloyal intentions, he could still control the trump card of the Jingjiao Society.

But for someone like Wang, who had lived in darkness for many years, even the person sharing her bed could not be entirely trusted.

"Well, I see."

The mortal Mo Yu nodded indifferently, not replying directly, but instead saying:

"Fifth Master's wife, please go back first. Don't let anyone see us, and don't let the other masters' wives find out about our relationship."

I will make a decision after reading Fourth Master's wife's 'response' today."

"Yes, Master."

Wang bowed again, and taking advantage of the still dim morning light, she swayed and disappeared back into the shadows.

They disappeared silently from the room.

Mo Yu, a mortal, stretched and stopped studying his Yang spiritual root. Instead, he began to ponder another question.

How can I "reasonably" hand over the Five Thunder Technique given to me by the Battle Maniac to Han Li?

(End of this chapter)