Mortal, I have an immortality lottery panel.

Although Lin Yue didn't say it explicitly, Han Li could already guess what was about to happen in the house, so he left Shenshou Valley as instructed, but did not leave the Seven Mysteries Sect.

Because he knew very well that unless he could take his family far away and make it impossible for Mo Juren to find him, leaving the Seven Mysteries Sect would be pointless.

Therefore, he could only wait for the final result, but even so, he secretly made a lot of preparations just in case.

……

In Mo Juren's house

Looking at Lin Yue, whose figure was tall and slender, whose appearance was exceptionally handsome, and whose expression remained completely unchanged, Mo Juren's eyes showed admiration and appreciation.

When did you find out?

"I've always known that, which is why I became your disciple, Master."

Lin Yue had no intention of hiding anything, but his words made Mo Juren's eyes narrow slightly, and he stared at Lin Yue in shock. He naturally understood that Lin Yue was telling the truth.

This shocked and amazed him, but then his eyes darted around as if he had thought of something, and he said uncertainly,

"Is it a treasure you possess?"

"Oh! So Master also saw that I possessed a treasure. Master truly lives up to his reputation as the former overlord of Lanzhou and the president of the Jingjiao Society, Mo Juren. Even though I was so careful, you still managed to detect it. I truly admire you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue feigned surprise and asked.

His words surprised Mo Juren even more, and his face immediately darkened. He said coldly.

"I didn't expect you to investigate so thoroughly without making a sound. I really underestimated you."

"Master, you flatter me. It's mainly because you taught me so well. If Master is willing to let go now, I promise to do my best to help Master resolve the poison curse in his body. Even if I can't, I will work with my junior brother to take care of Master in his old age and see him off in his final days, and also take good care of our mistresses and three junior sisters."

Lin Yue's expression turned serious, and he made a solemn promise.

"If Master does not agree, I can only attend to Master's funeral first, and then take care of my fellow disciples and mistresses. Master, rest assured, I will never harm my fellow disciples and mistresses, and will ensure that they live a life of abundance and wealth."

This is to express gratitude for Mo Juren's kindness in teaching him medical skills and the "Changchun Gong" (a traditional Chinese medicine technique).

Upon hearing Lin Yue's promise, a hint of emotion flashed in Mo Juren's eyes, but his expression immediately turned cold and stern.

"Then your teacher will also take good care of your family and friends."

"Then thank you very much, Master."

Seeing this, Lin Yue was not surprised. How could a ruthless and ambitious man like Mo Juren give up a plan he had been planning for many years just because of his words?

"However, there is something I need to tell Master. Whether Master believes it or not, I will tell you. This will allow Master to die in peace, and it is my last act of filial piety. Mortals cannot succeed in possessing another body. Therefore, from beginning to end, it was the cultivator's primordial spirit within Master who deceived Master, just to get Master to help him find a suitable body to possess, so that he could obtain everything Master has planned for many years."

"This disciple knows that even if Master believes in this disciple's words, he will never give up. Therefore, if Master has any last words or instructions, please feel free to speak up. Afterwards, this disciple will do his best to arrange for Junior Brother to carry them out, as long as he is capable enough."

Seeing this, Lin Yue's eyes flickered, and he said something that shocked Mo Juren and enraged Yu Tongzi.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Juren's eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at Lin Yue, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Don't believe him; he just wants you to give up."

In an instant, Yu Tongzi’s anxious words rang out, which startled Mo Juren. He could naturally tell who was telling the truth and who was lying!

At this moment, Mo Juren's mind went blank, but he still stared intently at Lin Yue, as if afraid that Lin Yue would take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Lin Yue remained unmoved, seemingly having no intention of launching a sneak attack, showing exceptional respect for his "mentor" who wanted him dead.

"Having a disciple like you, even if I were to die today, I would have no regrets. My only regret is not being able to take good care of my wife and daughter. Therefore, I hope that you can keep your promise and take good care of them."

The master and disciple remained silent for a long time before Mo Juren's hoarse voice slowly broke the silence of the room.

At this moment, there was a hint of relief in his voice, but then his gaze sharpened and became unusually cold and menacing, devoid of any emotion, only filled with a chilling killing intent.

"Rest assured, Master. After your passing, I will take care of your wife and daughters. Jingjiao will be entrusted to me. You may depart in peace!"

Seeing this, Lin Yue's last trace of concern vanished. With a flick of his sleeve, seven jet-black needles, each three inches long, shot out, heading straight for Mo Juren's seven vital points: his brow, throat, and heart.

The speed and the sharpness of the airflow from these seven deadly nails surprised even Mo Juren, who was somewhat prepared, and he blurted out.

"Seven Deadly Nails!"

This is a hidden weapon that no one in the Seven Mysteries Sect is allowed to practice except for the sect leader; even most elders are unaware of it.

Lin Yue borrowed an entire bottle of sacred martial arts medicine from the Seven Mysteries Sect Master, all for today.

This move, whether in terms of speed, the indestructible nature of the Seven Deadly Nails, or the intoxication by the Seven Deadly Poisons, is enough to make most martial arts masters die with regret.

But Mo Juren was no ordinary man; he was the overlord of Lanzhou. Although he was shocked that Lin Yue possessed the Seven Deadly Nails.

But his movements were also extremely fast. In his twists and turns, he was like a nimble hummingbird, directly dodging and knocking down four or five vital points that were about to hit him.

Just as Mo Juren was about to knock down the last of the Seven Deadly Nails.

"boom"!

From the corner of the room, a nimble figure, moving with lightning speed, wielding a long sword, rushed out and slashed at his neck. The speed was no less than that of Lin Yue's Seven Deadly Nails.

At this moment, Mo Juren had only two choices: either be struck in a vital point by the Seven Deadly Nails, or have his neck severed by the figure attacking from behind, resulting in his head being separated from his body.

In an instant, Mo Juren made his choice, bending his body to dodge the attack of the Thunderclap Blade from behind.

But with a "ripping" sound, his back and chest were pierced by the Seven Deadly Nails, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground, yet he still did not utter a sound of pain, fully displaying his true nature as a ruthless hero.

Just then, the figure who had launched the sneak attack failed and was about to continue attacking, when Lin Yue shook his head to stop him.

"Master, you've lost."

Having been struck by the Seven Deadly Nails, Mo Juren, who was already on the verge of death, had almost no chance of turning the tide.

The person who was stopped from a sneak attack by Lin Yue was none other than Li Feiyu. With the help of the martial arts holy medicine, Huanglong Pill, Jinsui Pill and pills to conceal his breath given to him by Lin Yue, he had persisted in the underground of the house for more than half a month, all for today.

If Mo Juren discovers him beforehand, he will surely die.

"Very well! As expected of my most valued disciple, you win."

Mo Juren stood up, his face deathly pale, and sat down in the armchair. After a loud laugh, he breathed his last.