Mortal: Transmigrated into Han Li, becoming a person with five spiritual roots

At midnight, at the Mo residence.

In the darkness, two ghostly figures were rapidly approaching the Mo residence.

Even though the Mohist school is gradually declining, it is still a force to be reckoned with. Along the way, Han Li encountered at least a dozen hidden sentries, plus patrol teams, so the security was extremely tight.

No matter how many guards there were, they were still just mortals. Han Li, who had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, easily passed through the numerous barriers and arrived at the core residence of the Mo family.

Han Li stopped in front of a brightly lit room.

"Hehehe, Caihuan, just give in to me, and I'll treat you well."

Inside the room, the handsome man from earlier in the day was slowly approaching a woman with a wicked grin.

The woman had fair skin, gentle eyebrows and eyes, slightly moist cherry lips, and a simple white dress that hugged her slender waist, outlining her exquisite figure. Her eyes were captivating and alluring.

If Mo Juren were here, he would recognize that this was his second daughter, Mo Caihuan.

"Wu Jianming, stay away from me! When did you barge in?! Where is Big Sister? She was clearly..."

Seeing Wu Jianming approaching, Mo Caihuan looked flustered. Halfway through her sentence, she seemed to realize something and quickly shut up.

"Caihuan, you should just give in to me. Before long, the Mo family will be mine. Then, I can make you my first wife, hahaha."

Wu Jianming grabbed Mo Caihuan's wrist.

"Don't come any closer! Let go!"

Mo Caihuan struggled fiercely, but her slender wrists were firmly held and she could not break free.

In desperation, Mo Caihuan bit Wu Jianming's arm.

"what!"

Wu Jianming cried out in pain and released her.

Looking at his bleeding arm, Wu Jianming's face turned cruel, and he raised his hand to slap Mo Caihuan.

"Snapped!"

After a crisp sound, Mo Caihuan fell to the ground, a trickle of blood slowly emerging from the corner of her mouth; it was clear that she had used internal force in that palm strike.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Jianming grabbed Mo Caihuan by the neck and forced her into a corner: "You bitch, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."

"To tell you the truth, I've already replaced the guards around here. Tonight, screaming your lungs out won't do any good. You'd better just submit to me!"

Wu Jianming reached his hand downwards, and Mo Caihuan, who was only wearing a thin veil, was about to succeed.

"Who said that!"

With a loud bang, the door shattered into several pieces. Han Li slowly walked into the room and saw Wu Jianming, who was preparing to take the next step.

Upon seeing someone barge in, Wu Jianming's face immediately showed signs of panic.

He had already replaced all the guards and bribed one of the stewards of the Mo family, so how could anyone possibly ruin his plans?

Wu Jianming forced himself to remain calm and said, "I am Wu Jianming, the last disciple of Elder Mo. Who are you, and what brings you to the Mo residence so late at night?"

Han Li's lips curled into a cold smile: "You can't possibly be Mo Juren's disciple, because I am."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Hun behind him turned into a blur and instantly appeared in front of Wu Jianming, snapping his neck.

......

The Mo residence is an inconspicuous two-story pavilion.

Although it was far less ornate than the main hall, the security here was exceptionally tight. Han Li scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that there were twenty or thirty guards around.

At this moment, Han Li was standing respectfully inside the pavilion.

Seated at the head of the table was a beautiful woman in her thirties, carefully reading a letter in her hand.

According to what Master Mo said in his letter, this person's surname is Yan and she is the second wife of the Mo family. If you look closely, you will find that Mo Caihuan and the beautiful woman have a similar appearance.

Beside him, Mo Caihuan stood quietly, glancing at Han Li every now and then, and lowering her head as if she had been electrocuted when she was discovered.

She had already removed the veil, revealing a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her skin as white as jade, her figure slender, and her eyes filled with gentleness.

gorgeous!

Han Li couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"snort!"

After reading the letter, Madam Yan noticed Han Li's subtle actions towards her daughter and interrupted him with a cold snort.

"Are you really his last disciple?"

"Before he died of poisoning, he asked me to betroth my daughter to you, and to give you the Warm Sun Jade as a dowry, in exchange for your favor towards the Mo family?"

Hearing Madam Yan's words, Han Li felt a sense of déjà vu.

Isn't this the script of that treacherous Wu Jianming? Looking back, it's so similar to my own experience!

"Indeed, madam, everything stated in the letter is true."

"May I be struck by lightning if I utter even half a lie."

Although somewhat embarrassed, Han Li still spoke with conviction.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud bang was heard in the air.

Han Li touched his nose somewhat awkwardly.

"Now that you have eliminated the traitor Wu Jianming and are the son-in-law chosen by your husband, you will be family from now on, so there is no need for formalities."

Madam Yan revealed a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, Mo Caihuan looked up at Han Li standing in front of the hall again, her cheeks flushing pink.

"Should I really marry him? He's not particularly handsome, but... since Father has his eye on him, it seems like..."

Mo Caihuan was lost in thought and couldn't even hear her mother calling her.

"Colorful rings!"

"Ah! Mother."

Madam Yan called out several times before Mo Caihuan finally came to her senses.

"Caihuan, why aren't you going to invite the other ladies and young ladies over?"

"oh."

Hearing her mother's order, Mo Caihuan was somewhat reluctant, but she still ran out.

...

Soon, footsteps could be heard outside.

"Caihuan, I heard there's news about your husband. Is it true? That deadbeat has been gone for over ten years, completely ignoring our loneliness and emptiness."

Before the person even entered the room, a woman's voice, extremely alluring, rang out.

Han Li was stunned when he heard the sweet voice. He hadn't expected that Elder Mo would have such a wife.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

Several women walked in one after another, with Mo Caihuan following at the back.

The woman in the lead was around thirty years old, with a beautiful face and a cold expression. She sat down without saying a word after entering the room.

Han Li then turned his gaze to the young woman who looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

The moment Han Li saw the woman's face clearly, his head buzzed, and he was momentarily stunned.

Her skin was as white as jade, her lips were rosy red, her hips were rounded, her waist and abdomen were firm, and her clothes clung to her body. When she walked, her waist swayed slightly, making her irresistible.

Her every move exudes the charm and allure of a sophisticated young woman.

Han Li was somewhat lost in thought when a cool sensation suddenly surged from his dantian, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

"The person before us is the Fourth Madam Liu. She is so beautiful that she could bring ruin to the country. It is truly hateful that Mo Juren has such good fortune with women."

Han Li looked the young woman in front of him over again and thought to himself, "What a vixen."

Seeing that Han Li had regained consciousness so quickly, a hint of curiosity flashed in Liu's eyes.

She had no doubt about her charm; it was easy for most men to be completely infatuated with her.

For example, Wu Jianming was quite polite when he first came to the Mo family, but after a few days he showed his true colors.

The imposter in front of me woke up so quickly, could it be the real one?

Thinking of this, Liu put away her coquettish manner and sat down next to Madam Yan.

The three young women behind them were undoubtedly Mo Juren's three daughters.

Seeing that the Mo family had all arrived, Madam Yan, seated at the head of the table, remained silent for a moment before her tone changed abruptly: "Guards, close the door! No one is allowed to enter without my permission!"

"yes!"

At Madam Yan's command, the doors and windows of the attic were immediately closed, and many more dark figures appeared around.

Fortunately, Han Li sensed the area and did not detect any cultivators.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Mo Caihuan was somewhat puzzled.

The other two ladies also looked solemn.

"Han Li, you claim to be Ju Ren's last disciple, is that true or not?"

Madam Yan ignored Mo Caihuan's words and instead spoke to Han Li in an icy tone.

"Exactly."

Han Li remained calm.

Madam Yan stared at Han Li for a long time before finally saying, "Han Li, how dare you! You killed your husband and still dare to come back!"