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

Chapter 8: The Massacre and Departure

Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That night, at midnight, in Xiaoxiang Courtyard.

A figure in black was observing the sign from a distance.

"If it weren't for the lively atmosphere inside, I would have thought it was some young lady's private quarters!"

Han Li looked at the plaque of Xiaoxiang Academy and felt that the name seemed somewhat familiar.

"Perhaps most brothels have similar names; Xiaoxiang and Yihong are not much different."

Unable to recall, Han Li gave up and lightly leaped onto the roof.

This was only the first time, but Han Li felt he was becoming more and more skilled.

As soon as he approached Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the sounds of musical instruments, giggles, panting, and other noises reached his ears, almost causing Han Li's Dao heart to waver.

Inside a private room at Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Shen Chongshan was in a very good mood.

As the owner of the Duba Manor, he was overwhelmed by trivial matters during the day.

At that moment, Shen Chongshan was holding a beautiful and voluptuous woman in his arms, his rough hands groping her haphazardly.

Perhaps she had touched something sensitive, because the beautiful woman kept giggling.

"Miss Jinzhi, why don't you give in to me today? I'm truly devoted to you."

Shen Chongshan drank another cup of wine that Jinzhi handed him, stroked the smooth skin on her waist, and said slowly.

At this moment, his cheeks were flushed, and he was extremely hungry and thirsty.

Upon hearing Shen Chongshan's words, Jinzhi's eyes immediately welled up with tears, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

"Master Shen, the first time I saw you, I knew you were a hero, and I've already fallen for you."

"But Master Shen knows that my body belongs to this Xiaoxiang Courtyard. Without the permission of Wang Ma in the courtyard, if Jinzhi were to receive guests without authorization, she would probably be beaten to death."

After saying that, Jinzhi actually managed to squeeze out two tears from the corners of her eyes.

She had said similar things many times before, and she knew them by heart.

"My beauty, my darling, please stop crying."

Shen Chongshan quickly comforted him.

He had asked the madam, but she demanded an exorbitant price because Jinzhi was a prostitute.

Although he had done many things by force, there were undercurrents in Jiayuan City, so it was best not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Once I've swallowed up the Mo family's assets, what if I force myself on them!"

Shen Chongshan stroked Jin Zhi's smooth, beautiful legs, unconsciously increasing the pressure on his hands.

But he didn't know that there was no tomorrow.

"Bring the wine."

Just as Shen Chongshan picked up his wine glass, he noticed a man in black had appeared beside him without his knowledge.

"There's an assassin!"

Before the words could even leave his throat, a flash of light appeared.

next moment.

Shen Zhongshan's vision suddenly flipped, and he fell from the sky.

He saw Jinzhi, whose face had turned pale, and a headless corpse holding Jinzhi.

"I......"

Shen Chongshan's face was filled with fear as his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

Jinzhi had never seen anything like this before. She covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

A few drops of blood fell on her snow-white chest, like plum blossoms in the snow.

"Shhh."

Han Li put his index finger to his lips. Seeing that Jin Zhi held back her voice, he flashed and disappeared from the room.

He was too kind; he couldn't bring himself to silence them.

Moments later, the entire Xiaoxiang Courtyard was in chaos.

Before long, similar scenes appeared at the headquarters of the Five Colors Gate and the Duba Manor.

The assassinations of the leaders of the three major gangs in Lanzhou quickly attracted widespread attention.

The Mo family immediately released a message that Wu Jianming, Mo Juren's closed-door disciple, had also died, which reduced the number of people who were spying on the incident.

But those in the know understand that this is how the Mohists managed to curry favor with a powerful figure.

Shen Chongshan had no children, and after his death, the manor fell into chaos.

The Five Colors Sect does have an heir, but he is not well-received and has fallen into internal strife.

The Mohists seized the opportunity to take over most of the properties owned by both parties in Jiayuan City.

......

A few days later, in the pavilion of the Mo residence.

Having eliminated the Mo family's mortal enemy, Han Li prepared to leave.

Han Li was originally very interested in becoming the son-in-law of the Mo family and enjoying a life of luxury.

After all, he had a vast family fortune and a stunningly beautiful woman by his side—something he could never have imagined in his previous life.

But after that night, Han Li's desires remained, though he had calmed down considerably.

"Young Master Han, what do you think of the looks of my daughters?"

Madam Yan looked at Han Li expressionlessly, seemingly lost in thought.

"Naturally beautiful, with unparalleled charm."

Han Li poured himself a cup of tea, glanced at the faces of the three Mo family women, and praised them without any reservation.

"Young Master Han saved the Mo family from dire straits, so as promised in the letter, I will marry all three of my daughters to you as wives and concubines. At that time, the entire Mo family will naturally belong to you!"

"how?"

Madam Yan pointed at Mo Caihuan and the other two women and said earnestly.

"Second mother!"

Mo Yuzhu and Mo Fengwu's expressions changed drastically. Madam Yan had not discussed this with them beforehand, and besides, Han Li was of average appearance and not the ideal husband they had in mind.

Mo Caihuan only looked somewhat panicked.

"Shut up! Your aunt and I have already made up our minds about this, and there's no going back."

Madam Yan slammed her hand on the table and said in a cold voice.

Han Li stared at Mo Caihuan for a while. Today, she was wearing a pale yellow dress, looking elegant and beautiful.

Noticing that Han Li was staring at her, Mo Caihuan lowered her head shyly, revealing her fair and delicate neck.

"I appreciate your kind intentions, Madam."

"Although I am a vulgar man, fond of beautiful women and greedy for power and wealth, my future is uncertain, and I fear that I will let down these young ladies, so I'd better give up."

Madam Yan married her daughter to him simply to use her power as a cultivator to protect the Mo family.

But he was capable of genuine feelings, and compared to having a beautiful woman in his arms, what Han Li found even more unbearable was the thought of his beloved dying in his embrace.

Upon hearing Han Li's answer, the people in the room all turned their heads slightly.

Yan squinted at him, but couldn't see anything.

"You're not acting like a man! Are you afraid the Mohists will eat you up?"

Liu's expression remained as alluring as ever, but the smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to carry a hint of bitterness.

"If the ladies are worried about the safety of the Mo family, I do have a solution."

Han Lili pointed outside the door, where the figure of a burly man could be seen in and out of sight.

......

The next day, before dawn, a thin mist hung in the air.

Han Li led a fast horse from the Mo residence, preparing to leave.

"Old Mo, I originally intended to take care of your wife and daughters, but I didn't get any benefits and even lost my 'good brother'."

Fortunately, Han Li never intended to bring Qu Hun into the cultivation world, after all, he didn't know if she would be recognized, and what if she was mistaken for an evil cultivator...

Looking back at the Mo residence, Han Li closed his eyes, and beautiful women flashed past him.

pity.

"Brother Han! Wait for me!"

Just as Han Li was about to mount his horse, a voice came from behind him.

A figure slowly emerged from the thin mist, chasing after Han Li.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the Ink Ring.

"What's wrong, Miss Mo? Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Han Li looked at the woman and smiled.

Today, Mo Caihuan wore a light pink dress, her hair was slightly disheveled, and beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead. She was slightly out of breath, which added to her delicate appearance.

"Brother Han, don't joke with me."

Mo Caihuan's voice is soft and gentle, making it very pleasant to listen to.

"I just wanted to say thank you for saving the Mo family."

"Miss Mo, don't worry about it."

Upon hearing Mo Caihuan's words, Han Li put away his usual smile and looked at her calmly.

"Where are you going next?"

"I haven't met any other cultivators before, and I want to find some of my own kind."

After they finished speaking, the two stood there quietly, both seemingly having something to say, but neither of them spoke.

The fog seemed to be getting thicker.

"By the way, Miss Mo, this is the 'Essentials of Medical Skills' left by your father. I'll leave it to you."

"Brother Han, will you come back?"

Mo Caihuan took the book, a hint of tears glistening in her eyes.