Chapter 116: Falling Out

Upon hearing this, Han Li yawned and sneered: "Wrong you? What a big tone you have. Do you really think I'm afraid of your Mo estate?"

"If it weren't for the fact that Master Mo was my master for a few days and taught me quite a bit of medicine, and that bullying women doesn't sound good... Hmph! Just based on you lot? I could kill everyone in your entire estate with one hand!" Han Li's words were bone-chilling, and his expression turned sinister.

Han Li had made up his mind. Since he couldn't trick the precious jade out of the Mo estate, he would have to resort to forceful means to deal with the poison in his body. He intended to show off some of his skills so that Mistress Yan and the others would know his power, and then forcibly demand the "Warm Sun Precious Jade."

When Mistress Yan and the others first heard Han Li's harsh words, their expressions were initially stunned, but then they sneered. The Third Mistress, Liu, even laughed so hard she bent over.

Clearly, these women didn't believe a word Han Li said. But before long, the smiles on their faces froze completely.

Because at this moment, Han Li extended a finger, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared on his fingertip. As soon as this fire-ball, the size of a wine cup, appeared, the temperature in the entire room rose sharply, making the women feel as if they had entered the scorching heat of summer.

Then Han Li looked coldly at the opposite side, intending to find an object to serve as a target for his "Fireball Technique" to let these women know his power. But he didn't expect that before he could act, Mistress Li couldn't help but cry out, "Cultivator!" with a look of fear on her face.

The others also turned pale with fright, and even the cold-looking Fifth Mistress was moved, her gaze toward Han Li filled with astonishment.

The fact that these women knew about cultivators actually surprised Han Li, but his expression became even gloomier.

"Are you really a cultivator?" The Third Mistress, Liu, widened her beautiful eyes and asked, half-believing.

Han Li snorted and, without a word, flicked his finger. The fireball "whooshed" and struck the table beside Mistress Liu, instantly reducing it to ashes.

This action scared Mistress Liu's face completely white. She hurriedly stood up and retreated several steps away from the ashes before stopping, still shaken. If other men had seen this delicate, vulnerable expression, they would surely have gone crazy for her.

Unfortunately, Han Li couldn't care about appreciating this scene. He was now staring at Mistress Li, who had called out the name "cultivator," and asked in a sinister voice: "Second Mistress, how do you know about cultivators? Could it be that you've seen other cultivators before?"

"I..." Mistress Li became terrified, deeply wary of Han Li's identity as a cultivator.

"Don't ask Second Sister anymore. I'll tell you about cultivators!" Mistress Yan leaned back, closed her eyes with a look of exhaustion, and interrupted Han Li's questioning.

"Oh! Can you tell me about it?" Han Li rubbed his nose, his expression softening slightly.

"There's nothing to hide. Many people in Jiayuan City know of the existence of cultivators." Mistress Yan said with a bitter smile after opening her eyes.

"Some people have even witnessed the battles of cultivators outside the city. I've heard they can summon wind and rain, conjure fire and spray mist; they are all like living immortals." Mistress Yan looked at Han Li with a strange gaze as she said this.

"So that's how it is!" Han Li patted the back of his head. He had forgotten that Jiayuan City wasn't a small place like Caixia Mountain; it didn't seem strange at all for cultivators to have appeared here. Hadn't he seen a man in blue just yesterday?

"Then did Master Mo also know of the existence of cultivators?" Han Li suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course he knew. My husband was also one of those who had witnessed the battles of cultivators with his own eyes." Mistress Yan felt there was nothing to hide and answered casually.

"I was wondering why Doctor Mo was so obsessed with cultivation; it turns out he had long since seen true cultivators. Unfortunately, he didn't have spiritual roots, and all his scheming was in vain, only benefiting me in the end." Han Li couldn't help but sigh.

However, Han Li suddenly felt it was a bit strange. Why was Mistress Yan so obedient right now? She answered whatever he asked without any temper. Han Li didn't believe that she would completely submit just because he was a cultivator.

Han Li observed Mistress Yan's expression carefully and finally discovered that beneath her seemingly calm expression, there was a hint of anxiety.

"Are they trying to stall for time?" Han Li frowned and released his spiritual sense, but there were no signs of outsiders breaking into the vicinity of the small building.

Han Li's eyes rolled, and he suddenly stood up, walking around the room and examining his surroundings.

Everything seemed unsuspicious. The items in the room were simple, consisting only of tables and chairs, all identical to yesterday's, except for a pair of white candles that had been burning for a while.

"Candles?" Han Li's gaze fell upon them. At first, Han Li thought they were just burning them during the day to pay respects to Doctor Mo, so he didn't pay much attention. But thinking about it now, if they were really paying respects to their husband, why wasn't there any incense? This was somewhat abnormal.

Thinking of this, Han Li sniffed carefully and finally caught a scent similar to sandalwood in the air. This fragrance was too faint; if he hadn't been paying attention, he would never have noticed it.

Mistress Yan and the others looked unnatural when Han Li looked at the candles, and their expressions changed drastically when Han Li sniffed the air. At this moment, Han Li laughed, and he laughed very heartily.

"What's so funny? Even if you've discovered the mechanism in the candles, it's already too late. This is the 'Thousand-Man Drunken' poison. Ordinary people who smell it will become limp and weak, and martial artists will lose their internal energy and martial arts. Even if you are a cultivator, you cannot stay in this room for long without being affected." Mistress Yan couldn't hold back and tried to probe him.

"Nothing, I just feel that my luck is quite good!" Han Li smiled.

"When I was at the Seven Mysteries Sect, I often heard people talk about the devious ways of the Jianghu, and the poisons and intoxicating scents left the deepest impression on me. Because I not only suffered from them, but these things are also impossible to guard against, and even ordinary people can easily kill great masters with them. For this reason, I racked my brains and finally came up with a clumsy method to prevent intoxicating drugs and poisons." Han Li said with some pride.

Mistress Yan and the others looked at each other in dismay. There was such a method? How could this be possible? But the fact that he hadn't fallen down yet was also true. Now, their faces had turned completely white.

"As for what method..." Han Li saw the women couldn't help but prick up their ears to listen, and he couldn't help but chuckle: "I don't intend to tell you! Because I don't have the habit of revealing my secrets to enemies!" Han Li's expression was serious.

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