"Han Li, you truly are a man who can bend and stretch. But, do you really think there's any chance I'll let you go?" The young doctor's face broke into a warm, radiant smile—one so bright it could make any woman go wild. Yet the tone of his voice startled Han Li. It carried an indefinable magnetism, soothing and pleasant, a world away from the dry, bitter tone he'd first heard. Clearly, his voice was no less impressive than his appearance. The doctor's first time directly addressing Han Li by name—though it wasn't exactly good news—gave him a sense of recognition that far surpassed the constant use of "young man" or "boy." This small gesture lightened Han Li's mood considerably. Visually, the current Master Mo is truly flawless, with every gesture and movement exuding grace—indeed, a perfect gentleman, completely transformed from his once-elderly self. It's no surprise that back in his day, he must have captivated countless female martial heroes with his striking appearance. "Alright, just tell me clearly—what exactly do you want from me?" Han Li, naturally a man, didn't feel obliged to be courteous simply because the other person was handsome. Moreover, the tone of the latter's words carried no softness or leniency toward him, so there was no point in offering him a pleasant demeanor. "What do you mean? Hehe!" Master Mo moved his now-revived limbs with ease, stretched his long, lean back, smiled, and remained silent—neither answering Han Li's question nor responding to his inquiry. Instead, he drew out another object from his sleeve. This time, it was a small package folded from silk. The fabric shimmered with a vibrant, fiery hue, radiant and striking, with each thread and stitch appearing especially refined—clearly no ordinary item. What could be inside this silk wrapping? Might it be another strange object, like a blade of silver? Han Li momentarily forgot to ask the doctor further, his curiosity piqued. The doctor didn’t leave Han Li guessing for long. With a few quick movements, he untied the silk wrapping and carefully extracted a crumpled yellow sheet of paper. Han Li seemed somewhat disappointed, yet his mind instantly sharpened, his attention fully focused. He knew well that the more unobtrusive something appeared, the more likely it held unexpected uses. Since the doctor now presented a simple sheet of paper, it surely wasn’t for ordinary purposes. Given the series of strange occurrences previously described, there was clearly something significant at play. The doctor gently held the yellow paper between two fingers, carefully smoothing it out slightly. Only then did Han Li examine it closely. The sheet was small, about the size of a palm, cut into a long strip, and its color had grown somewhat faded, as though it had been in use for many years. What stood out most was the shimmering silver paint depicting several strange symbols, whose forms were peculiar and unfamiliar to Han Li. As soon as he glanced at them, he felt as though some mysterious force had stirred within him, prompting even his Changle Gong to begin subtly awakening—almost as if awakened by the symbols themselves—leaving Han Li utterly astonished. Noticing something was amiss, Han Li immediately focused his full attention on the characters, striving to uncover their hidden significance. The symbols, though winding and irregular, seemed to follow an underlying pattern, both in arrangement and form, concealing something profound. Yet, with the time at his disposal being so brief, Han Li simply could not make sense of them in the short time available. At that very moment, Doctor Mo had already reached before Han Li. He saw Han Li staring intently at the yellow scroll in his hands, as if utterly enchanted, and a touch of pity flickered in his eyes. Yet this expression passed swiftly, and he soon returned to his usual demeanor. Lowering his head slightly, he pressed his mouth close to Han Li's ear and spoke in a soft, slow voice: "Han Li, don't blame me—I have no choice. You must now take your departure and be reborn. This body is mine." "What? What do you mean by that?" Han Li was jolted from his deep concentration, his spirit soaring into the heavens as if struck by lightning. He had a vague sense that the most dire fate imaginable was about to befall him. Ignoring the threat posed by the towering man behind him, Han Li began to shake and struggle violently. Several small items on his person still remained—if he could retrieve them, perhaps he could create enough chaos to gain a chance of escape. "Iron servant, hold him steady—don't let him move." Unfortunately, as the cold command from Doctor Mo issued, even Han Li's final resistance was silenced. Two massive hands, like small mountains, increased their pressure and firmly pressed against his shoulders, leaving him immobile. Sweat beads the size of soybeans rolled down Han Li's temples, dripping steadily from his forehead. He widened his eyes, clenched his lips tightly, and watched helplessly as the doctor recited his incantations. The yellow scroll held in the doctor's fingers began to flutter gently, even without a breeze. One after another, the silver symbols on the scroll slowly illuminated, radiating a mysterious silver glow. Though his body could not move, Han Li remained fully aware—clearly, the moment all the symbols were lit would mark the time when the doctor would take action against him. Master Mo looked solemn, gazing intently at the yellow scroll. When even the last symbol emitted a silvery glow, a faint smile broke upon his face. Then, following a specific gesture, he held the scroll aloft and waved it several times in the air. Suddenly, the character "Ding" burst forth from his lips, like the sound of thunder. At the same time, the scroll was pressed firmly against Han Li's forehead, adhering tightly to it. As soon as the scroll touched his skull, Han Li felt as though he had lost control over his body—his eyelids would no longer move, and he was completely unaware of his limbs, though he could still see and hear. His consciousness, however, felt like that of a stranger, unable to direct or influence his physical form, as though he were a mere puppet. This sensation was entirely different from the experience of being pinned with acupuncture points. When one is pinned, although one cannot move, one still retains a sense of numbness and awareness of the body. Han Li grew increasingly alarmed. He had no idea how the other intended to prepare him—how to seize control of his body. Had this already been a success? "Don't worry—your body still has a little while left." Doctor Mo seemed to be telling him deliberately, as if speaking to himself. (Starting today, please try to update twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Book-loving friends are clapping and welcoming you—don't forget to vote!)