One after another, items of odd shapes—familiar or unfamiliar—were retrieved by Han Li and separated into two piles based on their suspicious nature, then placed aside. He began to be increasingly amazed: Doctor Mo's belongings were far more diverse than he had expected, and many of them appeared to be life-threatening. A sleeve arrow capable of severing the artery and causing instant death. A packet of sand soaked in snake venom. Several dozen sharp, precision-designed throwing darts. As the number of items grew, Han Li's breathing grew more rapid. The more carefully he searched, the more astonished he became. It was only then that he realized how fortunate he had been during the initial confrontation with Doctor Mo—had the latter not merely intended to capture him alive, Han Li likely would have perished. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Han Li chuckled to himself, "A living man like me, truly startled by the very items belonging to the dead." Finally completing his search, Han Li began to examine each item in the pile he had deemed suspicious. "The small bottle smells quite unpleasant—it seems to be some kind of remedy, probably nothing to worry about." "This strange weapon, resembling a little wheel—though I'm not sure what it's for—seems unrelated to the giant. I'll set it aside for now." "As for this sachet…" Han Li was handling the items with quiet enthusiasm, speaking to himself as he went. At this moment, he was holding a plain sachet embroidered with simple white silk flowers. In theory, such an ordinary sachet shouldn't raise any suspicion. Yet Han Li believed it was natural for a common person to carry one, but its presence on a figure of such stature as Doctor Mo—such a rising star—was quite out of the ordinary. He first held it in one hand, feeling its light weight—seeming to contain nothing heavy—and then pressed it gently, noting its paper-like texture, as though it concealed sheets of paper inside. Han Li was refreshed. He opened the sachet and, as expected, found several sheets of paper inside. A quick glance revealed the handwriting of Doctor Mo, giving him some confidence. But upon closer inspection, Han Li was stunned—there, written in Doctor Mo’s own hand, was a will, a letter of farewell. Han Li found this surprising, his curiosity piqued. He carefully read through the letters. After finishing, he exhaled deeply, then furrowed his brows, his mind now heavy with concern. He began to walk back and forth, arms behind his back, like an old man, moving aimlessly. Every few steps, he would pause, thinking deeply, then hesitate, before walking again, only to stop and ponder once more. Unconsciously, Han Li moved in circles around Doctor Mo’s body, much like a donkey pulling a millstone, endlessly circling. His face was constantly shifting between red and pale, his inner turmoil evident and uncontrollable. It was astonishing that such a state of mental agitation should be occurring in Han Li—shouldn't厉飞雨 have immediately laughed at him loudly upon learning of it? Han Li's condition stemmed entirely from the will, which had delivered a rather grim news and a difficult dilemma. The remedy for the "corpse worm pill" was not only toxic but of a rare, subtle kind; according to the elders, it could only be neutralized by his family's ancestral "Warm Sun Jade Jewel," and no other known remedies—即便是 the legendary antidotes—could counteract this poison. Thus, on these very pages, the Dr. Mu clearly informed Han Li that this will, along with the previously laid-in poison, was his contingency plan for the worst-case scenario: should he fail in the attempt to take over the body, or should any unforeseen mishap occur, Han Li would undoubtedly survive. To secure his own future, he planned in his letter a simple transaction with Han Li, one that would please both parties—removing his own concerns while bestowing significant wealth and countless advantages upon Han Li. As for whether Yu Zichong would be the last survivor, Doctor Mo had not even considered this at all. In his letter, he spoke of Yu Zichong with condescension, viewing him as not only cold and indifferent, but also fearful and timid, possessing only a modest amount of cleverness. Even as a cultivator, he believed Yu Zichong would achieve little; the one who would ultimately triumph would certainly not be him. When Han Li read this, he could only sigh with quiet amusement. Mo Doctor’s meticulous planning had surely not anticipated that, in the end, he himself would fall into the very trap set by the very person he had always looked down upon. Had it not been for Han Li’s careful concealment of the true progress of the Changchun Technique, he would most likely have perished alongside Mo Doctor, leaving Yu Zichong to reap the benefits without a struggle. Of course, this also stems from the fact that Doctor Mo himself has been so deeply enchanted by his dream of attaining immortality and achieving enlightenment that his mind has grown increasingly hazy. It seems no matter how accomplished a cultivator may be, one should never underestimate them. In his letter, Doctor Mo proposes a simple arrangement: he requests that Han Li visit his home either one or two years later. First, the toxic influence that has afflicted him will begin to manifest after two years; second, he has a wife, concubines, a daughter, and a substantial estate at home. Though he has made extensive preparations and cast a veil of plausible distractions before departing, if he remains absent for an extended period, his fiercely independent subordinates and rivals will inevitably grow suspicious and may even begin to harm his family. Therefore, Han Li must go in time, before matters deteriorate, to protect his wife and children, settle them securely, and ideally ensure that they live a peaceful, ordinary life free from the turmoil of courtly rivalries and martial conflicts. As compensation for his treachery against Han Li and as a token of gratitude to secure Han Li’s goodwill and support, he pledged to marry his daughter to Han Li, with a dowry consisting of half of his entire estate and the "Warm Sun Jade Pearl." The physician had already delivered the pearl to his wife before departure, explicitly designating it as the dowry for his daughter’s marriage. Therefore, Han Li, desiring to preserve his own life, would have to accept the marriage regardless of his initial reluctance. At the same time, he clearly emphasized that his adversaries and rivals were both powerful, and his subordinates were difficult to manage; with Han Li’s current capabilities, directly confronting them might still prove overwhelming. To this end, he carefully arranged two false identities for Han Li within secret compartments of his residence, along with tokens of proof and a personal letter of endorsement, allowing Han Li to choose the one most suitable for him. Additionally, he included in the letter a list of trusted allies, potential suspects, and key rivals, as well as specific matters requiring close attention. Finally, as proof of his genuine intent, he appended the methods for controlling and summoning the "Tall Giant Slave" and the "Cloud-Winged Bird." What puzzled Han Li most was that the other subtly mentioned the Giant Slave was merely a corpse with no soul or spirit—just a hollow, lifeless body—his true soul having already been reborn in a new life. Han Li was thus reassured not to feel sad upon seeing him. This explanation left Han Li somewhat bewildered: had he not always appeared emotionally sensitive and expressive? Nevertheless, even setting aside the matter of his illness, faced with such a substantial fortune, it would be entirely false to claim Han Li remained unmoved. Always highly attuned to financial matters, Han Li had grown deeply interested in the arrangement proposed by the Dr. Mu. As for marrying Dr. Mu's daughter, this stirred a special feeling in Han Li, now at the beginning of his romantic life—given only a glance at Dr. Mu's daughter, one could clearly see that she was far from unattractive. Yet the risks involved were no trivial matter—just one misstep, and even his own life might be at stake. How easy it would be to defeat someone whom the Master Mo regarded as a true adversary! The Master Mo, who had meticulously arranged every detail of his own affairs, now wove a series of interlocking schemes—binding together his life, his beauty, and his vast wealth—to secure the safety of Han Li and his wife and daughter. It seemed Han Li would have no choice but to endure this honey-coated poison, sipping it with a reluctant face.