(Here comes the first update of today. Recently, some readers in book reviews have mentioned that I write too little per chapter, hoping I would write more. To these friends, I first want to express my sincere gratitude—having them enjoy my books truly makes me happy! Yet, Wang Yu is still a novice writer. Currently, managing three updates a day requires me to stay at my desk all day, typing nonstop. I simply cannot write any more. I kindly ask for your understanding! However, once I grow more comfortable with writing, I will be able to produce even more content—practice makes perfect! No further explanations—please continue to support me. Only as long as this book remains on the bestseller list will I have the motivation to keep updating with three updates every day. Please vote for it!) Han Li listened carefully and then raised his head, yawned, and coldly remarked, "Are you blaming me? Such a bold claim—do you really think I'm afraid of your Mo Mansion?" "If it weren't for Master Mo genuinely serving as my teacher for several days, teaching me many medical techniques, and if it weren't for the unflattering reputation of being a woman who's always being treated like a housewife, I "With just one hand, I can wipe out every living soul from your entire household below the mountain!" Han Li spoke with a voice as cold as ice, his expression growing increasingly grim. Having decided that since he could no longer extract the Jade of Warmth from the Mo family, he would have to resort to firm measures to counteract the poison on his body. He intended to display his strength, impressing the Yin family members with his resolve, and then forcibly secure the "Jade of Warmth." When Han Li first delivered his harsh words, the women were initially stunned, but soon turned to sneer—Lady Yan, in particular, laughed so heartily that she bent double. Clearly, they had initially doubted his claims. However, not long after, their smiles froze into stillness. For Han Li now extended a single finger, and suddenly a flame appeared at the tip—forming a fire ball the size of a wine cup. As soon as this flame appeared, the temperature in the room instantly rose, making the women feel as though they had stepped into a scorching summer. Then Han Li coldly gazed at the opposite side, intending to find an object to serve as a target for his "Fire Ball Technique," so that these women might learn a lesson. Yet before he could act, "A cultivator!" Li's voice escaped involuntarily, filled with fear. Everyone else, too, looked pale, even the usually composed Fifth Lady, who now gazed at Han Li with a look of astonishment. These women knew of cultivators—this fact surprised Han Li, though his expression grew even more somber. "Are you truly a cultivator?" Lady Liu, the Third Lady, widened her eyes, speaking with a mixture of doubt. Han Li hummed, then, without further words, gently flicked his finger. The fire ball shot out and struck the table beside Lady Liu, instantly turning it into ashes. This action left Lady Liu's face pale as a sheet. She quickly rose, stepping several paces back behind the ashes before finally stopping, trembling with relief. At that moment, her delicate, fragile expression—so tender and vulnerable—would surely send any other man into a frenzy. Unfortunately, Han Li was too preoccupied to appreciate this scene. He was now fixed on Li’s, the one who had just mentioned the term "immortal cultivator," his voice low and serious. "Second Lady, how did you come to know of the immortal cultivators? Have you even seen others besides this one?" "Me?" Li’s face grew pale with apprehension, deeply intimidated by Han Li’s identity as an immortal cultivator. "Never mind my sister," said Yan Shi, leaning back with a weary expression and closing her eyes. "I’ll tell you everything about the immortal cultivators." "Oh! Would you mind sharing it with me?" Han Li rubbed his nose, his demeanor gradually easing. "There’s no need to hide anything," Yan Shi said with a wry smile. "Many people in Jia Yuan City are already aware of the existence of immortal cultivators." "Even some people outside the city have personally witnessed the duels between cultivators, hearing that they can summon winds and rain, produce fire and mist, and appear like living deities." As she said this, Yan Shi glanced at Han Li with a distinct look. "That makes sense!" Han Li tapped his temple, realizing he had forgotten that Jia Yuan City wasn't a small place like Caixia Mountain—where cultivators had appeared before wasn't unusual. He hadn't even seen a blue-robed figure yesterday! "Does Master Mo also know of the existence of cultivators?" Han Li suddenly recalled something and asked. "Of course. Your husband is one of those who has personally witnessed cultivator duels." Yan Shi felt there was nothing to hide and simply replied. "I always wondered why Master Mo is so passionate about cultivation—now I see, he has actually seen true cultivators in action! Unfortunately, he lacks a spiritual root, so all his efforts have been in vain, and he's ended up benefiting himself." Han Li sighed. Yet, Han Li suddenly found it strange that Yin had been so obedient lately. Whenever he asked a question, she answered promptly and without any resistance. He didn't believe that merely because he was a cultivator, she would completely yield. He carefully observed Yin's expression and finally noticed a subtle sense of restlessness beneath her composed demeanor. Han Li’s gaze settled on the candle. At first, Han Li had thought the guest was merely lighting the candle as a tribute to the late Doctor Mo, so he had paid no attention. But now, recalling that the guest had come to honor her husband yet had not even brought a single incense stick—this seemed rather unusual. As this thought formed, Han Li carefully inhaled, and finally detected a faint scent reminiscent of sandalwood. The aroma was so delicate that it would go unnoticed unless one deliberately paid attention. When Han Li turned his gaze to the candle and then began to breathe deeply, the others—Yan Shi and her companions—felt increasingly uneasy, their faces growing pale. Yet at that moment, Han Li broke into a bright, cheerful smile. "What’s so amusing? Even if you’ve now discovered the mechanism on the candle, it’s too late. This is the medicine 'Thousand People Drunk.' Ordinary people who inhale it will feel their bones loosen, their muscles weaken, and grow increasingly weak. Martial cultivators will lose their vital energy and temporarily lose their skills. Even you, as a cultivator of the Dao, cannot remain unharmed in this room for long." "Yan Shi grew increasingly impatient and spoke cautiously. "Nothing much, I just feel my luck has been rather good!" Han Li smiled. "During my time at Qi Xuan Sect, I often heard people talk about the mysterious practices in the martial world—especially the poisons and perfumed incense that left a deep impression on me. Not only did I personally suffer from them, but they were so pervasive that even ordinary people could easily kill seasoned masters with them. I struggled endlessly to find a solution, and eventually, after much thought, I came up with a rather simple, albeit clumsy, method to prevent such poisons and incense from taking effect." Han Li spoke with a sense of pride. The women present stared at one another, utterly astonished—how could there be such a method? It seemed impossible, especially since the person in question had not yet collapsed. Their faces were now pale as paper. "As for the exact method..." Han Li noticed the women all leaning forward intently, listening to him, and chuckled softly, "I don't intend to tell you. It's simply part of my habit—not to reveal my secrets to my enemies!" His expression was serious and composed.