Seeing Sun Er-gou's face slick with cold sweat, Han Li knew the moment had arrived and thus softened his expression. "That's enough. From now on, continue to be your esteemed Master Sun. Unless something urgent arises, I won't bother you again. But I'm not sure when—or even if—I'll see you again after today. So take good care of this item. Should you ever have descendants, they may use it to recognize me. As long as your heirs are willing to serve me, I will ensure their prosperity for life." Han Li then produced a simple blank scroll, tore it crisply in two with a swift motion, and handed one half to Sun Er-gou, keeping the other for himself. Upon hearing Han Li's words, Sun Er-gou first looked astonished, then beamed with joy, and in excitement knelt before Han Li, bowing deeply three times. After rising, he looked at him with earnest determination and said: "Thank you, sir, for your great kindness!" Please rest assured, Master. As a descendant of the Sun family, my branch will henceforth honor you as our paramount patron, forever faithful, without any reversal. Should we fail in this pledge, our entire clan shall face a calamitous extinction. With that, Sun Er-gou bowed once more, then rose with a respectful demeanor. Sun Er-gou now truly served him wholeheartedly, and the difference from mere formalities was obvious. "Very well. Since you have now fully pledged your loyalty to me, I will naturally offer you greater benefits. Take these two pills. One treats all kinds of internal and external injuries—as long as the person still has breath, they can be saved. The other is the detoxifying pill you received earlier, capable of neutralizing a hundred poisons throughout the world; keep it for your own safety." Han Li flicked his hand, and two delicate porcelain bottles appeared in his palm. He then calmly tossed them to Sun Er-gou. Sun Er-gou was deeply grateful, convinced that he had made the right choice. Han Li then gave Sun Er-gou a few more instructions before gracefully departing from the headquarters of the Si-Ping Guild. This backup route should be kept open—who knows when it might come in handy? Han Li silently thought to himself. Standing outside on the street, he looked up and saw that the sky had now turned completely black—just the right time to head to the Li estate. With a subtle shift of his body, Han Li summoned his vehicle and soared into the sky, arriving above the Li estate in no time. Under the dark night, he descended smoothly and effortlessly, then consecutively cast several concealment spells, vanishing silently into the Li estate’s courtyard. Thanks to his experience of infiltrating the Xinwang Palace, Han Li skillfully used a Calm Spirit Seal to immobilize a capable master guard, then employed the Spirit Control Technique to inquire about the whereabouts of the Master of the Five-Colored Sect. To his great delight, the Master of the Five-Colored Sect was not in the heavily guarded inner quarters, but had instead gone to a side pavilion where his two sons resided—seeming to be discussing matters there. Once he learned the exact location of the pavilion, Han Li did not hesitate and launched a single fiery ball, reducing it to ashes. Since this person has heard his accent and words, it would be better not to show mercy and to keep him alive. Subsequently, Han Li dodged through numerous clear and concealed sentries and arrived at the entrance of a substantial courtyard. Yet to Han Li's surprise, four white-robed figures stood motionless before the tightly closed courtyard gate. Their temples were prominently swollen, their eyes shining with intense vitality—clearly all highly skilled martial artists. Han Li furrowed his brow. It seemed these were the personal attendants of the Five-Color Gate Master. Now that all of them were stationed outside, the Five-Color Gate Master must indeed be present here. Han Li coldly gazed at the four guards, paused for a moment, then suddenly flashed forward, appearing before them. The four white-robed figures were startled and prepared to act, but as Han Li shifted again, he simultaneously materialized into four phantom forms, each extending a gentle palm to strike them at the same time. Instantly, these three fell lifeless, each with a brilliant ice spear piercing their hearts, their bodies still covered in a layer of white frost. Han Lin calmly cast fire balls to consume the bodies, then strode grandly through the wooden gate into the courtyard. On his way here, he had thoroughly searched the entire Li estate with his divine awareness, only to find not a single cultivator—this reassured him and ignited his resolve. Clearly, the five-colored gate's master truly was destined to fall at his hands. Han Lin had already decided: as soon as he entered the courtyard, he would eliminate every living being within. Should any survivors remain, and the cultivators from the Spirit Beast Mountain discover them, it would no longer be a mere matter of chance. Thinking thus, he entered the courtyard with a fierce aura of determination—only to stand still, stunned, upon seeing the scene. In the courtyard, a young woman was cradling a toddler of about two or three years old, gently singing a lullaby to soothe her to sleep. Though the woman kept her head lowered so her face was not visible, her voice was exceptionally gentle and full of tenderness, making even the newcomer Han Li clearly feel her deep affection for the girl. This scene came as a complete surprise to Han Li, who found his full intent of vengeance gradually dissipating, feeling as though he were at a loss for what to do next. The woman was indeed the Lady Consort of the younger gate master, yet how had Sun Er-gou failed to inform him that they also had a child? Since Han Li had not concealed his entrance, the lady, though looking down, still sensed someone had arrived. Thus, she paused her soothing lullaby and said with a touch of displeasure, "Didn't I tell you to stay outside and not come in casually? Any sudden movement would wake my daughter, Yingning." Upon finishing, she raised her head coldly, clearly treating Han Li as one of the four guards from outside. When the young wife and Han Li exchanged glances and fully recognized each other, both of them gasped in astonishment. "Is it really you?" "How could you be here?" ...The young wife's expression shifted from uncertain to gloomy. Her face, once radiant with beauty, now clouded over, and a touch of nervousness and disarray crept into her demeanor—much as if she had been caught in the act of infidelity, discovered right in the midst of it. It was truly rather comical. Han Li, on the other hand, showed no smile at all; his face was pale and strained. After a while, Han Li finally exhaled a long-held breath and said coldly, "Should I call you Master Sister Mu, or should I address you as Lady Li? Master Sister Mu?" This young woman was indeed the eldest of the Mu sisters, the extraordinary beauty who once enchanted all the young gentlemen of Jia Yuan City to such an extent that they lost their appetite for meals and their ability to concentrate. Though now dressed as a young wife, her breathtaking beauty had not diminished in the slightest, and instead radiated a captivating charm that could send men into a frenzy. Mo Yu Zhu heard Han Li say this and immediately turned pale, her body swaying slightly, nearly falling to the ground with her child in her arms. "Yu Zhu! How did I hear voices from outside? Who is speaking with me?" It seemed the people inside the room had sensed the disturbance, and a voice familiar to Han Li came through. Then the door opened, revealing an elderly man with white hair and a young man in his thirties. The young man was the one Han Li had met briefly at the "Xiang Family Restaurant" earlier that day. The elderly man, with snow-white hair and a rosy complexion, had a kind and gentle demeanor, yet his expression changed slightly upon seeing Han Li. "Is this the master of the Wu Se Men?" Han Li coldly glanced at the elder and directly asked Mo Yu Zhu. But at this moment, Mo Yu Zhu had no heart for words—she only clutched the little girl tightly in her arms, staring fixedly at Han Li, as if she would never speak again. "Who are you? What have you done to my wife?" Upon seeing a young man standing in the courtyard, the young man was already stunned. When he heard Han Li directly call Mo Yu Zhu by name, his anger flared even more. He swayed slightly, ready to launch an attack on Han Li. Yet before he could take a single step, the Master of the Wuxi Sect stepped forward and firmly pulled him back, speaking with remarkable composure: "Such a mature man should be more composed! He managed to pass through the combined efforts of Li Da and his companions without a sound—this man must be no ordinary one. Don't fall for someone's deliberate provocation." Indeed, experience still counts! Just observing the Master's careful judgment reveals his true exceptional nature. If Han Li were truly a Foundation Stage cultivator, Mo Yu Zhu would certainly have felt a sharp sense of alertness and regarded him as a serious rival. Yet unfortunately, he was merely an ordinary mortal. No matter how deep his schemes, he was simply never regarded by Han Li as anything more than a mere figure in the background, especially in the face of absolute power.