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Hearing this, Han Li threw his head back and yawned. Then he sneered: "Wronging me? Quite the mouth you have. Do you really think I'm afraid of your Mo Estate?"
"If it weren't for the fact that Doctor Mo was my teacher for a few days and taught me quite a bit of medicine, and that bullying women doesn't sound good... Hmph! Someone like you? I could slaughter every single person in your entire estate down to the last chicken and dog with just one hand!" Han Li's words were bone-chillingly cold, and his expression turned grim.
Han Li had made up his mind. Since he couldn't swindle the Mo Estate out of the Warm Sun Jade, he would have to resort to force to deal with the Yin poison in his body. He planned to show off a little skill, let Madam Yan and the others know the stakes, and then forcefully take the Warm Sun Jade.
Madam Yan and the others were initially stunned by Han Li's harsh words, but then they sneered. The Third Mistress, Liu, laughed so hard she was swaying and bending over.
Clearly, these women didn't believe a word Han Li said. But not long after, the smiles on their faces completely froze.
Because Han Li had stretched out a finger, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared on his fingertip. The moment this wine-cup-sized fireball appeared, the temperature in the entire room shot up, making the women feel as if they had stepped into a sweltering summer.
Then Han Li coldly looked across the room, planning to find an object to use as a target for his "Fire Bullet Technique" to teach these women a lesson. However, before he could even act... "A Cultivator!" Madam Li couldn't help but cry out, a look of fear on her face.
The others also lost their composure. Even the cold-faced Fifth Mistress was visibly moved, looking at Han Li with surprise in her eyes.
These women knew about Cultivators. This actually surprised Han Li, but his expression grew even darker.
"Are you really a Cultivator?" the Third Mistress, Liu, widened her beautiful eyes and asked with a mix of doubt and belief.
Han Li grunted. Without another word, he simply flicked his finger. The fireball "whooshed" over and struck the table beside Liu, reducing it to ashes in the blink of an eye.
This action scared Liu's face stark white. She immediately stood up and stepped back several times from the ashes before coming to a stop, her expression still unsettled. Her pitiful, delicate look at that moment would have probably driven any other man instantly crazy.
Unfortunately, Han Li was in no mood to appreciate the scene. He was now staring at Madam Li, who had called out "Cultivator", and asked in a sinister voice: "Second Mistress, how do you know about Cultivators? Have you seen other Cultivators before?"
"I..." Madam Li was terrified, greatly intimidated by Han Li's identity as a Cultivator.
"Don't question Second Sister anymore. I'll tell you what you want to know about Cultivators!" Madam Yan leaned back, closed her eyes with an expression of exhaustion, and interrupted Han Li's interrogation.
"Oh? Will you tell me?" Han Li rubbed his nose, his expression softening slightly.
"There's nothing to hide about it. Many people in Jiayuan City know of the existence of Cultivators." Madam Yan opened her eyes and gave a bitter smile.
"Some people have even witnessed Cultivators fighting outside the city. They say they can summon wind and rain, conjure fire and mist, every one of them like a living immortal." As Madam Yan said this, she looked at Han Li with a strange gaze.
"So that's how it is!" Han Li slapped the back of his head. He had forgotten that Jiayuan City was not a small place like Cai Xia Mountain. It wasn't strange for a Cultivator to have shown up here. Hadn't he just seen a blue-robed man yesterday!
"Does Master Mo know about Cultivators too?" Han Li suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.
"Of course he does. My husband was also one of those who witnessed a Cultivator fight in person." Madam Yan saw no harm in answering casually.
"No wonder Doctor Mo was so obsessed with Immortal Cultivation. He had seen real Cultivators before! Unfortunately, he didn't have a Spirit Root. He wasted all that scheming, and in the end, I was the one who benefited." Han Li couldn't help but sigh.
However, Han Li suddenly found it a bit strange. Why was Madam Yan being so compliant all of a sudden? She was answering whatever he asked without any backtalk. Han Li wouldn't believe that the other party was completely yielding just because he was a Cultivator.
Han Li carefully observed Madam Yan's expression and finally noticed that underneath her seemingly composed look, there was a faint hint of anxiety.
"Is she stalling for time?" Han Li frowned and released his spiritual sense, but there was no sign of an outsider intruding near the small building.
Han Li's eyes darted around. He suddenly stood up and started walking around the room, looking at everything as he went.
Nothing seemed suspicious. The things in the room were very simple, nothing but tables and chairs, all the same as yesterday. The only difference was a pair of white candles that had burned down a little.
"Candles?" Han Li's gaze fell on them. At first, Han Li thought they were just lighting candles during the day to mourn Doctor Mo, so he didn't pay much attention. But thinking back, if they were going to mourn their husband, why wasn't there a single incense stick? That was a bit abnormal.
Thinking of this, Han Li deliberately sniffed the air and finally caught a scent similar to sandalwood. The fragrance was too faint; if he hadn't been paying close attention, it would have been impossible to detect.
When Madam Yan and the others saw Han Li looking at the candles, they became somewhat uneasy. When Han Li sniffed the air, their expressions changed drastically. At this moment, Han Li actually started laughing, and laughing very heartily.
"What's so funny? Even if you've discovered the trick with the candles, it's too late for you now. This is the Thousand Drunkard knockout drug. An ordinary person who smells it will have their bones go weak and their limbs become powerless. A martial artist who smells it will lose their inner energy and temporarily lose their martial arts. Even if you are a Cultivator, you can't stay in this room for long without consequences." Madam Yan, somewhat unable to keep calm, probed.
"Nothing, I just think my luck isn't so bad!" Han Li said with a smile.
"When I was at the Seven Mysteries Sect, I often heard people talk about the tricks of the Jianghu. Poisons and knockout incense left the deepest impression on me. Not only have I suffered from them before, but they are also hard to defend against. Even an ordinary person can easily kill a top expert with them. For this reason, I racked my brains and finally came up with a crude method to prevent knockout drugs and poisons." Han Li said with some pride.
Madam Yan and the others looked at each other. Such a method? How could that be? But the fact was that he still hadn't collapsed. Their faces were now completely pale.
"As for what method..." Seeing the women all involuntarily pricking up their ears to listen, Han Li couldn't help but chuckle: "I don't plan on telling you! Because I don't have the habit of revealing my secrets to my enemies!" Han Li's expression was perfectly serious.
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(Chapter complete)