"The fact that you can stand here means you're certainly no nobody! Might I ask—are you an old acquaintance of Yuzhu? If so, you're not exactly an outsider. Please, come inside and let's have a chat." The Five Colors Gate Master suddenly laughed warmly, his tone extremely polite.
His words caught the young man beside him off guard, who showed a trace of surprise.
Hearing this, Han Li's expression didn't change, but a hint of mockery crept onto the corner of his lips.
"Years ago, I studied under Mo Juren for several years. Your daughter-in-law, in a sense, could be considered my senior martial sister—so naturally I'm not an outsider. But before we start claiming family connections, shouldn't we first settle the score for the destruction of the Mo Residence?" Seeing that Mo Yuzhu had married the son of her family's enemy, Han Li was both shocked and furious, and had already made up his mind to act.
"You're a remnant of the Mo Residence!" the young man exclaimed, his face full of astonishment.
The Five Colors Gate Master also showed surprise, but his expression quickly darkened, a shadow of menace flickering in his eyes. His robes suddenly billowed outward without any wind, and his aura surged outward like something tangible.
"Since you're a remnant of the Mo Residence, don't think about leaving. Leave your life here!" The Five Colors Gate Master's expression changed drastically as he bellowed.
Then he took a massive stride forward, his beard and hair bristling. On the green stone ground where he had been standing, two clear footprints half an inch deep had been left behind—the depth of his internal energy was truly terrifying.
Seeing this, the young man silently slipped off to one side, planning to coordinate with his father's movements.
Han Li watched the Five Colors Gate Master and his son's actions with an expressionless face. Without a word, he raised one hand, and with a "whoosh," several fist-sized crimson fireballs materialized on his palm, radiating an intense wave of heat.
Seeing this, the advancing Five Colors Gate Master froze in his tracks.
"A cultivator!" he said hoarsely, his face full of disbelief.
The young man on the other side was also stunned.
"Hmph."
Han Li had no intention of wasting more words. His fingers curled slightly, ready to flick the fireballs at each of them.
But just at that moment, Mo Yuzhu, who had been tightly holding the little girl to one side, suddenly showed a look of resolve. She darted forward and placed herself in front of Han Li.
"No! I won't let you kill my child's father. If you kill him, then kill us mother and daughter as well!" she said, her expression wretched.
Seeing this, Han Li frowned. The fireballs on his hand crackled and suddenly swelled to the size of a bowl, blazing with even greater heat. Mo Yuzhu, despite her miserable expression, showed no sign of retreating.
"Esteemed immortal master, you may have made a mistake. Our Five Colors Gate is…" Seeing Mo Yuzhu throw herself in front of them, the young man was deeply moved, and terrified that Han Li would really kill him and the child in his rage, he hastily tried to invoke their powerful backing.
But before he could finish, Han Li said coldly: "Shut up! You two have no right to speak here. I know the Spirit Beast Mountain stands behind you. But to me, it makes no difference. If I hear even one more word of nonsense from either of you, I'll wipe out your entire household immediately."
Hearing this, the young man's face flushed red. He wanted to explode but dared not, and could only stare anxiously at his father.
The Five Colors Gate Master's expression, while appearing relatively calm to outsiders, betrayed a hint of unease that his son recognized immediately, causing his heart to sink.
"Give me one reason not to kill them. This is vengeance for the Mo Residence, and it was Feng Wu who personally asked me to do this," Han Li said flatly to Mo Yuzhu.
"Feng Wu is still alive? That's wonderful! I've been so worried about her! I only learned later that she had apparently jumped into the river back then." Mo Yuzhu's face lit up with joy at Han Li's words.
"It's not just Feng Wu—Caihuan and Fourth Mistress are alive and well too. But I'm very disappointed in you as you are now. I'll give you some time to convince me. Otherwise, I will still take their lives." Han Li waved his hand, and the fireballs hovering in midair vanished without a trace. Then he spoke in an extremely cold tone.
Seeing Han Li withdraw his attack, the father and son both breathed a sigh of relief—at least their lives were temporarily safe. They feared that in his fury, Han Li wouldn't even listen to Mo Yuzhu's explanation.
They knew far better than ordinary mortals just how terrifying a cultivator was, and harbored no thought of resistance.
Mo Yuzhu also visibly relaxed. After thinking for a moment, she said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Han, that you came all this way to avenge the Mo Residence out of regard for my father, I thank you for that first of all. However, I'd like to ask you—what is your reason for seeking revenge against my husband? They never laid a hand on anyone from the Mo Residence. They only issued an order. And that order wasn't even their decision—it was directed by someone above them. As for who that was, as a cultivator yourself, you should know better than I do!"