Chapter 6: Murder and arson, ah... cough, the universally revered Han Family Head
"A collection of stories? I wouldn't have thought a spendthrift like you would enjoy reading such things, let alone apply them to real life."
Murong Ying turned back, staring at Han Mo with keen interest as if seeing him for the very first time.
Though today was indeed the first time she had truly met Han Mo, he had dared to drug her upon their very first encounter and had so effortlessly manipulated Lin Feng.
This young man's ruthlessness and methods were even more demonic than those of actual demonic cultivators.
Undeniably, Murong Ying had developed a certain curiosity about him, and her intent to kill him had faded by more than half as a result.
Demonic cultivators had always lived as they pleased; naturally, anything that piqued their interest begged to be explored further.
"I don't like them. I'm a pure romance fan myself. The story of the White Elf Queen is the most absurd of all—up on the high platform, day in and day out, men piling on men, it's simply..."
"Never mind, why am I even telling you this? Hurry up and check what's happening outside. Has your junior brother left yet?"
Han Mo clearly had no desire to continue the topic. Seeing that there was still no movement outside the door, he urged Murong Ying to test the waters.
Only then did Murong Ying withdraw her gaze, give a light cough, and resume her previous tone:
"Lin... Junior Brother Lin, why are you—ha... why... suddenly not saying anything... un~?"
Silence!
Still, there was no response.
It seemed that, just as this little brat had predicted, faced with such "ironclad proof"—discovering that he had been making a fool of himself, that things were not at all as he thought, and that Murong Ying was simply a "promiscuous" woman—Lin Feng's pride had gotten the better of him, and he had simply flicked his sleeves and left.
Ah, Junior Brother Lin truly was a proud person. Still, toying with his emotions like this really made her feel a bit sorry for him!
To be honest, while Murong Ying did not like this Junior Brother Lin, she didn't harbor any ill will toward him either. After all, a genius who was both talented and handsome could easily win favor anywhere.
This was the sheer power of a protagonist's halo. If it had followed the original plot of the game, once Lin Feng joined the Star River Sword Sect and successfully achieved Foundation Establishment, he would have easily befriended all kinds of destined heroines, naturally including Murong Ying.
It was just a pity that this heroine route, which might have materialized in the future, had been severed by Han Mo's own hands at this very moment.
Seeing that Lin Feng had departed, Han Mo naturally breathed a sigh of relief.
If the fellow hadn't left, he was about to lose control.
Lose control of what?
A lone man and woman sharing the same room, their skin touching (palm against back), and the woman dressed so scantily.
As a normal man, he had almost failed to resist his surging desires.
Now that the crisis was finally resolved, he hurriedly pulled away his hand from the sorceress's smooth back.
No, strictly speaking, the crisis had not been entirely resolved.
"Un? Why did you stop?"
Murong Ying was enjoying the massage when she suddenly felt the man behind her pull away the pair of hands that had left her entranced, and she let out an unconscious murmur of dissatisfaction.
Yet, she quickly recovered herself.
Now that Lin Feng had left and an unstable factor that could expose her identity had been completely erased, it was time to put the other unstable factor on the agenda.
"Little brat, come over here~!"
Murong Ying slowly stood up and beckoned to Han Mo, who was already frowning, quietly retreating toward the crowd—cough, toward the corner of the bed—and seemingly intending to back away even further.
At the same time, she lazily stretched, fully displaying her breathtaking, S-curved, perfect figure without the slightest bit of inhibition before his presence.
After all, he had already seen it and touched it anyway!
How could ordinary people ever guess the mind of a sorceress?
Seeing this scene, Han Mo's heart sank even lower to the bottom.Because in his view, in this ancient Chinese-style xianxia society, under what circumstances would a ruthless demonic enchantress care not at all if her body and innocence were exposed to an outsider?
Without a doubt, only when facing a dead person or someone who was about to die.
Cooperating with the enchantress to help her was merely a forced arrangement; he did not expect this enchantress to reward him in any way afterward. If she could simply refrain from killing him, he would thank the heavens and earth.
Only now, it seemed things would not go as he wished!
Lost in these thoughts, Han Mo did not rashly approach, nor did he retreat further. He just stood there motionlessly, staring at her, the atmosphere seeming to freeze instantly.
Han Mo's reaction immediately displeased the enchantress. She gradually narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous aura permeated the air.
At that very moment, a furious shout suddenly echoed from outside the door:
"Audacious wretch, how dare you!"
Hearing this, the enchantress's expression changed drastically, but Han Mo let out a heavy sigh of relief.
His backup—no, his reinforcements—had finally arrived.
Outside the door, Lin Feng had actually not left. To be precise, he had left and then turned back.
Han Mo had anticipated that the other person possessed the personality shared by all protagonists of web novel male-oriented power fantasies—arrogant, intolerant of a single grain of sand in his eyes, and too disdainful to bother with a woman who had betrayed him.
Yet he had not expected him to possess another trait common to many male protagonists—extreme vindictiveness.
*Damn that Murong Ying, actually daring to cuckold me behind my back!*
*Damn that Han Mo, actually daring to lay hands on my woman!*
*I will certainly not spare this adulterous pair...*
On his way away, the more Lin Feng thought about it, the angrier and more humiliated he felt. Ever since he obtained his fortuitous encounter and soared to prominence, when had he ever suffered such profound humiliation?
If he did not avenge this grudge, how could he talk about crushing all kinds of powerful figures in the future, and how could he speak of achieving the great undertaking of ascension?
Therefore, feeling increasingly resentful, he turned back not long after.
Yet he never expected that this coming and going would coincide precisely with the members of the Han Family who had rushed over in a hurry.
Led by family head Han Feiyu, several Golden Core Stage elders of the Han Family had rushed here without a moment's pause, simply to put out the fire before the matter blew up.
Although Han Mo's grandfather was a marquess personally enfeoffed by the emperor of the Dazhou Immortal Dynasty, and with the Han Family's strength, they feared no faction in Tianhai Prefecture whatsoever.
Yet the saying goes that a mighty dragon does not crush a local serpent. The six major sects of Tianhai Prefecture were all long-established powers with thousands of years of heritage and profound foundations.
Naturally, the Han Family dared not offend all of them, choosing instead to selectively befriend one or two.
Among them, the Star River Sword Sect was the object the Han Family chose to befriend. This time, when the Sword Sect was recruiting disciples, Han Feiyu intended to have Han Mo enter it, which was equivalent to an ancient political marriage.
Of course, this was only the surface reason; secretly, Han Feiyu actually had other motives.
Therefore, seeing that Lin Feng was wearing the disciple attire of the Star River Sword Sect, he gave him a rare, amiable address of "young friend" and wanted to ask him a few questions.
Yet upon learning that these people were members of the Han Family, Lin Feng transferred his hatred and gave Han Feiyu no pleasant expression whatsoever.
In the end, he even spoke insolently, ignoring the family head's inquiries and intending to leave directly.
This behavior naturally enraged Han Feiyu.
Had his blade grown dull, or had he grown old?
Don't look at how the current Han Family head appeared to be a prestigious and respected senior expert in public; in his youth, he had possessed an unyielding and rebellious temperament.
He had once roamed the Southern Barbarians under the alias of a cultivator surnamed Li, carving out a formidable reputation there. People called him: "Li Wudi who kills and burns, the universally revered Han Family head."
If a mere junior dared to show him such disrespect, it seemed necessary for him to properly discipline this disciple on behalf of the Sword Sect.
Lectures were useless; broken bones were the best textbooks.
"Audacious wretch, how dare you!"