The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

After Mo Fan returned to his room, his pupils gradually turned black.

"Trying to possess me? Heh~"

Let's see who ends up as nourishment!

The room was filled with black smoke, and it didn't return to normal until almost midnight.

Mo Fan hesitated by the table for a long time, picking up the brush and putting it down repeatedly.

"Ancestor, have you ever been sincere all these years? Am I really just a vessel in your heart?"

His brows were furrowed, and the full moon on his forehead reappeared.

However, Mo Changdao, who usually came to check on him in the middle of the night, did not appear this time.

Meanwhile, Mo Changdao was still in the ancestral hall discussing matters with the Mo family patriarch.

"From now on, Mo Fan will be staying at this ancestral hall. I need to get to know him as soon as possible so that there won't be any complications when I try to possess him in the future!" A phantom image appeared and disappeared at the highest token.

“Ancestor, how about we talk about it next month? Mo Fan is a posthumous child; he lost both his parents at birth. He's the weakest member of the Mo family in recent years; I once thought he wouldn't survive past ten. But even though he clearly can't stand the bitterness of his medicine, he always comforts me. Now that he's just recovered, why not let him relax for a few days, and then I'll find a way to transfer his soul out, and you can take over his body again—”

Before Mo Changdao could finish speaking, the phantom instantly appeared in front of him and pulled him away.

"You actually felt compassion for him?" The phantom looked down at him, its tone full of sarcasm. "Don't forget, you are all my clones and descendants. I can create the Mo family, and I can destroy it as well."

"Ancestor, this...is this true? Could the Mo family not be—"

"Of course it wasn't passed down from me, but after being created as an avatar, you dare to make demands of me!" The illusory figure snorted coldly, then ordered, "Considering your past loyalty, I'll let it go this time! Go and summon Mo Fan, and tell him that I want to teach him the technique, so as not to arouse his suspicion."

Mo Changdao stumbled and ran out, unable to resist or refuse, he could only go to Mo Fan's room.

The room was pitch black. The lights were turned on, and the bedding on the bed was neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed. The room was empty.

Mo Changdao touched the bedding; it was completely cold. "Where did Fan'er go?"

Remembering the ancestor's instructions, Mo Changdao could only send people to search separately.

Mo Fan is the only son of the Mo family, and he has three or four body doubles.

The person Han Zhen saved back then was a stand-in, and he most resembled Mo Fan.

Mo Fan had already extended his life in that secret room several years ago; those walking outside were all stand-ins.

"Go check on Fan'er's stand-ins!" Thinking of a possibility, Mo Changdao ordered with a pale face.

A quarter of an hour later, servants came to report that the people had disappeared.

One of them was holding a letter, "This was found in the young master's study..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Changdao had already snatched the object away from him, saying, "You all go down first, and don't make a fuss about the young master's matter."

Some close relatives knew that Mo Fan had left the capital several months ago and had not returned. If they made a big fuss about finding him, it would only attract attention.

The strange events that occurred on the Ghost Festival have already aroused suspicion, so the Mo family must keep a low profile now.

Mo Changdao had an idea and sent the man away.

"To my great-grandfather," Mo Fan wrote after opening the envelope. "I grew up under my great-grandfather's care. As a child, I was confined to a small world due to physical limitations... I need many resources. My grandfather has a long history of bloodshed. In the future, I should take responsibility for the consequences, guard the border, and collect resentment for my own use. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? Respectfully yours, Mo Fan."

With just a few words, he clearly explained his whereabouts.

Mo Changdao wanted to send people to search, but it was too far away, and all he could find was a substitute.

Even with Mo Fan's current cultivation level, he would find it difficult to subdue the person.

Promising the ancestor to take people to the ancestral hall was nothing more than using years of familial affection to deceive him.

Mo Changdao didn't know whether the current situation was good or bad.

After going to the ancestral hall and explaining the situation, the phantom no longer became angry, but instead asked:

"Mo Fan almost died in the secret room. You know who was responsible. Find an opportunity to bring them here. Mo Fan can't be used for now; let's use that girl as an appetizer."

Mo Changdao was taken aback and could only offer a reminder, "Ancestor, Han Cuiyin is on good terms with Luo Jingqian, the grandson of Princess Jinghe, and Luo Jingqian's sect is Fuguang Mountain. If you harm Han Cuiyin and they find out about your existence, things will probably not end well."

He hadn't met Han Cuiyin many times, but he had fallen for her at least twice. He kept this in mind and dared not make any rash moves for the time being.

“I’ve always helped you solve any problems you encounter. Han Cuiyin is just a young girl. No matter how capable she is, as long as I lure her near the Mo family, I have a way to kidnap her quietly.”

After the illusory figure finished speaking, it waved its hand and drove Mo Changdao out of the ancestral hall, and the door of the ancestral hall was also tightly closed.

Mo Changdao stood outside the door, his expression constantly changing.

Fortunately, Fan'er ran away. It's best if he never comes back and continues to have children for the Mo family outside. That would be a good ending for him.

Han Cuiyin was unaware that she was being watched. She was standing on the bank of the cold pool, observing the movements in the water by the moonlight.

The large turtle she obtained in the Pinglian River area had just been released into the icy pool.

I forgot about the giant tortoise after taking it away from the Pinglian River area that day, and only saw it again when I went to the lotus root space.

The giant tortoise was submerged at the bottom of the spiritual spring in the space, and she wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the fluctuations in spiritual energy.

Having been drained of countless drops of spiritual spring water by a giant tortoise, Han Cuiyin was unwilling to suffer a loss. The giant tortoise smiled and signed a fifty-year contract, becoming a spirit beast in the cold pool.

When she was away, the giant tortoise would watch over the Five Elements Heaven-Mending Array and carefully observe the condition of the wooden fish.

Han Cuiyin watched the giant tortoise swimming freely within the formation, and she was speechless.

I always felt that this big tortoise was unreliable, and it got the better deal again.

From now on, the wooden fish must remain within the formation and cannot leave at will.

This Ghost Festival, the wooden fish received quite a lot, and many of the cracks on its body were finally repaired.

The artifact spirit, Moon Frost, was gradually able to condense into a phantom image, but it was only faint and not solid.

The zither in the formation had been repaired considerably, and under the moonlight, its spiritual light flickered faintly.

Luo Jingqian came to the cold pool to check on the zither. Upon seeing the green figure, he walked over and asked, "We're going to the royal estate for a banquet tomorrow, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I was taken advantage of by a big tortoise today, and I'm thinking about how to get the money back from those IOUs tomorrow."

When she's in a bad mood, she always tries to make up for it elsewhere.

"Let Granny Chu accompany them tomorrow; those people won't renege on their debt."

However, being chased for debts won't put you in a good mood.

Luo Jingqian lowered his eyes, not feeling that anything was amiss.

"That's a good idea!" Han Cuiyin smiled. "My lord, it's getting late, you should go to bed early!"

A green figure drifted past, and before I knew it, we were at the villa.

The ice coffin at the bottom of the icy pool floated to the surface, mocking its only grandson, "Stop looking, he's already inside. He inherited both my and your grandmother's good looks, but how come he can't even warm a girl's heart!"

Luo Jingqian's face was as white as jade in the moonlight. He glanced at the ice coffin twice and said, "Miss Han doesn't care about looks, she cares about inner qualities, unlike my grandmother who only cared about a face."