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

The moment Yan Sui fell, a pungent smell, like the smell of burning, gradually filled the ancestral hall.

Mo Changdao suppressed his joy and shook Yan Sui's arm, "Ancestor? Ancestor? Is something wrong?"

There was no movement for a while, and just as a smile was about to appear on his face, a cloud of black mist rushed straight towards him.

By the time Mo Changdao realized what was happening, there were already several strands of white hair on the ground.

"Please forgive me, Ancestor. It was my oversight. I—"

"You know that's good! That person hid here and you didn't even notice, you deserve to die!" The body of the Mo family patriarch was not as solid as before, and showed some signs of dissipating.

Mo Changdao knelt below, enduring the suffering. If he could, he would have preferred to burn down the ancestral hall rather than come here to receive the so-called "inheritance".

The head of the Mo family has lived long lives for generations, but few of his descendants have lived long lives, all because of this monster causing trouble behind the scenes.

Fortunately, Mo Fan escaped; otherwise, who knows what trouble this monster might have caused.

"Come with me to search the place. I injured that person; he couldn't have gone far." The Mo family patriarch transformed into a cloud of black mist again, leading the way. "Let's go to a secluded courtyard first."

Passing by Mo Han's room, the black mist rushed straight in.

"Ancestor, no! That's my disciple, not an outsider." Mo Changdao was startled and darted away like lightning.

But he was still a step too slow.

Only a skin remained in the bathtub; the person who once lived was now lifeless.

"He's just a disciple; there will be more in the future. Are you really willing to watch me disappear?" As he finished speaking, the Mo family patriarch's tone became somewhat sinister. If the answer was not satisfactory, he could take action immediately.

Mo Changdao suppressed his grief and said, "No, it is Mo Han's blessing that the ancestor can absorb his cultivation. It's just that this child is not married yet, and I feel sorry for him."

The Mo family patriarch snorted coldly, "Keep up! Don't let that person get away."

After they left, Han Cuiyin breathed a sigh of relief in the lotus-shaped space.

Just now, Yan Sui was about to reveal the Yan family's secret, but luckily she intervened in time, otherwise Xiajing'ao and Ping'an Lane would not be safe.

Fortunately, this is the only one who escaped from Yan Qingping's lineage, which will save us some trouble in the future.

Black smoke was emanating from a wound the size of the bottom of a teacup on his left shoulder. "Sigh, I'll need to rest for a while longer. But before that, I'll destroy this ancestral hall first. Without a place to hide, I want to see how this thing will cause trouble."

After washing the wound with the spiritual spring, the blackness on the wound lightened. Han Cuiyin tore off a piece of cloth from her body and carefully wrapped it around her left shoulder. Then she drew a few strokes on the wound to isolate the marks left by the black mist.

After everything was in place, she left the lotus-shaped space.

The person keeping watch at Qingshuang Manor is gone, which saves Han Cuiyin trouble; otherwise, she would have dealt with that person before leaving.

After she came out, she went straight to the ancestral hall. Flames gathered in her palms and a wisp of purple aura condensed, turning the ancestral hall into a sea of ​​fire.

From within the black smoke, there seemed to be painful screams, cries, and pleas for mercy, but Han Cuiyin ignored them all.

After doing all this, she used the last bit of spiritual power to rush out of the Mo family, but unlike when she came in, the formation could not be restored to its original state.

"Hurry back to the ancestral hall! There's a fire over there; it must have been done by that man!"

Enraged, the black mist shot out like an arrow.

Mo Changdao followed behind, his initial sadness somewhat dispelled by the news.

The place where his nightmare began has finally come to an end.

He had no intention of putting out the fire; on the contrary, he hoped that the fire in the ancestral hall would burn as fiercely as possible.

It would be best to burn the ancestral hall to the ground and leave none of the memorial tablets behind.

"You send someone to put out the fire, and you go after him! That person can't have gone far. I'll repair the formation. We can't let other cultivators notice this place, or we're all doomed."

A black mist burst forth, revealing a wooden spirit tablet at its center.

Just now, the black mist was a huge mass, but it had shrunk considerably after emerging from the sea of ​​fire.

Disappointed, Mo Changdao had no choice but to comply. He obtained the wisp of black energy from his fingertips and left the Mo family to search for the person.

"Good riddance! But why not burn that memorial tablet too! Without a place to reside, he can no longer commit evil, and my Mo family can be freed. I would rather accept the backlash than become that man's weapon again. Why is Heaven blind and cannot take him away!"

Mo Changdao's heart was filled with turmoil, resentment, and indignation.

But the sharp pain in his fingertips woke him up.

Only after concealing my thoughts did the pain in my fingertips disappear.

This person is incredibly shrewd; even now, he's still keeping an eye on things.

With someone watching him from behind, Mo Changdao had no choice but to work hard to find the person.

After emerging, the black energy at his fingertips became more active and headed straight for the alley entrance of Ronghua Lane.

That person really didn't go far? What a pity.

Mo Changdao had no choice but to comply, otherwise he would be the one to suffer.

When they reached the alley entrance, the black mist stopped, and there happened to be a horse-drawn carriage there.

The emblem on the carriage reads "Changyun County Princess's Mansion".

Princess Changyun has already divorced the Duke of Dingguo, so what is she doing here?

The commotion caused by the two families that day was quite significant, and he had heard about it from others. Besides, Princess Changyun was still recuperating at her estate on Qingshuang Mountain, so who could be inside at this moment?

Logically speaking, the wisp of black energy given by the ancestor shouldn't be wrong, so I should still go up and ask, lest I let the person go.

Mo Changdao made up his mind, "I wonder who is in the carriage? The Mo family has been robbed and something important has been stolen. I must get in the carriage to investigate."

"You think you can just investigate like that? What gives you the right?!" The driver was still a boy with chubby cheeks, holding a long whip in his hand, already itching to make his move.

The carriage suddenly began to shake, accompanied by some indescribable noises.

"Why aren't you leaving?" The voice from inside was somewhat nonchalant, with a hint of anger. "Qingyuan, do you want to go back?"

"Grand Preceptor Mo has blocked the road to inspect the carriage, and Qingyuan was just thinking of sparring with him." Qingyuan smiled at Mo Changdao, "What does the Grand Preceptor think?"

"How dare you! Grand Preceptor Mo was once my mentor and even treated my illness. How could I allow you to behave so presumptuously? Grand Preceptor, please forgive me, I am being rather impolite at the moment, and I can only apologize. If something is missing from the Grand Preceptor's residence, it would be better to report it to the authorities than for the Grand Preceptor to search alone. Could it be that the item is something extraordinary, something that ordinary people cannot find?"

Luo Jingqian's voice was a little hoarse, unlike usual.

Mo Changdao merely frowned. "No need to trouble you, Marquis. Are you going to the Luo family?"

"Exactly! Go and seek justice. Imperial Preceptor, please feel free to do so."

After Luo Jingqian finished speaking, Qingyuan drove off without paying any attention to Mo Changdao.

Mo Changdao stood still, the black energy at his fingertips completely unresponsive.

The carriage curtains were blown up by the wind, and Luo Jingqian was lying on top of a woman in a green dress. This time he was not wearing a mask, and his face was flushed with a thin layer of sweat.

The carriage gradually disappeared into the distance, and the sound gradually faded away.

Mo Changdao frowned. "Has Marquis Jingyun become like this? Does Fuguang Mountain know?"

After saying that, he went elsewhere to look for the person.