Mortal: I have a gathering technique

The backyard of the Mo residence, the main hall on the second floor.

After Han Li left, Yan Shi and the others quickly focused their attention on Fang Qing, as if they were waiting for Fang Qing's instructions or asking Fang Qing for an explanation.

Fang Qing was deeply impressed by how perfectly the posture was handled.

"Do you think I was too lenient with Han Li just now?"

"Or do you think that since we are both cultivators, we are naturally on the same side?"

Fang Qing looked at the four women and asked with a light laugh.

"Young master, you misunderstand. We have absolutely no such intention."

Having their thoughts exposed, the four women felt extremely embarrassed, and Madam Yan, as the person in charge, had no choice but to step in to salvage the situation.

"Young Master" was the most suitable title she could think of.

Calling him "Master Fang" would seem too formal, while addressing him by his name would lack respect. The title "Young Master" would be respectful yet maintain a comfortable distance.

Fang Qing did not reject the title, and seeing that the four girls were quite sensible, he smiled and explained:

"It's not that I'm biased towards those in power, but in fact, in terms of cultivation, I'm a notch below that Fellow Daoist Han. How could I possibly fight him?"

This is, of course, a lie, a consolation.

Although his cultivation level was one level lower than Han Li's, he had intercepted the golden light, and the flying sword talisman was now in his hands.

Han Li only knows a few basic spells right now, how can he possibly fight him?

Unaware of the situation, the women, following Fang Qing's self-admission of shortcomings, nodded in agreement out of habitual thinking.

Fang Qing continued:

"Furthermore, do you really think that the insidious poison used by the Master can threaten a cultivator?"

Upon hearing this, the women's expressions immediately changed.

Although they had only seen a small part of the methods of cultivators, they were not really confident in their abilities.

As for Fang Qing, he wasn't just trying to scare the girls; that's just how he felt.

In the world of cultivation, even those poison cultivators dare not say that the poison they use is incurable.

But Doctor Mo is ultimately just a mortal. His insidious poison might be effective against Qi Refining cultivators, but the cultivation world isn't just for Qi Refining cultivators.

Han Laomo suffered because of his lack of education.

He tried to detoxify himself with his homemade Qingling Powder, but when it proved ineffective, he panicked. Little did he know that Qingling Powder was merely a worldly holy medicine, worthless in the world of cultivation.

If we were to use an antidote from the cultivation world, even the cheapest one would probably suffice.

Yan and others threatened the Warm Sun Jade, but it was just a lucky guess.

In addition, Han Laomo also has a bottom line when it comes to being a decent human being.

If it were anyone else, the entire Mo family would probably be wiped out...

That's not right either. With the looks of the women like Yan, they should have been able to survive.

However, the outcome is probably something they cannot accept.

The Yan family women were increasingly frightened as they thought about it, and the slight resentment they had felt towards Fang Qing for siding with reason rather than his relatives dissipated.

Fang Qing glanced at them, and thinking of the future fate of the Mo family, couldn't help but remind them:

"Judging from your previous plans, you intended for Han Li to eliminate the Duba Manor and the Five Colors Sect?"

Madam Yan sensed the underlying meaning in Fang Qing's words and cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Fang Qing smiled faintly, "Although the cultivation world is self-contained, do you really think those high and mighty immortal masters would ignore the affairs of the mortal world?"

The girls were greatly shocked upon hearing this, and Fang Qing continued speaking to himself:

"As far as I know, in each of the thirteen states of Yue, there is a martial arts force supported by cultivators."

"In Lanzhou, if I'm not mistaken, this character should be from the Five Colors Sect."

"Currently, the Five Colors Sect, the Solitary Mountain Villa, and the Shocking Flood Dragon Society form a stable three-way balance of power. If one of them is eliminated, it will become a two-way battle for supremacy. At that time, for the sake of stability in the martial world, the remaining one will likely be swiftly uprooted by the Five Colors Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the women turned pale, their foreheads and backs drenched in cold sweat.

Suppressing her fear and anxiety, Yan said anxiously:

"However, even if we are willing to maintain a three-way balance of power, the Five Colors Sect and the Monopoly Manor will not agree..."

What she said was true. As a former member of the Jingjiao Society, Fang Qing knew very well how these two major forces had gradually eroded the Jingjiao Society.

"So, if you want to live out the rest of your lives in peace, you either need to slip away like a cicada shedding its shell, relinquish your power as soon as possible, and then live in anonymity in another place."

"Either seek refuge with the Five Colors Sect as soon as possible and beg for a chance to survive."

Although Fang Qing meant well, his words were anything but polite.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a firm voice, tinged with a hint of coquettishness, suddenly rang out:

"No, there's another way!"

Fang Qing was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Third Madam Liu giggling, meeting his gaze, and saying in a seductive voice:

"Since we're retreating like this, why don't we become cultivators ourselves!"

Upon hearing this, the three Yan women all looked at Fang Qing, their eyes burning with fervor.

As the saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Ever since they realized the power of cultivators, they had wanted to ask Fang Qing for immortal techniques, but they had never been able to find an opportunity to ask.

Now that the third daughter, Liu, has put her mind to it openly, the others are no longer hesitant.

Fang Qing had long seen through Yan Shi and the others' scheme, especially the undisguised ambition in Liu Shi's eyes. At this moment, he didn't keep them in suspense and spoke directly:

"It's not impossible for me to guide you into the path of immortality, but as you know, cultivating immortality requires spiritual roots. Without spiritual roots, even if I lay out the cultivation method in front of you, you won't be able to cultivate it."

The only worry of the Yan family was that Fang Qing would refuse, but seeing that Fang Qing agreed, they were overjoyed.

"Don't worry, young master. If we don't have spiritual roots, we sisters can only blame our lack of destiny. We would never dare to complain to you in the slightest."

Seeing the sincerity in Yan's words, Fang Qing couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, then let me see if you two are destined to be together."

As he spoke, he gestured for the women to extend their hands.

Madam Yan took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Would it be possible for my daughter Yuzhu and the other two to undergo the examination together?"

Fang Qing has no objection.

Upon seeing this, Wang quickly left.

Before long, she arrived gracefully with three beautiful and slender girls.

Fang Qing had long been tired of hearing about the stunning beauty of the three beauties of the Mo family.

Even though he was a disciple of the Jingjiao Society, he could only catch a glimpse of it from afar in the past. Now that he had the opportunity to appreciate it up close, he naturally wouldn't miss it.

The first to enter was Mo Yuzhu. This girl had an oval face, skin as white as snow, and bright, dark eyes. In terms of appearance, she was the most beautiful of the three, truly charming and beautiful.

Coupled with that plain-colored hunting outfit, at first glance, she looks like a blooming rose, beautiful and dazzling.

Judging from this point alone, this woman should be the kind of heroic and spirited girl. Fang Qing really finds it hard to put her together with the virtuous wife and loving mother who later married the son of the Five Colors Sect Master and gave birth to Li Yingning.

Following behind Mo Yuzhu was the second young lady, Mo Fengwu, who was Doctor Mo's adopted daughter.

Mo Fengwu has a gentle and lovely oval face. Her beauty lies not in her appearance, but in her refined and elegant temperament.

If Mo Yuzhu is charming and beautiful, Mo Fengwu is gentle and serene, while Mo Caihuan is innocent, lively, and quirky.

From the moment the little girl entered the hall, her pearly eyes were glued to Fang Qing.

Sometimes it spins around, sometimes it winks playfully.

It was clear that if Wang hadn't given prior notice, she probably would have already stepped forward to ask all sorts of questions.

"This is your senior brother Fang, come over and greet him." Madam Yan introduced him to the three women at the right time.

"Little sister greets senior brother!" The three women bowed in unison.

Fang Qing smiled, neither confirming nor denying Yan's little scheme.

"Since you're here, let's begin the inspection," he casually ordered.

Upon hearing this, Yan and the others immediately lined up and took turns going forward to be tested.

Before the test, they were full of confidence and enthusiasm, but after the test, they were devastated and heartbroken!

None of the seven people possessed spiritual roots!

Although the result was reasonable, Fang Qing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"It seems our connection has come to an end..."

Yan's delicate body trembled, snapping her out of her despair. Seeing that Fang Qing was about to leave, she immediately became anxious.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Now that Fang Qing has left, they may never see each other again, and this last bit of their bond will probably be gone.

Upon realizing this, Madam Yan quickly tried to persuade her to stay:

"It's getting late. Why don't we stay here for the night and make plans again tomorrow?"

The three beauties of the Mo family knew they couldn't let this last bit of incense and affection dissipate, so they pursed their lips, their misty eyes looking at Fang Qing pitifully.

He looked like a puppy abandoned by its owner, a sight that truly evoked pity and sympathy...

Garlic bird, garlic bird, I can't refuse your kind invitation!

How can I refuse?

Fang Qing's mind raced. Considering that there was still some time before the "Tainan Small Meeting," he nodded in agreement.