The Han family arrived in force, surrounding the entrance to the coffin shop. Hearing the disturbance, Xu Ning led Han Moyu outside. They stood calmly facing the crowd.
At the forefront stood Han Feng, his face twisted with rage. "You unfilial child! How could your heart be so cruel? You actually killed your own mother!"
Han Moyu remained silent. She simply pointed her sword at Han Feng.
The gesture startled Han Feng, who stumbled back several steps. "Unfilial beast! What are you doing? Planning to kill , too?"
"Say one more word," Han Moyu replied coolly, "and while I won’t kill you, I won’t spare your legs. I already told you—I’ve severed all ties with the Han family."
"If the Han family troubles again," she said, sweeping her sword toward the rest of the entourage, "I will kill every last one of you."
Han Feng glared back. "You’ll regret this! Just wait!"
With that final threat, he turned and fled with his n.
Han Moyu turned toward Xu Ning. "Master."
Xu Ning saw the sorrow in her eyes. "The mortal and immortal worlds are separate," he said gently. "These people are nothing more than fleeting mories. Don’t let them trouble your heart."
In the following days, aside from managing the coffin shop, master and disciple devoted themselves to cultivation.
anwhile, without Han Moyu, the Han family began to suffer a powerful backlash of misfortune, one disaster following another until the entire family was thrown into chaos.
A month later, Han Feng returned—this ti with only two attendants. He looked exhausted, the arrogance gone from his face.
Seeing Han Moyu, he began imdiately. "Yu'er, co back with your father. The Han family needs you."
Han Moyu’s voice was cold. "Patriarch Han, I’ve already made myself clear. I have severed ties with the Han family. Don’t co looking for again."
Hearing her call him "Patriarch Han," Han Feng froze, as if struck dumb.
Han Moyu turned away. "If Patriarch Han has nothing else, please leave."
"Yu'er," Han Feng said quickly, "you carry Han family blood. The Han family raised you. These are undeniable facts!"
Han Moyu spun around abruptly. "I owe the Han family nothing. Before I was born, the Han family was already in decline. Everything the Han family has achieved ca from my fortune!"
"Even if it wasn’t entirely my doing, I deserve most of the credit. But what did I receive in return? Endless humiliation. Even a servant in the manor could easily punish ."
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"My monthly allowance was less than a servant’s. Do you know I used to tremble in fear every ti I saw Yue Bixuan?"
"And you—you saw everything, yet never spoke a word in my defense. Patriarch Han, tell —what do I, Han Moyu, owe the Han family?"
Han Feng panicked. "Yu'er, listen to your father. Your mother’s family has always been our Han family’s support. I couldn’t be too harsh on her! You must understand !"
Han Moyu stared in disbelief. "So that’s your reasoning, Patriarch Han? If I rember correctly, the Yue family also rose because of the Han family, isn’t that right?"
"If the Han family still needed the Yue family’s support, that ans the Yue family was already powerful back then. Why would they marry Yue Bixuan to you? What did they want? Did they want you to never bathe?"
Han Feng fell silent, montarily lost for words.
Han Moyu sighed. "What a fool. If not for my fortune, where would the Han family be today?"
With that, she walked directly toward the backyard.
Han Feng stood still, fists clenched. He was furious at Han Moyu’s words but didn’t dare refute them.
Finally, unwilling to give up, he found Xu Ning, who was working in the shop.
"You must be Yu'er’s master," Han Feng said, his arrogant tone returning.
Xu Ning glanced up. "What is it?"
"I’ll be direct," Han Feng said. "I’ll give you two choices: either expel Han Moyu from your sect and force her back to the Han family, or I’ll have your coffin shop smashed to pieces."
Xu Ning looked puzzled. "How can anyone be so foolish as to say such a thing to ?"
Being called a fool by a second person in such a short ti infuriated Han Feng, but he held back his anger. "What right do you, a lowly coffin seller, have to talk to like that?"
"Use that brain of yours," Xu Ning said. "Why do you think Han Moyu beca a cultivator?"
Han Feng froze, then paled with horror. "You an… you are… an immortal? But why would an immortal lower themselves to sell coffins?"
Xu Ning truly didn’t want to deal with this fool any longer. No wonder Han Moyu’s departure from the Han family had triggered such a swift and severe backlash of misfortune.
Originally, Xu Ning thought it was because the luck of a divine-grade cultivator was too heaven-defying. Now he understood—this man was too foolish to hold onto a fortune that didn’t match his intelligence.
It was like that previous client who spent decades building a family business, only to see it squandered in ten years.
Yet it also proved the power of divine luck—even a fool like Han Feng could be turned into a wealthy tycoon.
Xu Ning stood up and waved a dismissive hand. "Get out."
Han Feng trembled with rage, but didn’t dare say another word. He left without uttering a single threat.
He appeared again a month later.
By then, the Han family had completely collapsed. Han Feng ca alone and found Han Moyu.
"Yu'er… the Han family has fallen completely," Han Feng said, his face filled with unprecedented desolation.
Two months ago, the Han family was glorious. Everyone who saw Han Feng treated him with the utmost respect and flattery.
Now, he was like a stray dog, avoided by all.
Han Moyu’s expression remained calm. "This was bound to happen sooner or later."
"But if you had co back," Han Feng insisted, "the Han family wouldn’t have fallen. This is all because of you!"
Han Moyu suddenly turned, her eyes blazing with anger. "Patriarch Han, the Han family’s fall was inevitable. And I could not have reversed it."
Han Feng retorted, "How could you not reverse it if you hadn’t left?"
Han Moyu glared and roared, "I would have died if I hadn’t left!"
Han Feng didn’t believe it. "How is that possible? Who would dare kill you? You were the most important person in the Han family!"
"My body had a problem," Han Moyu explained. "My master saved . To survive, I had to embark on the immortal path. And once on the immortal path, I could no longer remain in the mortal world. The Han family’s downfall was inevitable."
Han Feng stood stunned, lost in thought, unable to accept this reality.
Han Moyu spoke once more, her voice heavy. "Don’t you understand? With your intelligence, you could never have protected that family fortune. You’re too foolish—that’s why the Han family fell."
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