"Young Master Mo, you're back. Where's Yan'er?" As soon as Mo Wuji arrived at the rented storeroom he shared with Yan'er, he saw Aunt Lu returning with her cart. Aunt Lu was also pleasantly surprised to see Mo Wuji, probably because she had heard that Mo Wuji's mind was better now.

Mo Wuji bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Aunt Lu, for taking care of Yan'er and me all these years. Yan'er has been taken away by her family. I'll be leaving Raozhou soon too. I'm here today to take Yan'er's belongings."

This was the first time Mo Wuji had really looked at Aunt Lu. She looked to be in her thirties, with a slightly dark complexion. The pressures of life had added many traces of time to her face, masking the best years that should have belonged to her.

Seeing Aunt Lu's tired face, returning so late, he wondered if it was because her stall hadn't done well last night.

"That's good, that's good. Yan'er is a sensible girl, but she's too young and needs someone to take care of her..." Aunt Lu subconsciously stopped herself.

Yan'er needed someone to take care of her, but in fact, Yan'er had been taking care of this young master.

"Go in and pack up, the room has been kept for you." Aunt Lu said before hurriedly pushing her cart away.

Mo Wuji walked into the storeroom, which didn't even have a lock, only a rope tied to the door. A cloud of dust rushed at him.

He hadn't been here for several months, and it was already full of dust.

Mo Wuji had only stayed here for two nights. He had a bed and a decent blanket. Yan'er's side was even more shabby, with only a few neatly folded, worn-out clothes and nothing else. This meant that Yan'er didn't even have a blanket to sleep with at night.

Mo Wuji felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Finding a girl like Yan'er was like winning the lottery. After being ambushed, he knew even more how rare a girl like Yan'er was. He carefully brushed the dust off Yan'er's clothes and put them into the backpack he had brought. Underneath the clothes, he saw a hairpin.

Mo Wuji remembered that Yan'er had never worn this hairpin. Although it was just a simple iron ornament, it seemed to be Yan'er's most treasured possession.

Mo Wuji wrapped the hairpin up and walked to the mirror with several scratches on it. This was Yan'er's only cosmetic, perhaps the mirror Yan'er used every day to dress him, her king.

With a sigh, Mo Wuji also put the mirror into his backpack.

After looking around the small storeroom one more time, Mo Wuji walked out.

"Young Master Mo, Yan'er's not here. Would you like to have some food at my place?" As soon as Mo Wuji came out, he saw Aunt Lu wearing her apron.

Mo Wuji bowed respectfully to Aunt Lu again, took out a cloth bag and handed it to her, saying, "Aunt Lu, I'm about to leave Raozhou. The things in this cloth bag are a gift from Yan'er and me. Aunt Lu, please don't set up your stall at night anymore. If possible, please keep the storeroom where Yan'er and I lived. I'm leaving now, Aunt Lu, take care."

After saying that, Mo Wuji didn't stay any longer and quickly turned and left. Aunt Lu hadn't provided any earth-shattering protection for him and Yan'er, but she had provided a place to live, and the occasional half-bowl of rice, a few handfuls of grains, was the greatest kindness to Mo Wuji and Yan'er.

One hundred gold coins were enough for an ordinary family to live a simple life, any more and he was afraid it would make Aunt Lu feel uneasy.

It wasn't until Mo Wuji had disappeared from sight that Aunt Lu remembered the cloth bag in her hand. She opened it, and the golden light almost made her cry out in surprise. Then she understood what was happening, Yan'er and the Mo family young master had met a benefactor. She quickly hurried back, still unable to suppress the pounding in her heart.

...

An hour later, Mo Wuji stopped in front of a mansion.

The two huge ancient characters ‘Han Residence’ told Mo Wuji that this was where he would be living for the next few months, the residence of the old Duke Han Shengan.

Mo Wuji roughly estimated that the Han Residence covered an area of at least ten thousand square meters.

In this bustling city of Raozhou, a residence of this size must cost a fortune. He wondered how big his Mo family's palace in the Northern Qin Dynasty was, but unfortunately, he didn't even have any memory of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

"Hey, you kid, what are you doing loitering around in front of the Duke's Residence? Move aside." While Mo Wuji was still marveling, the guard in front of the Duke's Residence was already yelling at him in annoyance.

Mo Wuji quickly stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Greetings, brothers, my name is Mo Wuji..."

"You're Mo Wuji? The one the old Duke personally agreed to let into the residence yesterday?" The guard who had been yelling at Mo Wuji interrupted him and exclaimed in surprise.

Then he muttered to himself, "He doesn't look like anything special."

Mo Wuji chuckled, "That's me."

The guard's gossip seemed to suddenly ignite. He carefully pulled Mo Wuji aside and asked, "I heard you're also an alchemist. By the way, why did you give up your position as a prince to become a servant in the Han Residence?"

Mo Wuji immediately cupped his fist towards the air of the Han Residence and said solemnly, "Brother, your question is inappropriate. My admiration for the old Duke Han is like a mighty river flowing endlessly. How can a mere princedom compare to being a servant in the Han Residence? In other words, if you were to choose between being a guard in the Han Residence and being a prince, which would you choose?"

"Ah..." The guard was speechless. Of course, he would choose to be a prince. But how could he say that? If he said that and it got out, wouldn't it mean that he had no sense of belonging to the Han Residence?

"Hehe, my admiration for the old Duke is also endless, so naturally I would choose to be a guard in the Han Residence." The guard rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

Mo Wuji patted the guard on the shoulder, "That's it. It's such a simple question, you already have the answer, why ask me? Are you deliberately teasing me?"

"No, no." The guard quickly said.

Mo Wuji chuckled, "I was just joking with you. Please take me in to report."

The guard patted his chest confidently, "Brother Mo, leave it to me. From now on, you're my friend, Ding Bu'er. Follow me."

After saying that, he greeted the other guard and actively pulled Mo Wuji inside to report. Although Mo Wuji didn't know martial arts, he was assigned to the Han Residence's courtyard guards and became a martial artist.

Ding Bu'er. Hearing this name, Mo Wuji couldn't help but think of Ding Bu'san and Ding Bu'si. This guy had a somewhat wretched appearance, but his eyes were very bright, and his words revealed sincerity, which made Mo Wuji feel very favorable towards Ding Bu'er.

Ding Bu'er seemed to want to show everyone that Mo Wuji was under his protection, so he took Mo Wuji around and introduced him to everyone.

However, Mo Wuji could tell that Ding Bu'er's status was not high. Few of these servants and guards took Ding Bu'er seriously, but no one stood up to embarrass him. Even in his courtyard guards, few greeted him, and he hadn't even met the chief courtyard guard.

In any case, the treatment of servants in the Han Residence was not bad. Even a newly arrived servant like Mo Wuji had a separate residence.

"Bu'er, did the old Duke Han say that the empire's Leap to Immortality Assembly is in three months, and someone from our Han Residence will participate?" After walking around and settling down, Mo Wuji hadn't seen the person who was supposed to take him to the empire's Leap to Immortality Assembly. He was getting anxious.

He didn't come here to be a servant, but to use the power of the Han Residence to go to the capital of the Stellar Transformations Empire. Most importantly, to see the Leap to Immortality Assembly, and to take the opportunity to escape Raozhou.