Dare to Cancel the Engagement? I Will Marry Your Ancestor! - Chapter 38

Elder Lu Gui of the Xingyao Sect raised his hand and tucked the Thousand-Extinguishing Fire Arrow into his sleeve while glaring coldly at Mo Ling.

“You are the master of a sect—how can you argue based on seniority?”

Mo Ling looked at this serious old man, and when he actually brought up this matter, he immediately used his eloquent words to try to deceive him.

“Yes, I’m the master of a sect, but the Tianyun Sect is just a tiny sect. We pay tribute to the Xingyao Sect every year, never late or lacking. Even if you’re dissatisfied, you should at least give me a reason. Why are you trying to kill me?”

Lu Gui glared angrily but refused to give the reason.

“You know what you did; do you need me to tell you?”

Mo Ling insisted on knowing the reason.
“Does Xingyao Sect want more tribute? If that’s the case, we can talk it out. No need to come at me with these kinds of weapons.”

“Hmph! Stop changing the issue. Whether you admit it or not, today, I will take your life!”

Seeing the old man about to strike, Mo Ling quickly shouted, “You can’t kill me! I saved your sect’s saintess three times! I’m a benefactor of the Xingyao Sect!”

Bad move. Mentioning the saint only made Lu Gui angry. Without another word, he suddenly attacked him.

Crap!

Being chased by a Marshal Realm high-ranker? The survival rate must be close to zero!

But Mo Ling didn’t immediately flee. He always preferred to take a risk when confronted with formidable enemies.

The Fire God Palm collapsed, leaving the surrounding air with a melting sensation. Luckily, Mo Ling chanted a spell in time, summoning the Nine-Spinning Lotus Platform Barrier to protect himself. Without it, he would have probably turned to ashes!

“You think a barrier can stop me?” Lu Gui sneered.

He poured more firepower into his attack, pressing his palms together. Mo Ling’s barrier was clearly about to shatter.

So, he made a gamble—he funneled all his energy into his legs. With the spiritual energy removed, the barrier would vanish.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Lu Gui pushed forward with both hands, but Mo Ling was pushed back hundreds of feet by the heat wave driven by the magic power. Taking the chance, Mo Ling fled into the misty mountains.

“Haha! I have to admit that this old man has some principles. Had he utilized the Thousand-Extinguishing Fire Arrow, I would have undoubtedly suffered burns.”

Mo Ling laughed as he rushed toward Qianfo City (Thousand Buddha City), only to feel a hand suddenly land on his shoulder.

“Funny, is it?”

“Not amusing at all. Seriously not funny.”

He sighed and turned, only to find another old man.

The Xingyao Sect had really lost it—sending two elders after him?

This one looked younger—probably under three hundred years old. He has no beard but had wise, cold eyes that stared straight at Mo Ling.

“And… may I ask what business this Elder has with me?”

“I am Lu Xin, the 307th generation elder of the Xingyao Sect, ranked 9th. The man you just fought is my older brother, Lu Gui, ranked 5th.”

Mo Ling’s body was tightly controlled by Lu Xin. If he dared to resist at this moment, his spiritual energy would be suppressed by him, causing his vital energy to flow backwards and go wild.

“What a formality, Elder.” I wouldn’t call it a fight. He was just giving me a few pointers.”

Lu Xin chuckled, “It’s no surprise that people refer to you as a shrewd individual. Come with me!”

Since it was useless to resist now, Mo Ling simply didn’t want to waste his energy and leaned into Lu Xin’s arms: “Then please ask Elder Lu to take me down.”

Lu Xin couldn’t imagine that a man would lean on him. In anger, he pushed Mo Ling away and cursed, “You little bastard, damn it—”

But before he could finish his words, Mo Ling repeated his old trick and slipped very far away. Only then did Lu Xin realize Mo Ling’s previous plan and immediately chase after him, looking furious.

Mo Ling didn’t dare to fly anymore. He descended into the forests of Qianfo Mountain, hiding himself.

The Xingyao elders Lu Gui and Lu Xin were flying together, both furious and determined to catch Mo Ling.

Meanwhile, Mo Ling sat cross-legged in the woods, his breath hidden, and his eyes were looking at the sky.

He only felt a sense of relief when he saw the two elders fly past him.

He had just tricked two Xingyao Sect elders. He was uncertain about the outcome of this situation. But Mo Ling was always optimistic and never worried about tomorrow.

So, he stood up and dusted himself off.

The trees around Qianfo Mountain were adorned with red ribbons, each inscribed with wishes and offerings from villagers.

Following the mountain path, he entered a village and caught a scent of delicious food from a nearby place. His stomach growled. So, Mo Ling went inside, sat down, and began eating.

At the next table sat some devout-looking believers. Clad in fine silks and jingling with jewelry, they clearly weren’t shy about flaunting their wealth.

He overheard them talking.

“There’s no place to even stand in Qianfo City anymore. It’s cleaner here, and the vegetarian meals are decent too.”

Mo Ling didn’t think much of it until they mentioned the Thousand Buddha Robe.

“This year, our family donated a lot of incense offerings, so we brought our son to pray and get blessed by the Thousand Buddha Robe.”

Another couple nearby responded jealously, “That’s quite the blessing! I hear it’s rare to even see the Thousand Buddha Will. It’s not just offerings—it requires fate.”

The first man snorted, “As long as you offer more offerings, you will naturally have a connection with the Buddha. Isn’t it all up to Master Wuxia to decide? I have already sent someone to take care of the relationship.

“Mo Ling quickly finished his noodles, threw down some silver, and left.

Young Master Wuxia manages the Thousand Buddha Robe?

He didn’t sound like a monk.

Mo Ling reentered Qianfo City, and just as the two men had said, the streets were covered with mats, and people who were worshiping Buddha sat on the ground. Although there were many people, it was still very orderly.

He weaved through the gaps, looking for Long Qianqian, while also searching for the ancient pagoda he’d spotted earlier from the sky.

There it was—the temple with the ancient tower and sealed gates.

Mo Ling cleaned his clothes and walked up to knock.

Surprisingly, two beautiful young women in white robes quickly opened the door.

“Who are you?”

“What do you want?”

Their voices were soft and melodious, one sentence each. Then they stared at him.

Mo Ling smiled bitterly and explained, “I was sent by someone to pay respects to the Young Master. Could I trouble you to pass along a message?”

The girls giggled. One of them teased, “You know our Young Master’s name, but not his rules?”

Mo Ling blinked and smiled at the one who spoke:
“Then please enlighten me.”

The other woman saw that Mo Ling was only paying attention to the other woman, and she became jealous. She pouted and said coldly, “The rule of our young master is not to see men, but only beauties!”

With that, she slammed the door in his face.