Dare to Cancel the Engagement? I Will Marry Your Ancestor! - Chapter 39

Mo Ling scratched his head with a bitter smile. “Why must you make things so difficult for me?” he sighed.

Walking along the tall wall, he spread out his spiritual sense, listening for any movement inside. When he found a quiet spot, he lightly tapped the ground and leaped onto the wall.

He landed softly in the backyard of the ancient temple.

Just then, a white cat darted out from a nearby tree, brushing past his feet before stopping under the eaves and staring at him.

Its heterochromatic eyes watched him carefully, as if sizing up this stranger. Mo Ling couldn’t shake the feeling that this cat was going to cause him trouble.

Before he could even step closer, the cat bolted down the corridor.

Forget it.

Mo Ling glanced around. If he remembered right, there was an old pagoda inside this temple—the Thousand Buddha Robe (Robe of All Being) should be somewhere near it.

But before he could take more than a few steps in the direction the cat had run, he heard laughter and chatter approaching.

“Xiao Bai, stop running! If you get dirty outside, the young master will get mad when he holds you later!”

Damn it!

This cat had actually led people right toward him!

“Who’s there? Who’s hiding?”

One of the women in front caught a glimpse of his robe sleeve as he tried to dodge. She immediately shouted, “An intruder!”

The laughing maids fell silent, quickly drawing their swords and leaping forward to chase him.

Mo Ling stood still in the backyard. With nowhere to hide, he decided not to bother trying.

“It’s you! How did you get in here?”

Two of the women recognized him—they had seen him earlier at the gate. Their faces darkened with anger.

“You filthy man! How dare you barge in here! Today, you won’t leave alive!”

Eight women formed a sword formation and charged at him.

Blades flashed from all six directions—front, back, left, right, above, and below. The intense sword energy appeared capable of engulfing him and tearing him apart.

But Mo Ling only smiled calmly while gathering spiritual energy in his palm without moving.

Strangely, though he remained still, the sword tips couldn’t move any closer either!

Despite their best efforts, the women were unable to move their blades even slightly forward.

“Don’t think that numbers can make up for lack of strength,” Mo Ling said lightly.

Infuriated by his words, the eight women withdrew their swords and reformed their formation, moving faster this time. Mo Ling saw only blurs circling him.

But before they could strike again, Mo Ling spun in place. His long black hair, like dark feathers, lashed out and struck one woman in the face.

She spat bl00d and flew back, breaking the formation.

“Mei’er! Are you okay?” One of the women cried.

Mo Ling raised his hands in peace and advised, “You’re no match for me. No matter how many times you come at me, the result will be the same. You’d be better off fetching reinforcements.”

One of the women hesitated, then turned and ran. The white cat leapt up and followed her.

The remaining women glared at Mo Ling with such fury that if their stares were like blades, he would’ve been hacked to pieces a thousand times over.

“She’s fine. She just got a shock from my spiritual energy, causing her bl00d to surge and making her cough up a little bl00d. With a few days of rest, she’ll recover,” Mo Ling said as he pulled out a small pill bottle from his sleeve. “Here. This is a secret healing pill from my sect. It’ll help with internal injuries.”

“Bah! Who wants your filthy things?”

Supporting their injured sister, the women backed away from him.

At that moment, Mo Ling turned and saw a young man in white robes standing in front of him. The youth held the white cat in his arms while the servants shaded him with a white parasol.

His slightly curled hair was tied in a casual bun, and his handsome, flirtatious eyes lifted as he gave Mo Ling a once-over.

“Useless bunch. Did you really think you could beat him? Get out of my sight,” the young master said coldly.

The eight women cast one last hateful glare at Mo Ling before retreating.

“Young Master Wuxia—is that your title or your real name?” Mo Ling asked.

The white-clad youth gently stroked the cat in his arms, but though his face was charming, his eyes were ice-cold.

“State your purpose,” he ordered.

Mo Ling had planned to ease into things, but it seemed there was no chance for that now.

“I’m a straightforward man,” he said with a grin. “Since you’re asking so sincerely, I’ll show mercy and tell you—I came here for the Thousand Buddha Robe!”

Upon hearing this, Young Master Wuxia set the cat down and drew a jade-colored soft sword from his belt, his smile turning sharp.

“If you want the Thousand Buddha Robe, you’ll have to get past me first!”

Since this young master revealed nothing about himself, Mo Ling didn’t dare treat him as carelessly as he had the women. He gathered his spiritual energy and prepared.

Seeing Mo Ling refuse to strike first, Wuxia didn’t hesitate. In a blink, he launched ten swift attacks.

His sword moves looked soft and sloppy, without even a trace of spiritual energy—like they had no real killing power.

But Mo Ling sensed something off.

The blade was double-edged, meaning both sides were sharp enough to kill. With its flexibility, the soft sword could weave through a crowd and cut down not just the man in front, but anyone standing behind him too.

Anyone who saw the soft blade would instinctively dodge, and observing Wuxia’s seemingly weak attacks would lower their guard.

That’s when they’d fall into his trap.

Mo Ling saw through it but still chose to pretend to fall for it. He wanted to test just how deep this young master’s strength ran.

Leaving an opening, Mo Ling let the soft sword wrap around his right arm.

The moment the blade touched his warm flesh, it transformed—turning into a silver-scaled snake with black fangs poised to strike his arm.

Mo Ling instantly gathered his energy in his arm, clenched his fist, and unleashed a sudden burst powerful enough to match a marshal-level attack!

Yet, the snake only loosened its grip slightly before tightening even harder. Worse, it began to suck away the spiritual energy he had just released!

“A demon blade?” Mo Ling muttered.

Young Master Wuxia stood before him, coldly watching his struggle. Though Mo Ling’s right arm was nearly crippled and his energy was drained, his face remained calm and relaxed. This made Wuxia frown slightly.

“You have some insight,” Wuxia said. “Since you show a bit of skill, when you die, I’ll have my maids bury you on Mount Thousand Buddhas. You can enjoy the incense offerings of the pilgrims.”

“See? I’m a kind guy. No need to thank me, and don’t bother begging. I won’t spare your life.”

Arrogant narcissist!

Mo Ling rolled his eyes. He gathered the golden protective light in his left hand, grabbed the snake’s triangular head, and prepared to crush it.

But in a flash, the silver-scaled snake vanished and changed back into a soft sword.

Seizing the handle, Wuxia twisted it, aiming to slice Mo Ling’s left hand into pieces.

“Heh, I already predicted you’d try this trick. Why waste another hand on you?” Mo Ling sneered.