Dare to Cancel the Engagement? I Will Marry Your Ancestor! - Chapter 40

Mo Ling looked at the smug expression on the face of Young Master Wuxia and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.

His left hand suddenly halted mid-motion. Young Master Wuxia thought Mo Ling had been countered, so he got up and stepped closer, intending to finish him off with one strike.

But little did he know that Mo Ling had been waiting precisely for this moment!

As soon as he saw his prey fall into the trap, Mo Ling pulled his left hand, twisting it like a braid and entangling the demonic blade tightly.

The silver-scaled white snake, driven to agony, reverted to its original form. Its tail lashed in the air but quickly fell still.

Mo Ling raised his left hand, gripping the unconscious snake’s head, and with his right hand, he thrust forward, unleashing a crimson imperial seal.

Young Master Wuxia was caught off guard by his arrogance and barely managed to dodge the red imperial mark in time.

“Fine, you could’ve killed me just now, but I know you showed mercy. I won’t attack you anymore.”

Mo Ling scoffed deeply — of course he wouldn’t attack, knowing full well he couldn’t win.

On the surface, however, Mo Ling kept smiling and handed the demonic blade back to Young Master Wuxia.

“Your demon blade is quite something — far more spirited than the ones I’ve seen before.”

With just that little flattery, the mood of Young Master Wuxia visibly improved.

“Most people craft demon blades using fierce and large beasts. But I prefer snakes — so nimble and agile. They seem soft and weak, but they hide fangs full of venom.”

Mo Ling understood now — not only was this man a narcissist, but also somewhat deranged.

“I sensed Buddhist energy on you and heard your words of compassion. I thought you might be a disciple of some lay Buddhist sect. But after exchanging blows, I realize you’re not a monk.”

“Be honest. Are you a monk or a disciple of the Buddhist order?”

Mo Ling widened his eyes in shock, pointing at himself.
“Me, a monk? Look at yourself with your beautiful wives and concubines as a clan leader — wipe your eyes and take another look. Do I look like a monk?”

Young Master Wuxia burst into loud laughter to cover his embarrassment. He reached down to scoop up the white cat, while his subordinates stepped forward to hold up the parasol again.

“I just wanted to verify something.”

Mo Ling followed Young Master Wuxia into the inner hall, where they sat facing each other like honored guests.

Charming maidens came forward to serve them tea, acting as if the earlier fight had never happened. They even smiled sweetly at Mo Ling.

“Verify a prophecy — a prophecy from 800 years ago.”

Mo Ling didn’t dare touch the tea. Instead, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Eight hundred years? A thousand? And now a prophecy? He wasn’t buying it.

“What prophecy?”

Young Master Wuxia lifted his tea while deliberately pausing for a dramatic effect, waiting for Mo Ling to press him again.

However, Mo Ling, disinterested in outdated predictions, directly addressed the issue.
“Is the Thousand Buddha Robe really with you?”

Young Master Wuxia’s expression twitched at Mo Ling’s bluntness. He set down his cup.
“Don’t be so impatient. Let me explain properly.”

Mo Ling cupped his hands.
“Then I’ll leave you to it, Young Master. Drink more tea and take your time. I’ll listen carefully.”

Young Master Wuxia found Mo Ling rather amusing now. Smiling, he began to explain:

“The Thousand Buddha Robe is indeed in my possession. Our clan — the Wang family’s second sons — have guarded it for generations, awaiting the one foretold in the prophecy from 800 years ago.”

So, this meant they’d only hand it over to the prophesied person?

“And what exactly does this prophecy say?”

Satisfied with Mo Ling’s interest, Young Master Wuxia smiled wider and explained, “A great monk, before his death, saw both past and future. Before he turned into a golden relic, he left this prophecy:

‘In the future, a great calamity shall arise — one born from the karma created by the Buddhist order, but which no Buddhist disciple can resolve.’

‘When this calamity draws near, one person shall come to Thousand Buddha City. This person will bear the Buddha staff, claim the Buddha robe, and retrieve the Buddha treasure. With all three sacred relics united, they can prevent the catastrophe.’

Young Master Wuxia crossed his legs and added casually,
“That’s the gist of it.”

The bearer of the staff must refer to the Invincible Monk Staff, right?

To get the robe, one had to take it or prove they deserved it.

And the third treasure… Mo Ling guessed it had to be that golden relic left behind by the monk who spoke the prophecy.

“So the staff is like my entry pass, right?”

Mo Ling spoke as he summoned his black Invincible Zen Staff from his right arm and gripped it in his hand.

Young Master Wuxia hadn’t expected him to actually have the staff. Startled, he jumped up and stepped closer to examine it.

“Yes! Forged from darksteel and sunstone — that’s the Invincible Monk Staff used to subdue demons!”

Sunstone—basically obsidian that’s been baked under the sun for ages.

Mo Ling always thought the staff felt heavy. Now he knew — it was literally a chunk of stone.

“Could you really be the one from the prophecy?”

Young Master Wuxia didn’t just look shocked. He also looked a bit doubtful.

He probably thought the chosen one from the prophecy wouldn’t be someone looking as battered as Mo Ling.

But Mo Ling really wanted to say — try being hunted by two marshal-level elders and see if you’d still look dignified!

“Young Master, someone’s broken through the gate!”

Young Master Wuxia frowned.
“Drive them out! I’m in the middle of discussing a matter of immense importance!”

But the maid bit her lip, looking troubled.
“We can’t stop them, Young Master. Xiaoman and Fusang have both been injured.”

“Who dares act so rudely?”

As she spoke, her eyes flicked toward Mo Ling. He immediately caught on and stepped forward.

“Are they two old men dressed in black robes with red flame patterns?”

The maid nodded.
“They said they know you’re inside and demanded you come out, or they’ll kill their way in. We tried to stop them, since you’re our honored guest, but we couldn’t hold them back.”

Mo Ling hadn’t expected the two elders from the Xingyao Sect to still be tracking him. He lifted his foot, ready to head out.

“Those two elders were from the Xingyao Sect — one of the top three sects in Northern Han Prefecture. They’re after me. Don’t interfere. I’ll draw them away.”

Young Master Wuxia, who had been calmly listening with folded arms, now stepped forward to block Mo Ling.

“For those words alone, I must protect you. You are surely the one from the prophecy. Go now — your mission is more important!”

Young Master Wuxia stepped outside, hands behind his back, but Mo Ling blocked his path.

“They’re both at the upper-tier Marshal level. None of you can stand against them. No need to risk yourselves for me.”

Young Master Wuxia chuckled, brimming with confidence. He lifted his foot and crossed the threshold.
“You underestimate the Wang clan. But let me be clear, I can only buy you a little time. Move quickly.”

Mo Ling felt a pang of worry, but the nearby maid tugged at his sleeve.
“Young Master, come this way.”

With no choice and not wanting to waste the opportunity given by Young Master Wuxia, Mo Ling followed the maid through the rear of the residence, heading toward the back courtyard.

They reached what seemed like a back gate. The maid took out a key and unlocked the door.

Mo Ling thought she was helping him escape, but when the dark wooden gate swung open, it didn’t lead to a back alley but to a barren yet spotlessly clean courtyard.

“This is the very first Buddhist temple of Thousand Buddha City. I wish you luck, Young Master!”

The maid smiled faintly, then hastily shut and locked the door behind him.

As her footsteps hurried away, Mo Ling realized she had gone to assist at the front gate.