Chapter 35: Old Sins and Past Wrongs

Only then did Yun Feng’s ears twitch twice. He stood up calmly. “Alright, I’ll go deal with that Mo fellow right now.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his figure shot out several hundred meters, closing in on Mo Twelve. Seeing he was being pursued, Mo Twelve had no choice but to stop and face him.

“So, you must be my future brother-in-law?” A boundless mirth sparkled in Mo Twelve’s beautiful eyes.

Yun Feng drew his sword, his handsome face devoid of emotion. “Draw your weapon! I don’t want to kill someone who can’t even truss a chicken.” Mo Twelve looked far too delicate.

Tilting his head, Mo Twelve regarded Yun Feng with a playful smile. “I wouldn’t fight my future brother-in-law. I, Mo Twelve, am a very polite person.”

Yun Feng pointed his sword at Mo Twelve, blue martial energy gathering in his hand.

Mo Twelve narrowed his eyes. “Seventh Layer Martial Path, peak stage? Brother-in-law, you won’t be able to best me like that!” With a blink, he slipped free from Yun Feng’s reach and darted toward the Scarlet Blossom Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Yun Feiyue stretched languidly and instructed Chunhua to prepare bathwater. She didn’t know exactly what Mo Feiyan intended, but it was certainly to rescue her.

“Chunhua, bring plenty of fresh flowers.” She wanted to be fragrant and alluring!

No sooner had she spoken than a flash of red approached rapidly, stopping before her. Mo Twelve smiled at Yun Feiyue. “Beautiful sister, are you waiting for me to bathe with you?”

She hadn’t expected him to catch up so quickly! Yun Feiyue’s expression changed. “Get out.” She didn’t want anyone interfering with her plan to seduce a man.

Mo Twelve blinked. “Alright, but only if you give me a kiss, beautiful sister.”

Yun Feiyue shivered. This one was definitely the submissive type! She steadied herself and forced a smile. “Aren’t you afraid my third brother will deal with you?” She had already spotted Yun Feng’s shadow approaching swiftly.

“Don’t worry, brother-in-law is only at the peak of the Seventh Layer. He’s still far from being able to deal with me. But if you want me gone, just let me borrow the little one for a while!” Mo Twelve pointed mischievously at Little Mumu, his eyes brimming with interest as if he were eyeing a toy.

Little Mumu snorted and burrowed into Yun Feiyue’s arms, rubbing his head against her chest. “That brother is so scary!”

Yun Feiyue lifted Little Mumu by his clothes and tossed him aside. “Don’t think you can take advantage of me.”

At that moment, Yun Feng arrived in the courtyard, his green robes fluttering, feet barely touching the ground as he leaped, his emerald sword aimed at Mo Twelve. “Get out.”

Mo Twelve dodged easily and smiled wryly. “I told you, at this level, you can’t do anything to me!”

Yun Feiyue pressed a hand to her forehead and tried to reason with Mo Twelve. “Have you ever heard of the Yun Seal?”

Mo Twelve tilted his head, thinking for a moment, and seemed to recall it. The Yun Seal was a legendary technique unique to the Yun family, capable of unleashing immense power—a forbidden art.

“Next month is the ranking tournament for the Heavenly Martial Roll. Brother-in-law would never use the Yun Seal just for me.” Mo Twelve looked at Yun Feng with certainty. “If you want to kill me, do it at the ranking tournament. Right now, don’t get in the way of my courtship.”

Clearly, this Mo Twelve could not be persuaded. Violence was the only answer!

Yun Feiyue drew a line through the air with her fingertips, conjuring a long whip of flame that lashed ferociously at Mo Twelve. With a flash, Mo Twelve evaded her attack, but her strikes grew fiercer. Inside the house there was no room to dodge, so he had no choice but to retreat from the Scarlet Blossom Pavilion.

He withdrew to the courtyard and sighed lightly. “If I weren’t loath to harm such a beauty, I’d have subdued you already, beautiful sister. Now, I’ll wait for you outside. But I won’t let Mo Feiyan go in either.”

Fine! Do as you please! Yun Feiyue slammed the door shut and went to the bath. Chunhua had already prepared the water, filled with fresh roses whose fragrance filled the air.

She shed her clothes and sank into the bath. Warmth gradually enveloped her body, soothing the wild energy that had been rampaging within her. Yun Feiyue knew that to unseal her power without properly harmonizing her meridians was to court disaster. Fortunately, Mo Feiyan had intervened.

She lowered her head, pondering the strange events of late. Chunhua gently massaged her shoulders. “Miss, I heard that Lord Shen Yin is pursuing you. Will you really marry him and become mistress of the Mo family?”

So that’s how rumors spread! But marry Mo Feiyan? What a joke! The mistresses of the Mo family all met miserable ends or vanished without a trace.

Throughout history, every mistress of the Mo family had been a genius of the Heavenly Martial Roll, yet each had come to a tragic fate. Still, this apparent curse had not deterred women from marrying into the Mo family. Countless others still vied for Lord Shen Yin’s hand… but Yun Feiyue was not one of them.

“He’s good-looking, I’ll grant you that, but I have no desire to die young.”

Chunhua pouted. “But miss, you’re so powerful. You won’t end up like those before you. Besides, Madam and Master both seem very pleased with Lord Shen Yin.”

“Is that so?” Yun Feiyue looked at Chunhua thoughtfully.

Chunhua nodded earnestly. “I happened to overhear Madam and Master talking at the gate the other day. They said only the Mo family can stand against those of the Ghost Path. It’s an old grievance left behind from the previous generation.”