Chapter 121

Zaxi Mo glanced over and saw three Super-Ninth Rank Great Bodhisattva Buddhist cultivators standing behind Mo Fen; he forced a smile and said, “Is this appropriate?”

Mo Fen grinned and looked at Lu Ling: “What’s inappropriate? We’re just using some of her blood to perform a ritual to locate the Demon Land.”

“Your Lion Clan doesn’t need to worry about Lita, but our Flame Clan can’t ignore Young Master Wan Juan—he’s our Flame Clan’s cultivation genius, and a genius of the entire Buddhist Kingdom.”

Zaxi Mo frowned and said, “You just claimed Young Master Wan Juan activated a demonic array, causing what happened over a decade ago—I don’t believe such a thing exists in this world.”

Mo Fen shrugged: “I don’t care whether you believe it or not. Today, I’m taking her away—no negotiation.”

At these words, the Lion Clan members’ expressions instantly darkened.

The Flame Clan already held greater power, and over these years, their rapid advancement had firmly overshadowed the Lion Clan.

The fact that Mo Fen brought three Super-Ninth Rank Great Bodhisattvas alone showed his determination.

Even if Zaxi Mo was furious, he couldn’t change anything—for the sake of his entire family and the bigger picture, he truly had no choice.

Even if things escalated.

Mo Fen wasn’t afraid—he was close to the powerful figures in the Buddhist Kingdom’s imperial court.

“No! I absolutely refuse! You’ve merely read a few Buddhist taboos, and now you want to use my niece’s life to test them!”

Lady Shana stepped forward like a lioness, shielding Lu Ling behind her.

Lu Ling didn’t understand their conversation, so she tugged at Lady Shana’s sleeve and asked, “Auntie, what are you talking about? Why do they want to use my blood for a ritual?”

Lady Shana briefly recounted their earlier exchange, then comforted her: “Don’t worry—I’m here today. Unless I die, no one will take you away.”

A middle-aged man from the Lion Clan stepped forward and barked:

“Nonsense! I say this woman may not even be Lion Clan blood—just for her, it’s not worth going to war with the Flame Clan!”

This view immediately won widespread approval.

Some, terrified of death, even pointed at Lu Ling and Lady Shana, muttering complaints and accusations.

Zaxi Mo slammed his fist on the table and coldly said, “All of you, shut up—are you the heads of this family, or am I?”

He turned to Mo Fen: “I don’t care what nonsense you just spouted about a demonic array—but you cannot just walk out of my Lion Clan with her!”

What greater humiliation could there be?

Even if the Flame Clan and we become irreconcilable enemies from now on, I won’t let them simply drag her away like this.

Mo Fen sneered and waved his hand; the three Super-Ninth Rank Great Bodhisattvas stepped forward. The leader clasped his hands and said, “I hear the Flame Clan has a Super-Ninth Rank Great Bodhisattva cultivator. Why not have a friendly duel?”

Zaxi Mo replied coolly: “No need.”

Mo Fen slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his tone threatening: “Are you looking down on me? We must duel today—there must be a winner and loser!”

Zaxi Mo’s face turned livid—he knew exactly what Mo Fen intended. The leader, Jiumo Xie, was a Third-Stage Great Bodhisattva, while the Lion Clan’s Bodhisattva was only Second-Stage.

The two sides weren’t even on the same level; no duel was needed—they would lose for certain.

Most importantly, if our family’s Bodhisattva cultivator were injured, it would be extremely dangerous for our clan.

Lu Ling, sensing the danger, stepped forward with a smile: “If using my blood in the ritual can save my parents, I’m willing!”

Lady Shana panicked and pulled her back behind her:

“You’re too naive! If they only needed a little blood, they could just ask for some—but if they want to take you away, it means they need a lot, and your life will be in danger!”

Mo Fen, speaking awkwardly in the language of Great Zhou, said: “She doesn’t mind—why should you force both our great clans into mutual destruction?”

This was his way of offering Zaxi Mo a face-saving exit—he knew Zaxi Mo couldn’t afford to lose a Bodhisattva cultivator.

If that happened, the Lion Clan was doomed to decline forever.

Zaxi Mo fell silent. He hadn’t expected Mo Fen to be so tyrannical—he’d underestimated his resolve. He truly couldn’t bear the risk of losing a Bodhisattva cultivator from his own family.

“Lu Ling… are you truly willing…”

Zaxi Mo’s voice trailed off; he rubbed his temples in frustration.

Making this decision was agonizing—he truly wasn’t suited to be clan head.

At that moment,

A sudden voice rang out: “Of course she isn’t!”

*Whoosh!* Every person in the hall turned to look.

A young man dressed in Great Zhou official robes walked into the hall, smiling as he stared coldly at Mo Fen: “I heard everything you just said. You want to duel?”

“Who the hell are you?!”

Mo Fen’s expression darkened.

Lady Shana nervously tugged Lu Fang’s sleeve: “Are you crazy? Get down quickly—they have three Super-Ninth Rank Bodhisattva cultivators!”

By coincidence and due to haste, Lu Ling had not revealed Lu Fang’s identity as the Marquis of Great Zhou’s Literary Crown.

First, they hadn’t asked; second, she feared it might draw enemies.

Lu Fang smiled: “Don’t worry—I understand everything here. Coincidentally, my fourth senior sister is quite strong and wants to spar with them.”

Earlier, Lu Fang had asked Zhou Yiyi about her strength.

Zhou Yiyi had simply replied: “I’m unbeatable below the Semi-Sage realm.”

Otherwise, Lu Fang wouldn’t have been so bold—he’d have chosen another way to resolve this.

“Your fourth senior sister?”

Mo Fen sneered, looking at Lu Fang as if he were an idiot.

Zhou Yiyi stepped forward, chin raised: “What? Disrespect me? You’ve got three Bodhisattva Buddhist cultivators here? Have them all come at once.”

“What?! Did I hear that right?” Mo Fen laughed uncontrollably.

Zaxi Mo stared in shock at Zhou Yiyi beside Lu Fang—his own cultivation level couldn’t penetrate her true realm.

He didn’t know whether Zhou Yiyi and Lu Fang were bluffing or truly powerful—but to fight three Bodhisattva cultivators at once? That was far too arrogant.

The others in the hall burst into laughter—Zhou Yiyi looked no older than twenty; how strong could she possibly be? To fight three at once?

Unless the sun rose in the west, it was impossible.

“Since someone wants to die, let’s grant their wish.”

Mo Fen gave a subtle nod to the lead Bodhisattva cultivator.