"Xia Liu?"

Upon hearing the other party's words, Zhi Hai's gaze flickered slightly.

The other elders of Huashan Temple also wore expressions of bewildered confusion.

They couldn't understand why the abbot of Tianyin Temple, one of the Northern Four Temples, had come to their Huashan Temple merely to see Xia Liu.

This statement by Jue Yin left them somewhat baffled.

"Master Jue Yin, may I ask what business you have with Xia Liu? He is just an ordinary disciple of our temple."

Zhi Hai spoke up.

"Is that so? I have heard that he is the strongest among the young generation of your Huashan Temple."

"And it is said that he uniquely possesses ten scars on his head."

"So today, I wanted to see him for myself."

Jue Yin said indifferently.

Upon hearing about the ten scars, Zhi Hai's expression changed, and his pupils constricted.

"I'm sorry, Xia Liu is currently in secluded cultivation and it is inconvenient for him to meet anyone."

"My apologies, Master Jue Yin!!!"

Zhi Hai said with an apologetic face.

"Inconvenient to meet people, or do you not want him to meet people?"

Jue Yin sneered.

"Master Jue Yin, what do you mean by this?"

Zhi Hai's brow furrowed.

"What if I insist on seeing Xia Liu today?"

Jue Yin's expression darkened, and he directly demanded.

Immediately, Zhi Hai and the other elders of Huashan Temple's faces changed, their expressions turning ugly.

"Master Jue Yin, what do you mean by this?"

"How did my Huashan Temple offend you of Tianyin Temple?"

"Although Tianyin Temple is strong, my Huashan Temple is not one that can be bullied by just anyone."

Zhi Hai declared with a solemn, authoritative face.

"Brother Zhi Hai sure has a big temper. Sadly, with the little strength that your Huashan Temple possesses, I really don't see it as a threat."

Jue Yin snorted coldly.

"I will give you three days to hand over Xia Liu. If after three days,"

"I don't see Xia Liu, then there will be no need for Huashan Temple to exist."

Jue Yin said coldly, and directly walked toward the grand hall entrance.

Following him were two middle-aged monks with strong auras.

Watching Jue Yin leave,

Zhi Hai and the others all looked visibly distressed.

"Abbot, why has Jue Yin suddenly become interested in Xia Liu?"

"And furthermore, to the extent of wanting to destroy our Huashan Temple!!!"

An elder of Huashan Temple said gravely.

"I'm afraid this has to do with Xia Liu's origins and background."

"He specifically mentioned Xia Liu's ten scars just now; clearly, he was here specifically for a monk with ten scars."

"The only reason one would do so is if they were related to Xia Liu's origins."

Zhi Hai said gravely.

"Abbot, what should we do now?"

All the elders of Huashan Temple looked towards Zhi Hai.

"No matter what, we cannot hand over Xia Liu."

"If Xia Liu gets harmed, it would be the end of our Huashan Temple."

Zhi Hai declared.

"Abbot, if we do not hand over Xia Liu, I fear in three days our Huashan Temple will be finished."

"With the strength of Tianyin Temple, our Huashan Temple really has no power to oppose them."

Zhi Mo said coldly.

"Yes!!!"

The group of Huashan Temple elders nodded in agreement.

"Contact the other two temples to see if we can seek their help."

Zhi Hai said gravely.

Meanwhile, outside Huashan Temple, Jue Yin and those two middle-aged monks were leaving.

"Abbot, I just inquired a bit, and it seems Xia Liu is not actually in Huashan Temple."

"I don't know where he is now; what should we do?"

One of the middle-aged monks spoke to Jue Yin.

"Keep an eye on Huashan Temple, and also contact the abbots of the other two temples in the South."

Jue Yin commanded.

"Abbot, are you planning to?"

The two men's gazes turned towards Jue Yin.

"If the Southern Martial Arts World were to lose a Buddhist power."

"They would certainly be delighted to see that happen."

Master Jue Yin's lips curved into a sneer, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.

Meanwhile, inside the Mo Family in the Southern Martial Arts Family.

The room where Mo Xiaoya was located, the door swung open.

A young man with a somewhat frivolous expression walked in.

Mo Xiaoya lay on the bed, watching the young man enter.

She suddenly sat up, frowning.

"Yang Mo, who allowed you to come in here? Get out!!!"

Mo Xiaoya glared at the man and shouted angrily.

This young man was none other than Young Master Yang Mo from the Yang Family, another Martial Arts Family like the Mo Family.

He was also the man whom Mo Xiaoya's uncle wanted her to marry.

"Xiao Yao, we are about to become husband and wife, why act like a stranger?"

Yang Mo's eyes shimmered with a sinister light as he walked towards her.

"I will never become your wife."

"You think you can be my husband, Mo Xiaoya? Dream on. Just leave me alone."

Mo Xiaoya snorted coldly.

Instantly, Yang Mo's expression darkened, and he snapped, "Mo Xiaoya, don't be too full of yourself."

"If it wasn't for your decent looks and being Lady Mo."

"Do you think a cultivation-incapable waste like you"

"deserves to step into the Yang Family's door and be my woman?"

"Marrying you is already more than your fortunes from several lifetimes could afford. Don't be ungrateful."

"Today, I will show you the might of Yang Mo."

With that, Yang Mo lunged towards Mo Xiaoya.

He pinned Mo Xiaoya down on the bed.

"Bastard, what are you doing? Let go of me!!!"

Mo Xiaoya's expression changed as she cried out urgently.

"Come on, let this young master have a taste before anything else!!!"

Yang Mo sneered with a wicked smile, about to tear apart Mo Xiaoya's clothes.

Bang!!!

At that moment, the elder Mo Kun suddenly appeared.

He grabbed Yang Mo by the torso and flung him out, leaving him to crash on the ground with a groan of pain.

"Grandpa Mo!!!"

Mo Xiaoya quickly got up and called out.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Mo Kun asked Mo Xiaoya.

"I'm fine, Grandpa Mo, please give this bastard a good beating!!!"

Mo Xiaoya stared at Yang Mo with seething anger.

"Young Master Yang, do you know what you are doing?"

Mo Kun watched Yang Mo with a cold, indifferent gaze.

"Humph, so what? She is soon to be my wife."

"Can't I be intimate with my wife?"

Yang Mo retorted fiercely with a snarl.

"I will never marry you."

Mo Xiaoya declared resolutely.

"Humph, that's not for you to decide. I'll let you off today."

"Watch how I will torment you once you are at the Yang Family!!!"

Yang Mo snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Grandpa Mo, look at this bastard, I'll be ruined if I marry him."

Mo Xiaoya looked pitifully at him.

"Miss, don't worry. I will never let you marry him."

Mo Kun assured her.

"By the way, is there any news from my master?"

Mo Xiaoya asked.

"Your master has probably gone to the East Sea. He won't be able to return for now."

"If it really comes to that, I may have to disturb the Family Head to come out of isolation."

Mo Kun said solemnly.

Meanwhile, in another room of the Mo Family.

Mo Xiaoya's uncle, Mo Tianchi, and Yang Family Patriarch, Yang Shang, sat together.

"Brother Yang, congratulations to both our families on becoming related by marriage!!!"

Mo Tianchi said while holding a wine glass.

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