As soon as Mo Yunfei finished speaking, over a dozen women emerged from behind screens, jade trees, pavilions, corridors, and chambers, surprisingly holding gleaming long swords.
"Whoa, ladies, swords have no eyes. Calm down, calm down. I'm here to see your young lady."
Upon seeing that they were all women, Ren Yuanhao immediately relaxed. He instinctively raised his hands, adopting a "I surrender, I admit defeat" expression.
"Hmph, many people come looking for our young lady. Do you think you're worthy!"
The woman who spoke unleashed harsh words and then lunged forward with her sword. Ren Yuanhao immediately activated his "Flying Dragon Probing Cloud Hand," darting about like a butterfly through flowers. Whenever he encountered a critical point, he would use his fingertips to flick the swords held by the women, throwing their formations into disarray. After more than ten exchanges, Ren Yuanhao had already broken free from their encirclement.
"I didn't expect the young ladies of the Ji clan to be more beautiful than the last. Tsk tsk," Ren Yuanhao tightly gripped over a dozen cyan silk scarves, and then read them out one by one: "Qingyu, Biliu, Hanyan, Shuyue, Xiaofeng, Yinxue, Linghua..."
These were the names of the female attendants of the Ji clan, reportedly named by Ji Fu. Ren Yuanhao was no stranger to the formation they had just executed; it was the Seven Star Formation previously employed by the remnants of the Jiang clan in the dense forest of the tomb. It seemed Ji Fu had recited the formation out of whim, adding the "Reverse Seven Star Formation" strategy without adhering strictly to the original formation. She had then taught this formation to these female attendants in a short period.
While this modification could indeed enhance combat effectiveness, these female attendants had only begun their training recently and lacked Ji Fu's comprehension. Thus, they were unable to achieve anything significant in such a short time, which was why Ren Yuanhao had so easily defeated them.
"You impudent thief!"
Mo Yunfei snatched the long sword from the attendant Hanyan, his true qi surging backward like waves crashing upon the shore. He drew his sword, and with what seemed like a simple strike, he had locked down Ren Yuanhao's escape route!
"Good swordsmanship. But you're bullying me because I don't have a weapon, aren't you!"
Ren Yuanhao infused his palms with the forces of water and fire. Without dodging, he directly struck the tip of Mo Yunfei's sword. As the two forces collided, the tungsten steel sword body let out a mournful cry. However, Mo Yunfei was relentless and had no intention of retracting his blow. The tungsten steel sword instantly shattered into several pieces, which shot into the ranks of the female attendants like shrapnel from an exploding grenade.
The female attendants had no idea what was happening and were caught completely off guard. The sharp fragments, accompanied by a violent surge of energy, tore through the air, lunging towards their vital points!
"Damn it, you don't know how to cherish a woman at all!"
Ren Yuanhao frantically activated his "Flying Dragon Probing Cloud Hand," his movements becoming incredibly elusive. Each time, at the last possible moment, he would embrace the beautiful female attendants by their waists and pull them away from the impact of the shattered sword fragments. However, in the process of dodging and rescuing Hanyan, his calf was not retracted in time, and a gap was torn open, staining his pant leg a deep red.
Seeing this, the female attendants, being clear about favors and grievances, mostly sheathed their swords and gave a slight bow to Ren Yuanhao, their faces showing a hint of acknowledgment. They also took back the silk scarves bearing their names from his hands.
Mo Yunfei was still furious when he heard a very familiar female voice from outside the white arched gate.
"Hmph, as expected, this little lecher is quite skilled; you've even charmed my attendants."
Upon hearing the voice, all the women knew it was Miss Ji Fu. They retreated dejectedly. Mo Yunfei, having suffered two setbacks, was about to make a move to at least regain some face in front of his fiancée. Unexpectedly, Ji Fu spoke first: "Yunfei, don't make a move. I'll handle this fickle little lecher!"
Ren Yuanhao was perplexed. He felt a rapid thrust coming from Ji Fu's direction. However, he had no intention of dodging. Instead, he extended two fingers. When the sword edge was still about ten centimeters away, he pulled his fingers forward, firmly clamping the sword body. No matter how Ji Fu wiggled it, it remained immobile.
Ji Fu's face showed anger. Ren Yuanhao was about to let go when Ji Fu spun and threw herself into his arms, the sword edge landing precisely on her fair white neck. Ren Yuanhao, sensing danger, thought: *Grandmother, if you're going to commit suicide, please don't use my hands, alright?*
Ji Fu's fair white neck indeed showed a bloody gash from her own sword. Seeing this, Mo Yunfei was enraged and was about to step forward. However, Ji Fu cried out with a "pale and charming face," "Don't come over! This little lecher is going to kill me!"
—What the hell? Miss Ji, you made a spectacular spin and landed in my arms, calling me a great lecher over and over, aren't you ashamed? Besides, I can sue you for defamation for trying to commit suicide!
Mo Yunfei and all the female attendants watched the blood flowing from Ji Fu's neck and dared not advance. At this moment, Ji Fu whispered to Ren Yuanhao, "Take me out. I have something to tell you."
"Coincidentally, I have something to tell you too~"
After Ren Yuanhao finished whispering, he immediately put on a cunning, sly grin. "Yes, your mistress is absolutely right. If you dare to take a step forward, this sword of mine has no eyes."
The two of them, acting in concert, put on a Hollywood-esque drama and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. By the time Mo Yunfei reacted, they had already made their escape.
...
The wheels of the jeep ground out a subtle yet regular sound on the gravel road.
"Hahaha, that was so exhilarating just now. Did you see their faces? They looked like they had dropped something precious, pale as ghosts, as if they'd seen a ghost."
Ji Fu stopped the bleeding with paper and then cast a rather strange glance at Ren Yuanhao, who was driving, and chuckled, "What's wrong? You haven't seen me for a couple of days and you dare to trespass into my residence? Very good. I appreciate your boldness."
"Look at you showing off. Weren't you just calling me a little lecher with great gusto?" Ren Yuanhao drove eastward, knowing there was a densely populated shopping mall there. As the saying goes, "the best place to hide is in plain sight"; the more people there are, the less likely one is to be discovered.
"If I didn't curse you like that, would you have been able to successfully rescue me from my terrible predicament at home?"
"What kind of predicament?"
"The pressure to get married from all the aunts and cousins. Aren't you afraid? It was like a righteous indictment, a review session. During the meal, they looked around as if drawing their swords, and anyone who dared to utter a word of dissent would meet a swift end. Aren't you afraid?"
Ren Yuanhao shrugged his shoulders very cooperatively.
Frankly, Ren Yuanhao actually liked this eccentric woman because her strangeness made her unpredictable. She might profess her love one moment and stab you in the heart the next. After stabbing you, you'd expect her to rub salt in the wound, but instead, she might offer you a piece of candied fruit, and then torment you until you question your sanity.