Wang Baole: I Married My Wife on My Own Merits

Heavenly Saber Manor.

Thousands of disciples stood ready, long swords in hand.

Mo Wuxin led the Mo Clan family members, standing at the entrance of the manor, overlooking the mountain below.

Before Wang Baole's army even arrived, a group of onlookers had already found good spots on the mountain to watch the spectacle.

On a solitary peak, two figures, one in black and one in white, stood out from the surrounding onlookers.

Behind these two figures was an old man draped in a black cloak.

"Senior Brother, it's been several years. What level has Junior Brother Wang reached now?" the woman in white asked.

The man in black said calmly, "I suppose he has already Heavenly Origin, otherwise he wouldn't have come to the Heavenly Saber Manor to challenge the young master of the Heavenly Saber Manor to a duel."

These three were Xiao Chen, Liu Yue'er, and Mountain-Moving Marquis. They had heard that Wang Baole had declared war on the Heavenly Saber Manor during their travels, so they came to the Heavenly Saber Manor together to watch this good show.

Of course, Xiao Chen had another purpose: to prevent Wang Baole from perishing in this battle.

Time passed second by second.

The surrounding audience did not feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, the disciples of the Heavenly Saber Manor felt increasingly pressured.

Prolonged periods of mental strain are a tremendous test for ordinary cultivators like them.

Just as some disciples were about to lose their composure, a disciple from the Heavenly Saber Manor rushed over to report.

"The enemy has arrived!"

With this loud shout, everyone's eyes turned to look down the mountain.

What came into view was a large, menacing army. Even from several miles away, those present were still terrified by the killing intent emanating from this army.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "That's the Black Armor Army of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty!"

Upon hearing the words "Black Armor Army," the surrounding onlookers' expressions changed drastically, and they began to murmur amongst themselves.

"What benefits did Wang Baole give to the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty Great Yu Imperial Dynasty made them send their royal Black Armor Army, an army that has never suffered a defeat since its establishment?"

"I've heard that the commander of the Black Armor Army is always a master from the Great Yu royal family. I wonder who the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty has sent this time?"

"It's the Jade Flood Dragon King, the Eighth Jade Flood Dragon King of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty, second only to the Great Yu Emperor!"

Everyone looked toward the central army of the Black Armor Army, where they saw an incomparably majestic and imposing middle-aged man riding a jade dragon.

"It seems that Heavenly Saber Manor is about to change hands again. I wonder if Heavenly Saber Manor will even exist after this?" an old man murmured.

Although those around him did not echo his sentiments, they understood the old man's unspoken meaning: the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty had sent this man to swallow up the Heavenly Saber Manor whole.

If that's the case, then those forces that border Heavenly Saber Manor will also have a chance to get a share of the spoils.

The Demonic Sha Saber King looked at the vast army without showing any fear, as if nothing had happened.

Half an hour later, the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty and the Cangyun Wang Clan had completely surrounded the entire Heavenly Saber Manor.

However, both sides tacitly left a wide path for each other.

Seeing this, Demonic Sha Saber spoke first, "Old man Mo Yu, now that you're here, why hide yourself? It's been a hundred years since we last met. Don't you want this manor lord to see your disgusting face first?"

"Snort!"

A cold snort came from the army, and then a figure stepped through the air and appeared in front of everyone.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the Demonic Sha Saber sneered, "It's been a century since we last met. You've finally improved a bit, but this time there's no one to pay for your life. You'll continue to be a stray dog!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of mockery.

Many people present gave Demonic Sha Saber a thumbs up. He was so calm in the face of a large army. He was indeed a ruthless person who slaughtered half of the Heavenly Saber Manor a hundred years ago!

Mo Yu shouted sternly, "Wuxin old thief, I didn't come here today to waste my breath on you. Stop with the sarcastic remarks and let's fight!"

"Good!"

Upon hearing his words, Demonic Sha Saber laughed and said, "Since you're so eager to die, then this manor lord will grant your wish. But before that, let's discuss how to determine the winner of this battle."

Mo Yu didn't reply but looked into the crowd.

"Le'er, you are the future of the Heavenly Saber Manor, so it's up to you to decide."

"Hehe."

Demonic Sha Saber chuckled, "Old Mo Yu, what's wrong? A hundred years have passed, and you're still as indecisive as ever?"

Mo Yu ignored him, acting as if she hadn't heard anything.

Wang Baole appeared beside Mo Yu on a crane, looking at Mo Wuxin before him and said, "How about we settle this with two battles? If we win both, you and your descendants will withdraw from the Heavenly Saber Manor. If we lose one, we will have no further connection with the Heavenly Saber Manor."

Mo Wuxin never expected that Wang Baole would propose such a disadvantageous challenge.

If he disagrees, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum?

Before Mo Wuxin could even respond, the cheers from the surrounding crowd made him realize Wang Baole's intentions.

"Senior Brother Wang is so domineering!"

"Young Master Wang truly lives up to his reputation as a disciple of Half-Saint; such magnanimity is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"The younger generation is truly formidable!"

Mo Wuxin said with a gloomy face, "I didn't expect you, you little bastard, to have such cunning. No wonder you dared to come knocking on my door."

Wang Baole was not angered by the other party's words at all, and simply replied calmly, "No, I just have enough confidence in my own abilities."

"Hehe."

Mo Wuxin chuckled, "If you were truly confident, why would you need the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty and the Cangyun Wang Clan to lend you a hand?"

Wang Baole laughed and said, "I married this woman through my own abilities, so can't I borrow some of my father-in-law's influence?"

"..."

Mo Wuxin was dumbfounded; it was the first time he had ever seen someone so brazenly accept being a kept man.

"Fine... fine, since you're not afraid of death, then I'll grant your wish!"

"A Li!"

"Your grandson is here!"

In the Heavenly Saber Manor, Mo Li, holding a long sword, stepped out from the crowd.

Mo Wuxin turned his head and said, "Today, you'll be in charge of giving this kid a good welcome and showing him what the real Heavenly Saber is!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

After responding, Mo Li turned her gaze to Wang Baole.

Although the other party was a disciple of Half-Saint, judging from the aura emanating from him, he was merely at the Heavenly Origin Realm.

Even Xiao Chen, the Invincible Sword, and Unrivaled Tyrant Fist Cao Youqian, both possess the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels.

But those two were top-tier geniuses, while Wang Baole was just a greenhorn with the title of a Half-Saint disciple.

"Kid, I'll give you a chance to strike first, since I'm older. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to draw your knife when I make my move!"

Wang Baole stood on the back of the Xian He, his hands behind his back, looking down at his opponent. "I am a man of martial virtue. You should make the first move, lest you accuse me, a young man in my early twenties, of ambushing a centenarian."