Several burly men roasted by the fire, staring intently at Xiao Mo and his companions but Xiao Mo continued to rest with his eyes closed, the Spirit Absorbing Sword resting on his lap. He appeared to be asleep, completely ignoring their gazes.

Wangxin kept tugging at the corner of Xiao Mo's robe, though she didn't seem afraid of these men who looked like bandits. Rather, she was worried that Xiao Mo might be in a bad mood and cut them down with a single slash.

The scarred man glanced at the Han family's wife and daughter, couldn't help licking his lips, his eyes burning with heat but from time to time he also looked toward Xiao Mo, a flash of wariness in his eyes.

After all, Xiao Mo had a blade resting on his thigh. This scarred man didn't know what Xiao Mo's abilities were. What if he came from some martial arts sect and liked playing the hero doing righteous deeds? That would be troublesome.

But if he were to give up on this mother and daughter pair, the scarred man felt extremely reluctant in his heart.

This mother-daughter pair was truly excellent. The older one still retained her charm, mature as a peach. The younger one was pure and beautiful, like a lotus bud that had yet to bloom.

On this boring night, if he could...

"Heh heh heh." Just thinking about it, the scarred man's heart filled with inexplicable excitement.

As for that female monk...

Although that female monk's appearance was unlike anything in the mortal world, and the scarred man had never seen such a beautiful woman before, monks were beings he generally couldn't afford to provoke and didn't want to provoke.

Not to mention she was a female monk, which was truly too strange.

Years of experience wandering the jianghu told the scarred man that if he did anything to her, he would very likely be "subdued by righteousness" in a few days.

"Hey, Zhang San, don't we have a spirit-testing stone? Do you have it with you?" the scarred man muttered to his subordinate beside him.

"Yes, yes, I do." Zhang San knew what his boss wanted to do and hastily pulled out the spirit-testing stone from his chest.

As long as they were within one meter of a Foundation Building realm cultivator, the spirit-testing stone would heat up.

Unless they were legendary Golden Core realm immortals, which the spirit-testing stone had no way of sensing but how could those legendary immortals possibly come to such a broken temple to shelter from the rain? They would have already crossed several miles with a single step.

The scarred man took the spirit-testing stone, picked up a jug of wine, and walked toward Xiao Mo.

In the scarred man's view, if the other party was at Foundation Building realm, then he would forget it but if the other party hadn't reached Foundation Building, with his own ninth level of Qi Refinement realm cultivation, there really wasn't anything to fear!

"Brother, looking at your bearing, you seem to practice the blade. I wonder which sect or school brother comes from?" the scarred man said with a smile, carrying a wine gourd as he approached.

"No sect, no school," Xiao Mo slowly spoke, his voice extremely cold.

"Hahaha, I'm also without sect or school. Back in the day I was lucky and picked up a blade manual, and in the end I cultivated myself to the ninth level of Qi Refinement."

As the scarred man spoke, he paid attention to the spirit-testing stone's reaction in his chest.

From beginning to end, the spirit-testing stone never heated up.

After the scarred man confirmed that the other party wasn't at Foundation Building realm, he felt reassured.

"Say, brother, I like making friends, and brother, you have an extraordinary bearing, which makes me like you even more. Want to drink a cup together?"

The scarred man said with a smile, his tone becoming even more relaxed.

"I'll pass," Xiao Mo said. From beginning to end, his eyes never opened, appearing very disrespectful.

"Alright then, brother, you rest well."

The scarred man didn't insist. After taking a drink himself, he sat back down beside his brothers.

Zhang San moved close to his boss's side and excitedly asked in a low voice, "Boss, what do you say? Can we make a move?"

He had been lusting after that mother-daughter pair for a long time, especially that female monk!

He had never seen such a beautiful woman!

"No big problem. He's not at Foundation Building realm, no need to worry."

The scarred man chuckled and licked his lips.

"Although we encountered heavy rain, who would have thought we'd have a brief romantic encounter in this temple!"

"Boss, can I go second with that female monk?" Zhang San swallowed his saliva.

"What are you saying, boy?"

The scarred man scolded in a low voice, forcefully smacking Zhang San on the head.

"Jianghu rules, monks absolutely cannot be touched. Those old bald donkeys are very protective of their own. Your boss here doesn't want to die, and besides, this is the first time I've seen a female monk. Do you think an ordinary temple could have a female monk?"

"Got it, boss!"

Zhang San nodded, his expression showing some regret but if she couldn't be touched, she couldn't be touched. That mother-daughter pair was pretty good too.

After receiving their boss's permission, the others looked at the Han family's mother and daughter with even more unbridled gazes.

The Han Zi family naturally sensed their ill-intentioned stares, but fortunately, they had four or five guards beside them, and felt they wouldn't dare act recklessly.

Time passed minute by minute. In the temple, there was only the sound of the campfire burning with "crackling pops."

"Wangxin, shall you and I make a bet?" Xiao Mo transmitted to Wangxin.

Wangxin turned her head to look at Xiao Mo and responded, "A bet? Bet on what?"

"If these bandits make a move against the Han family, let's bet on who can make them sincerely repent, wholeheartedly turn to goodness, you with your method and I with mine."

Xiao Mo transmitted with his eyes closed.

"If you win, I'll agree to wholeheartedly turn to goodness from now on, learn scriptures from you, and if you tell me not to kill, I won't kill.

If you lose, you must agree to one thing for me."

"What thing?" Wangxin asked.

Xiao Mo said, "I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I do."

Wangxin lowered her head and hesitated for a while before finally nodding, "Alright, I agree, but you're not allowed to send me away."

"Deal."

After Xiao Mo's final word fell in the heart lake, he said no more.

Time passed minute by minute. Before they knew it, it was already midnight.

"Cough cough cough."

The scarred man coughed a few times and called out to the Han family.

"I say, sir, on such a deep and quiet night, how boring it is, and besides, this autumn rainy night is particularly bone-chilling. Why don't you, sir, have your wife and young lady come over for a few drinks to warm up?"

"You're too kind, brother, but that won't be necessary," Han Zi said with a smile. "We're warming ourselves by the fire here and aren't cold at all."

"My boss is inviting you over, giving you face. Where do you get off with all this nonsense?" Zhang San gave the Han family no face at all, standing up angrily.

"How is that any way to talk?"

The scarred man furrowed his brow, reprimanding his subordinate.

"However, sir, my second brother's words may be crude but not unreasonable. You see, when traveling away from home, everyone should get closer and closer to look after each other, right? Alright then, since you won't come over, sir, then we'll come to you."

With that, the scarred man and his men stood up with chuckles, leading several brothers toward the Han family.

Watching this scene, Wangxin tightly clutched her robe.