Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Chapter 649 647: Where Did This Fiancée Come From?

To some extent, Mo Lin did indeed take away Sun Qiu's Celestial Gate trial slot.

Because Mo Lin claimed to be the heir of Celestial Monarch Xu, the higher-ups granted Mo Lin a Celestial Gate slot.

This slot originally belonged to Sun Qiu.

"I'm sorry, my senior brother has a bad temper."

Sun Qiu bowed with a soft demeanor and apologized to Mo Lin. She tugged at Zhang Qiu's arm and said, "Senior brother, let's go."

"I'm not leaving." Zhang Qiu shook off Sun Qiu's hand, standing right there to confront Mo Lin.

Zhang Qiu is one of the most skilled among the eleventh generation disciples.

He's here to seek justice.

"You impersonate the heir of the Old Ancestor, took my junior sister's Celestial Gate slot. Aren't you going to give an explanation?" Zhang Qiu questioned Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin hadn't impersonated the heir of the Old Ancestor, the Celestial Gate slot wouldn't have been taken by Mo Lin.

So Zhang Qiu firmly believed this matter was Mo Lin's fault.

"Why do you think I'm impersonating the heir of the Old Ancestor?" Mo Lin was puzzled.

Upon their first meeting, without knowing anything, they accused him of being a fake heir.

Isn't that too hasty?

"Lately, many have claimed to be the heirs of the Old Ancestor.

There is only one heir of the Old Ancestor." Zhang Qiu snapped.

"Why do you think I'm a fake?" Mo Lin was curious why, among so many people, he was singled out as a fake.

"Because you're weak?"

Zhang Qiu decisively stated, "You barely lasted twenty-four hours at the Celestial Gate; your identity must be fake."

It's known that when Zhang Qiu faced the Celestial Gate, he endured for two days and two nights.

From this perspective, he concluded Mo Lin's identity was fake.

"Senior brother, forget it. Next year, I'll strive for another Celestial Gate slot." Sun Qiu softly said again.

"Don't worry about it, today I will seek justice for you,"

Zhang Qiu decisively told Sun Qiu.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Lin was bewildered, wondering what Zhang Qiu intended.

After all, the matter had occurred, and the Celestial Gate slot was gone.

"Apologize to my junior sister." Zhang Qiu snapped at Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin was a fake heir of Celestial Monarch Xu, he might apologize.

But the key point was Mo Lin truly was the heir of Celestial Monarch Xu, so he wasn't wrong, why apologize?

"I'm not wrong, I won't apologize." Mo Lin straightforwardly refused Zhang Qiu.

As for the Celestial Gate slot, it was arranged by higher-ups, having nothing to do with Mo Lin.

"You're impersonating the heir of the Old Ancestor, yet you're acting so righteously?"

Words fell, Zhang Qiu drew the long sword from his back, gripped the hilt, glaring at Mo Lin.

"Who said I'm impersonating?"

Mo Lin confidently retorted to Zhang Qiu.

Zhang Qiu raised his hand, the sword pointed at Mo Lin, "Since you claim to be the true heir of the Old Ancestor, then fight."

Defeating Mo Lin, he intended to thoroughly humiliate Mo Lin.

Let Mo Lin lose face.

"I'm sorry, my senior brother has a bit of a temper, I'll make him leave now." Sun Qiu bowed in apology to Mo Lin, then grabbed Zhang Qiu's hand and shouted again, "Senior brother, let's go, don't cause trouble."

"This guy took away your opportunity, I must teach him a lesson." Zhang Qiu retorted.

He didn't want his junior sister to suffer injustice for no reason.

At least, he needed to teach Mo Lin a lesson.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly enveloped the place.

All of a sudden, it was like a cloud hovering in the sky.

Zhang Qiu's body stiffened the moment he felt this dreadful killing intent.

"Pat, pat..."

A crisp sound of footsteps slowly approached.

Tang Qingqing's feet hovered about ten centimeters above the ground, with every step, an ominous aura spread around.

She deliberately made the footstep sounds.

To intimidate Zhang Qiu.

"Here to cause trouble at my place?"

Tang Qingqing narrowed her eyes, coldly glaring at Zhang Qiu.

This gaze seemed to look at a dead person.

Zhang Qiu felt his blood stop flowing.

"Such a trivial eleventh-generation disciple, learning a single move of the Jingming Exorcism Swordsmanship, feels invincible?" Tang Qingqing coldly commented.

"Thud."

At the side, Sun Qiu was so scared she directly knelt down, her pale cheeks turning ashen.

"Daoist Lord Tang, I'm sorry, I'll make my senior brother leave.

We offended you, I'm sorry.

We'll leave now."

Speaking, Sun Qiu stood up, grabbed Zhang Qiu's hand, and dragged him away.

No matter how dissatisfied Zhang Qiu was, facing Tang Qingqing he could only bear it.

The tenth-generation disciple and the eleventh-generation disciple had a gap.

Moreover, Tang Qingqing now was the Third Daoist Lord, her strength among the tenth-generation disciples was also among the few best.

Zhang Qiu left helplessly.

As he left, he shot a fierce glare at Mo Lin.

Being glared at by Zhang Qiu, Mo Lin countered with a retort.

"If you don't want to leave, I don't mind showing you what's true Jingming Exorcism Swordsmanship, making you understand the gap between us."

Mo Lin wasn't boasting.

Having experienced Celestial Monarch Xu's teachings, Mo Lin's Jingming Exorcism Swordsmanship had truly progressed a lot.

"Bah.." Zhang Qiu scoffed disdainfully.

In his view, Mo Lin was blustering under the protection of Tang Qingqing.

Tang Qingqing stood in front of Mo Lin, an oppressive feeling surged.

She was stronger than before.

This was Mo Lin's first impression.

"Your fiancée is looking for you, right at the door." Tang Qingqing pointed outside the door and said to Mo Lin.

"Fiancée?"

Mo Lin wondered if he heard wrong, asking Tang Qingqing: "Did you say fiancée?"

"Yes..."

Tang Qingqing smiled, "You have quite the fortune, your fiancée is very beautiful."

"I don't have a fiancée!" Mo Lin wondered if there was a mistake?

The closest person to Mo Lin was Cui Xinyun.

Mo Lin didn't have any fiancée.

"Is it a mistake?" Mo Lin inquired to Tang Qingqing.

"The other party is specifically looking for you, I'll take you to meet her."

With that, Tang Qingqing led Mo Lin to meet his fiancée.

Outside the southern gate of Jingming Daoism.

A woman wearing a plain grey dress stood outside the south gate.

This woman's slightly green hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Her long, pink eyelashes complemented her alluring eyes.

These eyes were similar to fox eyes, yet more beautiful than fox eyes.

Her facial features alone were not particularly outstanding.

But together, they were astonishingly beautiful.

Giving an irresistible allure.

Her figure was also voluptuous.

A pair of simple cloth shoes didn't affect her beauty at all.

"Husband.." The woman displayed a captivating smile upon seeing Mo Lin and called out to him.

This call gave Mo Lin goosebumps.

Husband?

Isn't this term too strange?

"Look.. she called you husband, isn't she your fiancée?" Tang Qingqing pointed at the woman and said to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing the woman's appearance, as if he had seen her before.

But he couldn't recall.

It was just a vague familiarity.