I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 972: Chapter 973: Sword Beheading Bodhi Temple

“What use is something as basic as a Shielding Talisman for my disciple? Whether it’s Magic Treasures or Elixirs, they must be of the highest quality,” he declared.

“Since it’s our first meeting, it’s only right that I give you a welcoming gift. Keep these Thousand-Miles Instant Travel Talismans safe. Once activated, they can transport you instantly over a thousand miles. They are my strongest life-saving Divine Artifacts,” he offered.

Li Xiaobai, with a cheerful expression, pulled out a few talismans and handed them to Fu Tiantian.

“Thank you, Master!”

“Master is about to wreak havoc far and wide. We siblings might hold Master back here, so we will retreat and wait for the victorious moment of Master’s return!”

“Disciple will cheer for Master!”

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As soon as Fu Tiantian received the talismans, she activated them, touched Xiaobai’s shoulder, and said with a faint smile.

But the next second, her smile froze. The expected displacement didn’t occur; instead, she felt her body tighten suddenly, and she was completely immobile.

“Master… Master, why is this happening?”

Fu Tiantian’s face turned ugly. This was not a Smooth Travel Talisman at all. Could it be that her scheming had been seen through by her newfound master?

“As a teacher, I’ve always been unconventional. Only through personal demonstration can you deeply remember, the talisman in your hand is called an Imprisonment Talisman. Remember it now?”

“The path of cultivation is extremely perilous; never trust anyone lightly. This is your first lesson,” Li Xiaobai said, hands behind his back.

“Disciple… remembers!”

Fu Tiantian felt conflicted; this makeshift master was not only powerful but also exceedingly shrewd.

“Yiyi yayaya!”

Xiaobai in the wooden tub stood up, hands behind his back nodding frequently as if he too was responding to Li Xiaobai’s words.

Li Xiaobai noticed that since Xiaobai met him, he has been fond of the hands-behind-back gesture; the small body paired with this mature pose looked rather comical.

“Who dares cause trouble at the Heavenly God Sect?”

The gates of Bodhi Temple flung open, revealing a group of people; monks lined up on both sides while a row of cultivators in white robes slowly emerged, led by an elder—the very same Divine Soul from the Holy Demon Sect of the Northern Region that he had encountered before.

“Elder, here we meet again. I am Li Xiaobai, here by invitation to claim your head,” Li Xiaobai said indifferently, holding his longsword.

“It’s you!”

The elder’s pupils contracted at the sight of Li Xiaobai. He had thought this young man was merely blustering, but within just one day, he had indeed come to confront him.

Was it brash courage or confidence rooted in strength?

Was it the naivety of a newborn calf or the fearlessness of ignorance?

“So it’s you; I didn’t think you’d really come. I was just gathering men to march into the Northern Region to take your head, and here you are, delivering yourself to me. It’s too late to kneel and beg for mercy now. I must have you dismembered to appease my grandson’s spirit in heaven!” the elder said with a cold, grim voice. The Heavenly God Sect had the backing of the Buddhist Pure Land and feared no one. Even someone with huge backing would find it useless here; daring to kill his grandson warranted a bloody price!

“One sword stroke is all it takes to send the elder to ultimate bliss. If you disagree, come and fight!”

Li Xiaobai remained nonchalant and lazy in demeanour, completely disregarding the elder. @@novelbin@@

“Kill!”

With a cold command from the elder, several young cultivators burst into the sky, turning towards Li Xiaobai in a cascade of radiant light.

“Li Xiaobai, right? You are the first to challenge the Heavenly God Sect. Being young, prideful, and arrogant is good, but some powers are not to be offended, and you will pay a bloody price,” he declared.

“Today, having you killed here, remind yourself in your next life to open your eyes wider.”

The young cultivators erupted with Immortal Yuan Power, their weapons swirling in their hands, creating a storm of blades and swords that swept the heavens.

“Prison Star Finger!”

“Blood Extreme Buddharupa!”

“Ten Directions Sword Evocation!”

“Cloud-Piercing Palm!”

An array of Cultivation Techniques thundered down, striking down on Li Xiaobai’s body.

[Attribute Points +100,000…]

[Attribute Points +200,000…]

[Attribute Points +300,000…]

Li Xiaobai, with his hands behind his back, allowed the attacks to hit him without sustaining a single injury. He extended a hand to protect Fu Tiantian and the baby, blocking all onslaughts.

The attacks of cultivators from the Human Immortal Realm were now insignificant to him.

“Master is mighty!”

Fu Tiantian shouted loudly.

“How is this possible!”

“To withstand cultivation techniques with his physical body alone! We are all cultivators of the Human Immortal Realm, who exactly are you!”

The young men were profoundly shocked, the youth on the golden war chariot remained unmovable like Mount Tai amidst their furious assault, filling their eyes with astonishment. They had never seen such a fierce person since their debut, even their master would use his cultivation level to resist during sparring sessions, who would behave so defenselessly like the man before them?

Was his body forged from Profound Iron of the Nine Heavens?

“Your attacks are completely useless. They do not stir the slightest ripple in my heart; I even feel like laughing!”

Li Xiaobai said indifferently.

“Young man, you indeed have some skills. In the Central Origin Realm, you would be considered a genius, but in front of my cultivation level in the Earth Immortal Realm, you still lack practice. If you kneel now and beg for mercy, handing over the technique of physical cultivation, I might leave your corpse intact. Otherwise, you will suffer the tortures of hell!”

The elder, squinting his eyes, looked at Li Xiaobai and spoke indifferently.

“It’s hard to imagine, elder, that someone as ordinary as you could be so confident, to utter such madness, who gave you the courage?”

“To kill you, takes but a single sword stroke.”

Li Xiaobai shook his head; even an Earth Immortal dared to strut in front of him.

“Seeking death!”

“Divine Spirit Finger!”

The elder was furious, pointing a finger from midair. Starlight twinkled as it thrust directly towards Li Xiaobai’s forehead.

In the void, a divine figure was faintly visible, also pointing at Li Xiaobai’s forehead.

[Attribute Points +500,000…]

Li Xiaobai let the divine figure launch its attack while he slowly drew his longsword, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“How is this possible, what is your cultivation level? You are just a junior cultivator, how could you have such power?”

The elder’s face drastically changed; he hadn’t held back, yet this youth remained completely unharmed, blocking their attacks merely with his physical body; what level of cultivation was this?

“I dislike idle talk. To kill you, one sword stroke is enough; you may go reunite with your grandchildren now.”

“Demon Sealing Sword Evocation!”

Li Xiaobai drew his sword and slashed at the person before him, the heaven-shaking sword light piercing the sky, changing the winds and clouds instantly. Above the dome, the sky seemed to have been split in two, and the earth cracked inch by inch, forming a myriad of intertwining chasms tearing endlessly into the abyss.

“Split the heavens!”

“Earth-Splitter!”

“This swordsmanship, this sword intent!”

The crowd was horrified; this pitch-black sword light contained an extremely terrifying aura making their Primordial Spirits tremble.

And they had heard of this black sword intent.

“This is the Demon Sealing Sword Evocation; you are a disciple of the Demon Sealing Sect!”

Li Xiaobai, with an unchanging expression, said: “Accept your death!”

The black aura frantically rampaged, devouring the elder and the cultivators behind him, reducing them to dust before they could utter another word.

The sword light lasted for several breaths before it finally dissipated. The Bodhi Temple remained unscathed, but its surroundings were slashed into a vast, bottomless abyss. On the wasteland, it stood like an isolated island cut off from the world.

This was Li Xiaobai’s warning to the world.

“Master is domineering!”

Fu Tiantian, utterly astounded, had never seen such a grand spectacle; one sword to split the heavens, one sword to cleave the earth. The esteemed cultivators of the Central Origin Realm were like ants, easily crushed, such greatness her cheap master seemed to have shown greatly.

“Ee ya ya.”

The baby danced around, one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, seemingly imitating Li Xiaobai’s earlier actions.

Li Xiaobai sheathed his sword, exhaling a breath of turbid air: “Go, bring out all the children from the temple.”