I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1220

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1221: Quibble Over a Word in the Imperial Edict Chapter 1220: Chapter 1221: Quibble Over a Word in the Imperial Edict Song Que's face revealed a trace of shock as he stared at Li Xiaobai, utterly astonished, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“Sir, your orders?”

Immediately, a group of Disciples burst in from outside the door, speaking respectfully.

“This person has been insolent towards me, and his words have been frivolous; teach him the rules of the Blood Demon Sect properly. Don't let others laugh at my expense!”

Li Xiaobai waved his hand offhandedly.

“Yes!”

Several Disciples responded and, without another word, subdued Song Que and dragged him away.

“Boy, boy, why do this!”

“Have you forgotten the times we fought side-by-side?”

“It's me, the old Song Que, who once defended at the borders of the Immortal Spirit Continent!”

Song Que couldn't believe that Li Xiaobai would have him taken away without a second word; he struggled fiercely, but ultimately, he was dragged away by the Disciples.

During this time, Li Xiaobai noticed that Song Que's limbs stiffened with a show of resistance, but no Immortal Yuan Power surfaced around his body; clearly, this person, like him, did not dare to use his power, for fear of giving himself away.

An imposter, no doubt–Li Xiaobai was certain in his heart. This guy was a spy planted by Xueshenzi, his abilities surely not as simple as being in the third realm of Immortals, all for probing his thoughts. Unfortunately, his eagerness led to slip-ups, forgetting the homesickness one from foreign lands should have.

“Hmph, still trying to deceive me?”

“If indeed betrayed by close ones, why consciously suppress one's own power?”

“Deceiving people? Save it, I specialize in this field!”

Watching the group's retreating figures, Li Xiaobai's lips curled into a cold, involuntary smirk. Dealing with a fake was easy, as the saying goes: the King of Underworld is easy to meet, but small devils are troublesome to entangle. Undoubtedly, this impostor Song Que had profound cultivation; therefore, to maintain his lowly status, he would dare not display his cultivation in public, lest he gives himself away instantly.

Getting rid of this unfortunate spy would free him to independently explore the Blood Pool.

On the other side.

In the main hall of Heavenly Demon Peak, shrouded in black mist, a figure cackled wickedly: “Bald Qiang must have a big secret; even if he doesn't recognize Li Xiaobai, he must at least have some connection to him. I want to see what tricks you can play!”

“It's just unexpected that someone in today's world could be immune to the influence of Blood Qi, with a firm Divine Soul, repeatedly realizing that the Blood Fiend Elder appearing was not the same person. His strength and cultivation level are probably above many Elders in the sect.”

The shadow murmured softly. The reason the Blood Demon Sect had ruled for so long was precisely that he could affect the Divine Souls of the cultivators within the sect, making them see the scenes he wanted them to see, whether ordinary Disciples or Saint Realm Elders. They lived in a sect that was half dream, half reality, where they must follow his commands.

Yet, this Bald Guy had been in the Blood Demon Sect for three days with no reaction at all, still exceptionally lucid, even daring to question the Blood Fiend Elder why the Sect Master's voice sounded a bit different. Caution was needed.

“Just wait, as soon as we pull out your true identity and grab your vulnerability, even the greatest Divine Skills will have to bow before us!”

At the same time.

Outside the Blood Pool.

Li Xiaobai, carrying the little wooden box, returned to this familiar area before the sect's gates and said, “Have you received your orders? Can I enter this time?”

“Please, sir, you can use the Blood Pool for twelve hours; please make sure to leave on time.”

The leading Disciple spoke, still with neither servility nor arrogance.

“Twelve hours? Are you mistaken? The Sect Master's written order clearly stated three days' time; where did the remaining two days go, eaten by you?”

Li Xiaobai grumbled.

“Three days?”

“Impossible, the Sect Master has consented and only granted you one day for cultivation. Please do not make it difficult for us.”

That disciple felt bitter but could not voice it out; facing Li Xiaobai, a sticky plaster that couldn't be shaken off, his endless pestering and relentless tactics were truly unparalleled.

“Hehe, what you received was merely a verbal decree, but I have here an official edict!”

Li Xiaobai flipped his wrist, pulled out a scroll, and unfurled it, displaying a line of bold characters: “Authorize Bald Qiang to enter the Blood Pool for three days of cultivation!”

“This…”

A group of disciples widened their eyes upon seeing the handwriting, which indeed was the Sect Master's decree, with a subtle and terrifying power emanating from it that was not easily imitated.

However, they had received orders to keep an eye on this bald guy, and once the day was up, he was to be immediately brought out, with no exceptions allowed.

“I must ask for your permission to confirm this matter with my superiors.”

The disciple said with some difficulty.

“Are you questioning the Sect Master's decision?”

“Do you distrust the Blood Demon Sect?”

“Or is it that you do not trust me?”

“As I am about to go into battle and shed blood for the Blood Demon Sect, you actually dare to doubt me. Do you believe I would dig a hole here and bury you in it?”

Li Xiaobai narrowed his eyes, bursting with anger, and barked sharply.

The Wolf Fang Club covered in thorns unconsciously tightened in his hand, making the group of guarding disciples swallow their saliva nervously.

“This…”

“But…”

The leading disciple was still hesitant, seeing the edict was indeed genuine, but felt something was off, his gaze fixated on the character for 'three days,' as if trying to discern something.

“This edict is real, if you don't believe it, I can scrape off the character for you to inspect.”

Li Xiaobai noticed the gaze of the others and directly scraped off the character 'three' and flaunted it in front of the several disciples.

“It's real, no problem!”

“Sir, forgive us for the offense, please do not take it to heart!”

The leading disciple immediately cupped his hands in apology and knelt on one knee. The handwriting was indeed from the Sect Master; even if it was scraped off, the power contained in each stroke was still palpable. He had been worried that this bald fellow might have altered one day to three on his own. But now it seemed that the aura of each stroke of the character 'three' was undoubtedly from the Sect Master, without any trace of alteration. Three days of cultivation time was correct!

“Hmph, good that you understand. Be more proficient in your work next time to avoid unnecessary delays.”

“By the way, that disciple of mine, she's inside, hasn't she? You haven't made it difficult for her, have you?”

Li Xiaobai put away the scroll and spoke indifferently.

“No, Sister Meng Qi's procedures were in order, she is allowed inside for five hours.”

That disciple quickly said, sweat seeping out from his forehead, afraid this fierce bald man would club him over a whim.

“Good, you may go now, I shall proceed.”

Having said that, Li Xiaobai walked towards the inside, a smug smile appearing in his eyes.

Of course, Xueshenzi had only given him one day of cultivation time. The 'three' on that scroll had been scraped off from the letter and pasted on by him.

Let's not forget the invitation to the Hongmen Banquet was also written by Xueshenzi himself; frivolously scraping off two strokes to form the character 'three' was not an issue.

Who would know the situation inside the Blood Pool, and how could one day be sufficient? If things went well, he could make his escape within three days!

Chapter end

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