I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1286

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1287: Look What the Old Man Caught Chapter 1286: Chapter 1287: Look What the Old Man Caught Blood ties and deceit pierce through liver and lungs, grinding teeth in his mouth, staring at that familiar face, wishing nothing more than to tear it into pieces.

This time, that impostor stirring trouble within the Buddha Country had Xiao Lao Di by his side, with rumors spreading everywhere about Xiao Lao Di allying with the Blood Demon Sect to flatten the Pure Land of Buddha Country; this old man before him must know who orchestrated this whole chaos!

In the toilet, the old beggar felt baffled; he was merely bragging all over the place under the name of Xiao Lao Di, which led Li Xiaobai to exile him to this secluded corner to clean toilets and cool his head, not expecting to encounter this seemingly fierce and ruthless character.

“It must be an enemy of Xiao Lao Di who's coming for me; what bad luck to get implicated!”

The old beggar was indignant and slightly panicked inside, this blood-soaked fellow looking demonic and a bit ferocious!

“Shut up and behave!”

“I know why you came to Sword Sect, don't babble too much. An old monk came here before, acting all high and mighty, and still was thoroughly dealt with!”

At the entrance, Chen Yuan, without caring for anything, kicked straight at Xueyuan's buttocks, brutally unhesitant; at this moment, fearless, with the Sect Master and Brother Li as his backing, heaven or Buddha, he will take them all down!

Whoever comes, whether or not they are experts of the Saint Realm, all of them get to cleanse themselves in the toilet!

“Scum, how dare you kick me!”

Xueyuan's face twisted and contorted from anger, terrifying power of Immortal Yuan spread out, the earth trembled, and under the surging Blood Qi, the whole toilet turned to ash in an instant.

“How dare a bastard insult me!”

Enraged, Xueyuan grabbed in the void with both hands, condensing Blood Qi into a long saber, chopping down head-on, transforming into a surging river falling mightily towards Chen Yuan.

“Damn!”

“Daring to strike in front of me, are you tired of living!”

The old beggar instinctively yelled angrily and with a palm strike in the air, in a blink, the earth was torn open with a huge chasm; the fierce and malevolent Xueyuan, caught off guard, was sent flying out, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

“Holy sh*t, it actually worked?”

“Am I really invincible now?”

Power!

An endless surge of power emerged, that familiar feeling, so alluring and intoxicating!

The old beggar felt his limbs filled with strength, and in top form, he could tear apart mountains and rocks with his movements, unstoppable!

He had only tried casually, not expecting that real power would burst forth within him.

“Could it be that I truly am a peerless genius, bypassing all steps to ascend to heaven in one step without even cultivating?”

“Perhaps it is the sincerity of my heart that has moved the heavens, my cultivation realm taking a unique path straight to returning to simplicity?”

He mumbled to himself, unclear about the situation, but one thing was certain, at this moment, his power was invincible, capable of crushing Xueyuan.

Unbeknownst to him, at this moment at another side of the Second Peak of Sword Sect, inside a cave, Senior Xiao Lao Di was fully focused, his hands elaborating a compass in thin air calculating: “Damn, who is it, stealing my power again!”

Outside the toilet, Xueyuan suffered significant injuries. Despite being on guard, he was still unable to withstand the opponent's assault, getting injured upon the first encounter, swallowing Elixirs to heal, a flicker of fear passing through his eyes. As a Saint Realm expert who had ignited two Divine Fires, why was he being crushed? Xiao Lao Di, since when had he become so strong!

At the entrance, Chen Yuan deemed he had seen through everything, showing no surprise at the situation. In his view, Senior Xiao Lao Di's appearance was arranged by the sect, surely Sect Master and Brother Li had anticipated other experts arriving and had sent the senior to guard and reassure him, letting him perform without worries.

“Thank you, Senior, for your protection!”

Chen Yuan cupped his fists and bowed.

“Such a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning.”

The old beggar clenched his fists tightly, with the power of a mountain collapse and tsunami still present within him, remaining at his peak state. His figure flickered as he stuck closely like a clinging maggot, floating in front of Xueyuan and smashing down his fist.

“Invincible Fist!”

Imprinted with celestial radiance, his fist peak enveloped by the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation subdued everything. His fists turned into a black and white grinding wheel, firmly trapping Xueyuan in place, helpless to do anything but watch the fist smash down.

A few breaths later.

Xueyuan was bleeding from every orifice, at death's door. The old beggar took a long breath out, exhaling a mist of purple crystal impurities, calming the surging blood Qi around his body.

Holding Xueyuan by one hand, he walked towards the foot of the mountain, muttering to himself.

“The power is gone, faded too quickly, I haven't had enough fun yet!”

“I need to get this guy to the Sect Master before he recovers. Speaking of which, whether that power truly belongs to me is worth investigating.”

The old beggar murmured to himself, his steps quickening. He could clearly feel that the dragged individual wasn't seriously wounded, just temporarily stunned by him, with a languid aura recovering at a terrifying speed.

It's safer to bring him to the Sect Master. He came here just to clean the lavatories, yet ended up with too much responsibility, a burden not meant for his stage.

At the Sect Master Hall of the First Peak.

Ying Diao and Li Xiaobai were listening to a monk speaking below. Since entering the hall, Monk Wuyan hadn't stopped talking, doing his utmost to clarify the critical matters. He had already figured out that the best outcome would be to persuade the Sword Sect to join the righteous forces against the Blood Demon Sect.

The worst-case scenario would be to keep the Sword Sect neutral, helping neither side, thus reducing the pressure on the Buddhist Sect somewhat.

“Amitabha, honored donors, this humble monk has explained in great detail; may I know your thoughts on this matter?”

Monk Wuyan asked.

“Hmm, I think what you said makes sense, but helping shouldn't go unrewarded. You've said a lot, master, but you haven't hit the main point. Maybe you could organize your words a bit more?”

Li Xiaobai said with a light smile.

“After successful negotiations, one-tenth of the resources within the Blood Demon Sect will belong to the Sword Sect, enough to push the Sword Sect to the pinnacle of major forces in the Central Origin Realm!”

“Additionally, our Buddhist Sect will also provide resources for the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect to cultivate!”

Monk Wuyan stated.

“Lately, our Sword Sect has been quite interested in the Buddhist Sect's Power of Faith. We'd like to learn the method to cultivate this power. If Master Wuyan is willing to share, there indeed might be an opportunity for cooperation.”

Li Xiaobai remarked.

“This…”

Monk Wuyan was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other party to want this– the Power of Faith in Buddhism, a supreme treasure in the Buddhist Sect, yet almost useless to other sects and cultivators.

After all, cultivators' divine skills are driven by Immortal Yuan, and even with the Power of Faith, they wouldn't be able to utilize it effectively, the effectiveness drastically different.

In the moment of his distraction, the doors of the great hall suddenly banged open, and the voice of the old beggar resounded.

“Boy, quickly open the door and see what I've caught!”

Chapter end

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