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

Chapter 222 - 223: Your Wife, I Will Take Care of Her

“You’re young, but your tone is anything but,” Elder Wang sneered, his voice filled with mocking superiority. “I have traversed Central Province for many years and never have I seen such an unrestrained youngster. Is every youth who comes out of the Northern Region as ignorant of their place in the world as you?”

With a casual grasp at the void, Elder Wang appeared indifferent. In his view, Li Xiaobai was already under his control.

“Xiu’er, he’s been subdued by your uncle. Go and break his Dantian.”

“Yes, Uncle!”

Zhong Lingxiu was somewhat excited. The prospect of crippling Li Xiaobai thrilled her, and she was eager to get started.

But at that very moment, her advancing steps suddenly halted, and the smile on her face grew rigid. She clearly saw Li Xiaobai stretch out a hand and casually dig his ear.

“How is this possible!”

Elder Wang’s complexion also changed. His cultivation at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage was apparently unable to restrain the other party, a situation he had never encountered before.

“Elder Wang, your attack is utterly useless. It can’t even constrain my ‘little brother,'” Li Xiaobai said lightly.

“Giggle, exactly, you’re too weak. I could crush you with just one claw,” Ji Wuqing said leisurely.

“This can’t be, my cultivation is at the Tribulation Crossing Stage!”

“Elder Wang, how long has it been since you’ve been out and about? Nowadays, being at the Tribulation Crossing Stage is actually quite ordinary,” Li Xiaobai remarked.

“Uncle, kill him!”

Zhong Lingxiu screamed.

Infuriated by such provocation from a junior, Elder Wang felt he was losing face. Behind him, his mighty Primodial Spirit manifested, a Divine Demon shadow towering to the skies, wrapped in the vast power of the Primodial Spirit, and launched an attack on Li Xiaobai.

Xi Yao’s expression changed; a full-force attack from someone at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage wasn’t something just anyone could withstand.

The breakthrough opportunity on the Path of Qin Music, crucially reliant on Li Xiaobai, was at risk. She wanted to step forward to intervene but was stopped by Artifact God Zhen who was lounging nearby.

“No need to panic. Let’s just wait and see. Li Xiaobai seems to have some skills. Saint Child Zhen and I have speculated that this person might also be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage,” he said.

“That’s right. He’s about to head to the frontier. It would be good for Tian Ba and his group to get an understanding of him,” Zhen Qiankun nodded in agreement.

In the arena, the cultivators scrambled to get away, fearing being collateral damage. The formidable might of someone at the Tribulation Crossing Stage wasn’t something they could contend with.

Not to mention that the opponent was an Elixir Sect Elder. With ample wealth and extensive connections, even if Elder Wang seriously injured them today, the sect could easily settle the matter later.

Li Xiaobai, feeling the attack of the Demonic Divine Spirit, nodded in satisfaction, his expression relaxed.

Zhong Lingxiu was quite helpful. By bringing in an expert at the Tribulation Crossing Stage to target him, he realized his effort spent in attracting enmity was not in vain.

[Attribute Points +3000…]

[Attribute Points +5000…]

[Attribute Points +10000…]

[Attribute Points: 50000.]

All to defense.

[Defensive Power: Body achieves sanctity (350000/1000000) can advance.]

“Ah, this…”

Witnessing Li Xiaobai completely unharmed, Elder Wang’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He was no fool and understood what this meant clearly – the youth before him was more powerful than he was, otherwise, there was no way he could emerge unscathed from these assaults.

“It’s my turn.”

Li Xiaobai flicked his wrist and a longsword appeared in his hand. He swung it casually towards the spot where Wang Gang was standing, and in an instant, Wang Gang along with a group of cultivators behind him involuntarily rushed towards Li Xiaobai.

They knelt on both knees, raised their hands high, and worshiped devoutly.

“What’s going on, my body is out of control!”

“I can’t mobilize the cultivation level within me, it’s as if my dantian has cut off its connection to me!”

“This is Li Xiaobai’s move, ‘Sword Imprisonment,’ the Demon’s Wicked Sword. I’ve only heard of it before but didn’t expect it to be real!”

The cultivators’ complexions were filled with terror as their bodies and even their cultivation levels were forcefully suppressed; this was an experience they had never felt before.

Is this the Demon Sword?

Breathing a sigh of relief, Zhen Qiankun on the side was glad he hadn’t been standing next to Wang Gang, otherwise he would have had to kneel before the same person twice.

Wang Gang’s cultivation level was not weak — he was above average even among those at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage — and yet now he was kneeling so cleanly and neatly. Obviously, Li Xiaobai’s strength had made another leap, a significant increase from the last time.

Zhong Lingxiu, too, was kneeling on the ground, shocked and frightened: “Li Xiaobai, you’re just a wild boy from the Northern Region. How dare you make this young lady kneel! You’re done for, Uncle, kill him quickly!”

At this moment, Wang Gang was also at a loss. He was the first to kneel and knew the power of this sword all too well. If Li Xiaobai didn’t stop, he had no chance of getting up.

This young man was too strange; with such cultivation and moves, even the Saint Heir and saintess couldn’t compare.

“Young man, why don’t we both take a step back? You withdraw your sword, and I, Wang, will leave immediately. Let’s consider today’s misunderstanding as a misunderstanding, how about that?” Wang Gang said.

“Trying to kill me can hardly be considered a misunderstanding.”

Li Xiaobai shook his head. This Wang Gang was not playing by the rules; there was no sincerity in his plea for mercy. In the past, others would proactively offer a ransom on their own lives, and at the very least, they would be captured and made to clean the latrines while waiting for the sect to pay the ransom.

Now this guy actually wanted to get off scot-free, expecting him to let him go. It was simply wishful thinking.

“So what do you want? I am an Inner Sect Elder of Elixir Sect. Consider giving Elixir Sect some face. From now on in Central Province, I will take care of you a bit,” said Wang Gang.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that face today. Brother Li, how about I handle him? The outcome will satisfy you,” Zhen Qiankun said as he stepped forward.

“No problem, but his Space Ring needs to belong to me,” Li Xiaobai replied, nodding.

“Agreed.”

“What does the Saint Heir mean by this?” Wang Gang frowned, a bad feeling surging in his heart.

“Elder Wang, during the establishment of the Doctrine Debate Conference, I vowed with my Dao heart that no fighting shall occur within Wendao Peak, and violators would be executed without exception. Now, Elder Wang, you openly appeared on Wendao Peak and, in front of me, killed the gate guards. Moreover, you now attempt to kill a genius of the Immortal Spirit Continent, effectively challenging my Dao heart,” Zhen Qiankun said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

“But I didn’t know about this before. As the saying goes, those who don’t know are not guilty!” Wang Gang said hastily, his complexion somewhat pale as he vaguely guessed what Zhen Qiankun was thinking.

“Elder Wang, let’s not joke around. The elders of most sects in Central Province, including those of the Three Sects, should have been instructed not to enter Wendao Peak without permission. You’ve firstly defied orders, and now you’re shattering my Dao heart. I really can’t let you live any longer,” Zhen Qiankun said with a helpless look on his face: “You have been an elder of Elixir Sect for many years, to be honest, I don’t want to do this. But there’s no choice; my vow of the Dao heart cannot be broken. You must die.”

“Saint Heir, you can’t do this, I am an elder of Elixir Sect. The Sect Master won’t agree to this!” Wang Gang shouted.

“Yes, what are you trying to do, Saint Heir? He is my great uncle. The one who should die is Li Xiaobai!” Zhong Lingxiu also cried out.

Zhen Qiankun slowly closed his eyes and said with some gravity: “I carry the hope of the Three Sects on my shoulders, and my Dao heart must not be damaged. I hope Elder Wang can understand me. Rest assured, I will take good care of your family.”