I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 257

Chapter 258: This Old Monk Xuan Bei, Crowdfunding for the Temple

Translator: 549690339
Ling Xue’er casually pointed toward the cultivators in front of her, and all the surrounding vegetation turned into powder, the yellow earth on the ground also transformed into granular dust, instantly forming a depression.

A breath of death enveloped everyone, and Li Xiaobai was no exception.

Even though the woman hadn’t struck him, he still felt an indescribable, immense terror.

The numbers on the System panel were also frantically fluctuating.

[Attribute Points +10000…]

[Attribute Points +15000…]

[…]

Just a wisp of her aura passing by was enough to gather such a massive amount of attribute points, truly befitting a top-notch expert.

The righteous cultivators had a look of despair on their faces, as that single finger made them feel as if their Primordial Spirits had been pierced through.

However, after waiting for a moment, the anticipated sensation of pain did not come.

Sneakily opening their eyes, the cultivators saw layers of pale golden light rising beneath their feet, and a slick, oily-faced old monk had quietly appeared before them.

Despite the monk’s old age, he had a well-fed appearance, with a ruddy complexion and an elderly roundness, his face shining with slickness, as he was now smiling amiably at Ling Xue’er.

“Amitabha, Miss Ling, you’re here again. It has been a long time; I have missed you dearly. Perhaps this time, we can refrain from creating needless slaughter?”

spoke the old monk.

“Just as we speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives. Xuan Bei, I came here today to slay these fame-seeking frauds. It’s not just these few cultured scoundrels, if there’s any impurity within your Buddhist Sect, I shall deal with it today as well,” Ling Xue’er said, utterly domineering and giving no face to the other party.

Li Xiaobai quickly pulled out the small token and began searching for the other party’s name on the ranking list. The name Xuan Bei felt very familiar, often seen.

Heavenly Ranking.

First place: Mei Changqing, available for long-term contracts.

Second place: Elder Tianji from the Immortal Spirit Daily.

Third place: Immortal Yuezen, expert in the Preserving Youth Technique.

Fourth place: This old monk Xuan Bei, crowdfunding for temples.

It’s him: the fourth on the Heavenly Ranking, the high monk from the Buddhist Sect, Elder Tianji.

Although some people on this ranking list, for various reasons, did not make it onto the list, such as Elder Tianwu, who had personal feuds with Elder Tianji and suffered for it, and Ling Xue’er here from the Kingdom of Women, whose reasons were unknown.

But overall, those who were ranked in the top few on the Heavenly Ranking were definitely among the top powerhouses of the Mainland.

This Xuan Bei’s strength should be unparalleled even among the sons of the Thousand Buddha Temple.

“Master Xuan Bei!”

“This is serious; I am a disciple of the Thousand Buddha Temple. Thank you, Master, for your help!”

Monk Ling Jue, seeing the newcomer’s face, was overjoyed. This was Master Xuan Bei, one of the highest-ranking individuals of Western Desert’s Thousand Buddha Kingdom, akin to a Living Buddha of the present age. With him coming to their rescue, they no longer had to face death.

“Amitabha, Miss Ling, indeed the Buddhist Sect has been tainted with many who have strayed off the path. These matters will be handled internally by our Western Desert Buddhist Sect. You came here today to rescue Su Mei’er, and now that your goal has been achieved, please consider returning,” Xuan Bei said, ignoring Monk Ling Jue’s words, turning to Ling Xue’er with a smile.

“I’m here today to eradicate all these hypocrites! You bald donkey, let’s see if you can stop me!”

“Follow me to kill!”

Ling Xue’er was furious, her hands forming a fist seal, and she violently hammered towards the direction where Li Xiaobai was.

The void visibly cracked inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, the air trembled, and at the same time, the two maids by his side flickered and suddenly charged towards the righteous cultivators.

Feeling the earth-shattering aura coming from ahead, Li Xiaobai’s face turned pale with shock.

Why did everything suddenly turn violent, and why did they strike at me without warning?

How does this woman’s brain work, initiating a fight without any logic? Shouldn’t she kill those righteous cultivators first?

Neither did Monk Xuan Bei expect Ling Xue’er to execute a deceptive maneuver of feinting to the east and attacking the west, and though he attempted to intervene, it was a step too late. Thousands of radiant lights burst forth, and Ling Xue’er’s fist, carrying an overwhelming might that could suppress mountains and rivers, slammed down viciously towards Li Xiaobai.

“Giggle, run quickly, kid, this woman’s strength is almost catching up to mine!”

Ji Wuqing flapped his wings and sprinted away, rapidly fleeing the battlefield.

“Dammit, you’re forcing me to use my trump card!”

“I’ve decided, Godzilla, it’s going to be you!”

Li Xiaobai cursed inwardly, knowing that he would surely die under the impact of that fist.

Without hesitating, he flipped his wrist, and the void suddenly fluctuated violently, with a similarly earth-shattering oppressive force descending.

A massive shadow fell from the sky, intercepting the iron fist that Ling Xue’er had brought down from the heavens.

As the dust cleared, everyone present couldn’t help but widen their eyes in astonishment, clearly seeing a gigantic and bizarre Demonic Beast extending a claw to block Ling Xue’er’s punch; the beast, towering hundreds of yards tall and covered in scales, had sharp fangs and a vicious appearance, clearly not of a benign nature.

“What Demonic Beast is this, capable of blocking my punch?”

Ling Xue’er was taken aback; she hadn’t sensed any Spiritual Power fluctuation from the beast below, which indicated that it had blocked her attack with its mere physical body.

“As the ruler of the Kingdom of Women, you neither respect the elderly nor cherish the young. Today, I, Liu Jinshui, take the liberty to test your cultivation level with my Divine Beast mount!”

Li Xiaobai spoke indifferently, feeling the pinch in his heart—Godzilla had cost him a massive amount of Spirit Stones.

[Godzilla: Can summon a Godzilla Divine Beast, whose strength is comparable to the strongest realm of the current world, with a three-second invincibility effect. (Price: ten million top-grade Spirit Stones)]

[Godzilla Talent: Smashing, Fire Breathing]

[Note: Duration of existence is 10 minutes.]

This Divine Beast mount was also a one-time use, it would only appear for ten minutes after the purchase.

Luckily, its strength was sufficient; the strongest realm in this world should be the Mahayana Realm by now, which was the same realm as Ling Xue’er. However, Godzilla didn’t understand Cultivation Techniques, couldn’t cultivate, and could only smash and breathe fire, which made it seem somewhat clumsy.

“This mount is quite interesting, but after all, it is just a Demonic Beast. Humanity’s strength lies in wisdom, not brute force—that’s the reason for the prosperity of the human race. Whether you are Liu Jinshui or Li Xiaobai, today, your life shall be claimed by me,” Ling Xue’er declared.

She opted not to attack Li Xiaobai again but instead turned and launched a fierce assault on Godzilla.

In the void, a gigantic kingdom slowly rose—it was Ling Xue’er’s Primordial Spirit, the Kingdom of Women.

Just like Ou Yezi, Ling Xue’er had also visualized her entire kingdom as her Primordial Spirit, lifelike and even larger, more vast, and more real than Ou Yezi’s.

Empowered by her Primordial Spirit Power, each of Ling Xue’er’s punches transformed into towering castles crashing down, sending sparks flying as they hit Godzilla’s body.

“Roar!”

Godzilla roared furiously, its giant maw opening as flames enveloped the sky, covering Ling Xue’er and the boundless Primordial Spirit kingdom behind her, filling the entire sky with fire.

“This is Karmic Fire, retreat quickly! Once touched by this fire, one will be entangled with great causality!”

“This old monk shall send you back to the Thousand Buddha Temple first!”

Monk Xuan Bei brought his hands together in prayer, and golden Buddhist light shone everywhere, as nearly ten thousand cultivators vanished in the blink of an eye. Li Xiaobai, intending to make a getaway by car, was also shrouded in the Buddhist light and disappeared from the spot.

“Are you kidding me…”