I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense C.178: 179 Elder Tianwu

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Lin Tian’s face was twisted with discomfort. At this moment, the appearance of Yun Yan and Yunkun was disheveled and dirty, covered in mud, and they exuded an indescribable foul odor. The face of Fire Qilin Cave, completely lost.

The faces of the other cultivators weren’t looking great either. After all, their clan’s younger members had also been captured. Yet by their terrible state, it wasn’t hard to imagine the hardship their kin must have endured.

“One and a half million top-grade Spirit Stones per person, non-negotiable.”

Li Xiaobai lit a Huazi and spoke indifferently.

Lin Tian flicked his hand, and a Space Ring floated in front of Li Xiaobai.

“Three million top-grade Spirit Stones in total. I’ll take these two with me.”

“Swift and decisive, truly a master from the Fire Qilin Cave. Your straightforward and generous behavior is indeed unlike these stingy fellows,” Li Xiaobai said.

The other experts’ faces darkened. They had originally thought that Fire Qilin Cave would dispatch a strong force to fight directly, to uphold the might of the Qilin. Instead, the opposition simply chose to resolve the crisis with money, without hesitating or dragging their feet, leaving the other cultivators feeling like they were punching cotton—utterly powerless.

The leading brother’s straightforward payment made them feel quite awkward, being penniless themselves.

“I am Lin Tian. It’s been decades since I parted ways in a hurry with Elder Tianwu. Do you still remember me, senior?”

After retrieving the disciples of Fire Qilin Cave, Lin Tian no longer had to worry about their safety and turned to the old beggar to ask.

“I don’t recognize you. Knowing full well you are my junior, why aren’t you kneeling to pay your respects?”

The old beggar picked his nose and spoke lightly.

“He is Elder Tianwu!”

“The peerless genius from over a hundred years ago, who single-handedly dominated several regions, suppressing an entire era!”

“Wasn’t it said that he inexplicably disappeared decades ago? How did he show up in the Northern Region?”

“It’s him, the spitting image of Elder Tianwu from the portraits in my home!”

The cultivators’ faces were filled with shock and awe, and it was only after Lin Tian’s inquiry that they realized the identity of the old man with such immense strength—one that could be counted on one hand across the Mainland.

Upon close inspection, his visage was indeed identical to that of the legendary figure displayed in their sects—Elder Tianwu had reappeared!

“It is really you. A century ago, you ambushed our Family Head. Thirty years ago, you appeared at a critical moment and stole our opportunity. As the Great Elder of Fire Qilin Cave, I cannot simply overlook your actions. Please, allow me to learn from your distinguished techniques!”

Lin Tian had long recognized the old beggar. Behind him, a colossal Fire Qilin Primordial Spirit soared into the sky, letting out a heaven-shaking roar.

He wanted to test the old man’s strength on behalf of the Cave Master. The vegetation around him burst into fierce flames and turned to ash. The Qilin’s giant claw swooped down, shattering the Mountain Protection Array in an instant, and the scorching heat that could pierce through a Primordial Spirit thundered down.

Li Xiaobai’s expression changed. The Mountain Protection Array was supposed to withstand a full-force attack from Great Crossing Realm Cultivators, but it was effortlessly torn apart by the old man’s Primordial Spirit.

Scorching heat swept through, turning Misty Peak into a raging inferno in an instant.

[Attribute Points +10000…]

[Attribute Points +10000…]

Li Xiaobai felt a pang of anxiety as his body’s moisture evaporated, with slight cracks appearing on his skin. This old man’s combat power was off the charts.

“Old man, drink some Baobao quickly. Our sect is about to be burned to the ground!”

“Sure thing!”

The old beggar took a modest sip of Baobao, trying to save some—after all, it wasn’t easy to get.

The power inside him surged once again. The old beggar’s eyes shot out sharp glints of light, sending two divine beams straight into the void at the Fire Qilin.

It was then that a roar like thunder came.

“Creating havoc within the Holy Demon Sect without asking me, the Sect Leader?”

A flash of light streaked across, striking at the Fire Qilin that obscured the sky. Ou Yezi was infuriated and struck with all his might, repelling the Fire Qilin.

The flames on Misty Peak gradually died down, and the burnt grass and trees grew once again, emanating a breath of life.

“Creation of life, Third Layer of the Great Crossing Realm, there still exist such characters in the Northern Region, what’s your name?” Lin Tian was slightly surprised.

“I am Sect Leader Ou Yezi!” said Ou Yezi.

“It’s you!”

“Ou Yezi, that one from the Earth Rankings!”

“In the Tianbei Secret Realm, you sacrificed hundreds of cultivators’ blood, among them not lacking in prodigious talents, damn it, my sect’s genius was brutally killed by your hand!”

“My son, the Golden Spear Overlord, was slain by this man!”

“Please, Elder Lin Tian, take action and execute this man with the justice he deserves!”

The cultivators were in an uproar, another figure whose enmity was maxed out, the Immortal Spirit Daily had already reported on it; in the Tianbei Secret Realm, there was a cultivator named Ou Yezi who used a created miniature world to deceive cultivators, sacrificing over a hundred promising talents to forcibly break through to the Great Crossing Realm cultivation level.

Many cultivators present had their juniors blood sacrificed by Ou Yezi, now facing their nemesis, their eyes instantly turned red.

But alas, the man was of the Great Crossing Realm’s cultivation, even at the third layer, these Tribulation Crossing cultivators didn’t dare to act rashly.

“Hmph, the Sect Leader kills with his own ability, it’s your disciple’s foolishness, bringing themselves into the trap, who else can you blame?”

“Instead of troubling the Sect Leader, you’d be better off going back and teaching your disciples more, flowers grown in a greenhouse, can’t survive long in the outside world.”

Ou Yezi completely disregarded these people, his attitude arrogantly to the extreme.

“Good, I didn’t expect you to be from the Holy Demon Sect, truly like Sect members through and through, all with the style of bandits, without a shred of dignity, you can die now.”

Lin Tian pointed casually, and the void rippled, a fiery red light pierced the sky, aiming straight for Ou Yezi’s heart.

Putch!

The firelight easily pierced through Ou Yezi’s body, but there was no blood splatter; Ou Yezi’s figure slowly dispersed, turning into starlights that faded away between heaven and earth.

“An External Incarnation?”

Lin Tian’s face darkened with rage, for he had been tricked.

“Heh, thinking of killing me? Did you ask my elder, Elder Tianwu? A mere flick of Elder Tianwu’s finger is enough to crush you all, come fight if you disagree!”

Behind the old beggar, Ou Yezi slowly walked out, gesturing at Lin Tian with a hooked finger, his face full of a faint smile.

Li Xiaobai looked on with an odd expression; it seemed Ou Yezi was maliciously taking revenge on the old beggar, drawing tremendous enmity towards him just as the old beggar had done to him previously.

“Today, I will kill you, not even Elder Tianwu can stop me, mark my words.”

Lin Tian’s face was grim.

“Elder, these people are disrespecting you, go up and fight them!” Ou Yezi incited from the side.

The old beggar had black lines all over his forehead: “Uh, this old beggar doesn’t carry this pot…”

“Qilin Secret Technique, Samadhi True Fire!”

Lin Tian formed a Seal Spell with his hand, and in the void, the fire of a giant Fire Qilin surged wildly, turning from red to almost black, and its claw, enveloped in black flame, came crashing down heavily.

“Going for another arm wrestle?”

The old beggar chuckled, stretching out a giant hand that covered the sky, grabbing the claw of the Qilin, exerting a slight force, and directly ripping off the entire left half of the Fire Qilin’s Primordial Spirit.

“Puh!”

With his Primordial Spirit injured, Lin Tian coughed up blood profusely, falling rapidly like a kite with a broken string.

“What kind of power is this, you weren’t this strong thirty years ago!”