I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 957 - 958: Seeing Yitilou Again

Chapter 957: Chapter 958: Seeing Yitilou Again

“Little Junior Brother, I didn’t expect you to be someone prominent outside, how many people are in our Villian’s Guild now?”

Liu Jinshui asked with surprise in his eyes. He initially thought that the Villian’s Guild was just a casual creation by the little Junior Brother for fun, but it turned out to have grown big, even having the Power of Faith, which is a precursor to becoming the founder of a sect!

“Hehe, I am now the Peak Master of the Sword Sect’s Second Peak. If we include all the cultivators on the entire mountain, it’s probably around a million or so,”

Li Xiaobai chuckled.

“Can’t complain, good brother shares the blessings. Once we’re out, I’ll come to join you!”

Liu Jinshui said decisively, seeing his little Junior Brother practically becoming a king of the mountain made him think about his few incompetent subordinates and suddenly the appeal of the Super Sect seemed less inviting.

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Li Xiaobai said, “What if there are difficulties?”

Liu Jinshui replied, “Aren’t we carrying it together right now? You still can’t trust my character? Absolutely fine! Just casually make me a second king later, let me also enjoy the feeling of establishing a sect.”

“Woof, I am the second king, you can be my little brother,”

Ergouzi said with a grin, surprisingly, a lot had changed at the Second Peak during his time away from the Sword Sect. Thinking about returning to the Sword Sect and calling the shots, commanding tens of thousands of people looking up to him was thrilling.

“An underling also wants to act the king?”

Liu Jinshui kicked him away, full of disdain.

“May I ask how to use this Power of Faith?”

Li Xiaobai looked at Liaowang and asked. Wuyuzi’s technique of integrating the Power of Faith in his words made him yearn to master it. If he could handle it, he wouldn’t need Huazi, just moving his lips would convert the Buddhist Sect’s followers into his own.

“This humble monk also isn’t sure, but there are similar books in the Scripture Pavilion that you can borrow. If there’s a chance in the future, I will copy one for Master Li,”

Liaowang said, his cultivation level was quite weak, and the Power of Faith was still too remote for him; he needed more practice time before he could teach the related knowledge.

“You trouble yourself.”

Several people chatted randomly and soon walked out of the shoulder area, entering the headspace of the Buddha. Actually, placing the altar on the shoulder layer was also possible; the Semi-Saint was in closed-door cultivation and wasn’t paying them any mind at all.

However, to be safe, Li Xiaobai decided to place it within the territory of those two elder seniors, simply because these two had not been converted and must harbor resentment towards the Buddhist Sect. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, even if Wuyuzi came looking, he believed they wouldn’t spill the beans.

“Masters, the area ahead is the top layer in the Buddha’s head, which is also the highest level of the entire Buddhist Pagoda, where the Saint Realm powerhouses are imprisoned,”

Liaowang spoke up.

The moment they stepped in, they were immediately struck by a mountainous immense pressure, causing their steps to falter involuntarily, and even breathing became somewhat difficult.

The prohibition on this layer was more severe than the one below; it not only constrained their cultivation level but also suppressed much of their physical strength. This pressure came from the dense Immortal Yuan Power on this layer; it was so thick and viscous that it tightly enveloped the cultivators, affecting every move as if walking through a swamp, facing great resistance invisibly.

[Attribute Points +50000…]

[Attribute Points +50000…]

[Attribute Points +50000…]

The System’s panel fluctuated, showing increments in waves of fifty thousand, which wasn’t much for him who possessed the System, but for those cultivators who just entered this environment, they would need some time to adjust.

“Goodness, the Immortal Yuan here is as dense as if it has materialized, truly a paradise for cultivation! It’s just a pity that the Power of Faith here is equally dense. If one truly let go and cultivated, they might be converted within a few breaths,”

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Liu Jinshui clicked his tongue in wonderment; such good stuff was right before his eyes, yet he could only look and not touch, which was quite frustrating.

“Woof, kid, give me a hand quickly, this place is seriously tricky!”

Ergouzi was pressed down to the ground, unable to move, and could only seek help from Li Xiaobai.

“Just having merits does nothing; you need cultivation level too.”

Li Xiaobai picked him up and surveyed the surrounding environment.

Overall, there wasn’t much difference from the layers below, the only difference being that the headspace of the Buddha was slightly smaller, there weren’t as many rooms, and the Buddha’s head was divided into several smaller layers, a layer for the mouth, nose, and eyes, still connected by stairs.

At this moment, they were standing at the mouth, near Senior Yitilou’s residence.

“Who has come this time? Is it Old Wuyuzi sending someone with a message again? Next time he has something to say, let him come and speak to me himself!”

A familiar, elderly voice came through, sounding somewhat impatient.

“Amitabha, to report to Senior, this monk has brought a few special prisoners whom we wish to settle on this floor. I hope Senior will not mind.”

Liaowang recited a Buddha’s name and spoke.

“Hmm? Special prisoners?”

“Let this old man see which immortals you have caught.”

The voice, filled with surprise, next moment, a skinny old man, leaning on a cane, hobbled out from a cave dwelling.

“Senior Yitilou, we meet again.”

Li Xiaobai greeted him with a smile.

“Is it you?”

“But only a few days have passed and you’ve ended up in here too. What a pity. Had you only thrown down a rope back then, Old Lou might have been able to help you out today. Now, you can only die of old age here!”

Yitilou, looking at Li Xiaobai, spoke with a tone filled with schadenfreude, letting this naive young man experience what despair really feels like. He would realize how big a mistake it was not to throw down the rope back then.

However, when his gaze shifted to the others, he was stunned.

“Are you Master Liaowang?”

“Are you Master Wuhu?”

“How did all of you end up in here?”

“Didn’t we agree that the next time you would come up, you’d bring a rope for me?”

Yitilou’s face was filled with disbelief as he had been eagerly waiting for several prodigies to come back and pull them out. Now, these geniuses, without exception, had all entered the Buddhist Pagoda and were standing before him. It seemed like the heavens were conspiring against him!

“Woof, old man, I have a rope.”

Ergouzi threw out a bundle of rope and spoke.

“No one is out there; who will pull me out?”

Yitilou’s face showed his disdain, the chance of escaping to freedom broken, leaving him quite frustrated.

Liaowang chuckled, “Senior, we, as disciples of the Buddhist Sect, dare not act rashly. Next time, I can bring some chicken legs down for you. Recently, I saw Master Pudu secretly eating chicken; I’ll ask him for some.”

“Humph, at least you are considerate, unlike these useless ones who cause my escape plan to be dead before it even starts.”

Yitilou’s face was very dark, and he now wanted to be left alone.

“Gentlemen, feel free to find a chamber for yourselves. My brothers are still waiting outside; this monk will take his leave first.”

Liaowang recited a Buddha’s name and quickly left.

Li Xiaobai and the others looked at each other, finding the old senior to be really opportunistic; they received all the sweet talk when they were of use, persistently being cajoled, but now that they were caught, he immediately showed an indifferent face.

It was at this time that another elderly voice came from above: “What’s going on downstairs, who are you talking to?”

The voice belonged to Yan Zuzi.

“Mind your own business, just go back to sleep!”

Yitilou cursed and, leaning on his cane, limped back into his cave dwelling.

The person upstairs was not pleased: “Damn it, you dare to talk back to your Master Yan? Wait till I come down and sort you out!”