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

Chapter 235: Chapter 236: Su Mei'er Humiliated, Monk Uncontentious

"Heh, Liaowang, it seems you still don't understand. You are an aberration. There's a saying that goes well here, 'Those not of our kind must have different hearts.' Look at these cultivators, whether from the orthodox path or the Buddhist path, they all want you dead because you stand in the way of everyone's interests!"

"Don't blame me. If there's blame, it's because your talent is too great. Many feel threatened by you. Besides, Su Mei'er has always been our target. After you die, we'll take very good care of her!"

Monk Ling Jue quietly chuckled under his breath. Today, he was just a talent pushed to the forefront; behind him, many of the Buddhist Sect's proud emergents were hoping for Liaowang's death.

Although he did not understand why those high monks of the Buddhist Sect felt the same, having the chance to kill Liaowang and obtain Su Mei'er was what he most looked forward to.

"You disciples of the Buddhist Sect are nothing but a disgrace. So-called righteous people are merely a bunch who fish for fame and pander for accolades. In this Western Desert, there are only some fake monks; you are the true beasts in monks' robes!"

"My master is already on her way. When she arrives, you will all die!"

Su Mei'er screamed in rage. She hated her own powerlessness and also hated Monk Liaowang's lack of struggle.

She originally had the chance to escape, but because she couldn't leave Liaowang behind and wanted to rescue him, she ended up captured. From beginning to end, Liaowang had shown no intention of leaving. This was what angered Su Mei'er the most, that her kindness had been completely wasted.

"Hehe, if your master really comes, we'll take both of you at once; teacher and disciple can fly together!"

Monk Ling Jue sneered and then, with no trace of shame, he reached out and roughly groped Su Mei'er from behind before turning away.

"This is the Demon Path's Demonic Woman, the Hehuan Sect's saintess, Su Mei'er. This demonic woman and the Demon Monk are entangled with each other. For us cultivators, subduing demons and defending the way is our duty. Today, I have decided to put these two into the world within the Golden Light Mirror to test their minds!"

Song Zhong spoke indifferently, his gaze towards Su Mei'er flashing with a hint of burning desire.

This woman had a special constitution, making her an excellent cauldron. If he could unite with her in a yin and yang conjunction, even he could ascend another level in his cultivation.

That's why some high monks within the Thousand Buddha Kingdom had given the Golden Light Mirror to the Cangtian Sect: they simply wanted a justified excuse to suppress Liaowang and acquire Su Mei'er without attracting criticism.

"Amitabha, everything is up to Benefactor Song to decide."

Elder Monk Yuanjue spoke slowly with a smile, his gaze towards Liaowang and Su Mei'er mixed with mockery and eagerness.

The fate of these two affected many people's interests, including his own Thousand Buddha Temple.

Every year the Thousand Buddha Kingdom allocated only so many resources. As the saying goes, more monks than porridge; the competition was fierce. And now, with Monk Liaowang emerging out of nowhere, becoming a sensation, if he was left to grow, he could very likely claim a share of the resources that would otherwise go to the Thousand Buddha Kingdom.

A rogue prodigy of the Buddhist Sect competing with fellow monks for resources was something the Thousand Buddha Temple could not tolerate.

The best solution was naturally to eliminate the genius; these sorts of endeavors had not been rare in the Western Desert over the years.

Framing, merging, hiring assassins—as long as their interests were protected, who cared if a talent died?

"Bring forth the Golden Light Mirror!"

Song Zhong formed a Seal Spell with his hands. The Golden Light Mirror slowly radiated light, and a chaotic mist materialized in the void, within which a small world was indistinctly taking shape—an Illusionary Realm to temper the mind.

The other cultivators watched with arms crossed and smirking faces. With the Golden Light Mirror in their control, Liaowang had no choice but to comply obediently.

Once the big shots had enjoyed Su Mei'er and had their fill, they would also generously allow them to have their turn; the mere thought was thrilling.

Upon the high platform, Su Mei'er's face was a mask of icy resolve.

"Monk, why don't you leave?"

"Amitabha, these people have fallen into delusion, and continuing down this path they will commit grievous sins. This humble monk wishes to save them from their suffering."

Monk Liaowang spoke slowly.

"These people are beyond salvation. Their minds are full of wicked thoughts, and what's more, you're only at the Divinity Transformation Stage of cultivation. What can you possibly do?"

Su Mei'er was exasperated; this monk was stubborn to a fault and simply wouldn't listen to reason.

"To influence the masses, one does not need cultivation level—only a Buddha's heart is required. Even a stubborn stone can be enlightened. This monk has voluntarily sealed his cultivation; today, I shall use the Buddhist Law to reclaim the pure hearts of these people!"

Monk Liaowang declared loudly, his words meant for Su Mei'er as well as for the many righteous individuals present. He firmly believed that his attitude in the face of adversity would surely resonate with them.

Upon his words, the scene quieted down considerably. Far from appreciating his gesture, the cultivators looked at Monk Liaowang as if he were a fool.

"This monk must have gone crazy, to seal his own cultivation level after entering the Illusionary Realm?"

"Isn't this just asking to be killed?"

"Hehe, it seems this monk has given up resistance. All idle chatter—once we're in the Illusionary Realm, let's see how he embarrasses himself!"

"In the end, he's just a Demon Monk. Let's suppress him quickly and save ourselves some time."

"Exactly, we came here for that Demonic Woman from the Demon Sect!"

Li Xiaobai shook his head slightly as he listened to the surrounding cultivators. Monk Liaowang hadn't changed a bit; he was still as na?ve as ever.

Sealing his own cultivation level would only make his situation in the Illusionary Realm even more perilous and brought no benefits whatsoever. Even if Monk Liaowang somehow managed to get through this ordeal unscathed, the righteous individuals would find another excuse to suppress him directly.

It could be said that Monk Liaowang's fate had already been determined—Liaowang must die, and Su Mei'er must be taken away by the leaders of the righteous path.

"You want to save them, but what about me? Have you ever thought about me?"

Su Mei'er's eyes reddened slightly. Ever since her capture, various monks had taken advantage of her, and although she was the saintess of the Hehuan Sect, she was at heart a conservative woman; the humiliation she had endured was known only to her.

Monk Liaowang fell silent; in his desire to convert so many, he had forgotten about the individual existence of Su Mei'er.

"Demon Monk, if you confess your sins now, this old man can give you a swift end," said Song Zhong.

"I have not yet converted the lost; this is my sin!"

Monk Liaowang glanced at Monk Ling Jue behind him, let out a sigh, and spoke.

"Nonsense, Elder Song, don't bother with his earnest plea. Just send him in directly!"

Monk Ling Jue shrieked, feeling immense humiliation from the other's gaze.

Elder Song's hand movements changed, unleashing a powerful surge of Spiritual Power. Suddenly, chaos enveloped the void, shrouding Monk Liaowang and Su Mei'er: "If that is so, then the two of you shall enter the cycle of reincarnation together!"