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

These people were clearly opportunists looking to profit from others’ misfortunes, but they all vied to present themselves as morally righteous, which was truly nauseating.

“Prattle, when the elders are speaking, where is it your place to interject?”

“A rabble without any true strength, you wish to stir trouble, yet you must consider the adversary. Our clan’s Saint Heir is in the first battlefield, yet you turn a blind eye, which is an outright contempt of my Fire Qilin Cave’s dignity!”

Huorong’s eyes widened as the Fire Qilin seated below him suddenly spewed a stream of molten lava towards Ling Xue’er.

This was a genuine Qilin Divine Beast, endowed with Qilin Bloodline, shining bright as molten rock flowed across its body, radiating noble aura, its eyes full of disdain.

It was a descendant of the Qilin, bathed year round in the Blood Pool and had reached the Mahayana Realm in cultivation level, its power terrifying.

As a creature of noble lineage, it was by birth above others, recognizing only those with equally noble blood. For a human race cultivator like Ling Xue’er, it had nothing but disdain.

“Amitabha, Ancestor Huorong, holding back a little today may lead to a better meeting tomorrow,”

A Buddhist chant resonated as a golden bell enveloped Ling Xue’er, blocking all the approaching molten lava.

“Roar!”

The Qilin Divine Beast felt challenged, it roared to the sky and took several steps in the air, coming down like an unstoppable force.

A gray-robed old monk stepped forward from the crowd, appearing instantly beside Ling Xue’er, palms together as a golden Buddha soared into the sky, repressing the void.

The Buddha appeared on all four sides, pushing away everything, firmly blocking the Fire Qilin’s aggressive maneuvers.

“Donor, do not thoughtlessly commit acts of violence. You claim to be a descendant of a Qilin, you should be more mindful of your behavior. The Qilin Divine Beast is an ancestor in grace and composure; but now, to suppress with force – it seems a bit uncivilized,” the gray-robed monk said with a smile.

However, deep in his eyes flashed a hint of seriousness; the Fire Qilin before him was not any ordinary creature of the Mahayana Realm. The Qilin Bloodline’s empowerment made even him feel strained.

He was not among the strongest, and against these terrifying holy spirits of elder generations, he could not easily suppress them. If the Qilin Beast were to make its full effort, he had no confidence in defeating it.

Let alone its master, Ancestor Huorong; these ancestors were experts from bygone eras, each somewhat imbued with the Immortal Spirit Qi, far beyond his ability to confront.

“So it’s Master Xuan Ku, it seems rumors are true, the Master has a deep connection with the ruler of the Kingdom of Women,” Ancestor Huorong said, stroking his beard and looking at Xuan Ku, who appeared to be struggling, with a smile.

“Your words are mistaken. To save a life is greater than building a seven-level pagoda. The injured Miss Ling already suffers greatly, could this old monk simply watch as Fire Qilin Cave’s creature torment her to death?”

Monk Xuan Ku replied with a faint smile, trying to appear nonchalant, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his true condition.

The force from the hooves of the Fire Qilin above grew stronger, and relying on just the Primordial Spirit Power was increasingly difficult to sustain.

But to resort to other measures to resist would undoubtedly declare that he couldn’t even handle one of Fire Qilin Cave Ancestor’s mounts, let alone protect Ling Xue’er.

“Master Xuan Ku is kind-hearted, but my steed has always been temperamental, and now it has been provoked by this woman. I can’t simply disregard its feelings,” Huorong said, his eyes slightly narrowed in a seemingly amiable manner.

The Qilin Beast’s front hooves turned into molten lava and relentlessly eroded the golden Buddha.

Monk Xuan Ku’s face grew paler, as the damage to his Primordial Spirit caused a significant accumulation of injuries within him.

“Old Monk, this is not a place where you can intervene. Quickly take the Cold Moon Palace back to the Kingdom of Women!”

Ling Xue’er spoke weakly, realizing that she could not escape this day. The cultivators in the Cold Moon Palace had to be taken away by someone.

“Saint Heir Ling, do not worry, this old monk can still handle a thing or two for now.”

Monk Xuan Ku chuckled, his hands forming Seal Spells as one by one, golden copper figures emerged from behind him and charged toward the Qilin Beast.

“Roar!”

The Qilin Beast let out a furious roar, stepping on the void, and in an instant, it tore the two approaching golden copper figures into shreds.

“Daring to strike at the borders right before my eyes, have you considered the pride of the Eastern Sea, Aolai Country?”

“They are nothing but mongrels mixed with Qilin Blood, and in front of your grandma here, you have no place to babble!”

A flash of anger passed over the delicate face of Liuren, her heart burning with rage.

She had just stated that the matter at the borders was settled, and yet these people started brawling right behind her, virtually slapping her face in public. She couldn’t tolerate that!

The Golden Rampage Ape clinging to the Sea-Calming Divine Needle blurred into a round of scorching sun and suddenly charged at Ancestor Huorong, its claws thunderously striking down.

The magma spewed out by the Fire Qilin had not even neared before being evaporated by the scorching breath of the Golden Rampage Ape.

“Liuren, you…”

Ancestor Huorong’s face changed dramatically as he had not expected her to be so disrespectful—they were, after all, figures from the same era, and she struck without a second thought.

His figure flashed explosively, rapidly retreating from this void, and the other elders around him also retreated swiftly at the same time, putting distance between themselves and that frenzied Golden Rampage Ape.

“Roar!”

Fury filled the eyes of the Qilin Divine Beast. Being compared to a mongrel was a first in its life. The cultivators of the Fire Qilin Cave had always prided themselves on their Qilin lineage, when had they ever been so humiliated?

Stepping on the void, its mouth opened wide into a black hole, the Qilin Blood erupting instantly, its powerful Blood Qi trembling, intending to engulf the Golden Rampage Ape before it.

“Pfft!”

Without any fanciness, the Golden Rampage Ape’s claws faced the gaping maw and simultaneously slashed down.

It was but a single encounter, and that noble, massive head was twisted off.

Blood suffused with golden light sprayed out, and the headless Qilin’s corpse crashed to the ground, devoid of life.

“Roar!”

Bathed in the Qilin’s blood, the Golden Rampage Ape grew even more frenzied.

With a skyward howl, its claws parted left and right, brutally tearing the Qilin’s head in two.

Seeing the Golden Rampage Ape dancing around the lifeless body of the headless Qilin, all the big shots fell silent. This Golden Rampage Ape was an Artifact Spirit nurtured by the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, possessing its own consciousness. After many years, the Artifact Spirit had become more powerful and more ruthless.

Being able to control such a ferocious creature meant that the strength of the Eastern Sea’s Vice Leader had increased significantly since years ago!

They came here firstly to gain benefits, and secondly, having just been resurrected, they wanted to test each other’s strength. But the gap in strength before them sent chills down their spines.

While they were in hiding, protecting themselves, the other party had already advanced far on the path of cultivation.

Could it be that their initial choice to lie low and wait for the right moment was a mistake?