SWNOVELXO Chapter 900 Chapter 901: Are You Done Fighting?
900 Chapter 901: Are You Done Fighting?
Li Xiaobai returned to his room and waited quietly for the ship to sail.
Drifting in the rivers and lakes, one must use a pseudonym to save their own life. Since his sixth senior brother had the protection of a super sect, using his name to cause trouble probably wouldn't lead to any serious problems.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of knocking came.
"Is Master Li at rest?"
A gentle voice came from outside the door; it was Monk Ming De.
"I have not yet rested. Please come in, Master."
Li Xiaobai said.
"Amitabha, Master Li really embarrasses this poor monk. I dare not assume the title of 'Master'. Night is about to fall, and it gets cool at sea. I've specially cooked a bowl of thin porridge for Master Li. This monk does not eat meat or fish, and I hope you won't disdain it."
Monk Ming De brought out a bowl of rice porridge, the bowl, old and worn from years of use, had a few vegetable leaves floating on top, very austere.
In fact, at their level of cultivation, they did not need to eat at all; the true essence produced by their daily practice could take care of everything. The reason they still maintained the common people's habit of eating was mainly to constantly remind themselves that they were disciples of the Buddhist sect and needed to keep true to their hearts.
However, this ploy seemed to have little effect, as one could tell from the smiling face of the monk in front of him that the Buddhist Law was not enough to reform him.
"Thank you for your care, Master."
Li Xiaobai voiced his gratitude, brought the bowl of rice porridge up to his nose, and sniffed. There was no smell of meat, and the worn bowl was not tainted with greasiness. He nodded inwardly in approval; although this monk was not what one might call a proper monk, he did have commendable qualities. At the very least, he truly did follow a vegetarian diet.
Ming De did not leave right away but stared at Li Xiaobai with a happy grin, as if he could only be at ease after watching him finish the porridge bite by bite.
Li Xiaobai understood what was happening and, without pretense, slurped the bowl of thin porridge clean in one go. The attribute points on the system panel suddenly started to fluctuate.
[Attribute Points +50,000...]
[Attribute Points +50,000...]
[Attribute Points +50,000...]
The numbers continued to move. It was continuous damage; as expected, Monk Ming De had no good intentions. The porridge he had just consumed contained poison. It was easy to guess that it must have been a poison designed to incapacitate, but for Li Xiaobai, it was useless.
"Thanks for the hospitality, Master. The porridge tasted good; it's been a long time since I've savored such a simple meal."
Li Xiaobai handed the bowl back, revealing a faint smile on his face.
"Amitabha, Master Li does not disdain this monk's humble bowl of clear soup, truly a person of wisdom. On this journey, I believe Master Li will be blessed by the Buddha."
Monk Ming De also said with a beaming smile, relieved in his heart. Before coming, he had been worried that the other party might detect something wrong, but unexpectedly, this young man was so unguarded, without the slightest precaution.
He had laced the rice porridge with Rotten Bone Softening Powder, a potent substance he had obtained from the Five Poison Cult of the Southern Continent. A piece the size of a fingernail could incapacitate a cultivator of the Earth Immortal Realm, and if dosed sufficiently high, even someone of the Heavenly Immortal Realm would exhibit temporary weakness. It was an exceptionally formidable poison.
It was said that this poison was a recently concocted secret formula by a rising female figure within the Five Poison Cult, a new toxin that had just begun to circulate and for which no antidote had yet been studied. By swallowing it directly, this youngster would soon lose the ability to move, becoming limp and helpless, like a fish on the cutting board.
"I appreciate your kind words, Master."
Li Xiaobai watched Monk Ming De leave, a glint of cold light passing through his eyes. If everything went as expected, this monk would make his move tonight.
Late at night.
Li Xiaobai lay in bed, considering the tasks ahead on his journey, finding the Earth Dragon Grass and capturing Jiumozhi. Once ashore, he would inquire further; after all, Monk Ming De and Monk Ming Dao, at best, were minor players—unlikely to divulge any useful information, or else they wouldn't resort to scamming cultivators in the region of Salvation Island.
"Creak!"
An ear-piercing sound shattered the silence of the cabin as the wooden door to the room was slowly pushed open. Right after that, several candles in the room were extinguished simultaneously, and a dark figure slipped in, tiptoeing without making a sound.
"Has Master Li fallen asleep?"
The person asked.
Li Xiaobai remained silent. He didn't even want to move. He just watched the figure in the darkness quietly.
"Hahaha, Master Li, I'm sure you've recognized this poor monk. I know you're not sleeping. Do you feel completely weak and limp all over, and unusually sore in your body?"
"Perhaps you don't know yet, but you've been poisoned by my Rotten Bone Softening Powder. At this moment, every inch of your flesh is paralyzed. You can't even twitch, let alone open your eyelids. Yesterday, on Salvation Island, I took notice of you, a remarkable disciple of the Sword Sect carrying the treasure Huazi. You must have quite the resources on you, don't you? Don't blame this poor monk, we all lick blood from the knife's edge to make a living. In your next life, remember to be more wary when roaming the martial world!"
Ming De's voice was cold, filled with mockery and menace, a stark contrast to his genial demeanor during the day.
"Don't expect anyone to come save you. All the cultivators aboard have drunk the poor monk's white porridge and can now only be but fish on the cutting board at someone else's mercy."
Li Xiaobai still didn't speak, just quietly watching him.
"There's nothing more to say; you can die now!"
Monk Ming De cultivated his technique, and a golden glow surged around his body. A golden Buddhist Palm Seal was fiercely thrust towards Li Xiaobai.
"Boom!"
The bed was shattered, and a large hole was made in the wooden wall.
[Attribute Points +500,000...]
Li Xiaobai tumbled to the ground, nodding at the Attribute Points panel before him, affirming, indeed, he was now an Earth Immortal cultivator without a doubt.
"Sigh, usually, such tasks are left to minions, but you're too special. You must be killed by this poor monk personally. Fortunately, the trip to Salvation Island has accumulated quite a bit of merit. Killing one cultivator isn't a big deal; at worst, I'll recite the Six Syllable Mantra later to make up for it."
"Amitabha, Master Li, please pass on with peace. This poor monk will recite a scripture for your afterlife journey, may you go well!"
Monk Ming De slowly said, muttering words under his breath, but after a few sentences, he noticed something was amiss—there were no resources burst out on the ground, nor was there any loss of merit. What was going on?
"No resistance at all, yet you survived a palm strike from this poor monk?"
Just as he was about to step forward to see for himself, a faint voice suddenly rose, startling him, his hairs standing on end, and an intense feeling of terror swept over him in an instant.
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"Truly a genius, one not to be estimated by common standards. Allow this poor monk to give you another send-off!"
Monk Ming De's eyes turned frosty as he flipped his wrist, retrieved a seal, and tossed it into the void. It swelled rapidly with the wind, transforming into a giant golden seal that thunderously bore down.
"Arhat Overturning Seal!"
[Attribute Points +700,000...]
Still just a trifle, Li Xiaobai stood unshaken, amidst the mess on the ship.
"How is this possible, you mean to say I can't kill you even as you lie there motionless?"
Ming De exclaimed incredulously. Just now, he had used his real abilities—the Buddhist Arhat Overturning Seal, a Magic Treasure cultivated with Buddhist scriptures and law; the longer it was cultivated, the stronger it became. This seal had accompanied him for over a decade, and while he had not used his full power yet, how could it not kill a crippled man? What on earth was happening?
Just as he was about to step forward to see for himself, a faint voice suddenly rose, startling him, his hairs standing on end, and an intense feeling of terror swept over him in an instant.
In the darkness, Li Xiaobai blinked his eyes: "Are you done hitting me?"