Master, Save Me

Mo Tianxiao's face was deathly pale as he forced a stiff smile. "Senior, isn't this going a bit too far?"

Resorting to underhanded methods upon refusal—is this what you call a mighty expert?

When Mo Tianxiao noticed something was wrong with Nangong Wan, he knew this old geezer was playing tricks.

To prevent his junior sister from becoming a monk, he had no choice but to circulate the Demon Emperor Sutra, attempting to snap Nangong Wan out of it.

To his surprise, the moment his hand touched Nangong Wan's shoulder, the spiritual energy in his body was instantly drained, almost causing him to collapse from exhaustion.

"Oh? This young benefactor is quite capable. How about... the two of you, martial brother and sister, join my Buddhist sect together?"

Seeing that a mere Nascent Soul junior had actually managed to break his little trick, the old monk's interest was immediately piqued.

If he could recruit these two into the Great Thunderclap Temple, perhaps one day his Buddhist sect could recreate the glory of its past.

"Senior must be joking. We already belong to a sect. If the Buddhist sect is truly lacking in geniuses, I think you could consider him."

Mo Tianxiao pointed at Xiao Fan, who was still lying unconscious on the ground.

"Besides, with his current condition, whether your Buddhist sect lacks a Buddhist Son or a Buddhist Maiden, I believe he is fully qualified for either."

Having lost his demonic pill, Xiao Fan might as well become a Buddhist Maiden.

"There is no need to consider. The three of you shall join my Buddhist sect together. I will purify the hostility within you and guide your hearts solely toward Buddha."

The old monk casually glanced at Xiao Fan and instantly knew his situation.

"The enmity between you and this benefactor shall also end here. From now on, we are all one family."

Saying so, the old monk raised a single palm in front of his chest. His entire body radiated a dazzling light, as if a Buddha had descended into the world. Bathed in this Buddhist light, Mo Tianxiao and Nangong Wan felt as if they were about to transcend and ascend to immortality.

In the next second, Mo Tianxiao bit the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain temporarily restored his clarity. Looking at the old monk who was trying to forcibly convert them, a surge of fury welled up in his heart.

"You old bald donkey! Since the soft approach didn't work, you're using force. Do you fucking think I'm made of clay?!"

To think that an expert who appeared so highly respected and virtuous was actually a hypocrite. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.

"Master! Someone is trying to kidnap your most outstanding disciple to make him a monk!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Tianxiao decisively called for backup.

An expert of this caliber was not someone a mere Nascent Soul ant like him could contend with.

Crushing the jade stone his master had given him, the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles was instantly drained, condensing into a beautiful silhouette that appeared in midair.

With her long hair fluttering in the wind, Yue Liuli looked calmly at Mo Tianxiao and teased, "Xiao Mozi, didn't I ask you to hold the line for Wan'er? What's wrong? You can't even handle a tiny Golden Core sect?"

"Master, please stop teasing your disciple. This bald donkey is relying on his formidable strength not only to abduct Wan'er to be some Buddhist Maiden, but also wants to drag me along to become a monk. You have to stand up for us!"

Mo Tianxiao really wanted to step forward and hug his master's thigh, but considering her status and strength, he figured it was best not to be too presumptuous.

Hearing this, Yue Liuli turned her gaze toward the old bald donkey and said in a cold tone, "From the Great Thunderclap Temple? Who gave you the audacity to touch my disciples?"

As an expert of the same tier, Yue Liuli could see through the other party's origins at a single glance.

Only the Great Thunderclap Temple, a top-tier faction in the Western Regions, possessed monks of this caliber.

"Hahaha, so these two young friends are the disciples of Benefactor Yue from the Netherworld Demon Sect. This is entirely a misunderstanding."

When Monk Puxuan saw that the newcomer was actually this demoness, he instantly felt a bit awkward.

How could he have imagined that cultivators in such a remote place would hail from a top-tier major faction? Wasn't this a sick joke?

If their background had been even slightly lesser, he would have forcibly taken these two away no matter what. But as luck would have it, their background was not the least bit weaker than the Great Thunderclap Temple.

In fact, they just so happened to belong to the Netherworld Demon Sect, the most fiercely protective of all the top-tier major factions.

"This old monk was merely passing through. Seeing their excellent aptitude, I assumed they were nearby rogue cultivators and simply wanted to invite them as guests to my Great Thunderclap Temple."

The old bald donkey explained with a forced, hypocritical smile.

"Save your breath with this nonsense. On account of a sliver of past ties with the Great Thunderclap Temple from a thousand years ago, severing one of your arms will serve as punishment."

Too lazy to waste words on him, Yue Liuli slowly raised her jade-like hand, and an immense, oppressive aura erupted from her body.

The Nine Tribulations Holy Sword in Mo Tianxiao's hand trembled violently, struggling free before flying toward Yue Liuli.

With the longsword in hand, a terrifying sword intent surged toward the heavens like a mighty river, as if it were about to pierce a hole through the sky.

The Holy Sword erupted with an overbearing radiance. Nine layers of seals were instantly undone, unleashing the true oppressive might of a Holy Sword.

Seeing this, Puxuan's gaze narrowed. He took off the string of Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist and threw them at Yue Liuli. Mid-flight, the prayer beads abruptly expanded, flashing with dazzling Buddhist light as phantoms of gods and buddhas filling the sky materialized.

"They say the people of the Netherworld Demon Sect are fiercely protective of their own, and today I have witnessed it. However, if you want one of my hands, it will depend on whether Benefactor Yue has the strength to take it."

He firmly believed that below the Great Emperor realm, no one could possibly defeat him. Although the other party possessed a fearsome reputation, compared to a veteran Saint King like himself, she was still too young—and this was merely a clone.

Hearing this, Yue Liuli's expression remained unchanged. She simply gave the longsword a light swing and declared, "Sever!"

Her domineering voice echoed through the world like a massive bell. Following the swing of her sword, a heaven-spanning sword qi descended from the sky. In a mere instant, it shattered the sky full of godly and buddhist phantoms, heading straight for Puxuan.

"Rumble——!!"

The terrifying energy set off a violent tremor. Mo Tianxiao hastily shielded his junior sister and steadied himself. "Careful, Junior Sister!"

Yet, just the aftershock alone blasted them back several hundred meters.

As the dust and smoke settled, Puxuan's right arm had been reduced to ashes. Even the ground behind him had been cleaved into a deep, abyssal trench stretching for thousands of fathoms.

"Gulp... Is this Master's true strength? It really is utterly terrifying..."

Looking at his master, whose casual strike was so horrifyingly powerful, Mo Tianxiao was filled with wild joy. Was this what it felt like to be protected by a big shot? It was simply too awesome.

"Benefactor Yue... have you already reached that step?"

Puxuan's expression was laden with profound shock. The growth speed of this demoness was far too fast.

Going by her age, when she first stepped onto the path of cultivation, he was already a mighty Saint King. But now, her cultivation base had surpassed his, while he was still lingering in the Saint King realm.

He knew very well that reaching this stage was the absolute limit of his talent, yet he had never given up searching for an opportunity to become an Emperor.

"Below the Great Emperor, all are ants"—this phrase was not just empty talk.

"A mere Emperor Realm, what is so difficult about it?"

Yue Liuli waved her hand, and the Nine Tribulations Holy Sword returned to Mo Tianxiao's grasp. She then said, "Xiao Mozi, bring Wan'er back to the sect early. I have matters to ask you about."

Having said that, Yue Liuli dissolved into motes of starlight and dissipated, not even bothering to spare Puxuan another glance.

"A mere Emperor Realm... Benefactor Yue is truly a monster..."

Puxuan suddenly felt his Dao heart waver. There was a saying that held true: even among Saint Kings, there are disparities—let alone the fact that the other party already had one foot in the Emperor Realm.

"Sigh..."

Puxuan looked at Xiao Fan, who was lying several hundred meters away, and shook his head with a sigh. His figure then instantly appeared beside Xiao Fan, snatching him away.

Watching the monk vanish, Mo Tianxiao stroked his chin, feeling somewhat suspicious. "This old bald donkey wouldn't actually take Xiao Fan back to make him some Buddhist Maiden, would he?"

That would be way too hilarious...