I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1050 - 1051: Upgraded Version of the Human Skin Mask

Chapter 1050 -1051: Upgraded Version of the Human Skin Mask

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“Roar!”

Several blue male beasts raised their heads to the sky with a howl, their bodies twisting to the ship’s bow, where their deep-blue tails coiled around the rail and charged forward, increasing the ship’s speed several fold.

“Right, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, I shall not linger any longer. If I’m out for too long, the Half-Saint Old Turtle in charge of my family will start looking for me.”

Lu Yifa rose to his feet, and with a flicker, he transformed back into the sky-covering Kraken and plunged into the sea.

“Little one, on this occasion, several Saint Heirs of my Sea Clan have been chosen to go to Ice Dragon Island as well. Usually, these fellows are full of arrogance and haven’t stopped mocking me as a follower. If you have the chance, give them a good lesson for me!”

“The green mountains will not change; the green waters will flow forever. We shall meet again!”

With these words, a huge wave surged up, and the Kraken slowly sank into the ocean depths and disappeared from sight.

“Sea Clan Saint Heir?”

“Seriously, one must not offend these creatures. This time, I only wish to take Long Xue with me, I’ll definitely do it next time!”

Li Xiaobai murmured to himself. Lu Yifa had come and gone swiftly, not even posturing before him, which suggested he had been deeply shocked and was eager to return to the depths of the sea to cultivate.

“Young Master Li, what about these Demonic Beasts…”

The Old Goat asked with trepidation.

“No worry, just let them pull. With these Heavenly Immortal Realm Demonic Beasts as our coachmen, our ship will soon reach shore,”

Li Xiaobai spoke indifferently. Lu Yifa’s orders would be absolutely obeyed by these Sea Clan beasts, and with these males leading the way, there should no longer be any Demonic Beasts daring enough to attack them on the route.

“I never expected Young Master Li to have such a favorable relationship with the Sea Clan nobility. Truly, your divine skills are vast, no wonder you remain unfazed despite the high bounty placed on your head by the Buddhist Sect.”

Uncle Huo’s face was full of astonishment. There were simply too many surprising things, and for a moment, he didn’t even know where to start praising. The young man before him was monstrously talented, shrouded in mystery, elusive and unfathomable.

“It was merely a chance encounter with an old friend from the past. I don’t have any substantial interactions with the Sea Clan. If we were to speak of a relationship, the Sea Clan probably desires my life more, since I’ve killed quite a few of their cultivators!”

Li Xiaobai said with a light smile, considering he had severed the spatial passage between the Sea Clan of Central Origin Realm and the Immortal Spirit Continent and had also set Yitilou and Yan Zuzi among them, it seemed more likely that these Sea Clan cultivators would want him dead.

Uncle Huo was speechless. The person before him spoke lightly, but he always felt the other was boasting invisibly, with an overwhelming presence that left him unable to respond. Was this the way of a proud genius speaking?

“The Icy Frost Sect is located on the coast of the Southern Continent. I wonder if they have received the news of Han Buzhu’s death yet, and whether they will try to obstruct our crossing to Ice Dragon Island.”

Li Xiaobai murmured softly, knowing that being closely watched by a sect with Saint Realm experts was undoubtedly a big trouble.

“You can rest assured about that, Young Master. Even large sects would not set up Soul Lamps for every cultivator. Only the direct lineage disciples and the mightily powerful Elders are entitled to light a Soul Lamp within the ancestral hall to ascertain life and death.”

“Although Han Buzhu is indeed a disciple of the Icy Frost Sect and his cultivation level is not bad, he is not eligible to have his name placed in the ancestral shrine,” said Uncle Huo, opening the conversation. “Within the Icy Frost Sect, only disciples directly transmitted by the Sect Leader possess such a qualification. As a young master, Han Buzhu is born of a concubine; he is not very well-regarded by the main wife’s lineage. The job you just did was very clean, Young Master. As long as the cultivators on this ship keep their mouths shut as ordered, the Icy Frost Sect won’t discover anything for the time being.”

Uncle Huo explained, very familiar with the rules within these prestigious Great Sects.

After all, doing business was like wandering the rivers and lakes; it was inevitable to come into contact with these Great Sects. Soaking in the culture, he knew a little about everything. For instance, in their own Huo Family, only the direct lineage descended from the Family Head had the right to place their name in the ancestral shrine. As for other collateral family members, to have one’s own Soul Lamp set there, not only would one need exceptional talent and a strong cultivation level, but they would also need to contribute significantly to the family.

The Great Sects value face and lineage above all else. The difference between offspring from the main wife and those born of a concubine is self-evident.

“Setting up a Soul Lamp is quite a cumbersome process; it not only requires a certain amount of resources, but it also necessitates a powerful individual of the Saint Realm to extract the cultivator’s Primordial Spirit and soul. This operation is quite energy-consuming. Apart from the Blood Demon Sect, Buddhist Sect, Ice Dragon Island, and a series of Super Sects, other sects do not have the courage to cover a wide range of their disciples with such an offering,” Uncle Huo continued. The foundations of Super Sects are different; they prepare a Soul Lamp for almost every disciple to monitor the status of the sect cultivators—this is the mettle and scope exclusive to the powerful. As for other sects, the Soul Lamp has become a symbol of recognition and encouragement from the upper echelons to their genius disciples, a sign of glory.

To use major methods to refine the souls of Sect Disciples without harming their essence is a taxing endeavor. Yet, these families not only do so but also create Soul Lamps for the disciples and assign people to watch over the state of these lamps daily. It proves the extent to which a clan values its members; for the disciples, it represents immense honor. Of course, they should be grateful, and it naturally increases the loyalty of the talented to their clan.

“So that’s how it is; if Han Buzhu isn’t entitled to have his own Soul Lamp, we needn’t worry about the Icy Frost Sect taking action,” Li Xiaobai nodded, finding these sect traditions somewhat pedantic.

He believed that if it were up to him, he wouldn’t bother with formalities; he would simply have a Soul Lamp prepared for nearly a million Sword Sect cultivators. If any of them died outside, the entire sect would come out to avenge them—that’s what qualifies as a proper safe harbor.

“I would like to introduce Young Master Li to the Huo Family, so my elder brother can get to know Young Master Li and form a good relationship. Please, when you visit Ice Dragon Island, do come and take a short rest with our clan; the Huo Family will offer you the greatest hospitality!” said Uncle Huo as if reciting an oft-told tale, his expression solemn as he extended the invitation once more.

“I have heard you mention before that the Huo Family seems to have some cooperation with the Icy Frost Sect?” Li Xiaobai asked suddenly, his expression changing.

“There’s some exchange in terms of Demonic Beast materials, but it’s just a shallow relationship; for the most part, they prefer dealing with Ice Dragon Island,” replied Uncle Huo, a bit perplexed by the sudden question.

“Would you consider entering into a deeper cooperation with the Icy Frost Sect?” inquired Li Xiaobai.

“Of course, that’s desirable, but after all, we are just a merchant family; these sects with deep foundations most likely won’t take us seriously,” Uncle Huo admitted.

“What if the cooperation was directly with Han Buzhu, the young master of the Icy Frost Sect?” Li Xiaobai smiled faintly, flipping his wrist and pulling out a Human Skin Mask. After kneading it a few times, it astonishingly transformed into the face of Han Buzhu, indistinguishable from the real one.

This was an upgraded version of the Human Skin Mask, priced at a thousand top-grade Immortal Stones per mask; its effect surpasses that of the regular Human Skin Masks by a thousand times. Once worn, it could even simulate the aura of the bloodline, making it impossible to distinguish between real and fake.

His identity was still too sensitive; rashly climbing onto Ice Dragon Island, where numerous prominent figures gathered, would likely cause a lot of trouble. He wanted to keep a low profile before finding Long Xue, at the very least, not bearing the name of a wanted criminal.

The face of Han Buzhu would solve many problems indeed.