I Don t Want to Get Hurt, So I ll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Chen Tao is my junior brother,”

Lin Feng said lightly, fluttering his feather fan.

Li Xiaobai was confused; he didn’t understand the insinuation and scratched his head, asking, “So what?”

“Your next opponent is Lin himself, don’t tell me you didn’t know?” Lin Feng frowned.

“Uh… I’m not very clear on that.”

Li Xiaobai told the truth. He had just finished his first match and had no idea who his next opponent would be; besides, he had spent all his time figuring out how to take a beating—who would care about who the next opponent was?

Lin Feng’s face looked as if he had swallowed a fly. The other person didn’t even care about his next match. He felt greatly insulted, and his rage burned within him, erasing all traces of his previously scholarly demeanor.

“Very well, very well, truly worthy of being a Misty Peak Disciple, so arrogant. My brother Lin Mang and I will sweep through all of you disjointed rabble!”

“The next time we meet, I will surely make you kneel before me!”

Lin Feng was extremely proud and did not take Li Xiaobai seriously at all.

Li Xiaobai touched his head, feeling that the other party was a bit silly.

Forget about him, he had serious business to attend to.

Touching the Space Ring on his hand, Li Xiaobai smiled cunningly. He had casually snatched Chen Tao’s sword after defeating him.

According to the onlookers below the stage, this thing was a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact, which was quite valuable.

He relied solely on leveling up to become stronger, had no cultivation level, and thus Spiritual Artifacts were useless to him, but they could be sold for a good price.

The Immortal Feather Sect was not a major Sect, with few resources. Even a Lower Grade Spirit Sword would send people scrambling for it.

Where to sell it?

Li Xiaobai looked around, needing to find a densely populated yet relatively safe place to conduct the transaction.

After some thought, there seemed to be no safer place than beside his fellow senior brothers and sisters.

Due to Su Yunbing’s underhanded manipulations earlier, nearly all the Misty Peak Disciples had their first match and naturally, they had wiped out their opponents in seconds.

The only one still in the arena now was the sixth senior brother, Liu Jinshui.

It’s decided then, you’re the one!

Liu Jinshui’s match had just started and the surrounding area was already packed. The reputation of the Misty Peak Disciples was quite formidable. Ordinary Disciples, who had only heard the name but never seen them in action, were now eager to witness the skills of the Misty Peak Disciples.

Li Xiaobai’s eyes gleamed, and without a word, he squeezed his way in.

This side had Disciples packed around the arena tightly, making it an excellent spot for selling goods, and it was also safe with the presence of senior brothers and referees.

Quickly setting up a stall in an open space, he took out Chen Tao’s Spirit Sword.

“Make way, make way!”

“Are you still troubled by your insufficient strength, still struggling to improve your ranking?”

“Don’t miss out as you pass by, today the Divine Sword emerges, those with fate shall possess it. The Sect competition is upon us, and those who wish to increase their Sect’s standing should seize this opportunity!”

“He who obtains the Divine Sword commands the world!”

“An unparalleled sword, for only twenty Lower Grade Spirit Stones, it’s worth your possession!”

Li Xiaobai took out the Spirit Sword, and with a loud voice, he began to shout, drawing the attention of many Disciples nearby.

Selling items during the Sect competition was something they had never seen before, and this stall had just a single sword, which was quite peculiar.

However, upon closer inspection, the sword gleamed with a luster, exuding a sense of divinity, clearly not an ordinary item.

“This is a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact!”

“I’ve seen one with my senior brother. When he went out traveling, he managed to obtain one. This luster and divinity, it’s undoubtedly a Spiritual Artifact!”

Disciples knowledgeable about such items exclaimed in surprise.

More Disciples gathered to watch the spectacle. Most of them were Outer Sect Disciples, who usually had no master and very few resources.

Hearing that a Lower Grade Spirit Sword was for sale, they all came to join in the excitement.

The Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts in the Sect were not for sale; Disciples had to earn Contribution Points through missions to purchase them, and naturally, these resources were dominated by the Inner Sect Disciples.

“Hehehe, this is a peerless sword, absolutely genuine, fair to both young and old. Junior Brother, I see a heroic spirit between your brows; this sword suits you perfectly!”

Li Xiaobai introduced to the crowd with a chuckle.

Everyone was green with envy, but no one made a purchase. It wasn’t that they didn’t desire the sword; rather, the price of twenty lower-grade Spirit Stones was somewhat hard for them to swallow.

“Senior Brother, could you make it a little cheaper?”

A female cultivator acted coy, looking pitiful: “I could become your personal maidservant, Senior Brother.”

The male disciples swallowed hard in envy; Senior Brother truly lived up to his title, even making the usually proud female cultivators soften their stance.

“Pah, shameless. Junior Brother, how about ten lower-grade Spirit Stones?”

The other female cultivators looked down on such flesh-trading tactics with great contempt.

“Twenty lower-grade Spirit Stones, and the price is firm. You all could chip in together. This is definitely a Divine Sword, and owning it is no dream of sweeping through the younger generation, so seize the opportunity well.”

Li Xiaobai was confident with so many potential customers present; how could he fear not being able to sell?

Several female cultivators were torn; they adored the Spirit Sword, with its dreamy pale-blue Spiritual Energy fluctuations, but its price was seriously steep.

However, if they continued to hesitate, the Spirit Sword might be bought by someone else. Biting the bullet, one of the female cultivators took out the Spirit Stones.

“I’ll buy it!”

“Hold on, I want this Spirit Sword.”

The familiar voice rang out again, and Li Xiaobai looked over to find it was Lin Feng once more. It seemed fate conspired to bring them together across several stages, allowing them to meet again.

Lin Feng was also frustrated. Originally, he had been attracted to the crowd and wanted to join in on the excitement, only to find Li Xiaobai stirring things up.

And, annoyingly, what the other party was selling was the Spirit Sword of his Junior Brother, Chen Tao. If it got sold to someone else, his lineage within the Sect would lose all face.

“Senior Brother, didn’t you say you wanted me to kneel at your feet next time we met?” Li Xiaobai said with a grin.

Lin Feng’s face showed discomfort: “Senior Brother was just joking. I’ll take this sword, and I offer thirty lower-grade Spirit Stones!”

Li Xiaobai’s eyes lit up as he looked meaningfully at the previous female cultivator, clearly asking if she wanted to raise the price, or if he should sell it to Lin Feng.

The female cultivator was furious. Stomping her foot, she stormed off. With thirty lower-grade Spirit Stones out of her reach, she was doomed to miss out on the Spirit Sword.

“Hehe, this is the best among the lower-grade Spiritual Artifacts. Surely, thirty lower-grade Spirit Stones is too little. I offer forty!”

Someone else spoke up from the crowd, a big fat man. Li Xiaobai was surprised; the speaker turned out to be his Sixth Senior Brother, Liu Jinshui, who had seemingly dealt with his opponent and silently joined the crowd for the excitement.

Liu Jinshui winked, and Li Xiaobai instantly understood; his Senior Brother was driving up the price.

“Would you mind explaining what makes this lower-grade Spiritual Artifact so special?”

“Hehe, just look at this Treasured Sword, so naturally formed, with traces of Dao rhythm within—signs that it’s close to being a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact. It’s no match for the common lower-grade flying swords.”

Liu Jinshui elaborated.

The two’s back-and-forth had the onlookers dumbfounded, and Lin Feng was bewildered. When did he not know that his Junior Brother’s sword was of such premium quality?

But if it was indeed premium, he couldn’t let it slip away.

“I offer fifty lower-grade Spirit Stones.”

“I bid fifty-one stones—that’s my limit. I can’t afford any more,” Liu Jinshui said calmly.

“Fifty-five stones!”

Lin Feng gritted his teeth; this amount was roughly his limit as well.

“Sold!”

Li Xiaobai could barely contain his laughter. With his Senior Brother’s bid, the price had doubled directly. Liu Jinshui might appear honest and simple on regular days, but he harbored his own schemes—Li Xiaobai liked that.

Money and goods exchanged hands instantly, and fifty-five lower-grade Spirit Stones were secured.

Turning around, he bought a Vajra Talisman in the marketplace worth ten lower-grade Spirit Stones.

Under Lin Feng’s astonished gaze, Li Xiaobai slowly placed it on the table.

“Don’t miss out as you pass by; on the day of the Sect’s grand competition, the Divine Talisman emerges. It will belong to those with destiny!”

Liu Jinshui chuckled and stepped forward again: “This talisman looks good; I’ll take it!”