Chapter 1110: Chapter 61: What I Grant You Cannot Refuse

Facing the sword energy that pierced the heavens, the old monk’s expression finally changed.

This sword, he dared not take head-on.

In this world, there are probably only a few who would dare to confront it directly.

As the saying goes, the commoner’s sword cuts the neck and slashes the liver and lungs.

The sword of a noble governs the upper realm to follow the three lights, becomes a square ground to follow the four seasons, and harmonizes with public opinion to bring peace to all regions.

The sword of the emperor, lifted up, is supreme; pressed down, reaches the depths; moved sideways, has no bounds. It parts the floating clouds above and cuts off the records of the earth below.

This is the three ways Zhuangzi discussed swords.

Li Chang’an attempted to assassinate the emperor of the former dynasty three times in his early years, then washed his hands in a golden basin and disappeared into the streets of Tianmen City. One man with one sword guarded Tianmen for fifty years.

There were never any legends about him in the Jianghu World.

Yet in the eyes of top elites from all directions and nations, the northern port of that ancient Eastern Empire was like a man-eating black hole.

This path was blocked.

Even someone with the mysterious strength of an old monk like him was unwilling to clash with this sword energy.

He genuinely came to accept disciples and did not want to provoke such troublesome misfortunes.

The sword energy pierced through the heavens and earth, ripping a giant rift even in the dimension of the moat, revealing scenes of the Real World.

The old monk’s emaciated body didn’t struggle in the slightest, instantly annihilating in the sword light.

Wang Yunxiao’s right hand was dripping blood. At the moment of crushing the walnut, his five fingers were nearly severed at the root, with flesh peeled away, leaving only remnants of bone.

If it weren’t for the irrationally strong physical recovery ability of the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate, his hand might have been entirely ruined.

Yet his brows were still furrowed.

Though it seemed like a strong foe was slain, the truth is this sword energy was completely wasted.

For those whose strength has reached a certain level, all kinds of divine secret skills emerge endlessly.

He himself possessed a near-immortal Vajra Body, and the opponent clearly used a technique equivalent to an Outer Body Incarnation.

If Li Chang’an himself were here, the old monk would gain nothing from it.

And Wang Yunxiao’s forced activation of the sword energy merely annihilated one of the opponent’s incarnations, losing the ability to target the enemy thereafter.

Behind him, Li Mumu’s presence suddenly vanished, further aggravating Wang Yunxiao’s anxiety.

Even with such a strength gap, there shouldn’t be no ability to resist, right?

What exactly is this old guy’s background?

Before he could turn to check on Li Mumu, his vision suddenly darkened, and the ground disappeared from beneath his feet, causing him to fall into infinite void.

Inside the moat, a finely crafted golden cabinet phantom fell from above Wang Yunxiao’s head, closing its door, and his figure vanished on the spot.

Standing before Xu Huange, the old monk smiled faintly and said, “Don’t you want to learn the Dharma Gate of the Palm-Size Buddha Nation?”

In the blink of an eye, Xu Huange’s great-great-great-granddaughter and grandson-in-law disappeared, leaving behind just the little girl staring eye-to-eye with the old monk amid the boundless ruins.

Xu Huange thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, “This isn’t the Palm-Size Buddha Nation, and you’re not the Buddha Master.”

“I’m not falling for your trick!”

The smile on the old monk’s face stiffened for a moment, then he lowered his voice and said, “Are you waiting for your grandmother to save you? She won’t be able to come. I came today fully prepared.”

As if to validate his words, just as he finished speaking, thunderous booms sounded from afar.

Experts from the Special Service Bureau had entered the moat, but under some unspeakable forces’ interference, they were all held back at a distance, unable to reach the scene for a while.

Xu Huange pouted, feeling a bit wronged.

“Just because my grandpa isn’t here, you want to bully me?”

The old monk wanted to argue but, after a moment’s silence, nodded and said, “Exactly.”

“Your grandpa is your grandpa; you are you. Even a lion cub is hunted by hyenas when it leaves its mother’s protection.”

“If Anhelica had kept you close, I indeed wouldn’t dare show myself. But she let you go out alone, which gave us the opportunity to act.”

“If I couldn’t even enter this city, how would I have the qualifications to teach you?”

Xu Huange burst into tears.

The old monk crouched down, placed two glass bottles beside him, and twisted his fingers, making dozens of golden gem rings appear on his fingers.

“Liking gold is a fine quality.”

“You can choose freely.”

“Waaah——” Xu Huange cried loudly.

“Tears are merely a weak person’s cover for shame, without any value.”

The old monk leisurely removed a red gold ring embedded with a ruby and handed it to the little girl. “Take it, it’s my gift to you, you mustn’t refuse.”

“I don’t want it!” Xu Huange shouted as she cried.

A fleeting harshness flashed across the old monk’s brow, but just then, a faint, almost imperceptible sound caught his attention, directing his gaze to the glass bottles beside him.

It was the sound of glass cracking.

With a crisp bang, the glass bottle exploded on the spot, unleashing a myriad of blood shadows.

The old monk stood up silently, stepped back, and looked around, seeing dozens of identical-looking girls descending around him.

Red clothes, white hair, feather garments, and rainbow shawls.

“So that’s how it is…” The old monk’s mind shifted, sighed softly, and said, “Is there really a need for this?”

Dozens of blood-red eyes simultaneously opened, casting cold stares toward him.

The moment she was placed inside the glass bottle, Li Mumu had exhausted all her means, but was still powerless.

This glass bottle seemed like a realm of its own, sealing her within, every move wasted into thin air.

But as an experienced gamer, Li Mumu excelled at finding loopholes in game mechanics. After exhausting all her means, she noticed something unusual.

Why were Wendy and I placed in two separate bottles?

Could it be this lousy bottle can only hold one person at a time?

So she reached out, grabbing two heads from the void.

Even if someone else discovered such a loophole, they might not be able to exploit it, but Li Mumu happened to be a woman with a particularly agile brain.

Agile in every sense.

The two heads opened their eyes simultaneously, and the crowdedness inside the bottle doubled, squeezing Li Mumu breathless.

Yet she was thrilled rather than afraid.

The answer was correct, but the price she paid wasn’t enough.

That old bastard had evidently anticipated the possibility of the prisoner in the bottle summoning pets or contracted demons beforehand.

Holding two heads still wasn’t enough to burst the bottle.

Overhead, the sound of Xu Huange wailing loudly reached her ears, and Li Mumu’s gaze turned icy.

How dare that shameless old thing bully a child?

Well, after owing Guiding Lady so much karma, it seems I’ll repay it today.

Li Mumu grabbed the surgical knife and viciously stabbed it into her own carotid artery.