Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 927 - 925: The Heavenly Venerate Submits

"Little benefactor, you've really given this poor monk quite the search!"

The emotionless voice came from outside the cave, causing Little Lin and the others to change expressions.

Huang Baitao's face was pale, large beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he chuckled bitterly: "You three should dig a tunnel from here and escape. Leave this old monk to me!"

"No, I can't leave you here alone..." Huang Yuwei said, her eyes turning red with stubbornness.

Huang Baitao fondly ruffled her head, then suddenly karate-chopped the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious. He then turned to Little Lin and Huang Tianfang: "Please take good care of Yuwei!"

"Uncle, you..."

Huang Tianfang caught Huang Yuwei, his face filled with deep worry.

Huang Baitao waved his hand and said with a carefree smile: "I was supposed to die with the Huang Family in the Beast Emperor City. It's already a grace from the heavens that I could live a few more months." He paused, then looked at Little Lin, "Little Lin, if you manage to escape and see Xiao Yi, please tell him to take good care of Yuwei for me!"

Little Lin felt a sourness at the tip of his nose due to the sadness of parting in life and death.

Just as he was about to speak...

The old monk's voice came from outside the cave again: "Little benefactor, if you don't come out now, don't blame this poor monk for being merciless!"

"Go, you all must go quickly..."

Huang Baitao gritted his teeth.

Little Lin sighed lightly, knowing they could not delay any longer. In a flash, his body radiated a golden light. The golden light enveloped Huang Yuwei and Huang Tianfang like a cocoon, and they rushed deeper into the cave.

Boom boom boom!

Little Lin was digging the tunnel at an extraordinary speed.

Huang Baitao took a deep breath, and two long knives appeared between his hands, his eyes flashing with determination.

He gripped the knives tightly, cautiously watching the direction of the cave entrance.

If that old monk dared to come in.

He would strike immediately.

However...

After all, Huang Baitao was only at the Nirvana Realm Peak and couldn't comprehend the might of a Heaven Venerate.

The old monk's Primordial Spirit Divine Sense had already enveloped the whole island.

Perceiving that Little Lin was digging a tunnel to escape with Huang Yuwei, a thick sneer appeared on the monk's face: "How naive. If you could escape like that, I would have lived these thousands of years for nothing."

He crossed his hands in front of his body.

Between his palms, the Buddhist light ebbed and flowed.

"Buddhist Nation in Palm!"

The old monk struck out with a palm, and a giant golden hand covered the sky above. That giant hand was so vast that it enveloped the entire island.

If one looked closely...

One could vaguely see a huge nation within that palm.

Boom!

Under the suppression of the enormous golden palm, the volcano rumbled, shaking the whole island. The ground thundered, and lightning rolled across the sky. Gigantic cracks appeared on the island, spreading across the mountain, and with a booming sound, countless streams of red magma erupted forth.

Little Lin, who had just broken open a hole in the tunnel, was blasted high into the air by the surging magma.

"Damn it..."

Little Lin's face changed color. Although the magma couldn't harm him, it exposed all three of them in mid-air. The cave where Huang Baitao was also instantly filled with scalding magma. With no choice, Huang Baitao had to emerge from the tunnel, rushing towards Little Lin and the others in mid-air.

The four of them converged, standing side by side, watching the old monk with cautious eyes.

The old monk wore a gray kasaya, with a shiny bald head and a white beard on his cheeks. He pressed his hands together in front of his chest, his face beaming with a bright smile: "Amitabha... little benefactor, are you unharmed?"

"Baldy, what exactly do you want?" Little Lin gritted his teeth.

The old monk smiled, not angered by Little Lin's address, but rather looked at Little Lin with shining eyes, increasingly pleased and excited, and said cheerfully: "I've said before, if the little benefactor submits to me and becomes my spirit beast, I naturally won't trouble your friends."

"Be your mount? You wish, you big monk!"

Little Lin snorted coldly, full of disdain, "Old monk, I'd advise you to run away as far as you can. If my boss comes here, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

"Oh? Your boss?"

The old monk was startled and then laughed stroking his beard, "Let alone your boss, even if your family's ancestors came, they couldn't prevent you from becoming my mount!"

"That remains to be seen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yi's figure emerged in the void.

Little Lin and the others showed ecstatic expressions.

Little Lin raised his head towards the direction where Xiao Yi came flying from and laughed heartily, "Old monk, now you really have a hard time getting away! My boss is already here!"

"Xiao Yi brother..."

Huang Tianfang's eyes sparkled as he watched Xiao Yi, who was riding his sword. With his hands cupped in the shape of a flower beneath his chin, his eyes seemed to dance with hearts.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was backlit by the sun.

The golden sunlight scattered, reflecting off the sea and emitting a rainbow of colors.

It's like he's riding on colorful auspicious clouds!

Huang Tianfang's heart blossomed, and he screamed, "I once had a dream that my destined one would be a peerless hero; he would come wearing golden armor, riding on colorful clouds. Xiao Yi brother is truly my fated one, Xiao Yi brother, I love you..."

Little Lin: "..."

Old monk: "..."

Huang Baitao: "..."

Even Xiao Yi nearly stumbled and fell off his Red Sky Sword.

He looked at Huang Tianfang and the others with a confused face: "Why are they here?"

Before he could think any further.

The old monk was already frowning. In his perception, Xiao Yi's aura was extremely restrained. Although he was able to ride his sword with impunity over the chaotic sea, which indicates undeniable strength, the old monk failed to see any threat Xiao Yi posed to him. He frowned at Xiao Yi, "Where does the benefactor hail from? Are you aware of who I am?"

Xiao Yi did not even glance at the old monk.

A mere Fifth Layer Heaven Honor, in his eyes, was nothing more than an opponent that could be settled in a single move.

Xiao Yi looked towards Little Lin and noticed he had only sustained minor injuries, which greatly relieved him. However, seeing the weakened Huang Baitao, a cold light flashed across his eyes: "Huang, are those injuries on you the work of this bald donkey?"

Huang Baitao also came back to his senses. He was deeply shocked by Xiao Yi's entrance and quickly shook his head: "Not from him. These injuries were from a powerful demon beast's attack when I was escaping from Beast Emperor City." He paused and said with a bitter smile, "Xiao Yi, you shouldn't have come. This old monk is very powerful..."

Little Lin ferociously said, "Boss, this bald donkey wanted to forcefully take me as his mount..."

"Oh?"

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow and gave the old monk a sidelong glance, "You want my brother to be your mount? Do you think you're worthy?"

The old monk's face darkened.

After all, he was a respected Heaven Venerate Realm master. Even after many years of Buddhist practice and learning to let go of many things, he was very displeased by such contemptuous mockery and provocation. He sneered, "I am the abbot of White Tiger Temple, a powerful Fifth Layer Heaven Honor practitioner. Do you think I'm not worthy?"

"A mere Fifth Layer Heaven Honor, can't even block one of my moves, what right do you have to ask my brother to be your mount?" Xiao Yi sneered.

"Not even block one move?"

The old monk was also infuriated to the point of puffing out his beard and glaring, grinding his teeth and saying, "Isn't the benefactor being too arrogant? Not to mention one move, even if you had a hundred moves, I would be unafraid."

Little Lin shouted, "If my boss really can defeat you in one move, what then?"

The old monk patted his shiny bald head, anger flaring up, "If he truly can defeat me in a single move, I am willing to be your mount!"

"Are you serious?"

Little Lin's eyes shone; having a Heaven Venerate monk as a mount would indeed be a matter of great face!

The old monk huffed, "A monk does not utter lies!"

"Deal!"

Little Lin chuckled and looked back at Xiao Yi, "Boss, I want this old monk as a mount!"

"You, you... This kind of sanctimonious bald donkey should be killed outright; why keep him as a mount and trouble yourself?"

Xiao Yi helplessly rolled his eyes. He had intended to kill the old monk with a single palm, but since Little Lin wanted him as a mount, Xiao Yi naturally wouldn't refuse. He then looked towards the old monk, "Old monk, take my one finger!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's body shook, the sound of a great bronze bell seemed to echo around him, and golden Buddhist patterns started to move, forming a golden bell around him. This was the Buddhist ultimate skill, the Golden Bell Shield, his face filled with confidence, "I have practiced this Golden Bell Shield for thousands of years, achieving profound mastery. I want to see how you can beat me!"

"Golden Bell Shield? Easily broken!"

Xiao Yi sneered, pointing a finger out.

Endless starlight converged on his fingertip, forming a huge finger dense with starlight.

With one point.

The world was shocked, the sun and moon were hidden, the rivers were still, and the winds and clouds silent!

His finger landed on the golden bell, only to hear a crisp snap, and the immensely strong Golden Bell Shield exploded under the astonished gaze of the old monk. The huge finger, unstoppable, rolled straight towards the old monk's bald head.

"Holy shit!"

The old monk trembled, beads of cold sweat rolled down, and he immediately thudded to his knees, shouting loudly, "I submit, I submit, I am willing to serve..."

PS: Second update, more to come!