Stronger from Earth

Chapter 239 238: Just Beat Them Up

"Are you happy to see me?" Di Xuan suddenly asked.

Xiaowei nodded, "Mhm, very happy indeed."

"Then, what do you like about me?" Di Xuan asked with a smile. He had no worries, any trouble could be handled by his true self later.

Su Xiaowei blushed suddenly, twisting the corners of her clothing, feeling so hot she might as well be cooked, she lowered her head, "I, I don't know either."

"Then what is it you want? Why do you like me?" Di Xuan thought that if Wang Xuan saw this, he would probably get so angry he'd beat him up.

Xiaowei shook her head, "Xiaowei doesn't want anything, feels that liking someone is a very happy thing."

Di Xuan lightly lifted Xiaowei's chin, her sparkling eyes truly captivating, he pinched her rosy cheeks.

"At least three years." He couldn't help but chuckle.

Xiaowei was curious, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Di Xuan couldn't hold back his laughter, many things he did today, his true self would never do.

He chatted casually with Xiaowei, the little girl was extraordinarily precocious, very clever, understanding many things at once, but some things required years to accumulate.

"Here, let me give you something." Di Xuan reached out with a red string, "You can wear it to tie your hair, in case of danger it can protect you."

"This is the Immortal Binding Rope, I've seen it, it's very precious, I can't accept it." Xiaowei shook her head, but with Di Xuan's stern face, she dared not refuse.

"There's the saying 'seamless heavenly attire', I too have a treasure called Seamless Heavenly Attire, it's quite splendid." Di Xuan waved his hand, and a magnificently adorned robe hung in the air, without a single seam, made of strange fabric, an Earth Grade novice Celestial Treasure.

Having received the gifts, Xiaowei was extremely happy, but suddenly thought, this person before her might leave someday, and began to feel sad again.

"Being young is so nice," Di Xuan laughed heartily.

Soon, Xiaowei was called away by her senior sister, though she was reluctant to leave, fearing that it would once again be a farewell.

Ming Lian glanced at Di Xuan and snorted, "Beast."

Di Xuan was at a loss for words, Wang Xuan hadn't done anything, how did he become a beast? And now he had to take the blame here.

"Not as good as a beast, indeed." Di Xuan thought if Wang Xuan had done something, he could be called a beast, now he was just not even as good as a beast.

"Moral decay!"

"Intolerable!"

"Shameless!"

"Inhuman!"

Xiaowei's senior brothers and sisters "happened" to pass by one after another, each gave a word condemning Wang Xuan, dissatisfied with this man disturbing the girl's mind.

"Yes, yes, you're all right," Di Xuan said. When people insulted his true self, he didn't feel annoyed, he found it quite amusing instead.

No wonder the true self always had a headache over this; it would be strange not to, nothing he did was right, the blame would always land on him.

When no one was around, Di Xuan tutted repeatedly, making fun of his true self, Xiaowei was not yet fourteen; if anything really happened between them, it would drown him in a sea of saliva.

"Unbearable," Di Xuan stopped thinking about it, he would leave the headache to his true self, it wasn't his concern.

Mingxin came over, bent in salute, and chanted "Amitabha", said, "Friend Wang, I'm a bit upset, may I punch you?"

Faced with such a polite request, Di Xuan was very generous, "No worries, go ahead."

Mingxin nodded, pulled back his hand, and took a swing at Di Xuan's chest. With a thud, it sounded like a bell.

Di Xuan didn't take a single step back, his face unchanged as if bitten by a mosquito, while Monk Mingxin retreated several steps.

That punch was like hitting a mountain; the mountain wouldn't budge, solid and indestructible! Vast and heavy!

"You are beyond me," Mingxin pressed his palms together and left.

"Wang Xuan, I also find you displeasing." Mingjing came over, looking at Di Xuan with annoyance.

"No worries, feeling upset, you can just beat me up," Di Xuan chuckled.

He remembered Mingjing; when they encountered the Truth Sect, it was Mingjing who came with the fury of a god, bringing peace back to Yuzhang.

Despite being a monk, he was like a Furious Vajra, his hands stained with much blood, a defender of the faith. One could tell how fierce he was by the necklace of Skull Buddhist Beads around his neck.

"If that's the case, let me beat you up, then I'll feel better, you beast worse than a beast!"

As he spoke, Mingjing wielded his Vajra Pestle to strike, but this time, Di Xuan didn't take it directly, instead swatting it away with one palm.

Di Xuan laughed heartily, "I said beat up, didn't say who would do the beating. Since you're upset, so am I. Let's see who's stronger.

If you're stronger, beat me up, you'll feel better. If I'm stronger, I'll punch you a few times, whether you feel good or not, even if you don't, hold it in!"

The Indestructible Body was immensely powerful, capable of moving mountains with a single hand. A punch exploded with colorful light in the energy particles of the void, shining like rainbow candy.

This punch met Mingjing's Vajra Pestle; with a boom, Di Xuan's arm remained unharmed, but the Vajra Pestle, under the immense power, fractured.

One punch! Two punches! Three punches!

After three punches, Di Xuan withdrew all his momentum, calmly sitting under the Bodhi Tree, continuing to contemplate the Transformation Technique.

At this moment, all his anger faded, feeling great!

The webbing between Mingjing's thumb and forefinger split open, pale golden blood flowed out, with a fist mark on his chest, a fist mark on his right eye, and his tendons and bones sorely injured.

The bruised right eye clearly looked as if beaten; in such an embarrassing state, if seen by others, where would his face be?

Having taken three punches from Di Xuan, he felt very displeased, but no matter how displeased, he had to hold it in, which only made him more displeased. This growing displeasure he had to continue to swallow.

"Pervert!" Mingxin muttered from a short distance, yet his words were pointed.

Although condemnations toward Wang Xuan were warranted, the monk couldn't help but admire the formidable strength he demonstrated; it was indeed strong, unnervingly strong.

Another day passed, and Puji finally appeared. He arranged a dinner to host He Fang and his disciples. Despite it being all vegetarian, the ingredients were all spiritual objects, like Cyan Lotus slices, Bodhi Petal Plates, Moonlight Lotus Seed Soup, and more.

Mingjing's eyes had de-swollen, yet still bore traces; aside from Xiaowei, everyone was aware, but chose to keep it unspoken.

Bringing such a gathering wasn't easy; among these people, aside from Xiaowei and a few juniors, most didn't need to eat, and many were rarely at the Mountain Gate.

"The meal is quite good," Di Xuan nodded in approval.

With crescent eyes like moons, Xiaowei laughed, "If you like it, eat more."

Mingjing almost gave himself an internal injury with rage, while Puji and He Fang spoke little, with their seniority weighing in; once they spoke, there was no dining.

The meal carried different sentiments for everyone, varying emotions lingering. Di Xuan paid no heed to what others thought, simply eating.

This body was naturally strong, able to quickly digest any spiritual objects consumed, converting them into nutrients. Within just a few days, he absorbed countless Heaven and Earth Essence Qis, Spirit Crystals, Spirit Stones by heaps, the enormous energy infused into his body, disappearing like a stone dropped in the sea.

The essence of the Nine-Orifice Exquisite Stone was remarkably high, yet over eons, it was eroded by dark energy, now in the form of his body, able to absorb the essence and grow.

Once fully recovered, this flesh body would likely become a formidable weapon, nearly indestructible. Even without full recovery, in its current state, it's incredibly strong, daring to punch a Venerable like Mingjing, defeating one at the peak of the Celestial Immortal First Realm.

At the end of the meal, He Fang suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up, having sensed the arrival of a Ten Land Bodhisattva at Wuyou Temple.

Ten Land Bodhisattvas corresponded to the Void Realm, in a temple like Precious Light Temple such a Bodhisattva was rare, noble and powerful.

Accompanying this Bodhisattva was an Arhat, precisely the Demon Subduing Arhat. Among the crowd, he glanced, immediately focusing on Di Xuan.

As the previous strongest Earth Immortal, after Di Xuan replaced him, he was closest to that position, having a near instinctual sense towards Di Xuan.

Di Xuan glanced at the Demon Subduing Arhat, curious about this monk resembling a pretty boy, so overly fair-skinned.

But only briefly curious, after a couple of looks, he turned his attention back to the table of vegetarian cuisine.

Unfamiliar faces, likely irrelevant to him, the meal was the priority.

Xiaowei occasionally added dishes to his bowl, seemingly happier watching him eat than eating herself.