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Mount Sumeru was utterly silent, as if in death.

The Guide Daoist held Zhunti, whose body was cold, whose sacred body was cracked, and whose primordial spirit was almost extinguished, and sat withered in the ruins of the dilapidated main hall, his single eye filled with emptiness and despair.

The demand screen in the sky, worth nine million top-grade immortal stones, was like a guillotine hanging above the Western Sect leader, radiating the cold and ruthless golden light of the laws of humanity, turning the entire Mount Sumeru into a pale white.

There's no escaping it, no hiding from it, and no denying it.

The letter from the Da Shang Yingguo Post Office has already told them in the most blunt way that this debt must be repaid.

If the nine million immortal stones are not received in three days, the Golden Dragon of Fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty will personally descend. At that time, it will probably not be as simple as tearing down a few floor tiles. The entire ancestral vein of Mount Sumeru may be sucked out alive by that unreasonable evil dragon and eaten like spicy strips.

"well……"

A long sigh, seemingly spanning countless ages, filled with endless weariness and sorrow.

The guide slowly placed the unconscious Zhunti on the ground.

He stood up shakily, his hunched back looking incredibly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He walked to the entrance of the main hall and looked at the barren and desolate land outside. It was the foundation that he and his fellow disciple had painstakingly built up little by little.

Although it is now dilapidated, it is still their root.

But now, in order to survive and preserve the last spark of Western religion, this very thread may have to be uprooted.

Jieyin stretched out his withered palm and slowly inscribed Buddhist runes filled with humiliation and resentment in the void.

Ultimately, these runes coalesced into a golden covenant.

[Transfer Agreement for the Spiritual Vein of Xiniu Hezhou]

The agreement was simple: the Western Sect would permanently transfer three top-grade innate spiritual veins, hidden deep beneath the Xiniu Hezhou continent and never revealed to the outside world, along with the surrounding land covering a radius of one million li, to the Great Shang Dynasty in exchange for the debt of nine million top-grade immortal stones.

After writing the last word, Jieyin seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he looked even older.

He tossed the contract into the air, and the contract transformed into a golden light, flying into the demanding light screen.

The screen flickered, and the glaring number nine million slowly disappeared, replaced by a line of even colder text.

[Debt offset successful, contract effective immediately. The Legal Department of Dashang Xixing Comprehensive Service Center will send personnel to complete the handover within one day.]

The light curtain dissipated, and Mount Sumeru returned to darkness.

Jieyin looked at the empty sky, his single eye devoid of any spirit.

……

Three days later, at Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Hill.

In the ginseng orchard in the backyard, lanterns and colorful decorations were hung, and auspicious clouds filled the air.

A grand banquet is being held here.

On the main seat, Lin Xuan leaned lazily against the cloud bed, holding the shy and demure Ginseng Fairy in his arms, who was dressed in a green dress. He was personally feeding her a piece of the freshly picked Yellow Plum that only ripens after nine thousand years.

Shen Xian'er ate in small bites, feeling the abundant innate spiritual energy nourishing the fetus in her womb, her face radiating an unprecedented happiness and peace.

Below, Zhen Yuanzi, his face flushed, personally held a wine cup and kept toasting Lin Xuan, his attitude so enthusiastic that he was even more affectionate than if he were his own father.

Since Lin Ze led the exploration and construction teams of Da Shang to settle in the three spiritual veins of Xiniu Hezhou, in just two days, the foundation of the "Da Shang Westward Comprehensive Service Center", which is a hundred times more magnificent than Wuzhuang Temple, has already risen from the ground.

Lin Xuan appointed Zhen Yuanzi as the "Honorary Station Chief of the Wanshoushan Area" with a stroke of his pen. Every year, the dividends from this nominal appointment alone would be more than what he earned from selling ginseng fruit.

The Ancestor of Earthly Immortals has now completely realized that clinging to the coattails of the Great Shang Dynasty and the Pangu Palace is the brightest and most promising path!

During the banquet, the members of the inspection team also enjoyed the food.

Marshal Tianpeng was holding a jade plate bigger than his head, which was filled with more than twenty freshly picked ginseng fruits specially provided for him by Zhen Yuanzi.

He ate with his mouth full of oil, muttering indistinctly, "Delicious! So delicious! This stuff is much better than the peaches I ate in Heaven!"

Lin Dasheng, however, continued to keep his distance from the doll-shaped fruit, instead devouring a plate of sizzling Star Beast meat, occasionally snatching a piece from the white lion beside him.

Jiang Liuer sat upright in his small chair, sipping his spiritual juice, while holding a copy of the "Provisional Regulations of the Great Merchants' Journey to the West Anti-Fraud Investigation Team" in his hand, making circles and marks on it, as if he were preparing for the work at the next stop.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Lin Xuan put down his wine cup, patted the jade hand of Shen Xian'er in his arms, and glanced at Jiang Liuer.

"Commander, we've almost finished eating. It's time to discuss the next steps."

Jiang Liuer immediately put down his juice, sat up straight, and said with a serious expression, "Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, please give your instructions."

"Those two bald monks from the Western Sect are completely bankrupt now, so they definitely won't dare to act openly anymore," Lin Xuan said slowly. "But they haven't given up their evil intentions, and they will definitely use even more despicable means to instigate demons and monsters along the way to cause you trouble and create calamities."

He looked at Lin Dasheng and Tianpeng, "So, starting from the next stop, we need to change our rules."

"How do I change it?" Lin Dasheng asked curiously, gnawing on a beast's leg.

"In the past, we would reason with them, check the evidence, and then impose a fine. Now it's not that complicated."

Lin Xuan's lips curled into an extremely sly smile, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"From today onwards, every single demon who dares to block the way on the journey to the West will be treated as an 'unofficial calamity enforcer' of the Western Religion!"

"Don't ask about his background, and don't listen to his nonsense about the rules of being a mountain king."

"Arrest them if you see one! Wipe out the whole group if you find them!"

"Men with high cultivation levels, cripple them, tie them up, and send them back to the Great Shang Martial Arts Academy to be sparring partners. Women, if they're pretty..."

Lin Xuan paused, then gave Jiang Liuer a meaningful look.

"Commander, just follow the instructions in the manual. First, verify their identities and check if they've been coerced. If there are any difficulties, our Pangu Palace isn't a place that doesn't reason."

Jiang Liuer nodded heavily and wrote down this crucial point on the jade slip.

"In short," Lin Xuan concluded, "our motto is: proactively generate revenue and be responsible for our own profits and losses! Let's strive to leave the Western Sect without even underwear by the time we reach the foot of Mount Ling!"

"Good!" Tianpeng and Lin Dasheng cheered loudly.

Jianglong and Fuhu, rubbing the pillar in the distance, listened with cold sweat pouring down their faces, silently lighting a candle for their future companions in Xiniu Hezhou.

Lin Xuan looked at the spirited crowd, smiled with satisfaction, and picked up his wine glass.

"I wonder which unlucky guy will be on duty at the next tollbooth."