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Upon hearing the words "one of our own," Deng Chanyu looked up in confusion: "What do you mean by that, my benefactor? I've been in the army for many years, but I don't think I've ever met you before."

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Shang army camp in the distance, and said in a calm tone, "My name is Lin Xuan. I heard that things have been a bit unsettled in Xiqi lately, and since I had nothing else to do, I came to take a look."

"Lin Xuan?!"

Upon hearing this name, Deng Chanyu's eyes widened instantly. Although she had been on the front lines, she had heard her father, Deng Jiugong, mention the events that had occurred in Chaoge City countless times.

The mysterious national advisor who single-handedly changed the fate of the Shang Dynasty, made the Great King Di Xin obey his every word, and was even rumored to dare to confront even a sage, was named Lin Xuan!

Deng Chanyu never expected that this legendary, powerful figure, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist, would personally come to this desolate wilderness to rescue her. Moreover, he himself looked so young, so... handsome.

"So it's the Imperial Preceptor! This humble general, Deng Chanyu, pays her respects to the Imperial Preceptor!" Deng Chanyu quickly knelt on one knee, about to perform a military salute.

Lin Xuan extended his hand in a gesture of support, and a gentle force helped Deng Chanyu to her feet. "No need for formalities. You did very well tonight and did not disgrace the Great Shang. Leave the rest to me."

Looking at Lin Xuan's broad back, Deng Chanyu couldn't hide the admiration and gratitude in her eyes. She clutched her cloak tightly, a strange and inexplicable emotion growing wildly within her.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, Lin Wu impatiently shouted from the side.

"Dad! What should we do with this rotten potato? He keeps whimpering on the ground, it's so annoying. Should I just shave his head off and use it as a football?" Lin Wu held the God-Slaying Spear and gestured at Tu Xingsun's head.

Tu Xingsun trembled with fear, whimpering and begging for mercy. He was genuinely terrified now; the gun in the kid's hand was shrouded in black aura, looking incredibly sinister. If his head were really chopped off, he probably wouldn't even be able to save his soul.

Lin Xuan turned around and walked up to Tu Xingsun. He looked at Tu Xingsun, who only had his head showing, and stroked his chin.

"Killing him is too easy for him. Aren't the people of the Chan Sect the most concerned about saving face? Today I'll make them lose face completely."

Lin Xuan stretched out his right hand and grabbed Tu Xingsun's hair on the top of his head.

Before Tu Xingsun could react, he felt an irresistible force coming from above his head.

"rise!"

Lin Xuan shouted and suddenly lifted his arm upwards.

The soil underground, compressed harder than iron by the laws of space, emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound as Lin Xuan violently pulled it.

Tu Xingsun felt as if his scalp was being ripped off. His body was being dragged upwards from the mud, the surrounding soil pressing against his bones, causing him excruciating pain that made his eyes roll back in his head.

"Pop!"

A resounding sound echoed through the night sky, like pulling a tightly sealed cork from a wine bottle.

Tu Xingsun was pulled out of the ground by Lin Xuan like a radish.

He was held in mid-air by Lin Xuan, his lower body completely numb from being compressed by the mud for so long, his two short legs dangling limply. His face was covered in blood, his mouth was swollen, and he looked utterly miserable.

Lin Xuan casually tossed Tu Xingsun to the ground. Tu Xingsun lay there like a lump of mud, twitching incessantly.

"Lin Wu, I'm giving you a task," Lin Xuan said, pointing to Tu Xingsun on the ground.

"Dad, tell me! Which piece of meat should we cut?" Lin Wu asked excitedly.

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Strip him of all his clothes, including his Taoist robe and undergarments. Leave him nothing."

Upon hearing this, Tu Xingsun's eyes widened in terror. He shook his head frantically, muttering incoherently, "No...you can't...steal...my master...the Chan Sect..."

Lin Wu didn't care about his logic. He chuckled, stuck the God-Slaying Spear into the ground, walked over, and started fighting.

"You rotten potato, you dare to hide? Behave yourself!" Lin Wu went up and slapped Tu Xingsun twice, making him see stars.

Lin Wu's movements were extremely rough; in no time at all, he tore Tu Xingsun's Taoist robe to shreds. Next came his undergarments and trousers.

In less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, Tu Xingsun was stripped naked and lay sprawled on the grass. His short, stocky frame was completely exposed, and the cold wind made him shiver. He clutched his groin tightly with both hands, so ashamed and angry that he wished he could disappear into the ground. But now that his earth-walking technique was broken, he couldn't burrow at all.

"Dad, we've stripped you naked! What's next?" Lin Wu clapped his hands and asked.

Lin Xuan pointed to the gate of the Shang army camp not far away. The gate was made of thick round logs, and torches were hung on it, making it brightly lit.

"Find a rope and hang him right in the middle of the gate. Remember, head up, feet down, so he can get some fresh air," Lin Xuan instructed.

Lin Wu immediately found a thick hemp rope, tied Tu Xingsun's hands behind his back, and then dragged him to the camp gate like a dead dog.

The soldiers in the Shang army camp had already heard the commotion outside, and now that the danger had passed, they all ran out with torches in hand.

Lin Wu stepped onto the pillar of the gate, climbed up in a few quick movements, hung the rope on the crossbeam, and suspended Tu Xingsun in mid-air.

The torchlight illuminated Tu Xingsun clearly.

The soldiers below were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, where did this hairless monkey come from? It looks so ugly!"

"This thing has such short legs, it's not even as long as my arm. And it dares to raid our camp with something like this?"

"Look at his size, hahaha, it's hilarious! He's smaller than a peanut!"

The soldiers pointed at Tu Xingsun in mid-air, laughing unrestrainedly. All sorts of vulgarities stabbed into Tu Xingsun's ears like knives.

Tu Xingsun was suspended in mid-air, with nowhere to hide. Hearing the jeers of the mortals below and seeing their disdainful looks, his composure completely crumbled. He, a direct disciple of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, had been stripped naked and watched by a group of mortals.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, he was so enraged that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Lin Xuan looked at the unconscious Tu Xingsun and sneered, "Go, find a wooden board, write the twelve characters 'Disciple of the Chan Sect, burglarized and robbed, caught red-handed' on it, and hang it around his neck. Let everyone have a good look at the style of the Chan Sect."