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After Lin Xuan came out of the side hall, he did not leave immediately.

He went to the backyard first.

Several names were called.

"Lin Shuang. Lin Yan. Lin Lan."

Ice and Fire Duo plus Wind Spirit Girl.

The three core members of the French-controlled group.

Lin Shuang's icy blue eyes showed no extra expression.

Lin Yan rubbed his hands together, and a purple flame flickered twice on his fingertips.

Lin Lan floated down from the tree—she usually liked to float on the branches because her body had a semi-weightless effect, and sitting on the tree was more comfortable than standing on the ground.

"Dad, is there work to do?"

Lin Yan was the first to ask.

"Yes. Sanchuankou. Hu Ximei and Wang Guiren are surrounded."

Lin Yan scoffed.

"Is it Western religion again?"

"pretty close."

"That's terrible. Let's go. I'm best at using fire. Just burn it all."

Lin Shuang gave him a cold look from the side.

"Calm down. Dad hasn't finished speaking yet."

Lin Lan listened quietly from the side.

Her personality is like her true form, "wind"—a combination of movement and stillness, and when it's time to be quiet, she's quieter than anyone else.

"There's a spiritual energy shield at Sanchuankou, so communication is unusable. Don't rush into battle once you arrive. Use Lin Shuang's Absolute Zero to freeze the enemy's array nodes. Use Lin Yan's Purple Flame to burn the causal threads and pinpoint the mastermind. Use Lin Lan's Gale to tear through the shield and restore communication."

The three children nodded in unison.

"and then?"

"Then I'll do it."

Lin Xuan clenched his fist.

The laws of space condensed in his palm.

The first crack appeared in the void.

"Walk."

He took a step forward.

They disappeared from the spot with their three children.

The laws of space tore apart the distance between Pangu Palace and Sanchuankou.

A single step can traverse thousands of miles.

The outer perimeter of the Sanchuankou Grand Canyon.

Lin Xuan led the three children out of the void rift.

My feet had just touched the ground.

Lin Shuang's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"There's a formation at the mouth of the canyon. It's not high-grade, just a sealing formation of the acquired spiritual treasure level. But it covers a large area."

"Where's the shielding layer?"

"A naturally occurring area of ​​disordered spiritual energy. Not man-made. But someone has added amplification runes to this disordered area, amplifying the shielding effect three times over."

Lin Xuan glanced into the depths of the canyon.

The Eye-Catching Bead has been activated.

Within ten thousand miles.

All hidden targets are now clearly visible.

Deep in the canyon.

Thirteen points of light.

Scattered on the high ground on both sides of the canyon.

"Thirteen people."

Lin Xuan reported the numbers.

"Their cultivation levels vary. The highest is the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. The rest range from the mid-stage to the early stage of the Taiyi realm."

"Are they all bald?"

Lin Yan asked.

"All of them."

"Then there's nothing more to say. It's Western religion."

The Burning Purple Flame had already ignited on Lin Yan's palm.

Lin Xuan raised his hand and pressed it down on him.

"What's the rush? Let your twentieth sister clear the way first."

He looked at Lin Lan.

"Lan'er, the wind is rising."

Lin Lan obediently raised her little hand.

A pale blue vortex emanated from her palm.

Nine Heavens Gale.

This wind is different from ordinary wind.

It's not just boasting.

It is cutting.

They sliced ​​through the aura shield and amplification runes at the mouth of the canyon like cutting butter.

The rune shattered.

The shielding layer has a crack.

The spiritual energy from the outside world poured in.

The signal on the communication jade slip has been restored.

"It's connected!"

Lin Shuang's communication jade slip emitted a soft sound.

A very faint distress signal came from deep within the canyon.

It was Hu Ximei's voice.

Intermittent.

"Da... Lady Daji... We're surrounded... The guards... have all fallen... My noble sister is injured... Quick... Someone come quickly..."

The signal is lost.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

"father--"

Lin Yan saw his expression.

That look in his eyes.

He is very familiar with it.

The last time I saw it was when the remains of the Qiongqi were being processed in Luoshui.

That was a sign that Dad was about to take action.

"The three of you stay here."

"Father, you—"

"I'll go in and check first. If there are too many people inside—I'll call you. If there aren't many—"

Lin Xuan clenched his fist.

"Then there's no need to call."

He took a step forward.

The laws of space were pushed to their limit.

He disappeared into the crack in the void.

Three children stood at the mouth of the canyon.

Lin Yan muttered something.

"Dad definitely doesn't want to call us."

Lin Shuang coldly replied.

"It's not just that he doesn't want to call out. He doesn't want to leave any for us."

Lin Lan didn't say anything.

She simply controlled the strong winds quietly, keeping the crack in the shielding layer intact.

To ensure that she can get in immediately if support is needed.

Deep in the canyon.

Lin Xuan's figure silently emerged from the void rift.

He did not land.

Suspended in mid-air.

Look down.

Bottom of the canyon.

A stone cart overturned.

The spirit ore inside the carriage was scattered all over the floor.

The convoy's guards lay down in a circle.

Some were unconscious, some were still breathing, and all of them had injuries.

At the back of the carriage.

Hu Ximei leaned against the carriage wall.

Her left arm was hanging limply—it was dislocated.

He gripped an abacus tightly in his right hand.

The beads on the abacus were still glowing faintly—it was a battle abacus specially made by Su Daji, capable of unleashing magic to ward off evil at crucial moments.

Before her stood Consort Wang.

The pipa spirit, in human form, lay on her side on the ground.

There was a deep wound on his back that exposed the bone.

The blood stained the stones beneath her red.

But she did not completely lose consciousness.

She was still clutching a box tightly in her arms.

That box contained all the documents and samples from this expedition.

Exploration report of the new mineral deposit in Dashang.

Ling ore reserve data.

Its value is immeasurable.

The two of them were desperately trying to protect the box.

Five bald men in gray monk robes surrounded them.

The leader was tall and carried a monk's staff.

The aura of a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal emanated from him.

"Two benefactors, why are you so persistent? This humble monk has no intention of killing. If you hand over the box, I will spare your lives."

Hu Ximei grinned at him.

The true nature of the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit was fully revealed at this moment.

"Give your grandpa a way out. You have nothing to offer. But you can have my life."

"You are stubborn and unyielding."

The leading Arhat raised his staff.

The dark golden light from the tip of the staff condensed into a ball of light the size of a fist.

He's about to make his move.

Hu Ximei placed the abacus horizontally in front of her.

She knew she couldn't stop it.

She was only at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The opponent is at the peak.

But she won't run away.

Because Consort Wang was behind her.

The box was in Consort Wang's arms.

She can't run.

They ran away—the task that Lady Daji had given them was over.

When the three of them came out of Xuanyuan Tomb, Daji led the way.

Daji said, "From now on, if you follow me, you'll have food to eat, an official position, and dignity."

She went with him.

Consort Wang followed suit.

This is how we've come this far.

She went from being a fairy to an official.

He went from being universally hated to becoming a high-ranking official.

Everything—was given to me by Lin Xuan and Daji.

Now someone is trying to steal what they're desperately protecting.

Then I'll protect them to the death.

"bring it on."

Hu Ximei raised the abacus high.

The monk's staff came crashing down.

The dark golden orb hurtled toward her head.

Hu Ximei closed her eyes.

Then--

A hand reached out from the void.

Five fingers.

He grasped the dark golden orb of light.

It was crushed.

The sphere of light shattered into fragments, leaking through the gaps between his fingers.

Just like crushing an egg.

The pupils of the leading Arhat contracted violently.

He looked up.

I saw a man in a black robe suspended in mid-air.

The man looked down at him.

Eyes—

There is no temperature.

Not even once.

"Didn't your master teach you a single word?"

Lin Xuan's voice was not loud.

But it meanders throughout the entire canyon.

Every word was crystal clear.

"The wife who hits someone—die."

The person who hit someone—die.

"You dare touch my purse—"

He stepped down from the air.

The oppressive aura of a late-stage Quasi-Saint pressed down relentlessly.

The five Arhats knelt down at the same time.

She didn't kneel down voluntarily.

The leg bones couldn't withstand the pressure of this level of Daoist energy and bent automatically.

"To die a more thorough death."