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early morning.

When Lin Xuan woke up, Hu Ximei was still lying on top of him.

Her left arm was draped over his chest. She was muttering to herself.

"Abacus... Don't touch my abacus..."

He's talking in his sleep.

Lin Xuan gently removed her arm and turned over.

At this very moment—

His divine sense suddenly jolted.

It was not an attack from the outside.

Yes—it was the mark he made on the causal line of Zhunti at Sanchuankou.

Someone touched me.

To be precise—someone is trying to erase this mark.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes.

His divine sense traced back along the feedback from the causal markers.

The image appeared—

Mount Sumeru. A secret chamber.

Zhunti sat cross-legged on the futon. His right arm was still in its semi-crippled state. The dark golden color of his forearm was a bit off.

A wondrous tree of seven treasures floated before him.

The branches of the wondrous tree are carefully touching a very thin thread in its own web of cause and effect.

That line—that's where Lin Xuan's mark is located.

Zhunti's forehead was covered in sweat.

It took him all night to realize that something was wrong with the wire.

"That old guy was hiding so well... I almost missed him..."

Zhunti muttered to himself. The branches of the Seven Treasures Tree had already become entangled with the marking line.

Just getting ready to unleash its power—

Uproot it completely.

Lin Xuan is at the Pangu Palace.

in bed.

He didn't open his eyes.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Found it? You're pretty quick."

His musical laws were already fully prepared.

Vibrational killing – directional mode.

The core principle of this skill is to use sound as a medium to precisely project the power of laws along the causal line to the target.

As for a saint—he can't be killed. The barrier of cultivation is too thick.

but--

Feeling disgusted?

That's enough.

Lin Xuan mentally condensed a special sound wave.

It was poured into that causal marker line.

The secret chamber of Mount Sumeru.

The Seven Treasures Tree of Zhunti had just been wrapped around that thread—

A terrifying sound wave surged from the other end of the line.

The sound waves penetrated the barrier of the Seven Treasures Tree.

It penetrated all the formations in the secret chamber.

In Zhunti's mind—

Blasted.

"Don't touch me like that, you bald monk!"

Five large characters.

Each word exploded in his mind.

Each word carries the full essence of the perfect harmony of musical principles.

I don't want to kill him.

It was purely a psychological attack.

"puff--"

Zhunti coughed up blood again.

A mouthful of dark golden holy blood was sprayed onto the futon. The puddle of blood that had been sprayed on the futon before it had even dried. A new one was sprayed on top of it.

"Lin Xuan!!!"

Zhunti's roar shook the walls of the secret chamber.

His Seven Treasures Tree was so shaken by that sound wave that several of its branches bent over.

The marking line on the web of cause and effect—

It's not broken.

On the contrary, it was because of Zhunti's touch—

The markers are anchored deeper.

Zhunti himself took a solid picture of the mark.

he does not know.

All he knows is that his head hurts.

Jieyin rushed in from outside. He saw that Zhunti had blood on the corner of his mouth and two bloodstains on his prayer mat.

"Junior brother...again?"

"Don't ask anymore."

Zhunti clutched his head. His temples were still throbbing. The echo of those five words hadn't completely faded yet.

"Don't touch me like a bald monk."

This sentence will stay with him for a long time.

Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan turned over in bed.

very satisfied.

"Ding! Successfully triggered the causal marker counterattack. A new crack has appeared in the Western Church's fortune."

The system notification is complete.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes.

He sat up and tiptoed out of bed.

Hu Ximei turned over and continued sleeping. Consort Wang remained curled up in the blankets, motionless. Daji's fox tail ball also remained still.

Lin Xuan got dressed and went out.

We walked to the main hall. Dijiang was having morning tea.

"Thirteenth brother, last night—"

"Don't ask, brother."

"I didn't mean to ask that." Dijiang rolled his eyes. "I meant, did you mess with Zhunti again last night? There was a fluctuation of musical laws coming from the side hall in the middle of the night."

"I just did it casually. Not much. I just shouted something."

"What did you shout?"

"You don't want to know."

Dijiang glanced at him and decided not to press the matter further.

Lin Xuan took a sip of tea. Then he stood up.

"Brother, I have a job."

"What kind of work?"

"Find three children to collect a debt from Mount Sumeru."

Dijiang almost spat out his tea.

"Debt collection? Who should we collect from?"

"Zhunti. He sent his mount to attack our relatives (dragons). They have to pay for the damage. Compensation for emotional distress, material loss, and damage to the mount. In total—300,000 top-grade spirit stones."

Dijiang looked at him. He remained silent for a long time.

"Thirteenth Brother."

"Um?"

"You must be a debt collector who transmigrated from another world."

Lin Xuan chuckled. He walked out of the main hall.

Go to the backyard and find those three brats.

Lin Dasheng was poking at an ant hole with his golden cudgel in the yard.

Lin Ze sat on the steps, calculating the accounts of the Jie Sect.

Lin Xi, standing nearby, used the Treasure Drop Coin to perform a little trick—tossing the copper coin into the air to see if it could fly back on its own.

"Father!" Lin Dasheng was the first to see Lin Xuan.

"You three have work to do."

All three children looked up at the same time.

Lin Xuan took out a recording stone from his pocket.

The photo stone records the entire process of the Golden-Winged Roc being plucked, turned into a naked chicken, and having its wings roasted.

Lin Dasheng glanced at it and chuckled.

"This is my masterpiece!"

"Yes. Your masterpiece." Lin Xuan shoved the recording stone into his hand. "Take your sixteenth brother and fifteenth sister. Go to Mount Sumeru. Collect your debt."

He took out three more jade talismans from his pocket.

amulet.

It contained a trace of Lin Xuan's divine sense and the phantom of Pangu's true body substitute puppet.

"Zhunti and Jieyin wouldn't dare to attack you. But in case—with these three talismans, my divine sense can arrive immediately."

"Father! What am I afraid of! I've even hit Zhunti's hand!" Lin Dasheng patted his chest.

"Don't be impulsive. The purpose of this is to collect a debt, not to fight."

"Collecting debts is more fun than fighting!" Lin Ze's eyes lit up.

His favorite thing to do was ask people for money.

Lin Xi tossed the copper coin into the air. The coin spun once in his palm.

"Walk."

The three children took off.

Facing west.

The direction of Mount Sumeru.