Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Lin Ze handed over the communication jade slip.

Lin Xuan took it.

A trace of divine thought was infused into it.

The information on the jade slip unfolded.

It is a record of Shen Gongbao's image.

In the picture—

Shen Gongbao hid behind a big tree.

Wearing a Taoist robe from the Chan sect.

Her hair was combed meticulously.

The expression on his face was half genuine and half fake.

The fake part was that he pretended to be worried.

The truth is—he was indeed a bit anxious.

"My lord, something is not right."

Shen Gongbao kept his voice very low.

"The three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect—Jinzha, Muzha, and Weihu—descended the mountain three days ago on the secret orders of the Primordial Celestial Venerable."

Screen switch.

A long-distance overhead shot.

Three young men dressed in blue Taoist robes were busy working on the mountainside.

He was carrying spirit stones in his hands.

There were array runes drawn on the ground.

"They are in Qishan."

"Qishan is the foundation of Xiqi's dragon vein. The economic blockade imposed by the Shang Dynasty previously severed 70% of Xiqi's spiritual veins. Xiqi is now starving. Su Daji's reform of the spirit stone currency has caused their inflation to skyrocket. The population is flocking to the Shang Dynasty."

"But what if the Chan Sect reconnects with the dragon vein in Qishan—"

"Xiqi can prolong life."

Shen Gongbao's face became even more serious.

"The key is—Yuanshi Tianzun gave them a formation plate called the 'Grafting and Flower Transferring Formation.' This thing is of a high grade. It's at least an acquired spiritual treasure. Its function is to graft spiritual veins from elsewhere to the target location."

"As long as the formation is successfully activated, Xiqi's dragon vein will be restored. Once the spiritual vein is open, there will be spiritual mines, and the economy will recover."

"The economic blockade that the Great Merchants have painstakingly implemented has been completely in vain."

The image on the photo stone was cut off.

Immediately following was Jiang Ziya's voice.

It's not a photo stone.

It is a real-time transmission of sound from the communication jade slip.

"Boss."

Jiang Ziya's voice sounded very steady.

This Grand Chancellor has become increasingly composed and patient over the past few years.

"I've verified Shen Gongbao's information. There is indeed some activity. They've been stockpiling spirit stones in Xiqi recently. The quantity isn't large, but they're all top-grade."

"They couldn't have obtained such high-grade spirit stones. They must have been given them by outsiders, either the Chan Sect or the Western Sect."

"Furthermore—my informants discovered that Jinzha and Muzha dug three pits on the eastern slope of Qishan Mountain. The location of each pit corresponds to a node of the dragon vein."

"They are setting up a formation."

"If this formation isn't destroyed within three days, the Qishan Dragon Vein will be reconnected."

Lin Xuan put away the communication jade slip.

He leaned against a pillar in the corridor.

I thought for two seconds.

"Yuanshi Tianzun is still not giving up."

That old man.

I've been slapped in the face so many times.

Countless disciples were crippled.

Countless magical artifacts were stolen.

Still struggling.

They are still trying to prolong the life of Xiqi.

Ultimately, the Primordial Celestial Venerable couldn't let go of the fortune of those 30,000 humans.

The bigger the business, the stronger it becomes.

The less he gets.

The weaker Xiqi became.

He couldn't save face.

He's gambling.

There's still a chance for Xiqi to turn things around.

"Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Wei Hu."

Lin Xuan went through it in his mind.

Jin Zha – Mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Mu Zha – Early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Wei Hu – Mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Three generations of disciples.

Within the Chan Sect, their combat strength is considered above average.

At Pangu Temple—

Even Lin Tian's men couldn't last a single round.

"I originally wanted to go in person."

Lin Xuan muttered something to himself.

Then he glanced at the backyard.

In the backyard—a group of energetic, mischievous children are playing around.

Lin Wu was practicing his God-Slaying Spear against thin air.

Lin Jian sat on the stone steps, sharpening his three-pointed, double-edged sword.

Lin Yan was roasting sweet potatoes in the corner of the yard—using the Burning Purple Flame.

Lin Lan floated on a tree, admiring the scenery.

Four people.

They're all incredibly free.

"Social practice".

Lin Xuan muttered something to himself.

He went to the backyard.

"Physical Demolition Team – Lin Wu and Lin Jian"

Both heads lifted up simultaneously.

"The French-style forced demolition team—Lin Yan and Lin Lan."

Two more heads rose up.

Lin Yan was still holding half a roasted sweet potato in his hand.

"Dad, is there work to do?"

"Yes. Xiqi. Qishan. The third generation of disciples of the Chan Sect are there performing dragon vein grafting."

The eyes of all four children lit up at the same time.

"Your mission—go to Qishan. Dismantle the formation. Just cripple the people. Don't kill them."

"Lei Zhenzi!"

A streak of light, accompanied by thunder and lightning, fell from the sky.

Lei Zhenzi.

Lin Wu's exclusive reserve mount and flight pilot.

He has grown up quite a bit now.

Its wingspan is three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The wind and thunder roared.

But his personality remains as honest and simple as ever.

"Thirteen Ancestral Witches! What are your orders?"

"Carry the four of them to Qishan. Once you get there, wait for them in the sky. If they can't defeat you, go up and help them."

"Can't beat them?"

Lei Zhenzi scratched his head.

"The four of them can't defeat three Taiyi Golden Immortals?"

Just to be on the safe side.

Lei Zhenzi nodded.

Lin Wu flicked the God-Slaying Spear.

The game mode has switched from "Chopsticks Mode" to "Battle Mode".

A spear two zhang long.

Patterns of the laws of destruction floated on the purplish-black spearhead.

"Walk."

He stepped onto Lei Zhenzi's back.

Lin Jian sheathed his sword.

Lin Yan stuffed the remaining half of the sweet potato into his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

I swallowed it.

With a flick of the finger.

The purple flames of burning karma flickered twice on my fingertips.

Lin Lan floated down from the tree.

The four men rode on Lei Zhenzi.

Wind and thunder spread their wings.

"Whoosh—"

Five figures disappeared into the western horizon.

Lin Xuan stood in the backyard.

Watching the direction they disappeared in.

Dijiang walked out of the main hall.

"Aren't you afraid something will happen to them?"

"Three Taiyi Golden Immortals. Add Wei Hu to that, and the other side can win?"

Dijiang thought for a moment.

"We can't win."

"That settles it then."

Lin Xuan took out the remote activation talisman of the Heaven-Turning Seal from his pocket.

"In case something really happens—this thing is still here."

Dijiang glanced at him.

"You'll spoil these kids sooner or later."

"So what if he's spoiled? He's still my son."

Dijiang stopped wasting words with him.

He turned around and went back to the main hall.

I'm going to have tea.