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Halfway up Qishan Mountain.

The pit is still smoking.

The rubble, spirit stone fragments, and rune remnants were mixed together and churned to a pulp by the aftershocks of the purple flames and spear light.

Jin Zha steadied himself in mid-air and looked down—the formation he had painstakingly set up for three days was completely gone.

He almost choked on his own blood.

"Who—who are you?!"

Jin Zha's voice cracked.

Lin Wu stood on the edge of the pit, pointing the tip of the God-Slaying Spear downwards at the ground.

"Give me your name?"

Lin Wu tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"I don't do that. You go first. I'm in a hurry."

Jin Zha was furious.

He is the eldest son of Li Tianwang, a third-generation direct descendant of the Chan Sect. From childhood to adulthood, in terms of cultivation and aptitude among his peers, he was at least second, if not first.

Now, they've been ambushed by a bunch of kids, their formation is completely destroyed, and they've lost all face—

He pulled a golden pillar from his pocket.

Dragon-Hiding Stake.

The superior grade of acquired spiritual treasure.

Jin Zha threw it forward. The Dragon-Binding Stake expanded rapidly in mid-air, transforming into a giant golden pillar over ten feet long, carrying all the magical power of a mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal, and smashed straight towards Lin Wu's face.

"Go to hell!"

Lin Wu didn't move.

He didn't even look up at the Dragon-Slaying Stake.

With a casual flick of his spear, he slew the god-slaying spear.

Just for a moment.

The moment the spearhead clashed with the Dragon-Hiding Stake—

The Dragon-Hiding Stake flew away.

It wasn't blocked. It was sent flying. The entire golden pillar somersaulted seven or eight times in the air, flying hundreds of feet before plunging headfirst into the stone wall of Qishan. Most of it was embedded. It couldn't be pulled out.

And the residual power of the God-Slaying Spear after it deflected the Dragon-Hiding Stake—

Gunfire.

A purplish-black gust of wind from the gun spread out in a straight line.

Where the wind passes—

The air cracked.

The ground is broken.

Jin Zha was struck head-on by the force of the spear. He had no time to react, not even time to circulate his internal energy to protect himself. A mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal's physical body was no different from paper in the face of power at this level.

"puff--"

Jin Zha coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying backward, bouncing three times on the ground before finally crashing into an old pine tree. The tree broke. He wasn't seriously injured, but he was nearly broken as well.

He lay on the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His veins throbbed throughout his body. His hands and feet were numb.

one move.

Just one move.

They didn't even give him a chance to fight back.

"Big brother!"

When Mu Zha saw Jin Zha being defeated in an instant, his eyes suddenly reddened. He drew his Wu Hook Sword from behind his back.

The Wu Hook Sword isn't a top-tier magic weapon, but in the hands of a Taiyi Golden Immortal—it's still a handy tool.

Mu Zha channeled his inner energy to power the Wu Hook sword, which hummed loudly.

He didn't dare to confront Lin Wu.

He was targeting the one next to him who looked "easiest to bully"—

Lin Jian.

He was half a head shorter than Lin Wu. He carried a three-pointed, double-edged sword. His face was delicate. He looked rather frail.

Mu Zha thought to himself, "Let's start with this easy target."

He rushed forward.

The Wu hook sword flashed in an arc. Fast. Precise.

Mu Zha's basic skills were indeed quite good. Among the three generations of the Chan Sect, his swordsmanship ranked among the top five.

Then--

On Lin Jian's forehead, a third vertical eye opened.

Silver light shone from that vertical eye.

It was not an attack.

It is locked.

A beam of divine light struck Mu Zha with incredible precision. The instant the light touched him—

Muzha's meridians were sealed off.

It wasn't an interruption. It was a lock. Every meridian, every acupoint, was marked and frozen by this divine light. The flow of spiritual energy—stopped. Hands and feet—became unresponsive.

Mu Zha remained frozen in place, still holding his sword.

The Wu hook sword slipped from his hand.

"Clang—" It fell to the ground.

Muzha's eyes could still move. His mouth could still open and close. But his body—couldn't move at all.

It looks exactly like a wooden stake.

"Mu Zha, right?" Lin Jian walked over, bent down, picked up the Wu Hook Sword, and looked it over from left to right. "This sword is quite ugly."

He casually stuck the Wu hook sword into the mud next to him.

"Let's put it here as a marker. I'll have my sixteenth brother come and appraise it later."

Wei Hu watched all of this from behind.

He gripped the vajra pestle tightly in his hand. His knuckles were white from the force of his grip. His whole body was trembling.

It's not cold.

Yes, I'm afraid.

He originated from the Western Sect but later switched to the Chan Sect. He had witnessed many grand scenes. But he had never seen anything like it—a mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal being blasted into dust by a single spear thrust, or an early-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal being rendered a wooden puppet by a single glance.

Who exactly are these kids?!

Wei Hu gritted his teeth.

He can't run away. If he runs back, he won't be able to explain it to his master.

He held on, gripping the vajra tightly. He suddenly took a step forward—

"Aww—"

The wind is blowing.

Lin Lan stood about thirty paces to his left. The little girl was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt. Her hair was blowing wildly in the wind. She opened her mouth—

He blew a breath.

Nine Heavens Gale.

The innate divine power of the innate Wind Spirit Dao Body.

That breath—

With a blade.

When the wind came out of Lin Lan's mouth, it was just a gentle breeze. But after three steps—

A gentle breeze turned into a hurricane.

The hurricane turned into a blizzard.

A blade wind so precise it sends chills down your spine—

No one was stabbed.

They cut the clothes.

Jinzha's Taoist robe, inner lining, belt, and boots—

brush.

Broken.

Mu Zha's Taoist robe and armor—

Brush brush.

It shredded into tiny strips, which drifted in the wind, filling the sky.

Before Wei Hu could even raise his demon-subduing pestle, his cassock and armor were stripped bare by the fierce wind.

There weren't even any socks left.

Three disciples of the Chan Sect, third generation.

naked.

Standing halfway up Qishan Mountain.

The mountain winds of late autumn were howling.

Three grown men squatted on the ground, frantically trying to cover themselves. No one cared about fighting anymore.

"Cold—cold, cold, cold—"

Jin Zha hugged his knees and curled up into a ball.

"Who—who brought a spare robe—"

"I didn't bring it—"

Muzha wanted to move. He couldn't move an inch. His body was still stiff. He was naked.

Wei Hu's demon-subduing pestle fell to the ground. He used both hands to cover his groin.

Lin Wu carried the gun and looked at it.

"Alright. The person is taken care of."

He turned to look at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan stood at the very back, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Purple flames danced between his fingertips.

He glanced at the three naked men squatting on the ground.

"There's no point in fighting you. You're too weak."

Lin Yan walked to the edge of the pit. He looked down at the direction of the earth's veins beneath the remnants of the formation.

Although the surface of Qishan's dragon vein was destroyed by the formation, deep within the earth's veins—remaining are the nodes of fortune laid down by the Chan Sect. Those nodes were solidified using the magical power of the Primordial Celestial Venerable. Ordinary methods cannot destroy them.

But the Burning Purple Flame is no ordinary thing.

Lin Yan flicked a purple flame from his fingertip.

Thumb-sized.

It looks similar to the flame of a lighter.

He flicked the flame into the crack at the bottom of the pit.

Purple flames landed.

There was no explosion. There was no sound.

Like a drop of water seeping into a sponge, it silently seeped into the depths of the earth.

Then--

It was burned.

The Purple Flame of Burning Karma. It does not burn ordinary things. It burns only cause and effect. It burns only karmic force.

Deep within the dragon veins—those nodes of destiny laid out by the Chan Sect—all bear the causal imprint of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

Purple flames meet the causal line—

swoosh-

The wire broke.

The fire spread along the path of cause and effect. It burned from the first node to the second, and from the second to the third, like dominoes—

One after another—

It was all burned.

Jin Zha squatted on the ground, feeling the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly. His face—turned from white to gray.

He knew what it was.

That's a dragon vein—

It's broken.

The fortune of Xiqi. The foundation of fortune that the Chan Sect has cultivated over many years.

Being engulfed by this purple fire—

One by one, they were burned off.

Far away in Xiqi.

No one saw it. But all the cultivators whose fate was tied to Xiqi felt it—

A chill ran up from the soles of my feet.

Over Xiqi.

The golden dragon, which had been barely maintaining its aura of fortune, let out a mournful cry. Its scales began to fall off. Its horns began to crack. Its body grew paler and paler, more and more transparent.

finally--

It has dissipated.

Thoroughly.

Without reservation.

The fortunes of Xiqi have returned to zero.

Lin Yan stopped. He patted the dust off his palms.

"Alright. It's finished burning."

He turned around and looked at his older brothers and sisters.

"Shall we go?"

Lin Wu put away the God-Slaying Spear. The spear had shrunk from two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) to the size of a chopstick and was tucked into his waistband.

"Let's go. Mission accomplished."

The system made a "ding" sound in Lin Xuan's mind.

"Ding! Qishan Dragon Vein quest completed. Xiqi's fortune has reached zero. Reward: Nine-Turn Creation Pill x5"

Lin Xuan was brewing tea in the backyard of the Pangu Palace when he heard the notification sound. He nodded in satisfaction.

Nine-Turn Creation Pill. A good thing.

It can directly enhance one's cultivation foundation, and it can also be given to one's wife and children—one pill can significantly loosen the bottleneck of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Five. That's enough.

He put down his teacup.

"Well done."