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A few days later. In the backyard of Pangu Temple.

To celebrate the complete annihilation of Xiqi and the ascension of the Shang Dynasty's fortunes, Lin Xuan specially instructed the Holy Mother of Wudang to organize an unprecedentedly grand celebratory hot pot feast.

A colossal cauldron, three zhang in diameter, stood in the middle of the courtyard. An ordinary spirit wood fire burned beneath it, and a bright red, spicy broth bubbled within. The dishes were all top-tier: a platter of ten-thousand-year-old seafood delivered overnight by the East Sea Dragon Clan, ice-jade cabbage, a specialty of the Taiyin Star, and premium spirit mushrooms secretly sent by Shennong from the Fire Cloud Cave.

The female immortals and the ancestral witches sat around several large tables, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Lin Xuan sat at the main table, holding an extra-large strainer. He scooped out a ten-thousand-year-old spirit shrimp, bigger than a human face, from the red soup, carefully peeled off the shell, dipped it in his secret sauce, and handed it directly to Ao Cunxin's mouth.

Ao Cunxin's belly has been growing bigger lately, and the pregnancy symptoms caused by her dragon bloodline make her feel hungry frequently. She blushed, opened her mouth, and swallowed the shrimp meat, protesting softly, "Husband, I can eat by myself. It's embarrassing with so many people watching."

"The baby in your belly has a big appetite, so of course I, as its father, have to take good care of it." Lin Xuan smiled and patted her hair.

The table next to them was even more lively.

Zhu Rong was standing on a chair, one foot on the edge of the table, excitedly showing off his latest spoils to Gong Gong.

"See that, Sixth Brother! I ate the Nine-Turn Hair Growth Pill made by Laozi, and a new tuft of beard has finally grown on my right chin!" Zhu Rong proudly stroked the small tuft of red stubble, his tail practically wagging in the air. His left beard had been shaved off by Lin Yang, and his right beard had been frozen; it had only just begun to recover.

Gonggong rolled his eyes, picked up a piece of squid tentacles with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth: "What's the use of growing them? Who knows when you'll offend those little devils again and they'll burn your eyebrows off too."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl Lin Sa, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and clutching the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan tightly in her arms, ran past Zhu Rong.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying the top-grade spirit pepper powder floating in the hot pot into Lin Sa's nose.

The little girl stopped and rubbed her nose.

"Achoo!"

A loud sneeze erupted. Along with the sneeze, a ball of extremely pure black and red Asura Qi Fire shot directly out of her mouth.

"Sizzle—"

The firelight grazed past Zhu Rong's chin.

Zhu Rong's smile froze completely on his face. He touched his lower right chin with trembling hands. It was completely bald; there wasn't even a stubble, and the skin on his chin was singed black.

A deathly silence fell over the entire room, followed by a burst of maniacal laughter that seemed to lift the roof off. Even the usually aloof Kong Xuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and double over with laughter.

"My new beard!!!" Zhu Rong plopped down in a chair, covering his face and on the verge of tears.

Houtu walked over with a teacup in hand and patted Zhurong's broad shoulder sympathetically: "Fifth brother, be strong. Out with the old, in with the new. After dinner, your thirteenth brother will definitely give you some compensation for your emotional distress. Don't cry."

The courtyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, a scene of warmth and peace.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

A dark crack suddenly appeared in the void in mid-air, and the laws of space trembled violently.

A blood-soaked, disheveled figure tumbled out of the crack and landed heavily on the bluestone slab with a "thud".

The entire room fell silent instantly. Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he put down the strainer and stood up.

The person who fell to the ground was none other than Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea!

At this moment, Ao Guangqi was in dire straits. One of his dragon horns was broken off, most of his dragon scales were shattered, and golden dragon blood dripped down his wounds.

When he saw Lin Xuan, he scrambled over to him and immediately launched into a perfectly executed sliding kneel, clinging tightly to Lin Xuan's thigh, tears and snot streaming down his face mixed with blood.

"Son-in-law! My good son-in-law! Help! The Dragon Clan is doomed!" Ao Guang cried out hoarsely.

Lin Xuan frowned, pulled him up, and channeled a wood-elemental law to stabilize his heart meridian: "Father-in-law, stop howling. What happened? You're a quasi-saint, who could have beaten you like this?"

Ao Guang gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror: "It's the Western Sect! That old bald monk Zhunti has gone mad! He's joined forces with those reclusive old demons of the deep sea and sent someone with the Boundary-Breaking Token to the deepest part of the East Sea—the sea eye!"

Ao Guang swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Son-in-law, do you remember when you extracted the demon master Kunpeng's fragmented soul and threw it into the sewers of the Sea Eye?"

Lin Xuan nodded: "I remember. What's wrong?"

"They detonated the Kunpeng's divided soul along with the subterranean fire beneath the sea eye! The seal is completely shattered!" Ao Guang cried out in despair. "The seawater of the four seas has completely spiraled out of control. Now, a thousand-foot-high wave of malevolent energy has formed, and it will soon overflow the shores of the East Sea, heading straight for the heartland of the Shang Dynasty and the human race!"