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Lin Huang had only swallowed the Soul Cone into his personal space for two seconds when he spat it out with a "whoosh".

He had been munching on top-grade innate spiritual treasures since he was a child, and had never eaten this kind of broken stone that smelled like sewer.

"Pah! What a piece of junk! It stinks! Dad, this is definitely worthless trash, I don't want it anymore!" Lin Huang waved his hands in disgust, and the Death Soul Cone rolled around in the mud pit of the earth vein.

Lin Sa stood at the edge of the pit and looked down, her small nostrils twitching slightly.

She is Princess Iron Fan's daughter, born with the Asura Wind and Fire Body, and is extremely sensitive to this kind of insidious evil energy and death energy.

"Fourteenth Brother, get out of the way. This thing is a bit dirty, but I feel there's a line on it connecting to those two annoying bald guys from the West." Lin Sa reached out and pulled out the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan, which could collapse the Bridge of Helplessness, from her lower back.

"If they dare throw mud into our house, I'll shove it back into their mouth!"

Lin Sa's face hardened, and she gripped the fan handle with both hands, then swung it fiercely at the Death Soul Cone at the bottom of the pit and the surrounding deathly aura.

call--!

A dark red, Asura-like whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground. This wind didn't blow outwards at all; instead, it was frantically compressed inwards.

In the blink of an eye, the scattered death energy and the stone cone were forcibly kneaded and compressed by this extremely powerful wind, and finally turned into a high-concentration "poison gas bomb" that was only the size of a watermelon and shiny black.

Seeing this, Lin Dasheng was so amused that he scratched his head.

He slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder and jumped into the pit, winking at Lin Sa: "Fifteenth Sister, you fan the way, I, Old Sun, will play ball!"

"Alright!" Lin Sa immediately responded. She raised her banana leaf fan and, following the unseen causal line of the sage, forcefully fanned it towards the far west. A vacuum channel formed by wind pressure instantly materialized.

Lin Dasheng gripped his golden cudgel tightly with both hands, unleashing the full power of his battle techniques. The cudgel swung through the air in a perfectly executed full-moon arc.

"You old bald monk, catch the ball!"

A loud "bang" rang out!

The golden cudgel struck the poison gas bomb squarely. With the powerful force and Lin Sa's wind assistance, the poison gas bomb disappeared without a trace along the causal channels in the earth's veins at an illogical speed.

At the same time, in the far west, at Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti sat cross-legged on a futon in the secret chamber. He was in a very good mood, calculating in his mind that the martial arts-practicing humans of the Great Shang Dynasty would probably start dying in large numbers in the next few days. As long as the Great Shang Dynasty was in chaos, the Western Sect could openly seize territory under the pretext of performing rituals for the dead.

He even hummed a tune that was completely out of tune.

Suddenly, Zhunti felt the futon under his buttocks jolt violently.

"Huh? What's going on? Did the earth dragon turn over?"

He had just opened his eyes and hadn't even had a chance to use his divine sense to investigate.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar exploded beneath his feet. The bottom of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, which had already dried up deep within Mount Sumeru, was blasted open by an extremely violent force.

The high-concentration poison gas bomb that Lin Dasheng fired at the moment it hit the Sumeru Mountain's ley lines completely detonated.

The deathly aura, accumulated over countless years, mixed with the stench of severed veins, burst forth from the earth like a fountain. The dried-up pool bottom instantly became covered with a layer of utterly repulsive black hair.

Immediately afterwards, a large lump of dark, bubbling, lifeless sludge, with tremendous force, slammed solidly onto Zhunti's bitter face.

"Ah—! Lin Xuan! You bastard, you've gone too far!"

Zhunti let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered. The deathly aura from the mud pierced his seven orifices. Even as a saint, he couldn't withstand the backlash from the filth he had buried himself.

With a surge of qi and blood in his chest, Zhunti tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of dark golden holy blood with a "whoosh." His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed backward onto the futon.

The sky above Chaoge City Martial Arts Academy.

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back on a cloud. His perfected spatial laws had long since revealed the devastation in the far west. Seeing black smoke rising from Mount Sumeru again, Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction.

The three little guys below, having finished their task, were looking at him expectantly.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to say a few words of praise, the communication jade slip at his waist suddenly began to tremble violently.

He picked it up and answered the call; the voices of Nuwa and Yunxiao came through the jade slip.

"Husband, you've been spending all your time running schools in Chaoge, and haven't been home for days. Do you find us sisters in the way of your home?" Nuwa's voice carried a rare hint of resentment.

Yunxiao chimed in from the side, "Exactly. What business is the Shang Dynasty compared to family matters? This Pangu Palace is practically a deserted palace now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's heart softened. He had indeed neglected his beautiful wives at home during this period, having been so focused on infrastructure projects for the Shang Dynasty.

He coughed twice at the jade slip: "Wife, don't worry, your husband will be back to apologize to you. I promise you'll be satisfied!"