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Under the cover of an absolute concealment formation, the Starry Sky Flying Boat passed through the thick clouds above the Great Shang barrier with extreme smoothness.

With a loud "clang".

This hundred-foot-long flying boat, whose cost would make even a saint envious, stopped directly and without hindrance in the most spacious backyard square of the Pangu Palace.

As soon as the airship came to a stop, the spatial array that had been covering the outer layer of the deck instantly dissipated.

Without wasting a second, the Queen Mother of the West hurriedly wrapped the thin ice silk quilt that Lin Xuan had just pulled over tightly around her body. Her exquisitely beautiful and dignified face was now flushed red as if it were about to bleed, and her whole body exuded an extremely languid and alluring aura.

"You shameless bastard! You've been causing trouble in the sky for so long, and you didn't even warn me when the flying boat landed in the courtyard! If those sisters saw me like this, where would I, as the first wife, put my face?!"

The Queen Mother of the West glared at Lin Xuan and punched him in the chest in extreme embarrassment and anger.

The punch was so light and weak that it felt like nothing more than a tickle on Lin Xuan's solid chest.

Lin Xuan grinned shamelessly and spread his hands: "I'm taking care of my wife on my own flying boat, who dares to look at me? If they dare to look, I'll gouge out their eyes and use them as marbles."

"You're such a smooth talker!"

The Queen Mother of the West completely ignored his words. She took a deep breath, skillfully circulating her late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation throughout her body to forcefully suppress the exhaustion from a day and a night of toil. Then, with a surge of magical power, she instantly donned a brand-new light gold palace dress.

"I'm ignoring you. The account books from the past few days are still piled up unread, and that little money-grubber Lin Ze is probably jumping up and down in the inner hall again. I need to hurry up and consolidate my cultivation, and also clean up that mess."

The Queen Mother of the West turned around decisively, giving Lin Xuan no chance to stop her, and transformed into a golden light, disappearing directly into the depths of the inner hall.

Lin Xuan watched his first wife's retreating figure, which looked like she was fleeing for her life, and shook his head with amusement.

He stretched lazily on the deck, his joints crackling like firecrackers. This dual cultivation in the Nine Heavens Aurora Zone not only allowed the Queen Mother of the West to break through her bottleneck, but Lin Xuan himself also felt refreshed, and even the Yin and Yang laws within his body flowed more smoothly.

"Now that I've settled things with my first wife, I need to head to the underworld to see what's going on."

Lin Xuan stroked his chin.

While he was in heaven, his divine sense clearly heard the chanting coming from the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell. Wutian was an extremely stubborn executioner. Since Lin Xuan had entrusted him with the task of disgusting the Western Sect, this Demon Lord would definitely be able to come up with new and exciting ways to torment those bald monks.

Lin Xuan didn't even bother to walk up the stairs, and stomped heavily on the deck with his big foot.

The perfected spatial laws tore open a deep, dark spatial passage beneath his feet. He casually took a step forward, completely ignoring the physical distance between the Primordial Continent and the Nine Netherworld.

next second.

Lin Xuan's figure landed with extreme precision on the large square directly in front of the Netherworld Palace and the Pingxin Hall.

The underworld no longer resembles the gloomy and terrifying place it once was. A wide, bluestone-paved road now stretches outside the gates, and rows of demon bone streetlights stand arrogantly along both sides. Everywhere are bustling, shirtless, burly witch warriors. These men are now officially appointed as ghost messengers, wielding thick, black iron soul-hooking ropes, working with great enthusiasm.

Lin Xuan had barely landed when his feet hadn't even warmed up yet.

From a side door of the main hall not far away, a gaunt old man dressed in a bright red Yama's robe and wearing a flat-topped crown darted out with a "whoosh." This old man ran faster than a rabbit, holding up the long hem of his robe in one hand and carrying a thick book of life and death in the other. His face was plastered with an extremely exaggerated fawning smile as he headed straight for Lin Xuan.

He is none other than the dignified Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and now King Qin Guang, the First King of the Underworld—the Styx Ancestor.

"Oh my! Thirteenth Prince! It's such a pleasure to have you here! This old man has been waiting for you to come and inspect our work every day at the gate of Pingxin Hall!"

The Styx Ancestor ran up to Lin Xuan, completely ignoring the disdainful looks from the surrounding ghost messengers, and smoothly bent down. His withered, sinister old face was squeezed into a big chrysanthemum with a smile, almost as if he wanted to hug Lin Xuan's leg and rub against him.

"Old Ming, you're having a pretty good time as King Qin Guang. Your King Yama robes are practically greasy from all that wear."

Lin Xuan put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him casually.

"Thanks to Master Thirteen! This is all thanks to the Pangu Palace!" Styx quickly flattered him, then his tone changed abruptly, his face falling into an exaggeratedly aggrieved expression.

"Thirteenth Master, this old man has something to complain about today. That young man you recently sent in, dressed in black robes with a purple mark between his eyebrows, is a complete and utter devil!"

As he spoke, the Styx Ancestor wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his triangular eyes filled with palpitations.

"You haven't seen the eighteen levels of hell. That kid's methods are too ruthless! I'm the creator of the Asura race, and I'm a master at manipulating blood and demonic energy. But after seeing how that kid tortures people, I can't even eat dinner!"

Styx is ranting wildly.

"Oh? What did that kid do to scare you, you old monster, like this?" Lin Xuan was greatly intrigued by his words.

Styx swallowed hard, gesturing exaggeratedly as he said, "Thirteenth Master, you asked him to torture those Western Church labor camp inmates. But what did he do? He didn't just beat or kill them directly. He chained hundreds of bald monks to the edge of a scalding oil vat with ancient iron chains, gave each of them a large iron brush, and made them scrub the vat non-stop!"

"That's nothing! This kid somehow got hold of a copy of 'Pangu's Sayings,' which you used to make up on the spot. He forced those bald monks to scrub the oil pan while shouting slogans like 'Western Paradise is trash.' If they mispronounced a single word or their voices were even a little too soft..."

As Styx spoke, his whole body trembled noticeably.

"Without a word, he kicked the man straight into the boiling cauldron of extremely yin corpse oil. After frying him until golden brown, he used an iron hook to fish him out, forced him to drink a blood-restoring pill, and made them continue chanting and reciting. Those leading Arhats, especially the one named Kasyapa, have now forgotten what the Buddha looks like. As soon as they see that black-clad boy, they kneel on the ground and kowtow faster than they're pounding garlic!"

After listening to Styx's accusations, Lin Xuan did not find it cruel at all. Instead, he grinned and burst out laughing.

"Well done! That's exactly the effect I wanted!"

Lin Xuan praised her without reservation.

To deal with those hypocrites in the Western Church who spout benevolence and morality but are actually wicked and immoral, we must use this method of completely shattering their faith. Killing them outright would be too lenient; forcing them to betray the Western Church through endless torment would be the most ruthless slap in the face to that old bald monk, Zhunti.

"Stop talking nonsense. Lead the way, I want to go down and see for myself how well these high and mighty Arhats have improved their pot-washing skills." Lin Xuan slapped Styx on the shoulder.

Styx was knocked off balance and dared not hesitate for a moment.

"Alright! Thirteenth Master, this way please, watch out for the steps." Styx completely switched into his lackey role, bowing and leading the way with practiced ease, taking Lin Xuan straight to the eighteenth level of hell in the deepest part of the Netherworld.