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Seeing that Haotian had grasped the situation, Lin Xuan nodded with great satisfaction. He didn't bother with a single word, and with a stomp of his foot, he tore through the void and returned to the Pangu Palace with remarkable efficiency.

Lin Xuan had barely walked for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

Outside the Lingxiao Palace, coming from the direction of the Immortal Transformation Pool, came a series of extremely impatient curses.

A grotesquely obese monk, exuding an ethereal aura of incense smoke, strode in with a face full of resentment. This was none other than Maitreya, who had just reconstructed this frail divine body in the Immortal Transformation Pool.

Maitreya was seething with hatred. He, the future Buddha of the Western Paradise, had his true spirit crushed by Lin Xuan and forcibly stuffed into this shabby Investiture of the Gods. Now his physical body was completely destroyed, leaving only a broken shell sustained by the meager incense offerings from the Heavenly Court, and his cultivation was not even as good as that of an Earth Immortal.

But his inherent arrogance remained undiminished.

"What a load of crap, Heavenly Court! It's dilapidated and doesn't even have a proper threshold!" Maitreya kicked open the ruins of the palace door with extreme arrogance and swaggered into the Lingxiao Palace.

He immediately spotted Haotian sitting in the broken chair above. Maitreya showed no intention of kneeling or bowing; instead, he arrogantly raised his chin, his nostrils flared, and let out a cold snort.

"Haotian, since I've been dragged into this wretched place of yours because of the Great Tribulation, enough with the nonsense." Maitreya pointed at Haotian's nose with extreme rudeness, his tone condescending. "I am the personal disciple of the Sage Zhunti, the future Buddha of the Western Sect. Quickly make room for me, at least a position of the Great Emperor of the Three Realms. Also, bring me all the best elixirs and spiritual fruits you have here to restore my vitality."

Maitreya's eyes flashed with extreme threat as he coldly added, "If you dare to slight me in the slightest, my master will personally descend upon you once he has the time and raze this wretched Heavenly Court to the ground!"

In the past, Haotian would have been terrified and wet himself upon hearing the name of a sage, and would have rushed to serve him tea and water.

But today is different.

Haotian looked at the arrogant, fat man below him with utter calmness. Far from being angry, he instead grinned with a twisted, grotesque sneer.

"You want to become the Great Emperor of the Three Realms?" Haotian slowly stood up from his chair, holding the dark yellow God-Slaying Whip upside down in his hand, and walked down the steps one by one.

Maitreya frowned, looking at the fire poker-like object in Haotian's hand, and sneered, "What? You want to fight? Although I'm just a spirit body left, my master's reputation still stands..."

"Snapped!"

Before Maitreya could finish speaking, Haotian suddenly swung his right arm. The God-Slaying Whip left an extremely terrifying yellow afterimage in mid-air, tearing through the air with a sonic boom, and struck Maitreya's illusory bald head with great force and precision!

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream, utterly inhuman, resounded throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

The terrifying power of the God-Slaying Whip, specifically designed to counter true spirits on the list, erupted instantly! Maitreya felt as if tens of thousands of red-hot steel saws were simultaneously tearing and cutting deep into his soul. The extreme pain, penetrating to the bone and impossible to defend against, left his mind completely blank.

Maitreya's obese, incense-burning body was sent flying backward by the whip, crashing heavily onto the floor tiles with a "thud".

The aloofness of Maitreya's disciple vanished instantly, leaving not a trace. Maitreya clutched his head tightly with both hands, rolling frantically on the cold floor tiles, his face a mixture of tears and snot.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! How dare you hit me! My master..." Maitreya was still on the ground howling miserably, trying to call for help.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Haotian didn't waste any words with him and rushed forward, brutally lashing Maitreya's back and thighs three times! With each lash, Maitreya's divine body would dim a little due to the intense pain.

"Master my foot! Once you're on my Investiture of the Gods list, even the Heavenly King himself can't save you!" Haotian laughed wildly, releasing the pent-up frustration of being a punching bag for tens of thousands of years. "You, a mere laborer of the Heavenly Dao, dare to ask me for the title of Great Emperor? Today I'll teach you the rules of the Heavenly Court!"

Maitreya was completely broken by those lashes. The excruciating torment caused him to lose all dignity. He scrambled to his feet and knelt humbly at Haotian's feet, his head banging against the floor tiles with loud thuds.

"Jade Emperor, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! I was wrong! I won't do it again! Please stop hitting me, please stop hitting me!" Maitreya cried like a three-hundred-pound child, with not a trace of the grandeur of the future Buddha.

"If only he had been this sensible earlier." Haotian snorted coldly and stopped whipping him.

With a casual wave of his hand, his magic swept up a tattered broom and a stinking swill bucket outside the hall, which he then violently smashed into Maitreya's face.

"Listen up, you fatso!" Haotian pointed his God-Slaying Whip at Maitreya's nose and coldly ordered, "Your position is arranged. Report to the Heavenly Court's latrines. From today onwards, you are the Chief Toilet Supervisor of the Heavenly Court! Every day, clean the latrines until they reflect light. For every toilet you miss, I'll give you ten lashes! Get out!"

Maitreya trembled violently as he looked at the slop bucket on the ground, but upon seeing the dark yellow whip, he dared not utter a single word. In utter humiliation, he picked up the broom and bucket and scrambled away towards the toilet.