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"Bang!"

Lin Xuan stepped forward and slapped Lin Dasheng's furry back of the head with extreme brutality, sending the arrogant stone monkey sprawling face-first onto the ground.

"You little bastards! You've forgotten all the rules I taught you! Even when a large business opens its doors to do business, it has to be selective about who it taxes! Some people are so poor they can't even afford a decent piece of clothing, and you still have the nerve to collect quarantine fees? Why don't you go and swindle those bald monks from the Western Church!" Lin Xuan scolded these reckless brats with an extremely loud voice.

Lin Dasheng rubbed his head as he got up from the ground, muttering with extreme grievance, "Dad, you're biased! Last time, that Western Sect Arhat pretended to be poor, didn't you make us strip him naked?"

"Shut up! Go back to your aunt and get your punishment! I'll waive this woman's entrance fee today!" Lin Xuan interrupted Lin Dasheng's sophistry without any politeness and set the rules in an extremely domineering manner.

Seeing that their father was serious, Lin Ze and Lin Xi didn't dare to say a word. They quickly put away their account books and precious coins, and slipped into the city with practiced ease, disappearing from sight.

After dealing with the three troublemakers, Lin Xuan turned around and looked down at Lin Zhi, who was still slumped on the ground clutching a sack.

Lin Zhi was completely stunned. She looked up at Lin Xuan, who was standing in front of her, with her stunningly beautiful face in a daze.

The man was dressed in extremely casual clothes, and even wore extremely inappropriate slippers.

But the invincible aura of control he exuded, and the domineering force he had used to casually swat away that terrifying stone monkey, crashed hard against Lin Zhi's heart, which had been closed for tens of thousands of years.

She had heard of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches' reputation, but she never expected that this ruthless man who could crush even saints would be so manly! The extreme sense of security that he could hold up with one hand even if the sky were to fall made Lin Zhi's heartbeat completely out of control, and she ridiculously missed a beat.

"Thank you so much, Holy Father, for your help. This stone is for the toll..." Lin Zhi stammered, her face as red as a ripe apple, and she wanted to hand over the chalcedony as payment.

"Put that piece of junk away. Even the latrines in our Great Shang Dynasty are made of top-grade warm jade. Do you think we need your few pieces of worthless ore?" Lin Xuan glanced at the tattered sack with utter disdain.

Lin Zhi was speechless, almost dying from Lin Xuan's extremely extravagant words.

But she took a deep breath, knowing this was her and the Qilin clan's only way to survive. If they missed this opportunity, they would never find another.

She abruptly threw the two tattered sacks aside and, with remarkable decisiveness, knelt heavily on the hard cement ground in front of tens of thousands of merchants and commoners at the city gate.

Lin Zhi solemnly took out a large jade seal covered in cracks and radiating an extremely ancient and powerful aura from her bosom, and held it high above her head.

"Great Holy Father! I am Lin Zhi, the last princess of the Qilin clan! Our Qilin clan has been tormented by the karmic forces of Heaven for millions of years, and now there are less than fifty old, weak, sick, and disabled people left, who can't even get a full meal! If the Holy Father is willing to protect my clan, I am willing to offer up the Qilin Seal and all the last possessions of the Qilin clan!"

Lin Zhi's voice trembled, but it was extremely loud. She suddenly raised her head, her tear-filled eyes fixed on Lin Xuan's face, and gritted her teeth as she shouted her last words: "Including my still relatively clean and innocent body, from now on, I am entirely at the mercy of the Holy Father! I will serve him like a slave, without a word!"

This extremely reckless and blunt declaration left all the merchants and commoners watching the spectacle at the city gate completely dumbfounded.

Tens of thousands of people gasped in unison.

Then erupted a burst of extremely enthusiastic whistling and shouting. The people of the Shang Dynasty were already used to their Holy Father's legendary romantic luck, so this Princess Qilin giving herself to them in the street was definitely a great joy.

"Holy Father is awesome! Take her back!" A burly man from the crowd shouted in an extremely rough manner.

Lin Xuan looked at Lin Zhi, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, having staked her entire life on him. Without even a second's hesitation, he completely ignored the so-called [Qilin Seal].

Lin Xuan strode up to Lin Zhi, bent down in an extremely domineering manner, and his large, hot hands went straight under her armpits, forcefully supporting her slender waist.

"Ah!" Lin Zhi exclaimed in surprise, feeling her body suddenly lifted into the air.

Lin Xuan decisively and forcefully pulled her into his arms, causing Lin Zhi to instinctively wrap her arms around his neck.

"What do I need your broken seal and those few broken stones for? I just want you!"

Lin Xuan's voice was extremely domineering, booming directly in her ear, "From today onwards, I'm in charge of everything concerning your Qilin clan! Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't touch a single hair on your head!"

After saying that, Lin Xuan completely ignored Lin Zhi's face, which was so red with embarrassment that it was almost bleeding. He laughed loudly and stomped his big foot hard, shattering the void.

Amidst the deafening cheers of the crowd, he carried the exquisitely beautiful jade unicorn, now at its wit's end, and arrogantly transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Pangu Palace.