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Lin Xuan sat in the rocking chair, his big, bare feet resting on the white tiger-skin footstool in front of him.

He looked at the Styx on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, raised an eyebrow, and grinned arrogantly.

"A female demon exploded out of the Yellow Springs Rift? You, a veteran powerhouse at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, wielding the Abyssal Demon Sword and the Blood Sea, are not going to die until you are dead. You can be scared by a female demon and come here crying? Aren't you ashamed!" Lin Xuan exposed his shortcomings with extreme sarcasm.

Styx blushed, rubbing his hands awkwardly, and stammered, "Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, you don't know this. The Yellow Spring Death Aura on that female fiend was terrifying; she was fighting like a madwoman! The key is... you can't blame her for getting angry; it's all because of that ancestor Wutian's doing!"

Upon hearing the name "Wutian," Lin Xuan immediately perked up. He spat out the pine nut shell in his mouth, sat up straight, and asked, "What kind of trouble has that brat Kinnara gotten up to now?"

Styx swallowed hard and began to accuse, gesturing wildly: "After Wutian took office as the captain of the special labor reform brigade, he tied all those hundreds of Western cult monks we captured to the side of the boiling oil! He was extremely immoral and forced these monks to loudly recite reverse brainwashing scriptures 24 hours a day, and made them shout 'Western cult is full of hypocrites and trash.'"

"Not only that! Wutian is holding a leather whip covered in extremely spicy chili powder. If those bald monks mispronounce a single word, he will lash them with the whip! Those monks make extremely shrill screams like pigs being slaughtered every day underground."

"That awful voice, combined with the lingering poison of the Bitter Lotus left by Zhunti, has driven a powerful innate cultivator who was living in seclusion beneath the Yellow Springs, following the earth's veins, into a state of demonic possession! Now that cultivator is coming up with a sword, ready to slaughter every living creature that makes a sound!"

After hearing this accusation, Lin Xuan was not angry at all. Instead, he slapped his thigh with great satisfaction and burst out laughing.

He secretly admired him greatly: Wutian was truly a rare talent! This extreme workplace exploitation method of "noise brainwashing and eagle training" was exactly the true teaching of his father, a black-hearted capitalist from his previous life! To deal with those hypocritical bald monks of the Western Church, one had to use this inhumane method to torture them to death!

"Well done! I have to give Wutian an outstanding employee award for his management skills!" Lin Xuan kicked the sunflower seed shells on the ground and stood up.

He opened his mouth wide and roared at the top of his lungs toward the backyard, "Lin Wu! Lin Dasheng! Lin Yin! Grab your weapons and come with me to the underworld to watch a show!"

The voice just fell.

"Received, Dad!" Three streaks of light shot out from the backyard with extreme ferocity.

Lin Wu, shirtless and muscular, held a menacing God-Slaying Spear, his eyes gleaming with battle lust. Lin Dasheng skillfully wielded his Ruyi Jingu Bang, scratching his ears and cheeks with intense excitement. Lin Yin, meanwhile, sat obediently in a large, floating bubble, blowing bubbles of extremely pure Three Lights Divine Water.

With primary damage output, physical defense penetration, and group healing, the Pangu Palace's perfectly assembled monster-hunting task force is ready to go!

"Let's go! Let's go to the eighteenth level of hell and see what that female demon looks like, with three heads and six arms." Lin Xuan stomped his foot in mid-air.

"Sizzle!" An extremely terrifying perfect spatial law instantly tore open a huge rift tens of feet wide in the void. Lin Xuan, with his three children and the mournful-faced Styx, domineeringly plunged into the rift.

In just half a breath, the task force crashed down to the very bottom of the eighteen levels of hell in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The moment I landed, an extremely pungent smell of hot oil mixed with chili powder and the stench of blood assaulted my senses.

The extremely comical yet tragic scene of the labor camp before him made Lin Xuan laugh out loud.

This isn't just the eighteen levels of hell; it's practically the largest human tragedy containment center in the primordial world.

Hundreds of bald-headed Western-style convicts were tightly chained with extremely thick black iron chains to several enormous cauldrons of boiling oil. These monks were already emaciated beyond recognition, their eyes extremely empty, and their bodies had been emaciated to the point that not a single piece of good flesh remained.

And in the very center was the grand master's chair made of white bones.

Wu Tian sat there arrogantly, his body slung over his shoulder. He was draped in the [Supreme Sky-Covering Cloak] bestowed upon him by Lin Xuan, which concealed his extremely terrifying demonic energy.

With his left hand, he held a cup of the finest spiritual tea offered by the Styx River with great ease, while with his right hand he held a specially made leather whip that was three zhang long, stained with blood and glaring red chili oil.

"Louder! Haven't you eaten?! Shout that old bastard Zhunti louder!" Wutian roared in extreme brutality, and lashed his whip across the back of the fat Venerable Kasyapa directly in front of him.

Kasyapa was whipped until he let out a shrill scream that was not human.

He rolled on the ground, wailing in utter humiliation at the top of his lungs: "Long live Holy Father Lin Xuan! Zhunti is a spineless piece of trash! The Western Sect is all dog shit!"

The remaining hundreds of prisoners trembled with fear, crying and shouting along with Kasyapa. Their voices echoed in the empty hell, a scene both comical and tragic.

Upon seeing Lin Xuan arrive with his men, Wu Tian immediately threw down his leather whip.

He rushed forward with extreme fanaticism, slamming one knee hard on the oil-stained floor tiles, and loudly proclaimed, "The Lord has descended! Your humble servant, Wutian, is conducting a profound ideological reform of these worthless wretches! Please inspect, Lord!"

Lin Xuan patted Wutian on the shoulder with great satisfaction: "You did a good job, kid! These bald monks have to endure this kind of hardship."

Just as the master and servant were happily summarizing their unethical management experience...

"Boom—!"

A terrifyingly loud bang, seemingly capable of overturning the entire underworld, exploded deep within the hell passage.

Immediately afterwards, the obsidian door, which was said to be able to withstand even the full force of a Great Luo Golden Immortal's attack, let out a mournful cry of extreme strain.

A terrifying sword aura, extremely pure and imbued with a rich, blood-red light, slashed in fiercely from the outside with utter ruthlessness!

With a loud "crack!", the gate, which was dozens of feet tall, was instantly shattered into a sky full of extremely tragic black dust and rubble!

As the gate was destroyed, an extremely chilling, world-weary aura, mixed with an extremely dense and pure death energy from the underworld, instantly poured into the entire bottom of hell like a category 12 hurricane.

In the dust of the ruins.

A stunningly beautiful goddess, her entire body enveloped in eerie, blood-red phantom petals, strode out, carrying a top-grade Netherworld Sword that emanated an extremely terrifying death aura. She was incredibly cold and murderous.