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On the exquisite ice silk couch, Yang Chan opened her heavy eyelids with great difficulty.

Last night's profound fusion of the Great Perfection Water-Wood Law and the Source of Compassion left her so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

But she felt extremely at ease.

A series of very light footsteps came from outside the door. Su Daji carried a plate of sliced ​​premium yellow plums, while Nuwa carried a bowl of steaming ginseng soup. The two entered one after the other.

"Sister Yang Chan is awake? Quickly drink this ginseng soup to nourish your body." Nuwa sat down by the bedside very naturally, without any airs of a high-ranking saint. She took the white jade spoon, blew on it, and handed it to Yang Chan's lips.

Yang Chan's eyes instantly reddened. Back in the Heavenly Court, she lived in constant fear. The Heavenly rules were strict; forget about sleeping in late, even taking a slightly larger step while walking would result in punishment. But in this Pangu Palace, not only did no one use the rules to pressure her, but even the dignified Nuwa herself personally fed her soup.

"Thank you, Sister Nuwa... I... I can do it myself." Yang Chan was flattered and tried to get up.

Su Daji skillfully placed a pillow behind Yang Chan's back, grinned, and said, "Little sister, don't stand on ceremony with us. There are no such lousy rules in this house. The thirteenth prince has a bad temper; he must have given you a hard time last night. Just lie down and rest today."

This incredibly warm and humane family atmosphere allowed Yang Chan to completely let down the defenses she had built up over thousands of years.

Just then, Lin Xuan, wearing his ever-present white short-sleeved shirt and floral shorts, swaggered in.

The moment he entered the room, the encrypted underworld communication channel in his mind suddenly began flashing extremely violently. Lin Xuan kicked it away, then sat down on the chair beside the bed, and with a wave of his hand, projected the communication onto the screen.

In the scene, Demon Lord Wutian, draped in an extremely stylish and exquisite sky-covering cloak, slammed one knee heavily on the ground, his eyes filled with extreme fanaticism: "My lord! Your subordinate Wutian has come to report the results of the battle!"

Lin Xuan grabbed a piece of yellow plum and stuffed it into his mouth, asking indistinctly, "How did things go in Xiniu Hezhou, you little rascal?"

"Extremely successful!" Wu Tian excitedly raised his head and immediately played an extremely high-definition video recording.

In the video, in front of an extremely dilapidated Taoist temple in the mortal realm, dozens of bald monks dressed in Western Buddhist robes are locked in a fierce battle with a group of low-ranking disciples dressed in Chan Buddhist robes. Limbs and severed bodies are flying everywhere, and the scene is extremely bloody.

"You killed my junior brother! Today I'm acting on behalf of Heaven to chop you hypocritical bald monks to pieces!" a disciple of the Chan Sect roared hysterically.

Wutian, in the projection, boasted triumphantly: "My lord, I threw all the collected, tattered magical artifacts of the Chan Sect into the pile of corpses of the Western Sect's assassins. I even left behind Guang Chengzi's blood-written inscription, 'Acting on behalf of Heaven.' On that day alone, nearly two thousand people died or were injured on both sides!"

After watching the video, Lin Xuan couldn't help but burst into unrestrained laughter.

He thought to himself: After Kinnara turned to the dark side, he's practically a born pyramid scheme leader! His methods of framing and framing are even more ruthless than those heartless PR people he encountered in his past life!

"Well done!" Lin Xuan slapped his thigh. "I'll reward you handsomely today!"

Lin Xuan reached into his personal space and pulled out ten heavy boxes. These were all inferior magical artifacts, tattered robes, and prayer beads that he had plundered from the Arhats.

"These scraps of metal aren't even good enough to be used as firewood in our Pangu Temple, but you can have them all as operating funds! Take these things and keep throwing money around in the Western Sect's territory, hire more rogue cultivators to stir up trouble! Let them fight like dogs and make it even worse!"

Wu Tian, ​​trembling with excitement at the sight of the ten boxes of "huge sums of money," kowtowed deeply, saying, "Your subordinate obeys! I will not let my lord down!"

After turning off the communication, Lin Xuan stretched lazily and was about to turn around and tease Yang Chan, whose cheeks were flushed.

"Boom—!"

A terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the backyard, shaking the very ground. A mushroom cloud, crackling with purplish-black lightning and raging flames, shattered the defensive barrier of the backyard and shot straight into the sky!

"Which brat did this?! I just planted 100,000 Nine-Leaf Sword Grasses using top-grade wood-elemental essence!"

Jumang's extremely fierce and furious roar pierced through dozens of walls and came through.

Lin Xuan grinned, his face instantly darkening. He strode towards the backyard.

The once lush and verdant ancient herb garden in the backyard has now been transformed into a giant meteorite crater, several dozen feet deep, still emitting thick, black smoke.

At the edge of the meteorite crater, Lin Dasheng held his Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, his body covered in mud. Beside him, Lin Ting had two topknots, and the small lightning ring on his head was still crackling excitedly with purple sparks.

"Brother Eighteen! Isn't my 'Purple Thunder Fish-Bombing' move amazing? It's much louder than your stick!" Lin Ting chuckled.

Lin Dasheng, extremely indignant, swung his staff: "Nonsense! It was clearly a spark from my strike that ignited the lightning!"

Jumang was trembling with rage, clutching a charred blade of grass in his hand, chasing the two little devils all over the yard: "Today I'm going to give you both a good spanking!"

Lin Xuan stood at the edge of the ruins, veins throbbing on his forehead. Without a word, he instantly activated the Great Perfection Spatial Law.

Without giving the two brats a chance to escape, two large energy hands stretched out from the void and precisely pinched the back of Lin Dasheng and Lin Ting's necks.

The two of them were instantly suspended in mid-air.

"Dad! We're conducting a live-fire exercise!" Lin Dasheng countered with practiced ease.

"Drill my ass!" Lin Xuan strode into the main hall and roughly hung the two troublemakers upside down on the extremely luxurious and exquisite glass chandelier in the center.

Lin Xuan turned around, looked at the other mischievous kids peeking out of the yard, and loudly announced in an extremely domineering manner: "From today onwards, the Pangu Palace officially launches the 'Physical Anti-Tampering Home Early Education Outline'! Anyone who dares to mess around with the rules in their home again, I'll hang them on the city gate tower and dry them like cured meat!"