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The Pangu Hall was filled with joy.

With the formal submission of the Qingqiu clan, the fortune of the entire Wu clan once again experienced a terrifying surge.

Meanwhile, the backyard of the Pangu Temple has entered a bustling "smooth production season".

Inside Nüba's private maternity ward.

A gentle breeze kept the room temperature at an extremely warm and comfortable level.

Having long since regained her stunning beauty, Nüba is now lying peacefully on her millennia-old ice jade bed.

There were no heart-wrenching screams, nor any earth-shattering phenomena.

In an extremely warm and peaceful aura of life, a beautifully sculpted baby girl was born safely.

"Wow……"

A clear, crisp cry.

The moment the baby girl was born, a pure, warm purple flame mark appeared between her eyebrows.

She stretched out her chubby little hand and curiously grabbed at the finger that Lin Xuan was extending from beside her.

A faint, harmless wisp of warm purple flame emanated from her fingertips, gently "roasting" Lin Xuan's fingers, which were harder than even the most powerful magic weapons, sending a comfortable warmth through him.

"Hahaha! Good girl! Your fire control is even better than your mother's!"

Lin Xuan laughed and picked up his daughter, "I'll call you Lin Ran!"

Meanwhile, in the birthing room in the side hall on the other side.

As the chief steward of the Pangu Temple, the Holy Mother Wudang was born with a calm and composed demeanor.

She barely broke a sweat, and with the help of several maids, she smoothly gave birth to a baby girl.

This baby girl is even more outrageous.

Not only did she not cry, but from the moment she was born, she was professionally holding a small jade abacus formed from the innate Geng metal energy.

Her large, dark eyes darted around, not with the innocent look of an ordinary baby, but with the shrewdness of a steward, as if she were assessing how much wealth the family possessed.

"This kid is a natural at managing money! From now on, we'll call him Lin Zhi!"

Lin Xuan looked at this future little god of wealth and couldn't stop smiling.

To celebrate the birth of his two daughters, Lin Xuan once again spent a fortune.

An extremely luxurious "Full Moon Double Cannon" banquet was set up in the main courtyard of Pangu Temple.

Five hundred tables of banquets were held from day to night, and the aroma of the finest spirit wine wafted for hundreds of miles.

The female immortals in the backyard were having a great time, with the sounds of mahjong and clinking glasses echoing throughout Buzhou Mountain, creating a warm and lively atmosphere reminiscent of everyday life.

However, just as the Pangu Palace was filled with laughter and joy.

In the far west, hundreds of millions of miles away, lies Mount Sumeru.

Deep within the secret chamber of the dilapidated main hall, which had been repeatedly vandalized by Lin Xuan and his son and was still drafty.

The Taoist Zhunti was sitting cross-legged on a moldy futon, his bitter face contorted beyond recognition.

The soaring fortunes of the Shang Dynasty, the proliferation of martial arts academies, and the submission of the Qingqiu clan...

These events, one after another, are frantically squeezing his already barren space for the survival and propagation of Western religion.

If this continues, this saint will truly become a commander without troops!

"Lin Xuan! It's Lin Xuan again! That damned sixth brother!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth, and couldn't hold back a mouthful of dark golden holy blood, which he spat out onto the floor tiles in front of him with a "pfft".

His extreme resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat caused him to completely lose his reason.

"Since I can't win by force, I'll resort to underhanded tactics!"

A crazed light flashed in Zhunti's eyes.

He struggled to pull a black brocade box from his pocket.

Upon opening the brocade box, a piece of black incense, resembling a dried twig, lay inside.

This is the very same insidious and vicious [Dreamlike Karma Incense] that he found in Rahu's ruins back then!

This incense is colorless and odorless. Once lit, it will act directly on the target's primordial spirit along the unseen causal lines.

It doesn't kill people, but it can silently amplify the darkest desires and obsessions in the target's heart, causing them to unknowingly go astray and kill each other!

"Aren't the humans of the Great Shang Dynasty supposed to be united? I'll make your high-ranking officials fight tooth and nail for power and resources!"

Zhunti laughed maniacally, his mind completely out of control.

He forced out a drop of his life essence and dripped it onto the incense stick.

"call--"

The black incense was instantly ignited, turning into an almost invisible wisp of gray smoke that mysteriously merged into the void, following the intricate network of cause and effect, heading straight for the senior management of all martial arts academies within the Great Shang Nine Provinces!

He wants to make Da Shang rot from within!

The moment the incense merged into the void.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the invisible and intangible [Great Dao-level Qi Control Talisman] on Lin Xuan's body, which was always close to his body, vibrated slightly.

An invisible golden light shield, perceptible only to Lin Xuan, instantly enveloped the entire Pangu Palace along with the Great Shang Nine Provinces Barrier.

The moment the insidious incense touched the light barrier, 99% of its toxicity was forcefully filtered, crushed, and reduced to nothingness.

Only a trace of extremely weak, almost negligible residual poison managed to seep in.

At the same time, Tianfu accurately pinpointed the source coordinates of this poisonous fog—Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's secret chamber!