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In the border canyon of Jambudvipa, a strong stench of blood and burning flesh mingled together, rising straight into the sky.

The Taoist Ran Deng crawled out of a deep pit hundreds of miles away in a disheveled state.

His blind eye sockets were still oozing purplish-black pus and blood, making him look a million times more miserable than a beggar on the street.

He stretched out his withered old hands and tremblingly touched the top of his head.

It's completely smooth.

A layer of charred ash dripped down between his fingers. His precious few strands of hair, which, though sparse, still formed a Taoist-style topknot, were now completely gone, with wisps of smoke rising from his head.

"Who! Who did this?!" Ran Deng trembled with rage, roaring to the sky in a voice as loud as a broken gong.

He is the dignified Vice Leader of the Chan Sect! A supreme Quasi-Saint!

What kind of mess is this today? First, a group of Taiyi Golden Immortal minions from the Western Sect used their self-destructing golden bodies to shatter his protective golden light, and even the remnant of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl that he cherished as his life was blown away.

Now, even his last hair has been secretly chopped to ash! If this gets back to Kunlun Mountain, will he still have any face left as the leader?!

Randeng bit his tongue, forcibly activating the remaining quasi-saint power within his body, and deduced the cause and effect by following the trajectory of the purple arc of electricity.

He vowed that as long as he found the bastard who had plotted against him, he would skin him alive and throw him into the deepest hell so that he would never be reincarnated!

However, the simulation results were completely blank.

The secrets of heaven were completely concealed; not only were there no traces of cause and effect, but not even the slightest trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Damn it! Those lunatics from the Western Religion! I'm not finished with you!"

Enraged, Ran Deng coughed up a mouthful of blood and swayed precariously. He had no idea that Lin Xuan was behind this in the heavens; he only blamed the Western Sect. In his eyes, besides those two shameless saints of the Western Sect, who else could conceal heavenly secrets so completely!

High in the sky.

A burst of uproarious laughter erupted on the spacious deck of the Starry Sky Flying Boat, enough to rip the roof off.

"Hahaha! Dad! Look at that blind old man, there's even smoke coming out of his head! He looks just like a freshly baked sweet potato!" Lin Tian pointed down below, slapping his thigh with laughter, almost dropping the brick in his hand.

"Serves him right! He always acts so arrogant! He deserves to be chopped up a few more times!" Lin Yang mumbled, gnawing on a dripping kebab, his golden eyes filled with schadenfreude.

Lin Xuan leaned comfortably against the white fox fur couch, his left arm around Bai Yaoyao's slender waist, and his right hand pinching Deng Chanyu's puffed-up cheek.

"That old blind man is unlucky too. Today's dog-eat-dog show has completely sealed the grudge between the Chan Sect and the Western Sect," Lin Xuan thought to himself.

He couldn't be bothered to look at the miserable state of Ran Deng any longer.

When dealing with this kind of cunning old fox, physical harm is far less satisfying than mental humiliation.

Today's spark was ignited at just the right time; now it's up to Wutian to stir up trouble.

Lin Xuan grinned widely and shouted towards the cockpit, "Lei Zhenzi! Stop looking! Set sail! Let's go home!"

"Alright, Godfather! Hold on tight!" Lei Zhenzi replied excitedly.

The core of the Starry Sky Flying Boat's formation activated instantly, without even the slightest jolt, tearing through the void and speeding steadily toward the Pangu Palace of Buzhou Mountain.

Before long, the huge flying boat landed steadily on the square in the main courtyard of the Pangu Temple.

The whole family disembarked from the boat in a grand procession. They had enjoyed a free annual spectacle, and their faces were filled with lingering excitement.

Seeing the large, lively family, Lin Xuan thought he should organize some activities to cheer them up. This Pangu Palace had everything, except for too many roughnecks who spent their time either fighting or in seclusion—it lacked any sense of life.

"Stop right there! Listen up!" Lin Xuan, one hand in his pocket, stood on the white jade steps and roared, "We've seen a real show today, and I'm in a great mood! I hereby declare that today we are holding the first Pangu Palace Family Cooking Competition!"

The courtyard fell silent for a second after those words were spoken.

Immediately, the twelve Ancestral Witches and the group of female immortals all pricked up their ears and exchanged bewildered glances. A cooking competition? What kind of novelty was this?

Lin Xuan reached into his storage space and pulled out a jade bottle that emitted a dazzling golden light, then pulled off the stopper.

A rich, intoxicating medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire courtyard. One whiff, and even the magical energy within one's body seemed to surge.

"See this? A top-grade Nine-Turn Creation Pill! I'll use it as a prize! Whoever cooks the best dish today gets this pill!" Lin Xuan arrogantly slammed the jade bottle onto the white jade table next to him.

"Holy crap! A Nine-Turn Creation Pill!"

Zhu Rong's eyes immediately turned red. One pill of this stuff would shatter the bottleneck of a Taiyi Golden Immortal into dust. Although he was a Quasi-Saint and didn't need this pill for a breakthrough, it would still fetch an astronomical price if exchanged for his personal savings! He'd been scrutinized so thoroughly by that little money-grubber Lin Ze that he was almost forced to pawn his underwear, and he was desperately looking for a way to get cash!

"This pill is mine! Nobody can take it from me!" Zhu Rong, shirtless, roared as he charged toward the newly built super kitchen.

Gonggong, not to be outdone, followed closely behind, brandishing his water-splitting blade: "Bullshit! My millennia-old seaweed soup is the most exquisite dish in the primordial world! What culinary skills do you, a fire-wielding novice, know?!"

"Fifth brother, sixth brother! Leave me a stove!" Dijiang was also anxious, and rolled up his sleeves to squeeze in.

The group scattered like birds and beasts, all rushing into the kitchen to start cooking. The female immortals chattered excitedly about what signature dishes they would make.

In the newly built super kitchen of Pangu Temple, the sound of chopping vegetables on the cutting board was deafening, and pots and pans clattered and rattled.

Zhu Rong stood in front of a stove at the very edge, scratching her head in frustration.

He only knew how to fight; he had no idea how to cook anything fancy. Watching Su Daji skillfully slicing bamboo shoots beside him, her knife work practically a work of art, he grew even more anxious.

"No way, I can't cook those girly dishes. I need a real show-stopping dish!"

Zhu Rong slapped his thigh and pulled out a ten-thousand-year-old ice field boar the size of a small mountain from his storage ring. This boar was a spoil of war he had brought back from his last battle in the far north. It was emanating a bone-chilling cold, and even the floor tiles were covered with a layer of white frost.

"Roasted whole pig! This stuff has firm meat, absolutely delicious! I'm going to get first place today!"

In his rush to speed things up, Zhu Rong completely disregarded any knowledge of heat control or cooking. He rubbed his hands together, and two extremely violent balls of Nanming Fire exploded in his palms, flames shooting up three zhang high.

"Get it cooked!"

Zhu Rong roared and directly pressed two of the most powerful Nanming Fires of the Primordial Era onto the Ten-Thousand-Year Icefield Boar.

"Sizzle—!"

The extreme cold origin of the Ten Thousand Year Icefield Pig instantly collided with the Southern Bright Fire.

This isn't cooking, this is building a bomb!

The terrifying temperature difference exceeded the critical point in less than half a breath. The clash between extreme cold and extreme heat caused the surrounding spiritual energy to go berserk instantly.

A blinding white light shone in the center of the kitchen.

"Fifth Brother! What the hell are you doing!" Di Jiang had just finished cutting a piece of dragon liver when he turned around and saw this scene. He was so frightened that his face turned green, and he even dropped the kitchen knife in his hand.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar that shattered eardrums exploded in the backyard of the Pangu Temple.

The violent shockwave of ice and fire ripped off the exquisite glazed tile roof of the kitchen. The load-bearing pillars, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, were shattered, and bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

Along with the side hall used for storing miscellaneous items, half of it collapsed in the explosion, turning into a pile of black smoke-filled ruins.