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The sun shines brightly in the backyard of Pangu Temple.

Lin Xuan lay on the jade bamboo rocking chair, comfortably cracking sunflower seeds.

Shi Ji was peeling fresh lychees for him, her movements incredibly gentle.

Suddenly, the void ahead began to twist violently.

Three tiny creatures sneakily emerged from the crack.

It was none other than Lin Dasheng, Lin Huang, and Lin Hao, these three troublemakers.

Lin Dasheng, carrying his golden cudgel, walked at the front, his face full of pride.

Lin Huang held a dark, unremarkable stick in his hand, his face contorted in disgust.

Lin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant as if he had won a great victory.

Lin Xuan grinned and sat up straight.

"Where have you three little brats been running around again?"

Lin Dasheng chuckled and quickly moved closer to Lin Xuan.

"Dad, we're going to collect rent in heaven."

"That old bastard Haotian is too poor; he doesn't even have any decent stuff."

Lin Huang threw the black stick in his hand directly onto the white jade table, making a crisp sound.

"Dad, look at this piece of junk."

"It's all black and dark, even Uncle Wu would find it too bulky to use as a fire poker."

Lin Xuan stared intently, and his eye twitched violently.

Lying on the table was none other than the Heavenly Court's supreme divine weapon, the God-Slaying Whip.

This thing is a top-tier weapon specifically designed to counter the gods on the Investiture of the Gods list.

He had personally handed it over to Haotian to exploit Western church labor prisoners.

This old bastard couldn't even protect this treasure; he was completely disarmed by the brat.

Lin Xuan picked up the God-Slaying Whip and casually weighed it in his hand.

"If you manage to take this thing back, won't the Heavenly Court be thrown into chaos?"

Lin Hao gave a childish snort, his face full of disdain.

"He deserved it."

"Who told him to be poor yet pretentious? He couldn't even afford a decent gift for our first meeting."

Lin Xuan laughed heartily and reached out to pat his three sons on the head.

These three little guys have truly inherited his sixth brother's teachings.

They even dared to smash the Heavenly Emperor's rice bowl; they truly possess the domineering aura of the Pangu Palace.

Just then, the Great Dao-level Qi Control Talisman in Lin Xuan's arms suddenly trembled slightly.

A real-time image of the Heavenly Court flashed through his mind.

The public latrine area in Heaven was now filled with resentment.

Maitreya, leading more than a hundred Western-trained labor camp inmates, launched a complete riot.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they held latrine brushes and stinking swill buckets in their hands.

They were chasing after the celestial officials from the Heavenly Court, running around in a chaotic mess.

Haotian hid in the Lingxiao Palace, trembling with fear, and dared not even open the door.

Lin Xuan stroked his chin, a shrewd glint flashing in his dark eyes.

These Western-style bald monks really don't learn their lesson.

Without the suppression of the God-Slaying Whip, their inherent arrogance was fully exposed.

Maitreya, that fat guy, was whipped by Haotian until he rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

Now that the God-Slaying Whip is gone, he immediately became the leader of the rebellion.

These guys are causing more chaos in Heaven than the demolition team at Pangu Palace.

However, this is a perfect opportunity to train troops.

Lin Xuan turned his head to look in the direction of Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty.

The students of Dashang Martial Arts Academy have just gone through the third round of brutal graduation competition.

Including the previous two batches, Chi You's special cultivation army now boasts a total of 15,000 of the most ruthless elite graduates.

This time, 10,000 men were selected to form a special expeditionary force.

These guys are always fighting each other in the military camp, they're just looking for a place to bleed.

Using those riotous bald monks in Heaven as practice subjects is the perfect solution.

Lin Xuan grinned and pulled out a communication jade talisman from his storage space.

Without hesitation, he crushed it.

"Chi You, stop cooped up in the military camp."

"Take 10,000 special forces soldiers and go to the Heavenly Court for training exercises."

"And incidentally, help Haotian quell the rebellion."

Deep within the underworld, in the secret camp of the Great Shang Special Cultivation Army.

Chi You was shirtless, sitting on a large rock gnawing on a bloody bone.

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's telepathic message, he suddenly stood up.

A bloodthirsty, excited light instantly erupted from those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes.

"Men, here's your work."

"The thirteen ancestral witches ordered us to go to heaven and kill people."

Ten thousand specially selected soldiers from the Shang Dynasty, exuding a fierce aura, roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Although their highest cultivation level is only Earth Immortal, many of them are just beginners.

But their vitality was extremely strong, and their eyes were more ferocious than those of hungry wolves.

Each person gripped a standard-issue battle sword crafted from top-grade black iron tightly in their hand.

This is top-of-the-line equipment that Lin Xuan specially provided for them using the Xuan Iron ore from the Xiqi Kingdom's treasury.

Chi You laughed loudly and swung his great axe, tearing through the void.

"Let's go to the South Heavenly Gate."

Inside the Pangu Palace, Lin Xuan casually tossed the God-Slaying Whip into his storage space.

He stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked all over.

"How could we miss such a great show?"

He turned to look at Deng Chanyu, who had just come out of the side hall.

Deng Chanyu wore a set of light silver-white armor, looking heroic and exuding a powerful aura.

Despite her large, protruding belly, she still walked with a light and steady gait.

Lin Xuan walked over and grabbed her slender waist in an extremely domineering manner.

"Come on, let your husband take you for a ride in the sky and watch a show."

Deng Chanyu blushed, nodded obediently, and let him hold her.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Xuan conjured a giant hot air balloon that appeared out of thin air above the courtyard.

This hot air balloon is woven from colorful glass and top-quality fairy vines, and it is dazzling with light.

The hanging basket was incredibly spacious, and it was covered with a thick carpet of Arctic white fox fur.

Lin Xuan, carrying Deng Chanyu, leaped directly into the soft hanging basket.

The hot air balloon rose against the wind and instantly soared into the sky at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

Lin Xuan sat down at the white jade table and casually poured two cups of Hundred Flowers Immortal Wine.

He held Deng Chanyu in his arms, his view overlooking the entire Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court was now in complete chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.

Maitreya, accompanied by a group of bald monks, smashed the area near the South Heavenly Gate, leaving it riddled with craters.

The Four Heavenly Kings had long been crouching in the corner, heads in their hands, defending themselves, not even daring to pick up their weapons.

Mo Liqing clutched his head tightly, afraid of being splashed with the stinking swill.

Mo Lihai didn't dare to breathe loudly, wishing he could bury himself in the cracks between the floor tiles.

Maitreya stood on a collapsed stone pier, laughing wildly with a ferocious expression.

"Brothers, smash it hard!"

"Today we'll completely raze this damned Heavenly Court to the ground."

"That good-for-nothing Haotian actually dared to make us clean the toilets; he's practically asking for death."

"I want him to know that we disciples of the Western Church are not to be trifled with."

A group of monks were yelling and wildly waving their broken brooms and dung scoops.

They vented all their resentment on the magnificent buildings of Heaven.

The finest glazed tiles were smashed to pieces, and the white jade pillars were covered in nauseating filth.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian peered intently through the crack in the door at the horrific scene outside.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palms.

"Lin Xuan, you bunch of unlucky sons."

"They actually stole my God-Slaying Whip! This is outrageous!"

"Now that these bald monks are rebelling, what can I use to suppress them?"

Haotian was suffering in his heart; he had finally experienced the pleasure of being a tyrant.

Now everything is gone, and he doesn't even have the courage to go out and yell at people.

Yaochi, hiding in the secret passage of the back hall, rolled her eyes dramatically.

She had long seen through this good-for-nothing's true nature and couldn't be bothered to even glance at him.

High in the sky, Lin Xuan looked at Haotian's cowardly appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That old bastard, that's all he's got. He deserves to be ridden around and shit on people's heads."

Deng Chanyu leaned against Lin Xuan's broad, hot chest, covering her mouth and chuckling softly.

"My lord, can our Shang army handle this?"

"Those are elite disciples of the Western Sect, their cultivation levels are all quite high."

Lin Xuan pinched her cheek, his tone filled with unquestionable arrogance.

"My soldiers, even if they are ordinary people, can be crushed and rubbed into the ground by me."

"Just relax, eat your fruit and watch the show."

Deng Chanyu felt a warmth in her heart; this absolute sense of security made her completely relax.

She touched her prominently protruding belly, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness.

Just then, the void outside the South Heavenly Gate suddenly began to twist violently.

An extremely intense, bloodthirsty aura shot into the sky as if it were a tangible substance.

This malevolent aura was so pure that it forcibly dispersed even the ethereal celestial energy of the Heavenly Court.

Maitreya and the others froze, all turning their heads to look over.

A sense of extreme danger and foreboding rose in their hearts.