Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Zhunti now feels incredibly strong.

The power to destroy the world with a mere gesture swelled his heart, which had been suppressed for countless years. What were underground contracts and usurious loans? In his eyes, those were just compromises he had to make to achieve sainthood.

Now?

Lao Tzu is a sage!

Saints are the rules!

"Lin Xuan, listen to me carefully."

Holding the Seven Treasures Tree and standing on a golden lotus, Zhunti hovered in mid-air, looking down at Lin Xuan's illusory figure.

"That act of merit was given voluntarily by you; it was your offering to the saint. As for that contract..."

Zhunti sneered, extended a finger, and touched his forehead.

"Break it!"

A golden light imbued with the laws of sainthood slammed into the black mark between his brows. He tried to use brute force to erase the mark that represented debt.

"Why should I pay back money I borrowed through my own abilities?!"

Zhunti uttered this utterly shameless statement with such confidence and conviction.

The guide watched in horror, but it was too late to stop it.

"Buzz—!"

The golden light clashed with the black markings.

The expected scene of the mark shattering did not occur. Instead, the black mark seemed to be enraged, suddenly flashing a red light.

"Sizzle!"

It was like a red-hot iron being branded onto pigskin.

"ah--!"

Zhunti suddenly let out a scream, covered his head with both hands, and tumbled in the air.

The black mark not only didn't fade, but it burrowed even deeper, even tightening around his soul along the causal lines. The pain wasn't physical, but a tearing sensation deep within his soul.

"How is this possible?! I am a saint! I am immune to all magic!" Zhunti roared in disbelief, his head covered in sweat from the pain.

Lin Xuan stood below, watching him like he was watching a monkey show, and even took out a recording stone to record the scene.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Zhunti, do you have some misunderstanding about 'the spirit of contract'?"

Lin Xuan shook his head, his face full of disdain.

"That contract was written in the very essence of the earth, and it bears the witness of the Great Dao. Even if it were the old man Hongjun himself, let alone a newly initiated saint like you, he wouldn't dare renege on it so easily. And you, you're trying to smash the pot after you've just finished eating?"

"You...you plotted against me!" Zhunti pointed at Lin Xuan, his fingers trembling.

"Calculation? That's called business rule." Lin Xuan shrugged. "Besides, you made a good point earlier. 'Why should you pay back money borrowed through your own abilities?' Fine, since you want to rely on your own abilities, then let's have a go?"

Zhunti endured the excruciating pain and steadied himself. Although he had just suffered a loss, he still didn't believe he would lose to Lin Xuan.

After all, the contract could only cause him pain, but it couldn't kill him.

If he kills Lin Xuan, the creditor, then no one will be able to collect the debt, right?

There's nothing wrong with this logic.

"Lin Xuan, you're nothing but a piece of trash relying on the protection of the Ancestral Witches." Zhunti's eyes were filled with venom. "Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and destroy you, this scourge that disturbs the primordial world! Once you're dead, this contract will naturally be null and void!"

Having said that, Zhunti no longer hesitated.

He suddenly swung the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand.

"Seven Treasures Divine Light, sweeping away nothing!"

A dazzling torrent of seven colors, carrying the killing intent of a saint, slammed directly into Lin Xuan's illusory figure, and even followed the connection of the illusory figure to head straight for the Netherworld's true form.

If this blow lands, it could blast half of the gates of the underworld down.

The guide tried to stop him: "Junior brother! Don't disturb the underworld!"

But Zhunti's eyes were already red with anger, and he couldn't listen to anything.

Faced with this devastating attack, Lin Xuan didn't even try to dodge. He simply stood there, his smile vanishing, replaced by a cold indifference as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You're asking for it."

Lin Xuan took out a copy of the contract from his pocket.

"Since you want to play hardball, then I'll show you who the real creditor of this primordial world is."

Lin Xuan gently pinched his fingers.

"Click."

The copy of the contract was crushed.

next second.

The entire western sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun; rather, the entire sky was covered by a deeper, more profound force.

The earth began to tremble, and Mount Sumeru, the ancestral mountain of the West, let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

"Boom!"

A beam of earth-yellow light shot up from the depths of the earth, directly blocking Zhunti's Seven Treasures Divine Light.

"Bang!"

The saint's attack was easily shattered by this pillar of light.

Immediately afterwards, a clear, majestic voice, carrying the aura of an unparalleled emperor, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Who dares to touch my brother?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhunti's previously arrogant demeanor instantly vanished as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

Jieyin's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in disbelief:

"Empress Pingxin?!"