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With Jieyin admitting defeat, the suffocating feeling on Mount Sumeru finally eased a bit.

Houtu withdrew her hand, and the earthy yellow light that filled the sky dissipated.

Zhunti lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with resentment, but his body betrayed him by not daring to move.

The feeling of being crushed just now was absolutely terrifying.

"It's good that you've accepted it."

Lin Xuan, fanning himself with a folding fan, swaggered up to the guide, looking like a wealthy landlord collecting rent.

"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, look at the mess this has made. We could have just signed a document and parted amicably, how harmonious! Instead, we had to fight, and now your junior brother is all battered like this. We'll have to repair the mountain, which will cost so much money."

The guide's lips twitched slightly.

Who the hell hit this person? Have they no shame?

But he dared not refute, and could only force a smile: "Yes, yes, we acted impulsively. Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan, we will repay the five million merits as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "That won't do. Everyone in the West knows how poor you are. How long is 'as soon as possible'? A great kalpa? Or until the primordial world is shattered?"

"This..." The speaker trailed off.

Indeed, they are truly broke now. They used up all the merit they gained from achieving sainthood, and now their pockets are emptier than their faces.

"Then, as you wish, fellow Daoist..."

"Simple."

Lin Xuan snapped his fingers. "No money? Then pay with your body... oh no, pay with your labor."

He pulled out the still-valid contract from his pocket and pointed to the terms on it.

"I'm not an unreasonable person. Since you have no merit, then send someone."

Lin Xuan pointed to the few scattered disciples in the west, as well as the beings who had just been converted.

"From today onwards, you disciples of the Western Sect will take turns going to work in the underworld. What will you do? There's nothing technically demanding; you'll just chant scriptures for those evil spirits and help them release their resentment."

"You'll earn one point for each evil spirit you help to be saved. The calculation will end when you've accumulated enough points to earn interest on five million merits."

Upon hearing this, Jieyin's face turned green.

Should we send the disciples of Western religions to the underworld to chant scriptures?

That's the underworld! It's filled with eerie, gloomy energy. If our own disciples go there, how can they possibly achieve enlightenment? Isn't that just free labor?

"This...this might not be appropriate, would it? We disciples of the Western Sect still need to cultivate ourselves..."

"Cultivation my ass!"

Before Lin Xuan could speak, the Tongtian Sect Leader interrupted.

"Going to the underworld to deliver the souls of the dead is a great act of merit! It helps the underworld to function! Isn't that the best form of cultivation? What? Jieyin, do you look down on the underworld? Do you look down on Lady Pingxin?"

As Tongtian spoke, he polished the Qingping Sword in his hand until it gleamed, his eyes glancing at Jieyin's neck.

Jieyin shuddered.

That's an overstatement. Does he dare to say he looks down on us?

Moreover, Houtu was looking at him coldly, her eyes clearly saying: If you dare to say no, I will have slapped you just now.

"Okay! I agree!"

Jieyin gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding.

This isn't about becoming a saint; it's more like hiring a long-term outsourced cleaning team for the underworld!

"readily!"

Lin Xuan laughed heartily, "Then it's settled. Oh, and there's also compensation for emotional distress, lost wages, and shock..."

Lin Xuan counted on his fingers.

"Zhunti scared me just now, my heart is still pounding. And my sister, she came all this way, shouldn't we pay for her travel expenses? And Brother Tongtian's sword... cough cough, we can't skimp on his appearance fee either, can we?"

Zhunti, lying on the ground, almost fainted from hearing it.

I've been beaten up like this, and you still want me to pay you for emotional distress?

"Here you go!" The guide closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind. "Western religions will cede thirty percent of their fortune to the underworld as an apology."

"Buzz!"

As the words of guidance fell, the already scarce golden dragon of fortune from the Western Sect let out a mournful cry, and a large piece was forcibly torn off and flew towards the direction of the underworld.

Lin Xuan felt a wave of comfort wash over him.

Even though the luck isn't much, every little bit helps.

"Alright, that's a wrap!"

Lin Xuan put away the contract with satisfaction and waved to Tongtian and Houtu.

"Sister, Brother Tongtian, let's go to the Underworld for a drink! It's my treat today, let's have a good meal!"

Houtu nodded, not even glancing at the two saints, and turned to step into the void.

Tongtian then made a face at Zhunti: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, take good care of your injuries. Don't let your hands slip so easily next time, or I'll slip too."

After saying that, he followed Lin Xuan away.

Only the two newly ascended saints remained atop Mount Sumeru, bewildered in the wind.

Zhunti struggled to his feet, touching his bald head and half-missing ear, and finally couldn't hold back his tears.

"Senior brother... being a saint is just too stifling..."

Jieyin sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Just bear with it. As long as we're alive, there's hope. Hurry up and select a group of disciples to send to the underworld. This debt... we can't escape it."