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Pangu Hall.

The celebration of the great victory in the Investiture of the Gods has lasted for several months, but the lively atmosphere inside the hall has not diminished at all.

The female immortals gathered in the Moon Palace Wonderland in the backyard, playing mahjong, gossiping, and discussing the latest style of magic robes.

The ancestral shamans would play drinking games in the front hall, and the losers would go to the square to fight each other for fun, making the ground shake every day.

For most people in the Pangu Temple, this peaceful and tranquil life, where they could eat meat and drink wine to their heart's content, was simply paradise.

But for one monkey, this kind of life was worse than being in prison.

"This is boring, so incredibly boring!"

Lin Dasheng, carrying his dark, unremarkable golden cudgel, wandered aimlessly in the back garden, muttering to himself.

Since the Battle of Jiepai Pass, the prehistoric world has been so peaceful that he feels like his bones are about to rust.

There were no fights, no treasure snatching, and every day, besides being forced to cultivate by his mother Shiji, he just watched a group of uncles and elders get drunk and act crazy.

For a naturally war-mongering spirit stone monkey, such days were nothing short of torture.

He needs a thrill!

Just then, his eyes lit up and he saw his fifth uncle, Zhu Rong, lying under an old locust tree not far away, fast asleep with his big belly sticking out.

On Zhu Rong's chin, a few newly grown whiskers, which had taken a lot of effort to grow, fluttered proudly in the wind.

A mischievous grin instantly appeared on Lin Dasheng's face.

He crept closer, stretched out his monkey paw, and swiftly and decisively yanked at those few whiskers!

"Awooo—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, instantly echoed throughout the entire backyard of the Pangu Temple.

Zhu Rong clutched his smooth chin, tears streaming down his face from the pain. He leaped up from the ground, glaring at Lin Dasheng, who was holding a few whiskers and winking at him. He was furious.

"Lin Dasheng! You little bastard! I'm going to roast you into monkey jerky today!"

Zhu Rong, wielding the Heaven-Burning Halberd and engulfed in raging Southern Bright Fire, chased Lin Dasheng madly all over the courtyard.

"Hehe, Fifth Uncle, come and chase me!"

Lin Dasheng somersaulted a long way, made a face at Zhu Rong in mid-air, and had a great time.

Just as the man and the monkey were causing chaos, a voice filled with utter helplessness rang out.

"Stop right there, all of you."

Lin Xuan's figure appeared silently in the courtyard.

Looking at the furious Zhu Rong and the leaping Lin Dasheng, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He yanked Lin Dasheng down from mid-air, holding him by the scruff of his neck, and with his other hand, he expertly patted Zhu Rong's shoulder and shoved a yellow plum into his hand.

"Fifth Brother, calm down. I'll have Duobao make you a bottle of super-powerful hair growth pill later."

Zhu Rong took the yellow plum, took a bite in a huff, and his anger immediately subsided by more than half.

Lin Xuan then turned his head, his face stern, and looked at Lin Dasheng, who was still struggling in his hands.

"How many times have I told you? Don't mess with your fifth uncle's beard! It's his last vestige of dignity! But you just won't listen!"

"Go! Stand in the corner! You're punished to stand there for two hours! You're not getting any barbecue tonight!"

Lin Dasheng was thrown into the corner by Lin Xuan. Looking at his father's unquestionable gaze, he could only pout and reluctantly stand against the wall.

He was extremely resentful.

It's just a few whiskers! Is it really that big of a deal?

This lousy house is so boring and so strict. It's much more carefree and fun outside!

Yes! Get out!

I need to go out and make a name for myself, to achieve something great, and let them know that I, Lin Dasheng, am not just a brat who only knows how to pluck his beard!

A bold idea began to grow wildly in Lin Dasheng's mind.

While pretending to be punished by standing, he secretly observed the defensive array of the Pangu Palace with his keen eyes.

With the half-baked knowledge of array formations he learned from his fifth brother Lin Yun, and his own innate monkey-like intuition, he quickly discovered an extremely tiny, momentary weak point in the Nine Provinces Barrier caused by the flow of energy.

The opportunity is coming!

While Lin Xuan turned to comfort Zhu Rong, and everyone's attention was not on him, they took advantage of the moment.

Lin Dasheng's figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a fly, and silently slipped out through that weak point!

The next second, he had already appeared in the sky tens of thousands of feet above the Nine Provinces Barrier.

Looking back at the still brightly lit and bustling Pangu Palace, Lin Dasheng revealed a smug smile.

He transformed back into his monkey form and hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder.

"Hmph! Goodbye, boring home! I, Old Sun, am going out to make a name for myself!"