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The Western Sea was utterly silent.

The golden dust, shimmering ironically under the sunlight, drifted down slowly and eventually dissolved into the cold seawater.

The arrogant and domineering Arhat, who had attempted to wreak havoc in the West Sea Dragon Palace, had his golden body shattered by Lin Xuan's seemingly effortless slap across the vast void.

The entire West Sea Dragon Palace, from Dragon King Ao Run to all the elders and generals, was terrified.

They all stared wide-eyed at the sky, frozen in place, their minds blank.

Is this... the power of the thirteenth Ancestral Witch?

The golden body of an Arhat at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm was no different from paper in his hands? It was wiped out with a single slap?

This isn't just strong, this is abnormal! This is a monster!

Ao Cunxin sheathed her longsword and looked at the familiar yet domineering figure slowly emerging from the spatial rift. Her originally cold eyes instantly melted, filled with endless tenderness and admiration.

"My husband."

She called out softly, and in a flash, she was thrown into Lin Xuan's broad embrace.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all this." Lin Xuan gently ruffled her long hair, his tone tinged with apology.

"Now that you're here, I'm no longer feeling wronged." Ao Cunxin leaned against Lin Xuan's firm chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.

Lin Xuan comforted his wife before slowly turning his gaze to the chaotic Dragon Palace below. His eyes swept over the Third Prince Ao Lie, whose eyes were glazed over and who was still tearing at his collar, then looked at the broken incense burner on the ground, a chilling sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"It's Western religion again, and these despicable tactics again. They really haven't improved at all."

With a casual wave of his hand, a pure, perfected wood-elemental life force transformed into a green rain of light, showering down on Ao Lie.

Ao Lie shuddered, the toxic [Bewitching Incense] within him instantly being completely purified. His dazed eyes quickly regained their clarity, and when he saw Lin Xuan and his sister Ao Cunxin floating in mid-air, he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.

"Ao Lie... greets brother-in-law!"

"Alright, get up. This is none of your business," Lin Xuan said indifferently.

His gaze fell on Ao Lie, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Although he didn't know the complete script of Journey to the West by Hongjun, he could roughly guess from the previous incident with Marshal Tianpeng that these six were up to some kind of nonsense about undergoing tribulations to make up for karma.

Ao Lie, the Third Prince of the Western Sea... This identity, this way of appearing, looks exactly like that unlucky white dragon horse who will carry a monk to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures in the future.

Do you want the dragon prince to become a monk's mount?

Lin Xuan sneered inwardly.

Go dream!

He was of dragon blood, and especially since he was Cunxin's younger brother, he was also Lin Xuan's relative. To serve as a slave to a mere mortal with no strength to even kill a chicken? He couldn't bear the shame!

"Cunxin, I think this kid has good potential. It would be a waste to keep him in the West Sea," Lin Xuan said casually.

"Lin Hai, you're just missing a playmate. I think this little dragon is perfect. Why don't we take it back to the Pangu Palace and make it his ornamental dragon? It can also keep him company and help him practice his skills."

Upon hearing this, Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, and all the elders below were once again petrified.

Take...take the Third Prince of the West Sea back to the Pangu Palace and have him serve as...serve as a dragon for the newborn Prince Lin Hai?! A sparring partner?!

This...this is simply an incredible stroke of luck!

Let alone becoming an ornamental dragon, even becoming a mudfish guarding the gate in the back garden of Pangu Temple is an incredible opportunity that countless creatures would fight tooth and nail for!

What kind of place is Pangu Palace? The spiritual energy is so rich that you could wring water out of it. You can eat Huangzhong plums as fruit, five-needle pine as snacks, and even the leftovers would be enough for a Taiyi Golden Immortal level dragon to digest for hundreds of years!

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother-in-law is right! Brother-in-law is wise!"

Before Ao Lie himself could react, his father, the West Sea Dragon King Ao Run, was already so excited that he was incoherent and frantically kowtowing below.

"That brat Ao Lie is incredibly fortunate to be able to serve His Highness in the Pangu Palace! My West Sea Dragon Palace is truly honored!"

He now finds his third son increasingly pleasing to the eye, and wishes he could pack him up immediately, along with a few boxes of West Sea specialties, and send him to the Pangu Palace.

Upon hearing this, Ao Cunxin chuckled and rolled her eyes at Lin Xuan, exuding charm.

"Husband, you're bullying me again. Hai'er is still so young, she doesn't need any sparring partner."

That's what she said, but deep down she felt a sweet warmth. She knew her husband was standing up for their dragon clan, protecting them to the core. By intercepting the Journey to the West's cause and effect, it was tantamount to slapping the face of the Western Sect and the Heavenly Dao once again.

"It's settled then."

Lin Xuan was too lazy to waste any more words. With a wave of his hand, an irresistible force of spatial law surged out, directly rolling up the still bewildered Ao Lie, shrinking him to the size of a palm, and casually tossing him into his sleeve.

"Father, we'll head back now and come see you another day."

Lin Xuan put his arm around Ao Cunxin's waist and nodded to Ao Run below, as if to say hello.

Then, he tore open the space again, took his wife and Xiao Linhai, stepped into it, and disappeared without a trace.

Only the dragon princes and grandsons of the West Sea Dragon Palace remained, still immersed in immense joy and awe, unable to recover for a long time.

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The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian was hiding behind the dragon throne in an extremely lewd manner, staring intently at the Haotian Mirror in front of him. The mirror was broadcasting everything that was happening in the West Sea Dragon Palace in real time.

When he saw the Joyful Arhat being slapped into golden powder by Lin Xuan, he was so frightened that he shrank his neck and almost collapsed to the ground.

"How...how did Lin Xuan's strength get stronger again?!"

He was utterly terrified.

However, when he saw Lin Xuan take Ao Lie away in an extremely domineering manner, with the reason being to make him a "dragon for his son to admire," the fear on Haotian's face instantly turned into extreme anger and resentment!

Finished!

The script for Journey to the West, as entrusted by the Taoist Ancestor, has been ruined once again by this jinx!

The White Dragon Horse is gone!

How can the Journey to the West continue? If the Dao Ancestor punishes him, can he still keep his position as the Heavenly Emperor?

"Lin Xuan! You damned bastard! Do you really want to oppose me?!"

Haotian roared madly in his heart, an endless anger and a sense of powerlessness surging up in his heart.

He watched Lin Xuan's back as he walked away with Ao Cunxin in his arms in the mirror, and could no longer control his emotions.

He suddenly grabbed a glass teacup from the table beside him—one of the few complete pieces of furniture in the entire Lingxiao Palace.

"Bang!"

He used all his strength to smash the glass lamp to the ground, shattering it into pieces!

The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the empty, drafty hall, sounding so desolate and tragic.