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

heaven.

Inside the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian was sitting on half of the dragon throne, holding the God-Slaying Whip in his hand again.

Maitreya lay on the ground wiping it.

Taiyi Zhenren and Julusun were carrying broken wooden buckets and passing by outside the hall with their heads down.

The Medicine Buddha, along with a group of convicts from the Western Sect, were digging in the mud in the direction of the Immortal Transformation Pool.

The entire Heavenly Court now resembles a giant construction site.

No.

It's even worse than a construction site.

At least there is wages for construction workers.

There is no Heavenly Court.

With the help of the God-Slaying Whip, Haotian finally rediscovered some of the joy of being a boss.

Anyone who dares to slack off will be lashed with a whip.

Even the disciples of a saint have to cover their heads and get out of there.

This kind of life is undignified.

But it made me feel better.

Just as Haotian was about to lash out at Maitreya with his whip, his expression suddenly changed.

He felt a sudden emptiness in his chest.

It's like someone forcibly scooped a spoonful from the heavenly fortune.

Haotian looked down at his palm.

The God-Slaying Whip trembled slightly.

The Heavenly Court's fortune is waning.

This is not normal wear and tear.

It was stolen.

Haotian's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Who?"

Maitreya looked up.

Seeing that Haotian's expression was off, he immediately pressed his face back against the floor tiles.

He's gotten smarter now.

When the Heavenly Emperor goes mad, feigning death is the only way to survive.

Venus rushed into the palace.

"Your Majesty, the auspicious energy patterns on the central pillar have cracked three more times."

"The spiritual energy of the thickened array at the South Heavenly Gate suddenly dropped."

"Black bubbles are also rising from the Immortal Transformation Pool."

Haotian suddenly stood up.

The broken dragon throne creaked.

He didn't have time to feel sorry for himself.

"Where has the luck gone?"

Venus wiped away his cold sweat.

"I am investigating."

"However, the direction in which the fortune is flowing is very strange."

Haotian grabbed the Haotian Mirror.

As soon as the mirror brightened, the remaining lines of destiny from the Heavenly Court emerged.

Those lines of destiny should have been circulating between the Lingxiao Palace, the South Heavenly Gate, and the Immortal Transformation Pool.

But now.

Six of the severed, dull threads were trembling wildly.

The end of the thread is not the Pangu Palace.

It wasn't a major merchant either.

Rather, it is the West.

Haotian's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Mount Sumeru?"

When Venus heard those three words, his legs went weak.

"Western religion?"

Haotian's hand holding the Haotian Mirror began to tremble.

He's most afraid of Lin Xuan lately.

My second fear is unruly children.

Thirdly, I'm afraid of losing money.

But now, the Western religion has actually stolen from him?

How poor is Heaven?

Even the Lingxiao Palace only has four pillars left.

Even the clouds in the garden of a hundred flowers were cut away by the Weaver Girl.

Even offering an apology only resulted in cutting off the withered immortal veins.

Western religions are stealing again?

Isn't this like robbing a beggar of his broken bowl?

Haotian's rage surged to the top of his head.

"Zhunti!"

"Guide them!"

"You two poor, bald monks, you've gone too far!"

Maitreya lay on the ground, his shoulders twitching slightly.

He wanted to laugh.

But he dared not.

Haotian immediately lowered his head.

Why are you shaking?

Maitreya immediately cried out, "Your Majesty, I am angry!"

"The Western religion is shameless; they even steal from the Heavenly Court."

"Although I was born in the West, I am now the head of the Heavenly Toilet."

"I am irreconcilably opposed to Western religions."

Haotian stared at him.

Maitreya kowtowed his head on the floor tiles.

"Your Majesty is wise."

Haotian sneered.

"it is good."

"Then you should go too."

Maitreya froze.

"Where to?"

Haotian swung his God-Slaying Whip and lashed it across his back.

"Go collect the debt."

Maitreya screamed in pain and rolled half a circle on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I'm just a toilet cleaner."

Haotian angrily retorted, "Aren't you sworn enemies with the Western Religion?"

"Perfect timing to choose sides."

Maitreya almost cursed the heavens in his heart.

Should we send him to Mount Sumeru?

Western religions are desperate for money now.

Seeing that he's listed as a traitor, it would be strange if we didn't tear him apart.

Venus quickly said, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

"This matter still needs to be investigated."

"If it is true that the Western Religion stole the Heavenly Court's fortune, there are probably many other implications behind it."

Haotian suddenly turned his head.

"Find out?"

"The Haotian Mirror has reflected it all."

"How could it possibly be fake?"

Within the Haotian Mirror, six lines of causal energy are flowing towards Mount Sumeru along a well-disguised earth vein passage.

The final destination was the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

You can even see a blurry image in the mirror.

Zhunti sat by the pool of merit, his face covered in soot, frantically making hand seals while spitting out blood.

The guide's face was covered in ash foam, and his single eye stared blankly.

This scene is incredibly convincing.

Haotian was completely stunned after reading it.

"Still saying it wasn't them?"

"They all drank it into the pool!"

Venus opened his mouth.

He wanted to say that this happened too coincidentally.

But seeing Haotian's face turn as red as black, he wisely kept quiet.

Now, anyone who tries to persuade them will be whipped.

Haotian has completely lost his mind.

He was poor.

He's a coward.

He was afraid of Lin Xuan.

But he had been feeling frustrated for too long.

Lin Xuan bullied him, and he endured it.

Because we can't beat them.

When the unruly child came to his door, he knelt down.

Because they really can destroy your house.

But what gives Western religions their right?

They themselves went bankrupt.

They even dared to steal the last bit of luck from the Heavenly Court.

Who can bear this?

Haotian swung his God-Slaying Whip, pacing back and forth in the hall.

With each step, the broken floor tiles crackled and splintered.

"Taibai".

Venus bowed its head.

"Your subject is here."

"Call someone."

Venus's heart skipped a beat.

How much do you want to order?

Haotian gritted his teeth.

"The remnants of the Tianwei Camp."

"The guards of Nantianmen."

"Huaxianchi Labor Camp Inmates"

"Bring out everything that can move."

When Maitreya heard the words "labor camp inmate," his scalp tingled.

He quickly replied, "Your Majesty, the prisoners are of low fighting strength and would be of no help even if they went."

Haotian kicked him.

"You are originally people of the Western religion."

"It's best to have you knock on the door."

"Anyone who dares to slack off, I will first smash their incense-burning divine body."

Taiyi Zhenren and Julusun originally wanted to slip away quietly.

Haotian glanced over at it.

"You two go too."

Taiyi Zhenren's face turned green.

"Your Majesty, we are disciples of the Chan Sect."

Haotian sneered.

"You are now part of the Heavenly Court's organization."

"Eat the incense offerings of Heaven, do the work of Heaven."

"If you keep talking nonsense, the number of latrines you clean will double."

Ju Liusun immediately lowered his head.

"Your subject departs."

Taiyi Zhenren gritted his teeth and could only lower his head.

His true spirit is now on the Investiture of the Gods list.

A single lash of the God-Slaying Whip hurts more than being blown up.

dignity?

It's long gone.

Haotian took the Haotian Mirror and looked at himself again.

The flow of energy in the direction of Mount Sumeru is still being lost.

Although the flow wasn't particularly heavy.

But each strand felt like it was cutting into his flesh.

Haotian was so angry that he laughed.

"Good, very good."

"I thought the Western religion was just poor."

"I never expected they would even covet my meager savings."

Venus cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, should we first send a report to the Purple Cloud Palace?"

Haotian glared at him.

"Pass me what?"

"By the time the Dao Ancestor approves, all my pillars will have been stolen."

Venus shrank his neck.

He knew it in his heart.

Zixiao Palace mostly pretends not to see these messy things now.

Especially since the Western religion had just been promised the Journey to the West by Hongjun.

If this were to go through the proper procedures, Zhunti and Jieyin would definitely cry again.

Despite all the crying, in the end, it was Heaven that suffered the most.

Haotian doesn't want to go through the proper procedures right now.

He wants to fight.

He wanted to collect the debt on the spot.

Even if you can't defeat a saint, you still have to make a big fuss about it.

At least the prehistoric world needs to know.

Lin Xuan wasn't the only one who could collect protection money.

Even Haotian can bite.

of course.

The easiest target to bite is the Western Cult, which has already been crippled by Lin Xuan.

Haotian raised the God-Slaying Whip.

"Pass on the order."

"All personnel currently employed by the Heavenly Court, assemble at the South Heavenly Gate within half an hour."

"Whoever fails to attend will have their incense burned for three thousand years."

"Anyone who dares to run away will be met with the God-Slaying Whip."

Venus accepted the order with a bitter face.

Outside the Lingxiao Palace, a chaotic scene of chickens flying and dogs barking soon broke out.

The Four Heavenly Kings, carrying their ordinary, broken spears, hurriedly ran to assemble.

At the edge of the Immortal Transformation Pool, a group of Western Catholic labor camp prisoners had just emerged from the mud when they were driven out by heavenly soldiers with whips.

Taiyi Zhenren and Julusun gritted their teeth as they carried the bucket.

The Medicine Buddha, his face covered in ash and mud, asked Maitreya in a low voice.

"Are we really going to Mount Sumeru?"

Maitreya's face was gloomy.

"You're asking me?"

"I can't even tell whether I'm a follower of the Western religion or the head of the Heavenly Toilet."

The Medicine Buddha remained silent.

That's so true.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian turned to look at Li Jing.

Li Jing had been keeping his head down, wishing he didn't exist.

But Haotian happened to see him.

"Li Jing".

Li Jing felt a chill in his heart.

"Your subject is here."

Haotian pointed to his empty hand.

"You have no tower left."

"It's convenient to be empty-handed."

"You lead the vanguard."

Li Jing almost knelt down.

"Your Majesty, I have just returned from the Pangu Palace and my injuries have not yet healed."

Haotian coldly said, "Your pagoda was shattered because of the incense and candle offering at Mount Ling."

"The Western religion is now stealing the Heavenly Court's fortune."

"Let's settle both old and new scores together."

"If you don't go, who will?"

Li Jing wanted to ask, "Why is this being blamed on me again?"

But he dared not.

Haotian has gone mad today.

Li Jing could only lower his head.

"I obey your decree."

Far away in the Trapped Sky Mountain.

Lin Xuanguan dropped the water mirror and, holding Li Jin'er's hand, prepared to return to the Pangu Palace.

Li Jin'er was unaware that things had already gone up in chaos in the Heavenly Court.

She only saw a few patches of tender green sprouting from the vegetation on Trapped Mountain.

I finally felt at ease.

"My lord, will Zhunti come to Trapped Sky Mountain to investigate?"

Lin Xuan said calmly, "He can't afford to worry about that for the time being."

"Someone will come after him first."

Li Jin'er was taken aback.

"Who?"

Lin Xuan tore open a spatial rift.

"A poor relative who just discovered his broken bowl had been stolen."

At the same time.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate.

Haotian, wearing a patched nine-dragon imperial robe, stood at the forefront, holding the God-Slaying Whip.

Behind him, the remnants of the Tianwei Camp, the Heavenly Soldiers, and the convicts on the list of labor reformers stood in a chaotic mess.

Haotian looked up to the west and roared as it rolled across the sea of ​​clouds.

"Gather your men."

"I'm going to Mount Sumeru to find those two old bald monks and make them regurgitate their fortune!"