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The roar of the Lingxiao Palace shook the Three Realms.

Haotian, wearing a patched nine-dragon imperial robe and holding a god-slaying whip, stood outside the South Heavenly Gate.

Behind him were the chaotic remnants of the Heavenly Court army.

The remnants of the Tianwei Camp were not fully equipped.

The four Heavenly Kings, each holding a broken iron spear, had an increasingly grim expression.

Li Jing stood at the front of the line with his hands empty, exuding a sense of frustration that said, "I don't want to live, but I don't want to die either."

Behind them were Maitreya, Taiyi Zhenren, Julusun, Medicine Buddha, and a group of labor camp inmates who had been forced out by the God-Beating Whip.

This team is very poor.

But Haotian is in high spirits today.

Momentum isn't determined by the strength of the troops.

It mainly depends on who's desperately poor.

Haotian is desperate for money right now.

He painfully cut off the last few dilapidated immortal veins of the Heavenly Court and sent them to the Pangu Palace as an apology.

Before they could even catch their breath, the Haotian Mirror revealed that those old karmas had been swallowed up by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool of Mount Sumeru.

Can this be tolerated?

His Heavenly Court is so poor that they rely on Maitreya Buddha cleaning toilets to keep things in order.

Western religions still dare to steal.

This is like taking away his last piece of tattered clothing.

"Walk!"

Haotian raised the God-Slaying Whip.

"If I don't beat those two old bald monks to a pulp today, I might as well give up being the Heavenly Emperor."

Venus, who was listening nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

This is just empty talk.

If it were truly not the right thing to do, Haotian would be reluctant to let it go.

But this resentment really needs to be vented somewhere.

The void opened.

The Heavenly Army marched in a massive wave towards Xiniuhezhou.

Along the way, the heavenly soldiers had little will to fight.

But the prisoners had even less will to fight.

Even after Maitreya was whipped by the God-Slaying Whip, he was still sweating profusely from the pain on his back.

He cursed Haotian and Zhunti in his heart.

They cursed Haotian as a scoundrel.

They scolded Zhunti for not coming to save people.

As he continued cursing, he suddenly realized how ridiculous he was.

He used to teach in the West, and he heard "The West is thriving" every day.

I haven't seen it in Daxing yet.

They scoop out the manure every day, though.

Taiyi Zhenren, carrying a tattered wooden bucket, whispered to Julusun, "Do you think we really want to go to Mount Sumeru?"

Ju Liusun glanced at the God-Slaying Whip in Haotian's hand and immediately lowered his head.

"No, I'll double my pay if I clean the latrine."

Taiyi Zhenren shut up.

There is no dignity.

We should conserve our energy.

Before long, they arrived at Mount Sumeru.

What was once a holy site in the West is now in a state of stable ruin.

Only half of the mountain gate remains.

One side of the main hall collapsed.

A grayish-black stench was still emanating from the direction of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

From a distance, it doesn't look like a sacred place at all.

It looks like a dilapidated temple that has just been boiled with cheap hot pot broth.

Haotian's anger intensified when he saw the gray mist at the bottom of the pool.

Inside the Haotian Mirror, the lines of destiny were still trembling.

Although the rate of loss has slowed down, the traces are still very clear.

"Surround the mountain!"

Haotian gave the order.

The heavenly soldiers reluctantly dispersed.

The guards at Nantianmen were setting up their formation outside the sage's sacred site for the first time, and their legs went weak.

Li Jing stood in the front row, shook hands with his empty hand, and felt even emptier inside.

When there was a tower, at least he could still put things on.

Now even the things that were meant to be stored are gone.

Inside the main hall of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti had just cut off the receiving array and was still kneeling by the pool, dry heaving.

His right shoulder was rotting and blackened, and the essence of a saint was running rampant within his body.

The smell of the Heavenly Court's abandoned meridians is disgusting.

That's not poison.

Poison can be refined.

This is a pile of broken causes and effects mixed with years of filth, forcibly stuffed into the meridians of the sacred body.

Every time Zhunti circulated a trace of his magical power, he felt as if Maitreya's bucket for cleaning the latrine was swaying inside his primordial spirit.

Jieyin lay beside him, half of his face ashen.

His one eye stared blankly at the hole in the roof.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight huddled in the corner, no longer wanting to speak.

He is now allergic to the words "sound of water," "golden light," and "good news."

At that moment, Haotian's furious roar came from outside the mountain.

"Zhunti!"

"Guide them!"

"You two old bald monks who stole my luck, get out here right now!"

Zhunti suddenly looked up.

He was already feeling turbulent with anger and blood.

That shout shattered the last bit of blood energy he had been suppressing.

"Haotian?"

He struggled to sit up.

"What's he doing here?"

Sunlight Bodhisattva's throat was dry.

"Master Uncle, it seems... a lot of people from Heaven have arrived outside."

Zhunti's face turned ashen.

He scanned it with his divine sense and almost vomited again.

Haotian stood outside the broken mountain gate, holding the God-Slaying Whip in his hand, followed by heavenly soldiers and generals.

The most eye-catching were the list of labor camp inmates, including Maitreya.

Those former Western Sect disciples are now dressed in the clothes of celestial servants, carrying broken brooms and broken wooden buckets.

shame.

That's so embarrassing.

Haotian cursed again.

"That old bald monk, Zhunti!"

"I know that your Western religion is poor."

"But you're so poor that you steal my Heavenly Court's fortune, steal the karmic debts I've given up on my immortal veins, steal the last few breaths I have left. Are you even human?"

Zhunti's mind went blank for a moment.

Stealing luck?

Did he steal Haotian's fortune?

It was clearly that "vitality of the earth veins" that flowed into the Eight Treasures Merit Pool on its own.

wrong.

That was a scheme orchestrated by Lin Xuan.

It must be Lin Xuan.

Zhunti felt a tightness in his chest.

But he couldn't explain it.

Because the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is indeed being used for drawing.

He also activated the largest formation he could.

He even drank the water.

The karmic consequences in Heaven also originated from his pool.

The pot was shiny black and the lid was firmly on.

Zhunti gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk to the sky above the mountain gate.

His right shoulder was now hollow, his face was ashen, and there were still traces of stagnant energy in his body.

The saint's majesty remains.

But it's very dilapidated.

When Haotian looked up and saw Zhunti's appearance, he was initially frightened.

A saint is a saint after all.

But the next moment, he saw that Zhunti's right shoulder was rotten even more badly than the pillars of Heaven, and he also saw the God-Slaying Whip in his hand.

My courage has returned.

"You old bald monk, you still dare to show your face?"

Zhunti suppressed his anger.

"Haotian, there is a misunderstanding."

Haotian sneered.

"Misunderstand?"

He raised the Haotian Mirror.

The lines of fortune in the mirror clearly connect to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

"Your pool on Mount Sumeru is draining the karmic retribution from my depleted Heavenly Palace."

"You sat by the pool, drinking until your mouth was covered in ash."

"You're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"

Zhunti's face twitched.

That scene was truly awful.

He wanted to say that Lin Xuan had tampered with it.

But Lin Xuan did not appear on the causal line.

The Chaos Pearl completely covered everything.

The formation was a Sanskrit spirit-drawing formation taught by the West.

If word gets out, Haotian will only think he's reneging on his debt.

Jieyin flew into the air, his single eye filled with exhaustion.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian, the West and the Heavenly Court are both governed by the Heavenly Dao, why is it like this?"

Upon hearing this, Haotian became even angrier.

"Don't try to talk to me about the laws of Heaven."

"You bunch of bald monks who made the list are cleaning toilets in my Heavenly Court, chanting 'Western Compassion' every day."

"So your sect was stealing my fortune behind my back."

"I ask you, the Heavenly Court is so poor, yet you still steal? Have you lost your conscience?"

When Maitreya, standing at the back of the formation, heard the words "clean the toilets," his face flushed.

Zhunti glanced at Maitreya.

Maitreya immediately bowed his head.

This bowing of the head seems to confirm the West's guilty conscience.

Zhunti was so angry that his chest trembled violently.

"Haotian, don't let yourself be used."

"Lin Xuan must be behind this."

Haotian laughed angrily.

"Lin Xuan again?"

"If you get caught stealing, just say it's Lin Xuan."

"Your disciple is on the list, it's Lin Xuan."

"You were punished for kidnapping children, and you also mentioned Lin Xuan."

"What, is Lin Xuan your father? Why are you putting all the blame on him?"

Zhunti's vision went black.

That doesn't hurt much.

It is extremely humiliating.

He, a dignified saint, was being insulted to his face by Haotian, a former attendant of Zixiao Palace, and he couldn't even slap him to death.

Because if they take action, it will mean that the Heavenly Court and the Western Religion have officially turned against each other.

More importantly, his holy body is still blocked with impurities from the Heavenly Court's degraded meridians.

If a real fight breaks out, the old wounds will flare up.

Jieyin whispered, "Junior brother, be patient."

Zhunti took a deep breath.

It wasn't sucked in properly.

A foul, grayish odor surged upwards from his meridians.

"puff."

Two ounces of dark gold holy blood spurted out.

not much.

But it's very stable.

After spraying, Zhunti felt completely numb.

Haotian felt even more pleased when he saw the holy blood.

During this period, he was bullied by Lin Xuan to the point of being unable to lift his head.

Today, finally, a saint was verbally abused by him to the point of vomiting blood.

Cool.

So cool.

He swung the God-Slaying Whip.

"Chunti."

"I won't waste my breath on you today."

"Return your luck."

"Compensate the Heavenly Court for its losses."

"Otherwise, I will have your story of stealing the Heavenly Court's fortune from Mount Sumeru played on a loop outside the Thirty-Three Heavens."

Zhunti trembled all over.

He closed his one eye.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight was already thinking of kneeling down.

Haotian's words were not as immoral as the Lin family's children's.

But for Western religions today, this is fatal enough.

Outside the mountain gate, Venus cautiously approached.

"Your Majesty, the amount of compensation..."

Haotian turned around and glared at him.

Venus immediately whispered, "I'm just reminding you to start a little higher."

Haotian's eyes lit up.

Correct.

You can't be polite when it comes to collecting debts.

He raised the God-Slaying Whip and pointed it at Mount Sumeru.

"Cundi, Jieyin."

"The Heavenly Court's fortune has been lost, the South Heavenly Gate formation is incomplete, the crack in the Central Heavenly Pillar has widened, black bubbles are rising from the Immortal Transformation Pool, and my spirit has been damaged."

"In total, we'll compensate you with one million top-grade immortal stones."

Zhunti almost collapsed on the spot.

"One million?"

"Why don't you just rob it!"

Haotian sneered.

"I'm here to rob... no, to collect a debt."

The God-Slaying Whip trembled in his palm.

The labor camp inmates, including Maitreya, trembled under the weight of the whipping.

Haotian glanced back at them and suddenly thought of a more satisfying way to vent his anger.

Maitreya.

Maitreya felt a chill in his heart.

"His Majesty?"

Haotian pointed to Mount Sumeru.

"Come out here."

"Before your sect, curse them for stealing the Heavenly Court's fortune."

Maitreya froze.

Zhunti and Jieyin were also frozen in place.

The wind stopped.

Before the broken gate of Mount Sumeru, all eyes were on Maitreya.

Maitreya's throat bobbed.

Haotian raised his God-Slaying Whip.

"scold."

"If your insults aren't loud enough, today you'll go to the bottom of the Immortal Transformation Pool and drink the mud."

The fat on Maitreya's face jiggled.

He slowly took a step forward.

Zhunti roared, "Maitreya, how dare you!"

Maitreya glanced at Zhunti, then at the God-Slaying Whip in Haotian's hand.

The next moment, he closed his eyes and took a trembling breath.

"The Western religion...steals the Heavenly Court's fortune."

Haotian said coldly, "Speak louder."

Maitreya shrank his neck.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth wide.

"Those two old bald monks, Zhunti and Jieyin, stole the Heavenly Court's fortune—shameless!"

The anger that Zhunti had just suppressed surged up again on the spot.

Haotian nodded in satisfaction.

"continue."

Maitreya opened his eyes, his heart filled with utter despair.

Anyway, I've already cursed them.

It's better to scold them harsher so they get fewer lashes.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Mount Sumeru.

"You yourselves are dirt poor, yet you covet the broken bowls of Heaven."

"Western compassion relies entirely on stealing chickens."

"Master, Uncle Master, I am sorry, but I am more afraid of the God-Slaying Whip."

Zhunti rolled his eyes.

The guide stared wide-eyed.

Haotian suddenly burst into laughter.

"it is good."

"Very good."

"Pharmacist, Taiyi, Julusun, you all go up too."

"Today, we curse the mountain before the battle."

"Keep insulting them until they lose money."

Maitreya's face turned deathly pale.

Behind Zhunti, the Buddha's light surged, and he could barely contain his anger.

In the distance, a starship silently appeared in the void.

Lin Xuan sat on the soft couch with Li Jin'er in his arms, holding a glass of spiritual juice in his hand.

He looked at the scene at the foot of Mount Sumeru and chuckled softly:

"Jin'er, the dogfight has begun."

Li Jin'er leaned against him and nodded gently.

She watched as Zhunti was forced into silence, and her fingers slowly tightened around Lin Xuan's sleeve.

Lin Xuan raised his hand and casually magnified the water mirror.

In the scene, Taiyi Zhenren has been kicked to the front of the battle by Haotian.

Haotian raised the God-Slaying Whip and said coldly:

"Taiyi, you say the next thing."