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Faced with the almost insane saintly pressure from the Primordial Celestial Venerable, Lin Xuan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only curling his lips in disdain.

"Yuanshi, save your breath. You're half-dead now, and you still want to fight? Didn't you vomit enough blood just now?"

Before Yuanshi Tianzun could reply, Dijiang beside him snorted coldly and took another step forward. His claw, which was imbued with spatial rifts, was aimed without hesitation at Yuanshi Tianzun's neck.

At the same time, the enormous golden dragon of human destiny, which was 130,000 feet long, above the Pangu Palace let out a deafening roar. Its golden dragon eyes coldly locked onto the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and its mouth was slightly open, as if it was about to spew out a vast torrent of human destiny that was enough to annihilate the dharma image of a saint.

"You..." Yuanshi Tianzun's movements froze instantly. The saintly pressure he had just raised was forcibly suppressed by this double threat, and his old face turned as purple as an eggplant.

He knew that if he dared to make a move today, he would definitely not get away with it.

"Brother Yuanshi, calm down, calm down!" Zhunti hurriedly grabbed Yuanshi's sleeve, his face full of fear and pleading.

He was truly terrified now. Those lunatics from the Pangu Palace were capable of anything! If he really angered them, no one would have a good day.

On the flying boat, the Tongtian Sect Leader, never one to shy away from a good show, laughed heartily while clutching his wine gourd: "Hahaha! Pay up! Pay up! It's only right to pay debts! Yuanshi, weren't you the one who always followed the rules? What, now you want to renege on your debt?"

"I..." Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he trembled all over. He stared at Lin Xuan and gritted his teeth.

Ask him to hand over five million top-grade immortal stones? It would be easier to just kill him! The Chan Sect was already severely weakened after the Investiture of the Gods; where would they possibly come up with such a huge amount of wealth!

Just as things were at a stalemate, Lin Xuan seemed to lose patience.

"No money, huh?" He sneered. "No money? No problem. I heard that your Jade Void Palace, although it was flooded by demonic energy, was built with innate divine jade, right? And those pillars supporting the roof, were they made of ancient star iron? I think that's pretty good."

"Alright then, I won't make things difficult for you. You can pay with an equivalent amount of building materials instead of five million immortal stones. My Pangu Palace is currently undergoing expansion and is short of materials. We'll reluctantly accept your broken pillars and rotten floor tiles."

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun's face instantly turned even more ashen than that of a dead man.

Demolish his dojo? That's even worse than slapping him in the face!

However, looking at Lin Xuan's unquestionable gaze, and at the twelve Ancestral Witches and the Human Golden Dragon eyeing him menacingly, he knew that if he didn't bleed today, this matter would definitely not be over.

In endless humiliation and rage, Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes, trembling as he pulled out several pieces of Chaos Ore and Star Core that exuded a terrifying aura from his bosom, and with all his might, threw them fiercely at Lin Xuan's flying boat.

"Take it! Then get out of here!" He practically spat out those words through clenched teeth.

Lin Ze immediately had the members of the God of Wealth group come forward and carefully examine it with a jade ruler. Then, in a childish voice, he nodded to Lin Xuan and said, "Dad, the value is about right, that's enough."

"Okay." Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.

"That's a wrap, let's go home! Time for a celebration feast!"

The massive starship roared, turned around, and amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the powerful beings, tore through the void and returned to Mount Buzhou.

Only Zhunti and Yuanshi Tianzun remained, like two stone statues, tasting unprecedented humiliation and defeat in the chaotic cold wind.

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Inside the Pangu Hall, hundreds of tables had already been set up for a sumptuous banquet.

The group, who had returned triumphantly from Zixiao Palace, were now raising their glasses in celebration, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong got into another fight over a piece of roasted dragon kidney, while Tongtian Jiaozhu dragged Dijiang into a drinking contest, boasting about his bravery in front of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Lin Dasheng was excitedly telling a group of younger siblings how he smashed the fake monkey's leg with a stick, which made the group of mischievous children shout and admire him.

Just as the atmosphere was at its most intense, a maid suddenly ran out from the back hall with a look of anxiety on her face.

"Thirteen Ancestral Witches! Something terrible has happened!"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow: "What's the matter?"

The maid, panting, said urgently, "It's Madam Bai Jingjing! She...she seems to be giving birth!"

What?!

Lin Xuan instantly stood up from the soft couch, his smile vanishing, replaced by a look of solemnity and anticipation.

He flashed and disappeared from his original spot, tearing through space and appearing outside the birthing room in the back hall.

As soon as he got close, he sensed an extremely unique, cold yet indomitable aura of origin spreading wildly outward from the delivery room.

That aura was completely different from Bai Jingjing's innate white jade immortal bone origin, as if something more ancient and more powerful was about to be revived and descended into the world within her body!

"This aura..." Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he pushed open the door and went in. He saw Bai Jingjing lying on the bed with her brows furrowed and her face showing pain. A sword-shaped phantom was faintly appearing on her lower abdomen!