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Moon Palace Wonderland, a secluded garden with the most abundant spiritual energy.

Bai Jingjing leaned back on the soft couch made of ancient warm jade and mica, covered with a thin quilt of ice silk sewn by the Weaver Girl herself. Her complexion had regained its rosy hue, and she exuded a holy and gentle aura.

Nourished by Lin Xuan's top-grade spiritual medicine and Taiyin Origin Liquid, which he spared no expense in using, not only was her Origin depleted during childbirth fully replenished, but her cultivation also showed faint signs of another breakthrough.

She looked around and saw the Queen Mother of the West carefully feeding Xiao Linzhan juice diluted a hundred times, while Nuwa gently combed the little guy's meridians with the power of creation. Yunxiao, Wudang Holy Mother, and other sisters were gathered around the cradle, discussing what kind of protective robes they should make for the little guy.

This meticulous care and warm, lively family atmosphere were something she had never experienced in the past hundreds of thousands of years.

Back then, she was just a lonely skeleton on White Tiger Ridge, suffering the cold stares of the world. Later, she was tricked by Zhunti and a vicious curse mark was planted on her. She struggled in endless pain and despair, thinking that she would eventually turn into a bone demon who only knew how to kill.

It was that man who descended like a god, pulling her out of the abyss in the most domineering and unreasonable way.

He not only gave her a new life, but also a home.

A home that truly allows her to let down her guard and be strong, a home where she can feel warmth and affection.

Bai Jingjing's eyes reddened without her realizing it, and a crystal tear slid down her perfect cheek.

"Jingjing, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?" Houtu, who was standing nearby, was the first to notice and quickly asked with concern.

"No...no." Bai Jingjing quickly wiped away her tears, a genuine and incredibly happy smile spreading across her face. "I'm just...so happy."

Her words made the female immortals present exchange knowing smiles, everything understood without being said.

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A month later, Pangu Palace was once again decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and a banquet of five hundred tables was set up to celebrate the full moon of the new member Lin Zhan.

This time, the main guests at the banquet, besides the Pangu Palace family, included Tongtian Jiaozhu and the myriad immortals of the Jiejiao sect who had come from Jin'ao Island to celebrate.

The square was bustling with activity.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, for some trivial matter, took off their shirts and, shirtless, sprayed each other with the laws of water and fire in a corner, which became a regular activity for the disciples of the Jie Sect to place bets.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, without any airs of a saint, dragged Dijiang and Lin Xuan into a drinking contest, getting his face flushed red, and boasting with a thick tongue about how he had cleaved Zhunti's arm with a single sword strike in front of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Just as the atmosphere was at its most intense, Xiao Linzhan, who was being held in Houtu's arms, seemed to find the surroundings too noisy and frowned slightly.

His big, dark eyes darted around, then his gaze settled on his fifth uncle, Zhu Rong, who was gesticulating wildly and spitting as he spoke.

Xiao Lin's chubby little hand casually waved in the direction of Zhu Rong.

"call out!"

A white sword aura, thinner than a strand of hair and almost imperceptible, instantly pierced through the air!

Zhu Rong was in high spirits and had no guard up at all.

The sword energy did not attack his body, but instead, with extreme precision and silence, it sliced ​​through a crimson wine gourd hanging at his waist.

"Pfft—"

A soft sound.

Zhu Rong's precious wine gourd, made from top-grade fire jade and capable of withstanding the tempering of the Southern Ming Fire, had a hole the size of a pinhead pierced at the bottom!

Inside, the exquisite Fire Marrow Immortal Wine that he had treasured for over a thousand years poured out like a floodgate opening, making the ground beneath his feet sizzle.

Zhu Rong felt a heat beneath her feet, looked down, and froze instantly.

He was stunned for three seconds, then let out a deafening scream filled with endless grief and heartache!

"Ahhh! My wine! My ancient Fire Marrow Brew!"

He frantically tried to plug the small hole, but the wine leaked out too quickly and was gone in the blink of an eye.

Holding the empty wine gourd, Zhu Rong knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, as if all his energy had been drained away.

"Hahahaha!"

Upon seeing this, the entire audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous laughter!

Gonggong laughed the most exaggeratedly, rolling around on the ground, pointing at Zhurong and yelling, "Retribution! Zhurong, you fool! Serves you right for burning my new shoes last time! This is retribution!"

Lin Xuan was both amused and exasperated. He looked at his son, who was still innocently blowing bubbles after poking the gourd, and shook his head helplessly.

This kid's talent for causing trouble has clearly surpassed his master's.