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The wedding-kidnapping team returned to the Pangu Palace in a grand procession. After Lin Xuan settled Long Ji in, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the God-level Choice Mission: Lead your entire family to steal the bride.]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect. Not only did they kidnap the person, but they also gave the Heavenly Emperor a haircut while they were at it.]

[Reward: 1x Red Thread of Fate (Forced Binding Version)]

Lin Xuan now held a red rope in his hand. The rope looked ordinary, but it exuded an extremely domineering aura of law.

"Forced binding, transcending races, transcending time and space..." Lin Xuan muttered the instruction manual, his smile gradually becoming wicked.

If this thing were used by ordinary people, it would be considered a mismatched marriage, a disgrace to one's virtue. But if it were used by certain shameless saints, it would be called "helping others achieve their goals," or "compassion."

"Who is it for?"

Lin Xuan mentally reviewed the list of his enemies.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable? No way. If that old fogey really arranged some strange marriage for him, he'd probably be so ashamed and indignant that he'd drag the entire prehistoric world down with him and self-destruct. It would be satisfying, but the risk was too great.

Lao Tzu? That old man is quiet and inactive all day long. Tying a red thread to him probably wouldn't elicit any reaction. He might even come up with a set of "Tao Te Ching on Yin and Yang Cultivation" for you. How boring.

Lin Xuan's gaze finally settled on the west.

"Zhunti, you old codger, even though you've been secluded in the mountains lately, you haven't stopped cursing me behind my back, have you?" Lin Xuan chuckled.

Last time, this old bald guy tried to steal a child, but he ended up being burned to a crisp by the newborn Lin Yan. That grudge is now firmly established. Moreover, this guy is not pure in the six senses; he has all the vices of greed, anger, and ignorance. If you were to arrange a "heart-wrenching" love affair for him, well, let's just say the scene is... well, let's just say it's not perfect.

But the question is who to tie the other end to.

Ordinary fairies? No, they are not worthy of a saint's status.

Too beautiful? Wouldn't that be giving him a bargain?

Lin Xuan stroked his chin, his divine sense directly piercing through space, sweeping towards the chaotic void beyond the primordial wilderness.

That place is a chaotic zone formed from the remains of a chaotic demon god, inhabited by all sorts of bizarre creatures. They are quite haphazard in appearance, completely disregarding aesthetics and only concerned with survival.

Soon, Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.

He discovered a huge creature in a secluded corner of the chaotic currents.

This thing was the size of a small mountain, covered in purplish-black tentacles, each covered with countless suckers, some even with barbs. The most amazing thing was its face—if you didn't count the dozens of haphazardly growing eyes, all that was left was a gaping maw filled with sticky green saliva.

Void Giant Mouth Beast.

This thing has no intelligence, it only knows how to eat, and it has a terrible temper, biting anyone it catches.

"You're the one!" Lin Xuan snapped his fingers. "Although you're a bit ugly, you have a lot of tentacles, so you can definitely take good care of Zhunti."

Lin Xuan didn't waste any words and directly used the power of the Chaos Pearl.

Space twisted, and a gigantic void hand appeared out of thin air in the chaos, grabbing the neck of the void beak beast that was gnawing on a rock—if it even had a neck.

"roar--!"

Just as the big-mouthed beast tried to resist, it was suppressed by the aura of the Chaos Pearl and could only be dragged into the primordial world like a kitten whose fate was being squeezed by the scruff of its neck.

"Bang!"

Dust billowed in the open space behind the Pangu Temple. The Big Mouth Beast, thrown to the ground, was still thrashing about.

Lin Xuan pinched his nose and walked over. The smell was too strong, like rotten salted fish that had been sitting out for eight hundred years.

"Come, come, I'll find you a good home." Lin Xuan tied one end of the red thread to the thickest tentacle of the big-mouthed beast.

The moment the red thread was tied, it disappeared.

Immediately afterward, Lin Xuan made a hand seal and chanted, "A thousand-mile marriage is tied by a single thread, old man Zhunti, receive your true love!"

With a flick of his wrist, the other end of the red thread seemed to have eyes, and it shot into the void, heading straight for Mount Sumeru in the west.

At this moment, Mount Sumeru was shrouded in gloom and desolation.

The main hall is half collapsed and has not been repaired yet. The water in the merit pool has dried up. Even the Bodhi tree at the entrance has been burned to charcoal by Zhu Rong and stands there bare. It's heartbreaking to see.

Zhunti was sitting cross-legged on a half-lotus platform, healing his injuries.

He looks rather pathetic right now. His left buttock was bitten by Di Ting, and his right buttock was burned by Lin Yan. He can only sit sideways now, in a rather seductive posture.

"Lin Xuan... the Witch Clan... I swear I will not become a Buddha until I avenge this!" Zhunti gritted his teeth, his eyes overflowing with resentment.

Just then, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.

It was as if something had gently plucked a string in his heart.

That feeling was tingling and numb, like the spring breeze blowing across Lugu Lake, or like a girl whispering in your ear during your first love.

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhunti was taken aback.

He's a saint, indestructible and with a heart as firm as a rock. How could he suddenly have this feeling of palpitation?

Could it be... a sign from the Great Dao? Is a great opportunity about to arrive?

Zhunti was secretly delighted. Indeed, after suffering so much misfortune, surely Heaven should reward him?

This feeling grew stronger and stronger, guiding him to look eastward.

"In the East! My destiny lies in the East!" Zhunti was so excited he almost fell off his lotus platform. "And this aura... so strong, so unrestrained, it must be what was destined for me..."

Before he could figure out what destiny meant, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky.

The red thread ignored the protective array of Mount Sumeru and the golden light protecting the saint's body, directly wrapping around Zhunti's wrist before disappearing instantly.

next second.

Zhunti was startled.

The images in his mind changed.

What he initially perceived as some kind of innate treasure or peerless spiritual root suddenly transformed into a face.

A face covered in tentacles, drooling green saliva, and with eyes that grow out of shape.

But in Zhunti's eyes at this moment, this face changed.

Those tentacles were so soft and boneless, so alluring.

The green viscous liquid was so crystal clear, just like jade.

Those wildly growing eyes were full of untamed beauty, each one seemingly electrifying him.

"Oh... there are such perfect beings in this world..." Zhunti murmured to himself, his eyes glazed over, and a suspicious trickle of liquid even dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The Taoist priest next to him was resting with his eyes closed when he heard the noise. He opened his eyes and was startled to see his junior brother looking so aroused.

"Junior brother? What's wrong? Has your injury flared up again?" Jieyin asked quickly.

Zhunti turned his head, looked at Jieyin with a look of disdain: "Senior brother, you don't understand. I feel... the call of love."

The respondent was met with a "???"

What is that? Love?

You're a monk! Although our Western religion doesn't forbid marriage, you're a saint! What kind of love are you trying to have?

Before Jieyin could react, Zhunti suddenly stood up, ignoring the pain in his buttocks, and opened his arms, calling out affectionately to the east.

"Come, my love! I can feel your passion!"

At the same time, the Void Giant-Mouthed Beast, far behind the Pangu Palace, seemed to sense something. Its dozens of eyes lit up simultaneously, and it let out an excited roar.

"Roar—!" (Husband—!)

It suddenly broke free from the ground's restraints, using all eight tentacles, and like a giant sea urchin, it raced westward.

Lin Xuan stood atop the hill, watching the Big Mouth Beast's departing figure disappear into the distance, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Go, Pikachu... oh no, Zubat. Go and give the Western Cult a little shock from the Witch Clan."