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A human tribe, under a big tree at the village entrance.

Jia Youyuan (Mile) is sitting cross-legged, telling stories to a group of elderly people.

"It is said that in the Western Paradise, the ground is covered with gold, and the tiles are made of lapis lazuli; there is no suffering, only happiness..."

He spoke with great enthusiasm and passion, his words flowing freely.

The surrounding villagers listened with rapt attention.

"Young Taoist priest, how can we get to that paradise?" an old man asked.

"Simple." Jia Youyuan narrowed his eyes, like a fox stealing cream. "As long as you silently recite 'Goodness of the Sage Zhunti' every day, and then donate your surplus grain to this humble Taoist priest, this humble Taoist priest will help you accumulate merit..."

Just as he was getting into his charade...

Sudden.

A whooshing sound came from overhead.

"boom!"

A huge black shadow fell from the sky and slammed hard onto the ground in front of him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It was a golden brick.

Jia Youyuan was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue.

"Who?! Who dares to be so insolent before me?!"

The smoke and dust cleared.

Five children, some of whom were about half-grown, plus an infant being held in someone's arms, were lined up in a row, blocking the entrance to the village.

The boy in the lead grinned wickedly, tossing another brick in his hand.

"You fatso, you're pretty good at this, huh? Trying to freeload again?"

When Jia Youyuan saw these faces, especially Lin Tian's signature wicked smile and the fireball in Lin Yang's hand that gave him nightmares, he was struck by their beauty.

His legs went weak instantly.

"It's...it's you?!"

Without saying a word, Jia Youyuan turned and ran.

He didn't even want the two eggs he had just tricked into coming out of the bowl.

"Run? Where to run?"

Lin Yue snorted coldly and waved her small hand.

Absolute zero!

Click!

The ground beneath Jia Youyuan's feet instantly froze.

He slipped and fell flat on his face, sliding several meters away.

"Ouch!"

Jia Youyuan screamed in agony, and before he could even get up, he was bound like a rice dumpling by several vines.

Lin Ling'er clapped her hands: "Done."

The villagers were dumbfounded.

"This...this is a battle of gods?"

Lin Tian walked over and stepped on Jia Youyuan's butt.

"Still trying to fool us? Weren't you quite the talker just now? Like, 'Gold is everywhere'?"

Jia Youyuan knew he couldn't escape.

His eyes lit up, and he decided to use his last trump card—his silver tongue.

This is the signature skill of Western religions: they can bewitch people's hearts through language and even shake the resolve of cultivators.

"Young benefactors, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

Despite the pain, Jia Youyuan forced a smile onto her face.

"I am an old acquaintance of your father; we are family. Look, I have some Western candies and interesting scriptures here, if only you would let me go..."

His voice had a strange, pleasant quality that made people want to nod in agreement.

Lin Tian's eyes glazed over for a moment.

The fireball in Lin Yang's hand also dimmed a little.

Just then.

Lin Huang, who was being held in Lin Ling'er's arms, suddenly frowned.

He hated the fat man's voice.

Noisy.

"Eee-ya!" (Shut up!)

Lin Huang stretched out his chubby little hand and reached out to grab Jia Youyuan from a distance.

brush!

A five-colored divine light flashed by.

Jia Youyuan continued rambling on: "...Uncle will take you to the West to play in the future..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because he discovered that his mouth was empty.

The tongue... is gone!

"Waaaaah?!" (Where did my tongue go?!)

Jia Youyuan opened his mouth wide in horror, only to find it completely empty, not even the root of his tongue remained.

In Lin Huang's small hand, he was holding something pink that was still wriggling.

The little guy glanced at it with disdain, thinking it wasn't fun and wasn't shiny, and tossed it aside.

Snapped.

The tongue fell to the ground and was swallowed by Lin Long.

"It's a bit chewy, like duck tongue," Lin Long commented.

The entire room fell silent.

Even Lin Tian couldn't help but swallow.

"The fourteenth prince... he's a ruthless man."

Jia Youyuan completely broke down.

The tongue is gone!

His verbal skills, which he relied on for survival, have been rendered useless!

And he was ruined by a little baby!

Despair, shame, and fear instantly filled his heart.

"Waaaaah!!!" (This is outrageous!!!)

Jia Youyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the little bit of spiritual power that had just accumulated in his body began to reverse wildly.

He's going to self-destruct!

Even if we can't kill these brats, we'll blow up this human tribe to disgust Lin Xuan!

"Want to die? Did you even ask me?"

A detached voice suddenly rang out in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a finger reached out from the clouds.

The finger moved slowly, ignoring the distance, and gently touched Jia Youyuan's brow.

puff.

It's like popping a balloon.

The spiritual energy that had just surged within Jia Youyuan's body dissipated instantly.

His body went limp and he collapsed.

A tiny speck of light, the size of a mung bean, was his true spirit, which was forcibly drawn out by that finger.

"receive."

Lin Xuan's figure appeared.

He took out a golden scroll (a replica of the Investiture of the Gods) and sealed the true spirit inside it.

at the same time.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The place lacked its usual solemnity and grandeur; instead, it was filled with an indescribable stench.

Beside the ruins of the Mahavira Hall.

Zhunti wasn't meditating; instead, he was lying "happily" amidst a bunch of purplish-black tentacles.

The enormous Void Beast was sucking on Zhunti's entire head like a pacifier, gulping down the saint's overflowing spiritual energy.

"Oh...darling, your kisses are still so passionate..."

Zhunti's voice came out in a muffled tone from the Big Mouth Beast's throat, his hands still affectionately stroking the barbed suckers on the Big Mouth Beast's body.

The Taoist priest beside him had his back to the scene, his hands tightly covering his ears, and he was frantically chanting the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" in an attempt to resist this spiritual pollution.

Just then.

A sudden change has occurred!

"puff!!!"

Zhunti, who was being held in the mouth, suddenly stiffened, and then a large mouthful of golden holy blood spurted out, all of it pouring into the throat of the big-mouthed beast.

"Huh?!" (Hot hot hot?!)

Startled by the scalding holy blood, the big-mouthed beast suddenly shook its head and spat out Zhunti like a date pit.

boom.

Zhunti crashed heavily to the ground, his body covered in green slime and golden blood, looking extremely disheveled.

"Junior brother! Are you alright? Did that monster suck your brains out?!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Jieyin turned around with delight (finally, he wouldn't have to watch any intimate scenes) and quickly ran over to help Zhunti up.

Zhunti didn't bother wiping the sticky liquid off his face. His face was ashen, and he clutched his chest, staring intently at the east. The "love" in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming resentment.

"Miro... is completely gone."

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "Moreover... I sensed that the Western Sect's fortune suddenly collapsed by a large margin! That's the foundation of the future Buddha!"

"What?!" Jieyin exclaimed in shock. "Wasn't Maitreya reincarnated? How could he...?"

"It's Lin Xuan! It's definitely that beast Lin Xuan!"

Zhunti roared, and because he was so excited, the big-mouthed beast thought he was flirting and stretched out another tentacle to wrap around his waist.

Normally, Zhunti would have slapped it long ago, but under the influence of the red thread, he subconsciously rubbed against the tentacle and continued to rage.

This scene made Jieyin's stomach churn.

"This is outrageous! It's not enough to just rub my face in the dirt; now you want to destroy the very foundation of my Western Religion!"

Zhunti looked at the empty hall, at the dried-up merit pool, and then at his own inhuman and ghostly state.

A hint of madness flashed in Zhunti's eyes, and he even ignored the big-mouthed beast licking his face.

His gaze pierced through the void and landed on a corner of the Intercepting Sect's Golden Turtle Island.

There, a rabbit spirit with long ears was secretly cultivating.

Long-eared Immortal.

This was the deepest pawn he planted in the Jie Sect.

"Since you're not letting me have an easy time, then nobody should have an easy time either!"

As Zhunti allowed the big-mouthed beast to drag him along the ground, he struggled to form hand seals, and a strange wave of energy emanated from him.

"It's time for Dingguangxian to make a move."