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The Shang Dynasty, Chaoge.

This was a big day; King Zhou of Shang, Di Xin, was going to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense.

Logically speaking, this was originally just a perfunctory political task. For half a month, the old Prime Minister Shang Rong had been rambling in the court, saying that it was because the Goddess Nuwa mended the sky with stones that our human race has such a good life today, and that Your Majesty should go and pray for good weather and a bountiful harvest.

Di Xin was so tired of hearing it that his ears were calloused.

He was a formidable man, capable of lifting pillars and replacing beams, possessing immense strength, and usually found these mystical matters extremely annoying. But he wasn't stupid either; he knew that Nuwa was the Holy Mother of the human race, and also the wife of the legendary "Holy Father" Lord Lin Xuan.

We have to give them face.

Not only should we give, but we should give enough.

So, Emperor Xin got up very early, bathed and changed his clothes, and led his civil and military officials in a grand procession to the Nuwa Palace.

At this very moment, a furtive figure was hiding in the clouds above Nuwa Palace.

This man was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a bitter expression on his face, and he was holding a tree branch in his hand. He was none other than Zhunti Daoist, one of the two saints of the Western Sect.

Zhunti is suffering right now.

Ever since that pervert Lin Xuan burned his clone into a street lamp, and then forced him to sign some kind of "marriage red thread" with a tentacle monster, he has completely lost face in the prehistoric world.

But he was not willing to give up.

For Western religions to flourish, the East must descend into chaos. And if the East descends into chaos, the Shang Dynasty's destiny will be extinguished.

"Lin Xuan, you've protected the human race like an iron barrel, with your 'Severing the Heaven and Earth' strategy, which even a saint's divine sense can't penetrate. But this time, the Human Emperor himself has come out and left Chaoge's fortune array. Let's see how you defend against that now."

Zhunti chuckled, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

His plan was simple, and despicable.

If Di Xin were to harbor lustful thoughts towards the statue of Nuwa while offering incense and write a lewd poem, Nuwa would surely be furious. If Nuwa were to be furious, she would undoubtedly send demons to wreak havoc on the Shang Dynasty. If the Shang Dynasty descended into chaos, and the Chan and Jie sects joined the fray, wouldn't the Investiture of the Gods calamity erupt into a full-blown war?

As long as they start fighting, the Western Church can take advantage of the situation and get whatever it wants.

"Wonderful! I'm a genius!"

Zhunti watched as the procession below entered Nuwa Palace, and then flicked his finger lightly.

An invisible, intangible pink mist drifted down with the wind. This was the "Bewitching Charm" he had created by refining the Dao of Inner Demons. Not to mention mortals, even Golden Immortals would become aroused on the spot if they were affected by it.

Inside the main hall at this moment.

Di Xin held the incense sticks in a proper and respectful manner, preparing to pay his respects.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew in, lifting the curtain and revealing the sacred image of the Goddess Nuwa inside.

This statue is the work of a master, sculpted with lifelike detail and exquisite beauty, exuding a noble and inviolable sense of sacredness.

Zhunti, watching from the heavens, seized the opportunity: "Go!"

The "bewitching charm" precisely entered Di Xin's nose.

Di Xin's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly becoming unfocused. A surge of wicked fire suddenly welled up in his previously clear mind. Looking at the holy statue, he found its features handsome and refined, and his thoughts raced...

"Bring me pen and ink!" Di Xin roared.

Shang Rong, standing nearby, was startled: "Your Majesty, this is a pilgrimage, what characters should we write?"

"I am delighted by the beauty of Goddess Nuwa and wish to compose a poem!" Di Xin pushed Shang Rong aside, grabbed a brush, and began to write on the wall.

The celestial being, Cundi, was so delighted he almost slapped his thigh: "Write! Write quickly! The dirtier the better!"

Just as Di Xin picked up his pen, preparing to write the famous line, "If only a beautiful woman could move freely, she could be brought back to Chang Le to serve the king,"

A sudden change occurred.

A purple light suddenly shone from between the eyebrows of the statue of Nuwa.

This light was not left by Nuwa, but by Lin Xuan.

Who is Lin Xuan? He's the sixth brother, who's thoroughly familiar with the Investiture of the Gods script. How could he not know that this old rascal Zhunti would pull this stunt?

Eight hundred years ago, Lin Xuan buried a sword aura inside this sacred statue.

This sword energy has no other name than "Whoever dares to touch my wife, I'll chop them down."

"Buzz—!"

A sword rang out, echoing through the heavens.

The purple sword energy did not attack Di Xin, but instead followed the causal line of the "Bewitching Heart Guide" and went straight upstream, heading towards the clouds in the sky.

This sword energy incorporated Lin Xuan's Heaven-Burning Purple Flame, the Five Elements Laws, and that unreasonable, domineering aura.

Zhunti was enjoying himself when he suddenly felt a chill in his crotch.

"Holy crap?!"

Before he could react, the purple sword energy was already in front of him.

too fast!

Moreover, this sword energy was extremely cunning, hitting Zhunti squarely in the face.

"ah!!!"

A scream rang out from the clouds, but it was too high for those below to hear.

Zhunti covered his face as he was blasted three thousand feet away. His already bitter and resentful face was now even more unsightly; not only were his eyebrows burned off, but his nose bridge was also broken, and blood was gushing down from his nose.

Even more terrifying was the sword energy carrying a "protective will" for his wife, Lin Xuan's voice echoing wildly in his mind:

"You old bald monk! You dare to scheme against my wife? You think you're so great?!"

Zhunti was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He was filled with hatred and fear.

How could Lin Xuan even predict this? Is he even human?

As Zhunti's spellcasting was interrupted, Di Xin below suddenly shuddered.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

Di Xin shook his head, and the evil fire from before vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sweat.

He looked at the inscription "The Phoenix and Luan Treasure Canopy is an Extraordinary Scene" that had just been written on the wall, and then at the solemn holy image, and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

What was wrong with me just now? How could I have such blasphemous thoughts about the Holy Mother? That's incredibly disrespectful!

If the Holy Father found out, wouldn't he skin him alive?

Di Xin quickly took a deep breath, twirled the pen, and his mind raced.

No, now that I've started this poem, I have to finish it, or it'll be even more embarrassing. But I absolutely can't write anything lewd; I have to change it!

Di Xin waved his hand, and his brush moved like dragons and snakes:

"The phoenix and luan jeweled tent is a magnificent sight, adorned with exquisite gold leaf."

"The distant mountains are verdant, and the dancing sleeves reflect the rosy clouds."

"May the Father and Mother be of one heart, and may humanity enjoy lasting happiness and longevity for generations to come."

"If you ask about the most beautiful women in the world, only Nuwa and Lin Lang are worthy of each other!"

After finishing writing, Di Xin threw down his pen and nodded in satisfaction.

That's right!

This is true positive energy!

This not only praised Nuwa for her beauty, but also flattered the Holy Father Lin Xuan, and sang praises of their love.

What do you call this? This is called political awareness!

Shang Rong, who was standing next to him, was prepared to die for his remonstrance, but when he saw the poem, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Your Majesty...this...this..."

"What is this? I am simply expressing my admiration for the deep love between the Holy Father and Holy Mother, a model for our human race!" Di Xin waved his sleeve. "Send down the order to have this poem engraved on a monument, so that all the people can see just how powerful our human race's backing is!"

In the heavens, Zhunti, who had just stopped his nosebleed, swept his divine sense down and saw this poem, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Lin Xuan! Di Xin! You...you've gone too far!"

He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and ended up being fed dog food by others.

Zhunti was trembling with rage, but he dared not stay there for another moment. Who knew if that freak Lin Xuan had any other tricks up his sleeve?

"Let's go! Back to the West! I'll remember this debt!"

Zhunti covered his face, transformed into a streak of light, and slunk away.