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Kunlun Mountain, side hall of Yuxu Palace.

The Grand Master Lingbao was kneeling on the ground, weeping with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He looks absolutely miserable right now.

His original elegant and refined purple robe with the Eight Trigrams design was long gone, leaving only a tattered single garment. His face was covered in bruises and swollen like a pig's head.

This swelling hasn't gone down yet because of Lin Xuan's slap.

"Senior brother! You must stand up for me!" Grand Master Lingbao clung to Daoist Randeng's leg. "That Lin Xuan is such a bully! Not only did he steal my magic treasures, but he also stripped me naked! Even my storage bag was taken by that little brat!"

The Taoist Ran Deng sat on a futon, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

Although he was not one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, his position within the sect was second only to Yuanshi Tianzun, despite being the vice leader of the Chan Sect.

Seeing his junior brother in such a miserable state, he was also furious.

"Alright, stop howling." Ran Deng impatiently kicked Lingbao Grand Master aside. "Disgraceful thing! You can't even handle a female immortal from the outer sect of the Jie Sect, and you even got caught red-handed by Lin Xuan."

"Senior brother, that Lin Xuan is too strong!" Grand Master Lingbao said aggrievedly, "When he slapped me, I felt like the sky was about to collapse. If our Chan Sect doesn't take action soon, where will we have a place in this prehistoric world?"

Ran Deng squinted and tapped the Qiankun Ruler in his hand lightly with his fingers.

Shooting?

How should we make our move?

Even Yuanshi Tianzun was forced into seclusion by Lin Xuan's rebuke, and the two saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, were crippled.

To confront Lin Xuan head-on now would be suicide.

"If we can't win by going straight, we can try something underhanded." A ruthless glint flashed in Ran Deng's eyes. "Although Lin Xuan is powerful now, he has a fatal weakness."

"What weakness?" Grand Master Lingbao asked quickly.

"He cares about too many people," Ran Deng sneered. "His wife and children are his weaknesses."

"But... the defenses of the Pangu Palace are like an iron barrel, we can't get in."

"Who said we were going in?" Ran Deng pulled out a book that exuded an eerie black aura from his robes.

The book cover bore several twisted runes—"The Seven Arrows of Nailhead".

This is an ancient demon clan secret technique, which later fell into the hands of Ran Deng. This thing doesn't require meeting in person; as long as you know the other person's name and birth date, you can kill them from afar without them even realizing it.

"I heard that Su Daji of the Great Shang Dynasty is about to give birth?" Ran Deng asked.

"Yes, the scouts report it will be within the next few days." Grand Master Lingbao's eyes lit up. "Senior brother, you mean...?"

"That child Su Daji is carrying is Lin Xuan's, and I've heard it carries the destiny of the Shang Dynasty and the human race," Ran Deng said sinisterly. "If this child dies at birth, or turns into a monster, do you think Lin Xuan will go mad?"

"Brilliant!" Grand Master Lingbao clapped his hands in approval. "As long as Lin Xuan goes mad, the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty will definitely be damaged, and then Xiqi will have a chance!"

"Moreover, this Seven Arrows Book of Nailheads kills without leaving a trace. No matter how powerful Lin Xuan is, he won't be able to trace it back to us," Ran Deng said confidently.

He stood up and walked into the secret room in the side hall.

A straw figure was placed in the center of the secret room.

Randeng bit his finger and wrote the words "Son of Lin Xuan" on the straw figure (because it didn't have a name yet, it could only be referred to by its bloodline).

Then, he lit a lamp on the head and at the feet of the straw man.

"Go, fetch seven poisoned arrows," Ran Deng ordered.

The Grand Master Lingbao quickly handed over seven poison arrows made from the tails of ten-thousand-year-old scorpions.

Ran Deng picked up an arrow and plunged it fiercely into the straw man's left eye.

"The first arrow will shatter your soul!"

puff!

A plume of black smoke rose from the straw figure.

Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away in Chaoge City... no, it's the Pangu Palace.

While taking a walk in the garden, Su Daji suddenly clutched her stomach, her face turning deathly pale.

"Ouch!" Su Daji cried out in pain, her body going limp and about to collapse.

The maid beside her quickly supported her: "Madam! Madam, what's wrong?"

"My stomach... my stomach hurts..." Su Daji's forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain was not ordinary labor pains, but a kind of excruciating pain that felt like needles were piercing her soul.

"Quick! Go and call the master! The lady is about to give birth!" the maid shouted in a panic.

Ran Deng looked at the straw man on Kunlun Mountain, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Lin Xuan, let's see how you defend yourself this time."

He raised the second arrow and aimed it at the scarecrow's right eye.

"The second arrow will end your life!"