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The atmosphere in the main hall of the Pangu Temple was somewhat eerie.

Princess Iron Fan—also known as Rakshasa—was holding a bowl of shrimp dumplings she hadn't finished eating, her cheeks bulging, looking at the three dirty, unruly children in front of her with a bewildered expression.

Lin Tian stood at the very front, head held high and chest puffed out, clutching the opening of a huge burlap sack that was wriggling and making a "whooshing" sound.

Lin Yang was brushing the dust off his clothes and extinguishing a small flame in his hand.

Lin Long was the most exaggerated; he was still chewing on shards of glass—fragments of a bottle that contained poison. He didn't seem to mind the prickling sound as he chewed them.

"Father! We're back!" Lin Tian roared, his voice so loud that the luminous pearl in the hall shook.

Lin Xuan put down his teacup, feeling his eyelids twitching.

Although I had received a system notification beforehand, I still couldn't help but facepalm at the sight of this wild look.

"You're back, so what happened to all this dirt?" Lin Xuan pointed to the sack in Lin Tian's hand. "Is this the 'big gift' you brought back for me?"

"Father, you're underestimating me." Lin Tian chuckled, his expression like a cat that had just stolen some cream. "This is a real gem. My second and fifth brothers and I went through a lot of trouble to get it back. It's especially for you!"

"A tribute to me?" Lin Xuan felt even more uneasy. Last time, this kid said he was going to offer a tribute, but he ended up catching a toad and insisting that it was a distant relative of the three-legged golden crow.

"Open it and take a look!" Lin Xuan waved his hand, thinking to himself that he wanted to see what these kids had done to the future Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Lin Tian proudly untied the rope on the sack—the rope was condensed by Lin Yang using fire elemental power, and most people really couldn't untie it.

"Come out, you!" Lin Tian grabbed the bottom of the sack and lifted it up.

Whoosh!

A white figure rolled out of the sack and landed directly on the floor covered with ancient warm jade.

It's neither a wild boar nor a toad.

It was a woman.

She was a woman dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, quite beautiful, but at this moment her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in tears, and her eyes were filled with terror.

Her mouth was stuffed with a rag (on closer inspection, it looked like Lin Long's sock), and her hands and feet were tightly bound.

Lin Xuan spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of with a "pfft".

Princess Iron Fan dropped the shrimp dumplings in her hand to the ground.

"This..." Lin Xuan pointed at the woman on the ground, his fingers trembling, "This is the gift you brought back for me?"

"That's right!" Lin Tian said matter-of-factly. "Father, don't you always say that we shouldn't let go of a good girl we meet? I think this sister is quite pretty, and she's one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect! Her status is worthy of our family!"

Upon hearing the words "Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect," Cihang Daoren on the ground was filled with shame and indignation. She, a dignified disciple of the Jade Void Palace and a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, had been carried all the way in a sack by three mere children!

Moreover, the sack smelled like roasted sweet potatoes!

She wanted to speak, but the sock gagged her, so she could only make "mmm" sounds, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Lin Xuan quickly went over and ripped the sock out of her mouth.

"Ugh—!" Cihang Daoren gagged, both from the stench and from anger.

"You...you bunch of little bandits!" Cihang Daoren finally managed to speak, his voice trembling. "I am Cihang! How dare you kidnap me! My master will not let you get away with this!"

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, "As expected of Cihang."

Good heavens, the previous incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva?

Which of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect is the most soft-hearted?

Although he knew it was her, the ruthlessness of these brats still exceeded Lin Xuan's expectations.

"Father, she tried to poison me in Chaoge City just now," Lin Long added from the side. "But I drank the poison; it didn't taste very good."

"Poisoning?" Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold.

He turned to Cihang, his tone turning cold: "Did Yuanshi Tianzun send you to poison Chaoge?"

Cihang felt her blood freeze when Lin Xuan stared at her. How did that seemingly amiable handsome guy suddenly become more terrifying than an ancient ferocious beast?

"I...I didn't..." Cihang instinctively tried to explain, but her voice grew softer and softer, "I...I ultimately couldn't bring myself to do it..."

"Didn't go through with it?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, his murderous aura lessening somewhat. "Since they didn't, there's still some hope."

He turned to his three sons, his face stern, and said, "Although you had your reasons this time, it was indeed impolite to put someone in a sack. Remember next time, if you're going to ask someone for help, you should do it properly. Just knock them out and bring them back. What kind of nonsense is this, putting them in a sack? People who don't know better will think we're human traffickers."

Lin Tian scratched his head: "Dad, it's too tiring to carry you back. It's easier to carry you."

Cihang was completely dumbfounded as he listened to the conversation between the father and son.

Is this a matter of politeness or impoliteness?

This is a kidnapping!

"Alright, untie them." Lin Xuan waved his hand.

Lin Yang snapped his fingers, and the fire ropes binding Cihang instantly disappeared.

As soon as Cihang gained her freedom, her first thought was to run away. Her magical power surged, and she was about to use her escape technique when she discovered that the space in the hall was as if it had been welded shut, and she couldn't move it at all.

"Don't bother." Lin Xuan sat back down in his chair, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. "In this Pangu Palace, even saints can't leave without my permission. Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Sit down and have something to eat?"

Cihang looked at the man in front of her.

He was dressed in a loose house robe and had no airs, but his aura of complete control made her dare not resist at all.

She glanced at the three mischievous children eyeing her menacingly, and at the beautiful woman in red (Iron Fan) who was curiously observing her.

There's no escaping it now.

Cihang gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, straightened his disheveled Taoist robe, and sat down in Lin Xuanzhi's seat with a stiff upper lip.

"I...I will not accept charity!" Cihang said stubbornly, trying to uphold the last vestige of dignity of the Chan Sect.

"Gurgle—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than her stomach let out a loud rumble.

In the quiet hall, the sound was louder than thunder.

Cihang's face flushed bright red instantly, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like the food at the Chan Sect isn't very good." Lin Xuan picked up a new pair of chopsticks, placed a crystal-clear shrimp dumpling in his bowl, and pushed it in front of Cihang. "Eat up, this is made with East Sea spirit shrimp, it's not poisonous. After you're full, let's talk about how my son found you."

Cihang looked at the steaming shrimp dumpling, its aroma filling her nostrils.

She swallowed.

Master said that the Wu tribe eats raw meat and drinks blood, and is inherently cruel.

But these shrimp dumplings... they look really delicious.