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Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun was sitting upright on his cloud bed, calculating the time with his hands.

According to the plan, Cihang should have already put the specially made poison into the water source of Chaoge. As soon as the poison takes effect, the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty will collapse instantly, and public resentment will boil over. At that time, when Xiqi rises up in rebellion, it will be in accordance with the will of Heaven, and their momentum will be unstoppable.

"Hmph, Lin Xuan." Yuanshi Tianzun's lips curled into a cold smile. "No matter how powerful you are, can you guard against the human heart? Can you guard against natural disasters?"

He was very proud of his "cutting off the fuel supply" tactic.

Although the methods were a bit underhanded, who cares about the process as long as they can win?

Just then, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the "Hall of Life and Souls" on one side of the main hall.

"Snap!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was startled and abruptly turned his head to look.

Among the dozen or so jade slips displayed on the shelf, the one representing Cihang Daoren suddenly cracked open.

"Something happened to Cihang?" Yuanshi Tianzun frowned.

Before he could react, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.

The cracked jade slip didn't shatter completely; instead, it suddenly changed color.

Originally pure white, representing the Jade Purity Immortal Techniques of the Chan Sect, it was now rapidly tinged with a faint gold—that was… the power of merit?

Moreover, within this golden hue, there was also an aura that he both loathed and felt intimately familiar with.

That's... the aura of the Witch Clan!

There was even a faint, faint sign of new life!

"What...what's going on?!"

Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly stood up, his movement so large that it overturned the table in front of him.

The jade slip changed color; there's only one possibility—Cihang has betrayed us!

And that surge of new life... that's a sign of pregnancy!

Is Cihang pregnant?

Is the child she's carrying the offspring of the Wu tribe?

"Lin Xuan!!!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable let out a deafening roar.

The sound, mixed with the sage's anger, pierced through the roof of Jade Void Palace and soared into the sky.

Boom!

A side peak of Kunlun Mountain collapsed directly under the force of the sound, with rocks tumbling down and dust flying everywhere.

All the disciples of Kunlun Mountain were so frightened that they lay prostrate on the ground, trembling with fear.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he trembled all over and his face turned ashen.

He had considered that Cihang might fail, and even that Cihang might die.

But he never expected that Cihang would actually sleep with Lin Xuan! And even get pregnant!

What is this?

This is a blatant slap in the face!

This is like tearing off the face of the Chan Sect, throwing it on the ground and stepping on it, and then spitting on it after you've done that!

"Master...Master..."

Hearing the commotion, the Antarctic Immortal, who had been guarding outside the hall, cautiously entered.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the Primordial Celestial Venerable on the verge of going berserk, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

"Antarctica!" Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot as if he wanted to devour someone. "Go! Get down the mountain!"

"Where...where to?" the Antarctic Immortal asked, trembling.

"Go to Buzhou Mountain! Go to Pangu Palace!" Yuanshi Tianzun roared. "Tell Lin Xuan to hand over Cihang! If he doesn't, I'll..."

Yuanshi Tianzun got stuck.

What can he do if he doesn't pay?

Should we just charge straight in?

There are the Twelve Ancestral Witches there, the tortoise shell of the Pangu Palace, and that evil Lin Xuan. If his true form were to descend, it would surely attract Tongtian and Nuwa, leading to a great battle between saints, and Hongjun Daozu would definitely intervene.

"Just tell him!" Yuanshi Tianzun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart, "Cihang is a disciple of my Chan Sect. He is a member of the Chan Sect in life and in death! Tell him not to go too far! Otherwise, I don't mind fighting to the death!"

The Old Man of the South Pole had a bitter face.

What's the difference between this job and sending someone to their death?

Should we go to the Pangu Temple to demand someone? Or should we demand Lin Xuan's wife?

Isn't that like the God of Longevity hanging himself—wanting to die too soon?

But seeing the murderous look in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes, he could only grit his teeth and kowtow: "Your...disciple obeys."

Watching the departing figure of the Antarctic Immortal, the Primordial Celestial Venerable slumped back onto his cloud bed.

He looked at the discolored jade slip and felt a tightness in his chest.

"Lin Xuan..."

"You just wait!"

"I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

Meanwhile, in the distant Pangu Temple.

Lin Xuan, who had just gotten up, suddenly sneezed.

"Achoo!"

He rubbed his nose, glanced at Cihang who was still fast asleep beside him, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Looks like someone's getting desperate."

"There's no use in rushing. Once you've entered the Lin family's gates, you're a member of the Lin family."

"Want to take it back? Dream on."