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On the day Lin Ting turned one month old, the Pangu Temple was brightly decorated and the atmosphere was even more festive than during the Lunar New Year.

Lin Xuan originally intended to simply hold a small banquet at home, but the Tongtian Sect Leader objected. He insisted that Lin Ting was the child of his Jie Sect disciple, and the full-month celebration had to be held on Jin'ao Island, and it had to be done properly.

Lin Xuan couldn't persuade him otherwise, and since the Holy Mother of Golden Light also wanted to visit her maternal home, Lin Xuan simply waved his hand and led his entire family to Jin'ao Island in a grand procession.

Upon arriving at Jin'ao Island, Lin Xuan realized that the Tongtian Sect Leader had truly spared no expense this time. The entire island was enveloped in an array, teeming with celestial birds and beasts, and tables were laden with all sorts of rare and exotic fruits. Almost all the immortals of the Jie Sect were present, lining up to present their gifts.

Lin Xuan carried Lin Ting at the front, with the Golden Light Saintess following beside him in a magnificent long dress. The disciples of the Jie Sect bowed to Lin Xuan, addressing him as "Lord Lin Xuan."

The Tongtian Sect Leader, sitting in the main seat, saw Lin Xuan enter and quickly beckoned: "Lin Xuan, come here quickly! Let me hug my precious grand-disciple."

Lin Xuan handed Lin Ting over, and the Tongtian Sect Leader, holding the child, couldn't stop smiling. Lin Ting was also respectful, not crying or fussing in Tongtian's arms, and even occasionally spitting out a small purple lightning ball to play with.

Just as everyone was having a good time, Lin Xuan noticed a red-haired female immortal sitting in a secluded corner of the banquet.

The female immortal was quite beautiful and had a heroic air about her, but her brows revealed a fiery temper. She sat there drinking alone, and the disciples of the Jie Sect around her seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding her. Some of them even pointed at her and whispered something.

Lin Xuan's current cultivation level is at the late Quasi-Saint stage, and his hearing is exceptional. He listened casually and immediately noticed several discordant sounds.

Look at the Holy Mother of Fire, she always has a cold face, as if someone owes her spirit stones.

Exactly, he has such a bad temper. Last time, he burned his fellow disciple's magic weapon over a trivial matter. How did Senior Brother Duobao end up with such a disciple?

Shh, keep your voice down, or she might hear you and start a fire.

Lin Xuan frowned. He remembered that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was the eldest disciple of Daoist Duobao, and her strength was definitely among the top of the third-generation disciples. Moreover, she was upright and incorruptible. How did she end up like this in the Jie Sect?

He pushed aside several disciples who came up to him to get close to him and went straight to the table of the Holy Mother of Fire.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was drinking silently when she sensed someone approaching. Without looking up, she said, "There are no seats left. Please find somewhere else to sit."

Lin Xuan ignored her, pulled up a chair and sat down, then picked up a pot of wine and poured himself a glass.

"Are you Fire Spirit?" Lin Xuan asked casually.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirits then raised her head and was taken aback when she saw Lin Xuan. Although she had a fiery temper, she knew who Lin Xuan was. He was someone even her grandmaster had to treat with respect.

"Greetings, Lord Lin Xuan." The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit stood up, gave a stiff bow, and then sat down again. What's wrong, Lord Lin Xuan? Why aren't you sitting in the main seat? What are you doing here on this cold bench?

Lin Xuan took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "The main seat is too noisy; it's much quieter here. What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood?"

The Holy Mother of Fire snorted coldly: "There's nothing good or bad about it, I'm used to it. I'm not good with words, I don't know how to say nice things, and I have a bad temper, so it's normal that my fellow disciples don't like me."

Lin Xuan looked at her, sighing inwardly. Although the Jie Sect was known for its multitude of immortals paying homage, it had its share of internal conflicts. People like the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, with their straightforward personalities and high talents, were often the most vulnerable to being ostracized.

Just then, several disciples of the Jie Sect swaggered over. The leader was a male immortal with a somewhat sharp and sarcastic appearance. He looked at the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit and said in a sarcastic tone: "Oh, Senior Sister Fire Spirit, why are you drinking alone here all by yourself? Is it because Master hasn't given you any treasures lately, and you're feeling resentful?"

The Holy Mother of Fire slammed her hand on the table, her eyes flashing with fire: Get lost! Don't force me to take action.

The male immortal wasn't afraid at all; instead, he laughed even harder: "Try making a move! Today is Lin Ting's junior sister's full moon celebration. If you dare to cause trouble here, your grandmaster will be the first to not let you off the hook."

Lin Xuan put down his wine glass, without even lifting his eyelids, and said calmly: Say that sentence again.

Only then did the male immortal notice Lin Xuan sitting to the side. He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground. He stammered, "Lord Lin... Lord Lin Xuan, I... I was just joking."

"A joke?" Lin Xuan stood up, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the disciples, making it hard for them to breathe. "At my daughter's full moon celebration, bullying my friend right in front of me, you call that a joke?"

The Holy Mother of Fire was stunned. She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to stand up for her, and she certainly hadn't expected him to call her a friend.

Lin Xuan stared at the male immortal, his voice as cold as ice: "Get lost. If I ever see you speak disrespectfully to the Fire Spirit again, I'll throw you into the underworld to clean toilets for ten thousand years before you come out."

Those disciples didn't dare linger and scrambled away.

Lin Xuan sat down again and raised his cup to the Holy Mother of Fire: "Ignore those flies. If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me, or come find me at the Pangu Temple."

The Holy Mother of Fire looked at Lin Xuan, a hint of warmth appearing in her previously cold eyes. She picked up her wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you, my lord."

Ding! The Fire Spirit Mother's favorability towards the host has increased. Current favorability: 30%.

Lin Xuan was secretly pleased; this heroic rescue was a sure win. Looking at the Fire Spirit Mother, he was already plotting how to bring this female war goddess back to the Pangu Palace. After all, his group of mischievous kids at home needed a drill sergeant.