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The dust gradually settled on the battlefield outside Chaoge City.

Lin Wu held Jia Ye by one leg with one hand, like he was holding a dead dog. Jia Ye was completely unconscious at this point, his golden body was tattered and torn, and golden blood was flowing all over the ground, making him look like a pitiful sight.

"Brother, what should we do with this old bald monk? Dad said he should be alive, but I'm afraid he'll die on the way." Lin Wu turned to ask Lin Yun.

Lin Yun waved his feather fan and said slowly, "Didn't Father say to pack it up and send it to the Underworld, to give it to Old Man Styx? He has plenty of ways to make that old bald monk wish he were dead."

Lin Wu's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He took out a large burlap sack from his storage ring. This sack was specially woven by the Goddess Houtu from the bark of the Jianmu tree, and it was very sturdy.

Lin Wu quickly stuffed Kasyapa into the sack, tied it tightly, and then pasted a talisman on the outside of the sack with four large characters written on it: "Western Specialty".

"Go!" Lin Wu kicked out and slammed his foot directly into the sack.

The sack transformed into a streak of light, following the VIP passage to the underworld that Lin Xuan had already set up, and crashed directly into the Gates of Hell.

The Netherworld, First Hall.

The Styx Ancestor was sprawled out on King Qin Guang's throne, idly idling around. The table in front of him was piled high with official documents, but he didn't even glance at them.

Ever since Lin Xuan brought him in as the King of Hell in the First Hall, the Styx Ancestor has completely given up. He discovered that as long as he paid his "childcare insurance premium" on time, Lin Xuan's bunch of brats wouldn't cause trouble in the Blood Sea. As for the mess in the Underworld, he could just find a few Asura clan members to handle it for him.

"Sigh, this life is truly frustrating. Back in the day, my Styx River was a powerful force in the primordial world, but now I've been reduced to working for the Witch Clan." The Styx Ancestor sighed deeply as he sipped his tea.

Just then, a loud crash came from the roof of the main hall.

"boom!"

A huge sack smashed through the roof and landed heavily on the table in front of the Styx Ancestor. The table shattered instantly, and official documents flew everywhere.

Styx Ancestor was startled and jumped up, instantly drawing the Yuan Tu and A Bi twin swords from their sheaths.

"Who! Which blind fool dares to wreck my territory!" Ancestor Styx roared.

The sack moved, and a faint groan came from inside.

The Styx Ancestor walked over and used the tip of his sword to pry open the sack. A rich aura of the Western Paradise's golden body rushed out, and then he saw Venerable Kasyapa, covered in blood and riddled with holes.

"Kasyapa? What's that old bald monk doing here?" Styx Ancestor was stunned.

Just then, a sound transmission talisman floated out of the sack, spontaneously combusted in mid-air, and carried out Lin Wu's arrogant voice.

"Old man Styx! This is a gift from my father. That old bald monk dared to plot against our Great Shang Dynasty, and I crippled him. My father said you should arrange for him to clean the toilets in the lowest outhouse, and he won't be allowed to reincarnate until he's done it for ten thousand years! If you dare to let him pass, I'll bring men to block the spring in your Blood Sea tomorrow!"

When the Styx Ancestor heard Lin Wu's voice, he trembled all over and almost dropped the sword in his hand.

He knew all too well the destructive power of those brats. Last time Lin Long came to the Blood Sea, he gnawed off a corner of his Avici Sword, and he still felt bad about it.

"Oh dear, my little ancestor, you've really given me a lot of trouble." Styx Ancestor looked at Kasyapa on the ground and muttered with a bitter face.

Kasyapa was slightly more awake now. He opened his eyes and saw Styx Ancestor, and quickly cried out, "Senior Styx! Save me! I am a direct disciple of the Western Sect. Please send me back to Mount Sumeru. My master will surely reward you handsomely!"

Upon hearing this, the Styx Ancestor was furious. He immediately kicked Kasyapa across the face.

"Thank you my ass! Your master and his two penniless bastards still owe the underworld high-interest loans! Even I, the old ancestor, dare not offend those little patriarchs, so who do you think you are to drag me down with you!" Old Ancestor Styx cursed loudly.

Kasyapa was so badly kicked that he saw stars and was completely desperate.

Without wasting any words, the Styx Ancestor summoned several Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons.

"Drag this bald monk down there! From now on, he'll be in charge of the public latrine at the very bottom of the eighteen levels of hell. Give him a brush, and he must clean a thousand toilets every day. If he misses even one, fry him in oil!" the Styx Ancestor ordered viciously.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately stepped forward and dragged Kasyapa away like a dead dog. Kasyapa's agonizing screams echoed throughout the entire hall.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the system notification sounded in Lin Xuan's mind once again.

"Ding! Detected that Kasyapa, a core disciple of the Western Sect, has been demoted to a cleaner in the underworld. The Western Sect's blitzkrieg on the human battlefield has completely failed."

"Congratulations, host. The Underworld's infrastructure has improved, and you have gained 5000 merits."

Lin Xuan looked at the extra five thousand merit points on the system panel and smiled with satisfaction. These people from the Western Sect are indeed excellent workers. They can clean toilets and generate revenue for the Underworld at the same time—truly killing two birds with one stone.

"Jieyin, Jieyin, I'll accept you as my disciple for now. I wonder if you're furious and about to jump up and down on Mount Sumeru right now?" Lin Xuan picked up the teacup on the table and leisurely took a sip.