The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The red-clad butler's face, already swollen like a purple eggplant, was then hit hard by the Imperial Uncle's large, shoved hand.

Several bloody molars flew out through the crack in the wall.

The emperor's brother-in-law didn't even glance at the quack doctor, turned around and knelt down in front of Su Yaoyao with a thud.

"Little deity! You are my second parents, a living bodhisattva reincarnated!"

"If it weren't for your help, I would have really lost my life today in that damn incense ash water!"

The First Madam and her family members also knelt down in gratitude.

Su Yaoyao stood there calmly, waving her hand with an air of superiority.

"We take people's money and do their bidding; our Scientific Immortal Cultivation Hall has always been honest and trustworthy, regardless of age."

Upon hearing the word "money," the emperor's brother-in-law immediately understood.

He jumped up from the ground, his voice booming, and shouted at the butler outside the door.

"Quickly! Open the treasury! Bring out all of my uncle's private stash of ten thousand taels of gold!"

"All of this is to be offered to the little deity! Even a tael less, and I'll skin you alive!"

The butler scrambled to open the vault.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a dozen strong and sturdy servants came out, huffing and puffing as they carried five heavy, large red wooden chests.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the gleaming gold ingots shimmered with a captivating luster in the sunlight.

It almost blinded the red-clad butler on the wall.

Su Yaoyao looked at the ten thousand taels of gold, her big eyes curving into crescents, and the corners of her mouth turning up in a crazy smile.

"You're too kind, Your Excellency. I'll reluctantly accept it."

The little dumpling stepped forward and casually touched one of the five large boxes with its tiny hand.

With a "whoosh".

The five chests of gold vanished into thin air, landing steadily in her personal space.

The sight of him retrieving objects from thin air left the emperor's brother-in-law completely dumbfounded, further convincing him that this was a true deity.

"Bring me pen and ink!"

The emperor's brother-in-law was so excited that his face turned bright red, and he wrote a long stroke of his pen.

On a plaque made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood, eight large characters are written in a flowing, elegant style.

"Scientific cultivation of immortality, boundless magical power!"

Not only that, the emperor's brother-in-law personally selected a band of musicians with over a hundred members.

With gongs and drums, lion and dragon dances, the plaque was escorted in a grand procession all the way to the shops opposite the main altar of the cult.

The golden signboard proclaiming "Scientific Cultivation, Boundless Magic Power" hangs high next to the flashing neon lights.

The news of the Emperor's brother-in-law's miraculous recovery spread like wildfire throughout the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom in just half a day.

This is none other than the emperor's brother-in-law!

A man who was sentenced to death by a religious deacon and then swindled out of half his family fortune.

He was actually cured in no time by a little girl from the clinic across the street using a glowing metal lump!

Not a drop of blood was shed.

I didn't drink any disgusting incense ash talisman water either!

This is a bombshell.

This caused an uproar among the powerful and influential circles of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The high-ranking officials and nobles, who have been exploited and drained by the Netherworld Cult for years under the pretext of divine punishment, have finally come to their senses.

What nonsense about divine protection! It's all a scam to make money!

Before long, a once-in-a-century spectacle appeared on the streets of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Even the high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, and nobles who usually hold sway over the world are now staying up all night.

They all brought their servants, carrying boxes of gold and silver jewelry, and rushed to the entrance of the Science and Immortal Cultivation Hall overnight, forming a long queue.

The long queue stretched from one end of the street to the other, even turning two corners.

"Don't push! I was here first! I want to be a super VIP at the Science Cultivation Hall!"

"Get out of my way! I'll pay double the price to buy my old man a good luck charm... no, I mean, a course of scientific treatment!"

The powerful and wealthy were willing to have their servants fight each other to get a better number.

On the other side of the street stood the magnificent and luxurious headquarters of the Netherworld Cult.

But the place was deserted, not even a ghost could be seen.

Not only did no one come to offer incense, but a large number of believers, realizing what was happening, blocked the entrance to the cult and caused trouble.

"Liar! Give me my money back! Give me back the money I donated for incense yesterday!"

"This quack doctor is harming people! He cancelled our membership cards after we withdrew from the church!"

The steps at the entrance of the cult were covered with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.

The two shops, separated by only one street, are like night and day.

Inside the Science Cultivation Hall, Su Zhen sat at the front desk, extremely busy.

He held the seal in one hand, dipping it in red ink.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Stamp every Super VIP receipt, just like stamping pork.

Su Yaoyao sat on a small mountain made of gold ingots, holding a gold abacus in both hands, turning the abacus so many times that sparks were almost flying out.

The father and daughter were counting money until their hands were almost cramping, their faces beaming with happiness.

This wave of business competition was not only a complete victory, but it also uprooted the enemy's cash cow and chopped it into firewood!

at the same time.

Deep within the headquarters of the Netherworld Cult, in a gloomy and terrifying underground palace where the sun never shines.

The main hall was surrounded by eternally burning, eerie green lamps, creating a somber atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, a disheveled figure knelt.

It was the red-clad steward who had been shoved into the wall by Su Zhen at the Imperial Uncle's residence during the day, and who was finally pried out by his subordinates with great difficulty.

His face was so swollen that he was unrecognizable, looking like an over-fermented purple steamed bun.

Covered in dust and blood, he scrambled and crawled to his knees on the cold, black basalt floor.

He cried and wailed wildly, tears streaming down his face, towards the high platform above the main hall.

"Master! You must do justice for your subordinates, and for our Netherworld Cult!"

"That damn science and cultivation academy across the street is really going too far!"

The red-clad deacon knelt on the ground, banging his head repeatedly, frantically adding fuel to the fire.

"That little vixen is holding some kind of evil monster in her hand; it glows and can cut people in the stomach!"

"Not only did she steal the credit for curing the Emperor's brother-in-law, but she also publicly tarnished the reputation of our religion!"

The red-clad butler became increasingly agitated as he spoke, aggravating the wound on his face and causing him to gasp in pain.

"And that bodyguard of hers! That old guy with the deadpan expression!"

"I didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, he didn't even draw his sword, yet he beat me into this crippled state!"

"Master! They clearly came prepared; they've come specifically to sabotage our cult!"

The red-clad deacon cried his heart out, as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.

"Now all the believers in the city are demanding refunds; the donations to our church have plummeted by 90%!"

"If we don't eliminate these two monsters soon, our Netherworld Cult will have no place to stand in the Great Yan Kingdom!"

The red-robed deacon's mournful cries echoed through the empty underground hall.

On the high platform, layers of thick black beaded curtains hung down.

Behind the beaded curtain, a figure sat indistinctly.

The figure did not speak, and the hall was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the red-robed deacon could be heard.

Just as the red-clad butler was about to continue his lamentation...

A terrifying pressure, capable of freezing the soul, suddenly swept across the entire area from behind the beaded curtain like a tsunami.

This oppressive aura was cold, brutal, and carried a suffocatingly bloody smell.

The eternal flame in the main hall flickered violently, its light flashing on and off.

The red-clad butler felt his breath catch in his throat as an invisible hand gripped his throat tightly.

He couldn't even beg for mercy, lying on the ground like a sieve, his back soaked in cold sweat.

On the high platform, the beaded curtain swayed slightly.

It produced a crisp yet chilling clanging sound.

A fair, slender, and flawless jade hand slowly emerged from the thick darkness.

On that hand, there was a sharp, cold silver metal armor.

In a flash of silver light, that hand gently lifted the beaded curtain in front of it.

The leader of the Netherworld Cult has finally revealed himself.

She wore a striking red dress, as vibrant as blood, which appeared both alluring and deadly under the eerie green light.

On her exquisitely beautiful face, she wore half a Shura mask with blue faces and fangs, revealing only a pair of icy, bone-chilling eyes.

She looked down at her useless subordinate kneeling on the ground as if he were an ant.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a voice so cold it could chill ice crystals echoed eerily in the hall:

"Dare to mess with me? Tonight, I'll skin them alive!"