The Heavenly Court's Heavenly Punishment

While forcefully breaking through the formation wasn't difficult, it would easily alert Laozi. Lin Fan naturally wouldn't resort to such a crude method. Divine light flowed through his eyes, and in an instant, he discerned the origin of the formation. He pointed his finger, imbued with profound mystery, and made several marks in the void. The surrounding rules changed in response.

A passage silently opened in the grand formation, and Lin Fan entered as if no one were there.

As soon as he stepped onto the Dao field, a rich medicinal fragrance permeated his senses. Looking around, he saw that the area surrounding the palaces was covered in rare spiritual plants—Lingzhi mushrooms exuded auspiciousness, immortal herbs were fragrant, divine trees shimmered with light. The dazzling array was breathtaking.

The Spiritual Roots continuously absorbed the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth, displaying a thousand different wonders.

Among these spiritual plants, even the most common could be considered mid-grade Acquired Spiritual Roots.

Lin Fan was secretly astonished.

This Laozi, hailed as the supreme being of the Daoist sect, always appeared detached from worldly affairs. Who would have thought he possessed such a substantial fortune?

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, those two fools, ruled heaven and earth under the title of Heavenly Emperors.

Beings looked up to by all living things.

He had thought their collections were already astonishing, but compared to Laozi, they were simply abysmally poor.

Legend had it that Laozi was skilled in the art of alchemy and was the ancestor of alchemy in the Primordial World.

Since his transformation, he had refined countless spiritual pills and elixirs.

Those pills were naturally extraordinary, especially the legendary Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir. It was said that if an ordinary person consumed one pill, they could instantly achieve the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

And without any hidden dangers.

Laozi had only two esteemed disciples, Xuandu and True Person Du'e, so their resource consumption was extremely limited.

If he could plunder Laozi's cave dwelling this time, he would undoubtedly become incredibly wealthy.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan became even more excited.

This trip was truly worthwhile.

Gazing at the expanse of rare spiritual roots before him, a smile appeared on Lin Fan's face.

These treasures would soon change hands.

To prevent Laozi from noticing, Lin Fan immediately activated the Primordial Pearl to conceal the Heavenly Secrets of this area.

With a wave of his hand, countless spiritual roots were collected into his spatial storage.

Afterward, Lin Fan summoned the Primordial World's exotic beasts, Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian.

As soon as Xiong Batian landed, he respectfully asked, "Brother, what are your orders?"

Xiong Aotian, on the other hand, slowly took out his favorite fresh bamboo shoots and offered them to Lin Fan, "Brother, would you like to try some freshly picked bamboo shoots?"

Xiong Batian felt his brother was rather clueless and said helplessly, "Don't be silly, Brother doesn't like this."

Xiong Aotian, munching on bamboo shoots indifferently, retorted seriously, "How do you know Brother doesn't like it? Brother said that great minds think alike. You and I are both peerless heroes, exuding kingly presence. Since I like it, Brother must like it too."

Xiong Batian curled his lip in exasperation. "Stop flattering yourself. I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen a shred of kingly demeanor from you. Besides, what kingly beast is as gluttonous as you?"

"What business is it of yours? You're hogging six out of ten spiritual bamboo shoots yourself..." Xiong Aotian grumbled indignantly.

"Both of you, quiet down." Lin Fan impatiently interrupted the bickering of the lively pair. If left unchecked, these two fools would argue all day. No wonder Chi You lost the war riding Iron-Eating Beasts—it was strange if they didn't lose with such simpletons.

Xiong Aotian suddenly became serious, "Boss, what exactly are we going to do?"

Lin Fan gestured towards the golden palace ahead, "See that? Today, we're going to empty that place completely."

Two pairs of dark circles instantly lit up with excitement. Robbery? They hadn't had enough last time on the Solar Star, and they never expected their dream to come true so soon.

"What's delicious inside?" Xiong Batian forgot even to chew his bamboo shoots.

"Plenty, some are even tastier than bamboo shoots," Lin Fan said, referring to the Golden Elixirs and spiritual medicines.

Hearing that there was even more delicious food, the two gluttons couldn't sit still. In the face of delicious food, nothing in the world was more important than satisfying their cravings. They immediately bolted towards the palace.

At this moment, True Person Du'e, who was staying at the Eight Views Palace, was meditating. He was suddenly awakened by the commotion. As soon as he rushed out of his meditation room, he saw two black and white lumps crashing towards the main hall with a thunderous roar, with a familiar figure following behind them.

True Person Du'e's expression instantly changed.

Why would he suddenly appear here? This was a place for saints and sages to cultivate in purity.

True Person Du'e felt that the situation was dire.

He immediately wanted to send a telepathic message to warn his master, Taishang Laojun.

He knew very well that with his meager cultivation, he was no match for Lin Fan. Although the two black and white bear spirits appeared docile, they were surrounded by extraordinary auras, and their cultivation was clearly several realms higher than his.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly echoed in his ears.

At some point, Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian had already flanked him from left and right.

Two sections of green bamboo, carrying the force of wind and thunder, smashed down viciously towards the crown of his head.

How could True Person Du'e, with his mere Golden Immortal cultivation, withstand this?

Instantly, his true essence scattered, his divine sense froze, and his senses became chaotic.

Amidst a thunderous roar, the Daoist collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud.

His Primordial Spirit shattered completely, his life or death uncertain.

Xiong Aotian waved his bamboo pole towards Lin Fan, seeking credit:

"Boss, are our brothers' methods still swift and clean?"

"Very good. Quickly empty this dojo."

Lin Fan nodded in approval.

He mused that he should equip his two capable subordinates with some decent magical treasures.

Using bamboo poles as weapons all the time was truly undignified.

Upon hearing this, the Black and White Bears' eyes shot out with brilliance.

They immediately pounced towards the palaces and pavilions, beginning their grand looting.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, entered the elixir room directly. With a flick of his sleeve, he swept away all the precious items.

He only obtained three Nine Revolutions Golden Elixirs, with several gourds of Six and Seven Revolutions each.

The remaining low-grade elixirs piled up like mountains, no less than several hundred gourds.

These were all personally refined by Laojun, so their quality was naturally beyond doubt.

As his gaze swept around, Lin Fan locked onto a forbidden area deep within the elixir room.

With a little deduction, he broke through the layers of restrictions.

He saw the Eight Trigrams Treasure Furnace standing majestically amidst swirling auspicious light.

Beside it were displayed various exotic treasures:

The Yin Yang Banana Fan, the Wind Fire Wheels, the Pure Jade Bottle of Ram's Fat...

There were also no small number of ordinary Acquired Spiritual Treasures.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Fan collected them all into his possession.

He turned to look—

Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian were still busy inside the hall.

However, they were not searching for rare treasures or Spiritual Roots, but rather feasting heartily.

Yin Yang energy flowed around their bodies, their devouring laws manifested, and their digestion speed was extremely fast.

Lin Fan couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead.

These two simpletons were indeed unreliable.

At critical moments, he still had to rely on himself.

He unfurled his robes, and the treasures in the hall flowed like a torrent into the Primordial Pearl.

Seeing the appearance of the two bears, a flash of inspiration struck him.

How could one wander the Great Desolation without a nickname? Today, he would bestow one upon them.

"Please, Big Brother, bestow a name!" Xiong Aotian swallowed a Spiritual Root and looked up foolishly.

"Since you are black and white, from now on, you shall be called the Black and White Twin Fiends."

The two bears exchanged glances, confusion in their eyes.

Black and White Twin Fiends?

It didn't seem majestic or overbearing, not befitting their imposing presence.

But since it was bestowed by their Big Brother, how could they dare to say anything more?

Besides, with delicious food before them, what did a mere name matter?

After devouring all the immortal herbs and spiritual grasses in the hall, the two bears contentedly let out satisfied burps.

This meal was even more satisfying than the last.

At this point, Laojun's dojo was completely empty.

Xiong Batian looked around, showing no trace of the guilt from last time. Instead, he looked expectantly at Lin Fan:

"Big Brother, when will we come again?"

Lin Fan's mouth twitched slightly at the words.

This simpleton had truly let loose.

He then took the two bears and quietly departed.

On the shore of the East Sea at this moment—

Laozi, who was battling Nuwa, suddenly sensed something was amiss.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace and other Innate Spiritual Treasures had long since been refined and changed hands, so he naturally felt a connection.

His vast divine sense spread out, and only then did Laozi discover that Lin Fan had already disappeared without a trace, his face immediately turning grim.

Laozi had personally experienced Lin Fan's method of moving silently and completely concealing Heavenly Secrets before.

Could this brat have snuck into my dojo while I was distracted?

Laozi made a quick deduction and immediately noticed a flaw in the Innate Two Forms Grand Array.

He was both angry and anxious, but with Nuwa's Spiritual Powers constantly attacking him, he couldn't disengage at all.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, today's matter is full of misunderstandings. How about we stop here?"

Laozi lowered his stance, his tone already showing a willingness to compromise.

He knew full well that if Lin Fan had truly infiltrated his dojo, the consequences would be unimaginable. After all, when Lin Fan wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Court back then, he had directly plundered the Solar Star. This wasn't something he hadn't done before.

Thinking of the many treasures in his dojo, Laozi was consumed by anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa paused her attack and said coldly:

"You incited others to slander the Human Religion, and even attempted to harm my brother. Now you want to let it go so easily? Don't even think about it!"

Laozi froze.

It was true that he had made the first move today, but he hadn't gained any advantage over Lin Fan and had instead lost all face.

Nuwa's relentless pursuit ignited his fury, but he could only suppress his anger and say:

"Then what does Junior Sister Nuwa want to do to resolve this?"

Nuwa glanced at him indifferently and casually said:

"Simple. Hand over the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, and this matter will be dropped."

Laozi had schemed against Lin Fan many times, and she had long since reached her limit. She deliberately set an impossible condition.

"Wishful thinking! Absolutely impossible!"

Laozi's face turned ashen.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda was his crucial reliance. If he handed over this treasure, wouldn't he be at Nuwa's mercy from then on?

Nuwa's expression was indifferent: "Since that's the case, let's continue."

The Taiqing Daoist's face was as dark as water.

The situation was precarious; every moment of delay would bring more variables.

He couldn't afford to hesitate for a single second.

Biting his teeth, he disregarded the danger of his Dao body being damaged and transformed into a rainbow, fleeing afar.

As soon as he left the protection of the Mysterious Yellow Pagoda, Saint Nuwa's Starry Sky Dao Arts struck like thunder.

The boundless starlight condensed into a sword of Heavenly Punishment, shattering his Dharma body in an instant. As his blood light reformed, Laozi had already sped towards Kunlun.

A flicker of doubt crossed Nuwa's eyes. Why was the serene and detached Taiqing in such a hurry? Could something have happened at Kunlun?

Her divine sense swept over and she realized Lin Fan had long since vanished, and couldn't help but chuckle.

This little rascal must have stirred up trouble behind her back again.

Although she chided him, her tone was full of affection.

To be able to force the Taiqing, who hadn't moved for ten thousand years, into such a desperate state, this brother of hers was truly one of a kind throughout history.

Seeing the mountain protection formation in ruins, Laozi's heart tightened.

Upon entering the Grotto-Heaven, the scene of devastation shook his Dao heart.

The pure land that was once filled with myriad rays of divine light and auspicious energy, now looked as if it had been ravaged by a Taotie.

The Innate Spiritual Plants accumulated since the creation of heaven and earth had all disappeared without a trace.

The spiritual fields were left with only numerous pits, as if in mockery.

Laozi, his face covered in frost, teleported into the palace.

He saw True Person Du'e lying weakly on the jade steps, his breath faint.

The anger surging in his chest was about to burst through his head.

He flicked his sleeve and walked straight into the inner court.

Where he passed, the four walls were desolate.

His steps quickened, and before the alchemy chamber—

The Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, forged through ten thousand tribulations, Was not even half a grain left.

Chapter

The Eight Trigrams Furnace, Wind Fire Wheels, Yin Yang Banana Fan, and other Spiritual Treasures had all vanished without a trace.

Laozi, usually serene and detached, was now grim-faced, his chest churning with rage, his daoist robe fluttering without wind.

His attempt to divine the Heavenly Secrets failed, so he flicked his sleeve and moved to True Person Du'e's side. Infusing him with Saintly power, True Person Du'e woke up. Seeing the empty hall and his master's expression, he immediately cried out in sorrow:

"Master! That scoundrel Lin Fan infiltrated the dojo and stole treasures! ** I was caught completely off guard!"

"Useless!"

Laozi's jade whisk trembled in his sleeve, and he berated him sternly:

"Since you knew the thief had entered the hall, why didn't you send me a message?"

True Person Du'e prostrated himself, trembling:

"That villain's attack was ruthless. ** Before I could react..."

Before he could finish speaking, a腥甜 (bloody sweetness) surged in Laozi's throat. Gazing at the devastated dojo, the Spiritual Roots destroyed, the Saintly marks shattered, he finally let out a ** roar—

"Lin Fan, you brat! I will surely destroy your Primordial Spirit!"

As the Saintly voice echoed through the nine heavens, tribulation clouds spanning a million miles suddenly formed above the Kunlun dome. Yuanshi and Tongtian arrived, breaking through their seclusion. Seeing the place, once filled with spiritual energy and beauty, now reduced to a wasteland, they were both struck speechless with shock. The Three Pure Ones shared the same origin, and they were all too familiar with the foundation of their elder brother's dojo.

Tongtian's fingertip brushed over the scorched, withered soil of the Xuan Garden, his whisper filled with disbelief:

"This... is truly Senior Brother's dojo?"

Recalling Laojun's earth-shattering roar just now, a strange feeling began to stir in their hearts.

Could it be... that Lin Fan was the one who caused all this?

Sect Master Tongtian's expression was subtle, and he remained silent.

This Lin Fan is truly reckless, daring to lay his hands on Senior Brother Taiqing's dojo.

Such actions are simply unheard of.

From the chaos at the beginning of creation until now, this is probably the first time.

Looking at the furious Laojun, Venerable Yuanshi's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

If Lin Fan had secretly infiltrated Laojun's dojo just now, why did I have no perception of it at all?