Sages Sing Little Apple! Merit Bank Becomes KTV!

Rushou felt as if he were being stared down by two pairs of eyes.

Those were not lines of sight, but two invisible divine mountains, one inscribed with "If I Don't Go to Hell, Who Will??" and the other with "Fellow Daoist, Please Stay," pressing down firmly on the very essence of his Divine Soul.

His body, formed from the Essence of Innate Geng Metal, had every single metal particle instinctively emitting a terrified groan.

"What brings you two Sage here?"

Rushou's mental fluctuations caused an unprecedented tremor that was not of metallic origin.

With Zhunti face full of suffering, Zhunti clasped his hands together and Rushou, his waist bent at almost a ninety-degree angle.

"Fellow Rushou, I see that you have a great karmic connection with my Western Paradise!"

Rushou's metallic heart skipped a beat.

This opening line has long been etched into the bloodline of every powerful being in the Primordial World, and anyone who hears it trembles.

"Young friend, you wish to upgrade your magic weapon and urgently need your 'Essence of Innate Geng Metal' to complete this supreme meritorious deed."

"If you, fellow Daoist, are willing to sacrifice yourself for righteousness, and your merits are perfected, our Western Teachings will surely erect a longevity tablet for you, chanting scriptures day and night to pray for your well-being!"

The Sage Jieyin's voice was mournful, each word dripping with blood, as if if Rushou dared to utter a single word of "no," he would be defying Heaven and deserving of death.

Good heavens!

This is blatant robbery! They come up here and want to dismantle him for parts, and they're doing it with such righteous indignation!

Rushou was about to roar out loud, defending his last shred of dignity as the Metal Ancestral Shaman, he was about to unleash his fury.

A childlike voice, yet seemingly containing the profound truths of the universe, rang out behind him.

"Sparkly Uncle! I want that Little Iron Block you have on you! Can I?"

Lin Shen had run over at some point, her delicate, pretty face looking up at him expectantly.

Those eyes Taiqing.

It contains only pure, unadulterated curiosity and longing, without the slightest impurity.

All the prepared rejections, curses, and protests Rushou instantly in the purity of those eyes, solidifying into a cold, metallic lump in my throat.

What could he do?

He was desperate too!

Under the eager anticipation of his Little Ancestor, and with the "merciful" gaze of the Two Sages of the West that was almost ready to strike, Rushou gritted his teeth.

With a determined heart, I closed my eyes.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack, and divine light burst forth!

He actually managed to break off a large chunk of Essence of Geng Metal, which shimmered with brilliant divine light, from his own original Saintly Body!

The excruciating pain pierced his Divine Soul, causing his massive tiger body to convulse uncontrollably, and the light at the wound site to dim.

"Take it... take it!"

He almost cried as he handed over the piece of Geng metal that carried a part of his essence with trembling hands.

"It's so good! My fellow Daoist is so righteous!"

Zhunti snatched Gengjin away, his wrinkled face beaming into a chrysanthemum-like smile. He didn't forget to brush a ray of Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree light onto Rushou's blood-soaked wound as "medical expenses."

All the materials are ready.

But where does that "Dao Rhyme of Sentient Joy" come from?

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, instantly making a decision; they had already understood.

The two walked to the center of the underworld, facing all the powerful beings who were watching the spectacle, and solemnly declared.

"Fellow Daoists, to help our young friend achieve his goal, my fellow disciple and I are willing to perform a humble piece of music to entertain the Great Dao!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Sage, is he going to sing in public?

This is even more outrageous than hearing that the Hongjun Daozu was going to run naked in the Chaos!

The Sage Jieyin the way sat down cross-legged, gathered his emotions, and then began to speak.

The tune was mournful and desolate, winding and turning, every note lamenting just how barren the western land was, that even mice had to leave with tears in their eyes, carrying their bedding and moving overnight.

The Saint Zhunti stood to the side, tapping out a rhythm with his Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree while chanting his self-created "True Scripture of Begging for Alms," which roughly translates to, "Fellow Daoists, please have mercy and give us some merit; we are truly in dire straits."

As the music ended, the temperature in the entire underworld seemed to drop by dozens of degrees, and a Daoist aura called "sorrow" permeated the air.

Countless souls collapsed upon hearing this, burying their heads in their hands and weeping bitterly. They felt that the little suffering they had endured in their lives was nothing compared to the pampering they had received in the West.

The system notification in Lin Shen's mind popped up coldly.

[WARNING! A large amount of 'Sorrowful Daoist Rhyme' has been detected, which completely contradicts the 'Joyful Daoist Rhyme' attribute of the required material! Upgrade failed!]

Lin Shen's face turned bright red with anger, puffing up like a steamed bun.

"No! No! That's not how it works!"

He took short strides and rushed up to the two of them, hands on his hips, protesting angrily.

"Sing happy songs!"

"It's the kind of song that makes you want to wiggle your hips after listening to it!"

"Like this!"

As Lin Shen spoke, he actually stood still, humming an off-key melody while clumsily wiggling his little bottom.

He was humming the catchy and addictive song "Little Apple" from the DIY workshop!

The moment the first off-key syllable escaped his lips.

Buzz--!

The Great Way resonates!

A pure and unadulterated law of "happiness" spread out from him like ripples of creation!

The previously pervasive sorrowful atmosphere was instantly washed away and evaporated by this joyful law!

At this moment, all living beings, whether towering Ancestral Witch, Sage who wield power over killing, or insignificant Ghost Messenger, felt an uncontrollable primal urge surge from the depths of their souls.

I want to sway!

I want to dance!

"Hahaha! Funny! Extremely funny!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was the first to respond. He actually withdrew the Immortal Slaying Sword Intent, slapped his thigh with the hand that was used to holding the sword, and sang loudly to the demonic rhythm.

"You are my Little Apple, I can never love you enough..."

The song is bold and unrestrained, every word carrying the unique unbridled and carefree spirit of a sword immortal!

The Ancestral Witch didn't understand lyrics, but they understood rhythm!

Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged a glance and then started dancing on the spot. One was engulfed in flames, performing a breakdance full of explosive power; the other was surrounded by water, performing a mechanical dance as supple as raging waves.

The entire underworld underwent a sudden change in style.

The solemn and sacred site of reincarnation has, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a large-scale, cross-racial and cross-cultural... Square Dance party!

Jieyin and Zhunti stared blankly at the group of big shots in front of them who were completely going crazy.

At that moment, Lin Shen's gaze, which seemed to say, "If you two don't sing, I'm not playing with you anymore," shot straight at them.

The last vestiges of dignity of the two Sages were shattered.

With smiles that looked more like cries on their faces, they joined in the singing in a heavily sobbing tone.

"Your rosy cheeks warm my heart, ignite the fire of my life, fire, fire, fire, fire..."

They sang and waved their arms.

Those Golden Light of Merit that ordinary immortals could only dream of were treated like free glow sticks, and they were wildly waving them in the air.

[Ding! Massive amount of 'Joyful Daoist Rhyme' detected! Materials replenished!]

Upgrade of the 'Karma and Merit Settlement Center' is now underway!

Boom--!

The enormous golden abacus was completely enveloped by an unprecedented Seven-Colored Divine Light!

The light faded.

A brand-new building, full of postmodern magical realism, stunned everyone present.

The original abacus base melted and was reshaped, blossoming into a giant lotus platform carved with thousands of smiling faces.

The abacus's main beam was transformed into a dazzling stage filled with bright lights and swirling smoke.

On the stage, hundreds and thousands of "Lotus Boy," formed from Golden Light of Merit and with adorable short lotus root legs, are dancing a synchronized and mesmerizing dance to the accompaniment of "Little Apple."

And the abacus itself has undergone a complete transformation.

Whenever a deceased soul comes forward to settle accounts for their merits and demerits, the sound of the abacus beads moving is no longer a monotonous "clatter".

Instead, there was a series of crisp, melodious "clinking" sounds as gold coins entered the bag, sounds that filled the soul with a sense of fulfillment!

If someone possesses profound merit, the Lotus Boy on the stage will immediately stop dancing, and as the spotlight shines down, they will shower the departed soul with virtual roses formed from the light of merit, cheering in unison in sweet childlike voices. "Congratulations, Boss! You've been granted VIP service from the Heavenly Dao!"

If someone is burdened by karma, the stage lights will instantly turn a ghostly green, a sad background music will play, and all the Lotus Boy will turn around in unison, showing their round lotus-root-like buttocks to the evil spirit as a sign of the highest level of contempt.

The entire settlement center has been completely transformed from a cold, impersonal charity bank into a super- Reincarnation KTV that integrates settlement, entertainment, and song and dance performances!

Jieyin and Zhunti stared blankly at this "masterpiece" that was both familiar and unfamiliar, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

Although the process was shameful, even a stain on one's life.

But...

It seems... to be much more fun than that old, shabby abacus?