Thanks for Saving Me! Thanks for Saving Me! Thanks for Saving Me!

"Jieh-jieh!"

"Just a mere Postnatal Human-Seeding Bag, and you dare show it off in front of me, you bald donkey Maitreya?"

Plop!

The Postnatal Human-Seeding Bag had been placed high in the sky and had swallowed Lu Qingfeng. It had been bulging full, but unexpectedly, an exceedingly tiny filament of light flashed within it. The bag visibly shriveled before their eyes.

Clatter-clatter!

Marshal Tianpeng tumbled out of it.

"Heh!"

"What rotten luck! What rotten luck!"

Lu Qingfeng shook his head and smacked his lips. After taking a trip through the Human-Seeding Bag, he had been tossed around until he was utterly dazed, unable to tell day from night.

He steadied himself.

Only then did he see Maitreya Buddha reach out and retrieve the shriveled Human-Seeding Bag. A flash of three-colored radiance appeared where it had been, and a tall, thin Daoist in black Daoist robes, with a sinister face, materialized from thin air.

When Lu Qingfeng saw him, he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you for saving me, Senior!"

The black-robed Daoist ignored him.

He stood high in the sky, wearing a smile that was not quite a smile.

"So it's you, you demon!"

Maitreya Buddha recognized the newcomer.

Holding the Human-Seeding Bag, he carefully sensed it and could not help feeling deeply pained. Through one moment of carelessness, the Human-Seeding Bag had nearly been destroyed. Even the Laughing Buddha Ancestor was enraged now.

Jingle-jingle!

Clang-clang-clang!

In the distance, Bai Qi was still struggling inside the Golden Cymbal.

"General, don't panic."

"I'll help you."

Lu Qingfeng finally had some breathing room.

He summoned the Five-Colored Divine Light and swept it toward the cymbal.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Five times.

After countless sweeps, Lu Qingfeng's face had flushed crimson from exertion. The Golden Cymbal finally loosened, revealing a crack. A wisp of white