Dad is under house arrest? You old scoundrel, I'll take your life!

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Inside Purple Cloud Palace, the light was dim within the cramped space.

Master Tongtian sat on a prayer mat with disheveled hair, his Daoist robes still stained with blood from the recent Battle of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Myriad Immortals were gone, and the Jie Sect was no more.

The Four Swords of Immortal Execution had been seized, the Myriad Immortals Array had been shattered, and even he, a Saint and Sect Master, had been brought back to Purple Cloud Palace by his master, Hongjun, to be held under indefinite house arrest.

"Is this truly the Heavenly Dao? Is this fate?" Tongtian's hoarse voice was thick with profound despair.

Just then, something moved in his arms.

A delicately carved, jade-like Little Girl rubbed her eyes with chubby hands and crawled out from the wide sleeve of Tongtian's robe.

She looked to be about three and a half years old, wearing two pigtails and a red bellyband, her skin as fair and tender as a porcelain doll.

Xiruan had awakened.

She blinked her Big Eyes and looked around.

The surroundings were all walls, windowless and empty. And then there was this handsome uncle in front of her, looking utterly dejected.

A surge of memories flooded into Xixi's mind.

She had transmigrated!

She had transmigrated into a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler. This uncle before her was her father in this life.

She couldn't help but sigh, her little face scrunching up.

This starting point was just too miserable.

Judging by the living conditions, this had to be the legendary Small Dark Room, right?

And looking at her father's defeated expression, as if he owed millions in loan shark debt he couldn't pay back.

She reached a conclusion in her heart.

Her old man must be a gambler who lost the family fortune and was locked up here to pay off his debts!

"Daddy, are you hungry?"

Xiruan reached out a chubby hand to pat Tongtian's face, but the stubble pricked her, and she quickly pulled it back.

Tongtian's body trembled, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his ashen eyes.

She was the only bloodline he had protected with the last of the Jie Sect's fortune just before the Myriad Immortals Array was destroyed, and she was his only reason to keep living now.

"Ruanruan, Daddy isn't hungry."

Tongtian forced a smile that looked worse than a cry.

Just then.

"Boom—"

The door was pushed open by an invisible force.

A majestic figure appeared in the doorway.

That figure lay high upon the nine-layered clouds, his body wreathed in incomparably sacred purple mist.

The Dao Ancestor! Hongjun.

Hongjun remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the father and daughter with indifference.

"Tongtian, do you know your mistake?"

The voice was grand, exploding in the cramped space like a clap of heavenly thunder.

Tongtian's whole body shook, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.

He wanted to roar, to demand an answer!

Where was he wrong? Was he wrong to teach without discrimination? Was he wrong to intercept a glimmer of survival for his disciples? Or was he wrong because... he wasn't ruthless enough?

But he couldn't.

He was a Saint, but he was also Hongjun's disciple, and furthermore, a prisoner under the Heavenly Dao.

Besides, Xiruan was still by his side.

Tongtian lowered his head, gritting his teeth, and remained silent.

To Xiruan, however, the scene took on a completely different meaning.

She tilted her little head, curiously sizing up the glowing old man at the door.

Dressed in fancy, pretentious clothes, putting on such airs, and speaking so loudly—he looked every bit the high-and-mighty type.

Isn't this the classic trope from TV where the vicious landlord loan shark comes to collect a debt?

Locking people up wasn't enough; he had to come here to humiliate them too!

This was simply going too far!

Her little temper flared up in an instant.

[Ding! Host emotional fluctuation detected, God-Level Choice System activated!]

A cold, mechanical voice rang out in Xiruan's mind.

Xiruan's eyes lit up.

A Golden Finger!

Although she didn't know what this system was for, it sounded incredibly impressive.

[Ding! Current environment detected: Purple Cloud Palace.]

[Hostile target detected: Dao Ancestor Hongjun.]

[God-Level Choice triggered!]

[Option One: Hug Tongtian's thigh and cry bitterly, begging the old man for a few more days. Reward: One Exquisite Lollipop.]

[Option Two: Point at Hongjun's nose and curse him, telling him to get out. Reward: Postnatal Spirit Treasure, Rattle-drum.]

[Option Three: Beat up Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Reward: Chaos Supreme Treasure, Max-Level Baby Bottle! Additionally, activate Pangu's True Body (Trial Version)!]

Xiruan looked at the three options and pursed her little lips.

This is called a choice?

Anyone who isn't a toddler would know what to pick!

Whether it's a lollipop or a rattle-drum, can they help Daddy pay off his debts?

Can they beat away this bad old man?

No!

Having hard little fists is the only truth!

"I choose three!"

She shouted in her heart.

[Ding! Host has made a choice, rewards have been issued!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Chaos Supreme Treasure: Max-Level Baby Bottle!]

A flash of light appeared.

A crystal-clear, massive baby bottle, taller than half of Xiruan herself, appeared out of thin air before her.

The bottle body swirled with profound chaotic energy, and the nipple emitted terrifying fluctuations that caused even space itself to distort.

"Wow..."

Xiruan looked at the baby bottle and subconsciously smacked her little lips.

This big bottle looks like it would taste really good...

At this moment, seeing Tongtian lower his head in silence, Hongjun assumed he had yielded and was about to press him further.

Suddenly, a childish yet furious voice shattered the dead silence.

"You bad old man! Big, big bad! Not allowed to bully my Daddy!"

Hongjun's movements stalled.

Tongtian, however, was scared out of his wits and reached out to cover Xiruan's mouth: "Ruanruan! Don't talk nonsense! Come back here!"

"Bad creditor!"

Xiruan nimbly broke free from Tongtian's arm, moved her Short Legs, and charged toward Hongjun with the ferocity of an angry kitten.

She struggled to lift the giant baby bottle with both hands, hoisting it high above her head.

"So what if you're owed money? Does being owed money mean you can just lock people up?"

"You look so kind and benevolent, but your heart is so black!"

"Take this baby bottle!"

Xiruan roared with milky ferocity, kicked off the ground, and her tiny body shot forward like a cannonball.

Hongjun's Dharma Body couldn't even be bothered to move.

A toddler with no cultivation?

It was an absolute joke.

With a flicker of his thought, a Saint's pressure capable of crushing a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal descended upon Xiruan.

However, the next second, a sudden change occurred!

In Tongtian's terrified eyes, that giant baby bottle slammed solidly onto Hongjun's forehead.

Crack—!

A clear crack appeared on Hongjun's eternally indifferent face.

Immediately following, the cracks spread across his entire body like a spiderweb.

"Boom—"

The Dharma Body of the Saint shattered with a thunderous crash under that single blow from the baby bottle, dissolving into purple mist that scattered across the sky.

A deathly silence descended.

Tongtian's mouth hung wide open as he stared blankly at his precious Daughter, who stood there shouldering the baby bottle, looking somewhat dazed by the impact.

His mind was a complete blank.

That... that was his Master, Hongjun!

The Dao Ancestor who had merged with the Heavenly Dao!

Even if it were only a projection of his Dharma Body, it should have been enough to suppress any Saint!

And yet, just like that... it had been smashed into nothingness by a baby bottle?

"Hmph! Weakling!"

Xiruan hoisted the baby bottle onto her shoulder, mimicking the posture of the Heroes of Liangshan with an expression of supreme arrogance.

She turned her head, patted her small chest, and promised Tongtian:

"Daddy, don't be afraid. That bad old man is just a paper tiger! If he dares to come back, I'll tear his house down!"

Tongtian's lips trembled: "D-Daughter... do you... do you know... who you just hit..."

Xiruan looked completely indifferent.

"I know, the Old Man Collecting Rent at the Village Entrance, right."

Before the words had even faded.

"Rumble--!"

The entire Purple Cloud Palace—no, the entire chaotic space beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens began to tremble violently!

An aura of destruction, representing the will of the Heavenly Dao and billions of times more terrifying than before, had awakened!!

A giant hand, impossible to describe in words, reached out from the endless chaos and pressed down toward Xiruan.

Hongjun's true form had been stirred!

The Dao Ancestor was truly enraged!

"No--!"

Tongtian's face turned as pale as paper, his eyes splitting with rage as the Saint's power within him crashed frantically against the seals, desperate to stand before his daughter.

"Do not harm my child!!"

But he had been sealed by Hongjun himself; his heaven-shaking, earth-shattering cultivation was rendered useless, and he could only watch helplessly as that world-destroying giant hand descended slowly.

Despair! An unprecedented, absolute despair!

In that moment, Tongtian's world turned completely dark.

It was over, everything was over!

However, Xiruan, locked in the sights of that world-ending might, merely tilted her little face upward. Far from being afraid, she excitedly clenched her small fists.

"Yay! The big one is here?"

"Perfect! I'll beat you up too!"