"How dare you! What fiend are you, to trespass on the sacred grounds of Spirit Mountain?!"
As Xiruan drooled over the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, a roar like a great bell boomed from within the Great Thunderclap Monastery.
In an instant, Buddha Light blazed brightly, and Buddhist Chants rang out across heaven and earth.
Dozens of figures emerged in single file from the Great Thunderclap Monastery, stepping on golden lotuses and clad in kasayas. They surrounded Xiruan on all sides.
At their head were Ancient Buddha Randeng, Maitreya Buddha, and the other core leaders of the Western Religious Sect. Behind them followed the Eighteen Arhats and the Three Thousand Jie Di. Each wore a solemn expression and glared furiously, while the auras of Quasi-Saints and Great Luo cultivators intertwined.
The combined pressure was terrifying enough to make any cultivator below the Quasi-Saint level lose their nerve and collapse.
Yet to Xiruan, it felt no different from a gentle breeze. She curiously sized up the crowd of bald heads that had suddenly appeared before her.
"Wow, so many bald heads!"
Under the glow of Buddha Light, every one of their heads gleamed brightly.
"Junior Sister Guanyin, what happened?"
Ancient Buddha Randeng's gaze fell on Guanyin Bodhisattva, whose face was deathly pale and whose lips were still stained with blood. His brow furrowed tightly.
He could tell that Guanyin had suffered serious injuries. Even the aura of her Natal Treasure, the Nine Grade Lotus Platform, had grown unsteady.
"Senior Brother..." Guanyin Bodhisattva parted her lips. Her face was full of humiliation and helplessness, yet she didn't know where to begin.
Was she supposed to say that a three-and-a-half-year-old baby had beaten her and escorted her all the way back home?
If she said that aloud, how could she ever continue being the great, compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and delivered the distressed?
"Hmph! You bad baldies, just in time!"
Seeing how outnumbered they were, Xiruan slammed her Milk Bottle on the ground, planted one hand on her hip, and pointed at them with the other.
"Where's your boss? Tell him to come out!"
"I came to collect what you owe my dad, Tongtian!"
"Tongtian?!"
At the name, Ancient Buddha Randeng and the others all changed expression.
They had all lived through the Investiture of the Gods era, so they knew exactly what that name meant.
The terror of the Myriad Immortals Array was still fresh in their memories.
"Y-you're Master Tongtian's...?"
Maitreya Buddha looked at the seemingly harmless baby and asked cautiously.
"I'm his daughter!" Xiruan puffed out her little chest, looking immensely proud.
The moment she said that, everyone was stunned.
Every Buddha and Bodhisattva stared at Xiruan as if they'd seen a ghost.
Master Tongtian's... daughter?!
What kind of joke was this?
When had Master Tongtian ever had a daughter? How had they never heard of it?
"Amitabha." Ancient Buddha Randeng chanted the Buddha's Name, forcing down his shock.
He looked at Xiruan and said gravely, "Young Benefactor, this is a pure land of Buddhism, not a place for you to cause trouble."
"Since you're young and don't know any better, leave at once. We can let bygones be bygones."
"Leave? Why should I?!"
Xiruan wasn't having it.
"You captured so many of our employees and owe us so much money. And now you think you can just brush me off with a few words?"
"No way!"
"If you don't pay up, I'll... I'll tear down your golden house!"
As she spoke, she raised her Milk Bottle as if to smash it.
"Insolent!"
"You audacious little fiend!"
"Seize her!"
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas flew into a rage.
Since the Western Religious Sect's founding, when had they ever suffered such an insult?
A three-and-a-half-year-old baby was actually threatening to tear down their Great Thunderclap Monastery?
It was utterly absurd!
In an instant, Buddha Light surged, and all kinds of magical treasures and divine powers descended upon Xiruan.
"Bring it on!"
Xiruan loved a grand spectacle like this best. She swung her Milk Bottle and charged into the crowd of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Bang!
A bottle blow dented an Arhat's golden body and sent him flying.
Clang!
Maitreya Buddha's Seed Bag was struck by the Milk Bottle. Its spiritual light dimmed, and it flew back with a mournful cry.
Smack!
Ancient Buddha Randeng's Qiankun Ruler fared even worse. It was smashed clean in two.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
Xiruan's tiny body barreled through the crowd. Wherever she went, people tumbled like bowling pins. Buddha blood and golden light flew together, while magical treasures wailed in unison.
The Buddhas and Arhats whose names had resounded throughout the Primeval World were as fragile as paper before her unreasonable Chaos Baby Bottle.
Holy Mother Wudang stood in the distance, watching this astonishing sight. She was already completely numb.
One person, one bottle, taking on the entire leadership of Spirit Mountain!
What divine might! What sheer dominance!
By now, she had no doubt that even if the two Saints came in person, they would probably be powerless against this senior.
"Stop! All of you, stop!"
Just as Xiruan was getting into the fight and preparing to tear down the Great Thunderclap Monastery in one go,
Two voices, filled with endless sorrow and helplessness, came from the highest heavens.
Then two towering Golden Buddha Shadows appeared above Spirit Mountain.
Jieyin Daoren and Zunti Daoren's Dharma Bodies had arrived!
The pressure of the Saints instantly engulfed all of Spirit Mountain. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had been fighting froze beneath it and fell to their knees, calling out, "Sect Masters!"
Xiruan stopped too. She gazed at the two golden, gleaming bald heads in the sky, and her eyes lit up at once.
"Wow! The big shots finally showed up! You two are giant golden statues! Even shinier!"
Jieyin and Zunti stared down at the baby, who was looking up at them with excitement. Their vision darkened, and their Dao Hearts trembled.
She was here!
This Little Devil King had finally come looking for them!
They exchanged a glance, both seeing endless bitterness and fear in each other's eyes.
There was no escaping her. They could only brace themselves and face her.
Zunti Daoren drew a deep breath and spoke the Western Religious Sect's classic line to Xiruan.
"Young Benefactor, please stop."
"The item in your hand is fated for our Western Religious Sect. Why not put it down and join us in contemplating the Great Dao? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
He wanted to try his old trick again and see if he could talk her into handing over that strange Milk Bottle.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiruan's clear, babyish voice rang out from below.
"Ugh! Ptooey!"
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