Benefactor, This Item Has a Destiny with the West

"How dare you, Demon spawn! Who dares to trespass upon the sacred ground of my Spirit Mountain!"

As Xiruan was drooling over the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus, an angry roar, like a great bell and drum, echoed from within the Great Thunderclap Monastery.

Immediately after, Buddhist light surged, and Sanskrit chants resonated through heaven and earth.

Dozens of figures, treading on golden lotuses and clad in kasayas, filed out from the Great Thunderclap Monastery, surrounding Xiruan.

Leading the charge were core high-ranking members of the Western Religious Sect, such as Ancient Buddha Randeng and Maitreya Buddha. Behind them followed the Eighteen Arhats and the Three Thousand Jie Di (Buddhist Guardians), each with a solemn and majestic appearance, eyes wide with anger. The intertwined auras of quasi-saints and Grand Unity Golden Immortals formed a terrifying pressure, enough to shatter the courage of any cultivator below the quasi-saint level.

Yet, this pressure was no different from a gentle breeze on Xiruan's face. She curiously observed the group of bald heads that had suddenly appeared.

"Wow, so many bald heads!"

Their heads gleamed under the Buddhist light.

"Guanyin junior sister, what is happening?"

Ancient Buddha Randeng's gaze fell upon Guanyin Bodhisattva, whose face was pale and had traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. His brows furrowed deeply.

He could see that Guanyin was severely injured, her innate magical treasure, the Nine Grade Lotus Platform, pulsed with an unstable aura.

"Senior brother..." Guanyin Bodhisattva opened her mouth, her face filled with humiliation and helplessness, unsure of where to begin.

Should she admit that she was beaten by a three-and-a-half-year-old Baby and then escorted all the way back home? How could she continue to be the Guanyin Bodhisattva, the great compassionate one who saves those who suffer?

"Hmph! You group of bad baldies, you came at the perfect time!"

Seeing the overwhelming numbers, Xiruan slammed her milk bottle onto the ground, placed one hand on her hip, and pointed at them.

"Where's your boss? Call him out!"

"I'm here to collect debts for my dad, Tongtian!"

"Tongtian?!"

Hearing the name, the faces of Ancient Buddha Randeng and the others changed in unison. They were all from the Investiture of the Gods era and knew what that name represented. The terror of the Myriad Immortals Array was still vivid in their memories.

"You... who are you to Master Tongtian?" Maitreya Buddha asked tentatively, looking at the harmless-looking Baby before him.

"I'm his daughter!" Xiruan puffed out her chest proudly.

The entire place was shocked by this declaration. All the Buddhas and Bodhisattva stared at Xiruan as if they had seen a ghost.

Master Tongtian's... daughter?! What a joke! When did Master Tongtian have a daughter? They had never heard of it!

"Amitabha," Ancient Buddha Randeng chanted, suppressing the shock in his heart. He looked at Xiruan and said in a deep voice, "Little benefactor, this is the pure land of Buddhism, not a place for you to cause trouble."

"Considering your youth and ignorance, leave quickly, and we can let this matter pass."

"Leave? On what grounds!" Xiruan was displeased.

"You captured so many of our employees and owe us so much money, and now you want to dismiss me with a single sentence?"

"Not a chance!"

"If you don't pay up, I'll... I'll tear down this golden house of yours!" She raised her milk bottle as if to smash it.

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious Demon child!"

"Seize her!"

The Buddhas and Bodhisattva were enraged. Since the founding of the Western Religious Sect, when had they ever endured such provocation? A three-and-a-half-year-old Baby actually threatened to tear down their Great Thunderclap Monastery? It was utterly ridiculous!

Instantly, Buddhist light surged, and various magical treasures and Spiritual Power descended upon Xiruan.

"Excellent!"

Xiruan loved grand scenes like this the most. She swung her milk bottle and charged into the crowd of Buddhas and Bodhisattva.

"Bang!"

A golden body of an Arhat was dented by a baby bottle and sent flying backward.

"Clang!"

Maitreya Buddha's Seed Bag was struck by a baby bottle, its spiritual light dimming, and it flew back with a mournful cry.

"Smack!"

Ancient Buddha Randeng's Qiankun Ruler was even more tragic, directly smashed into two pieces.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Xiruan's tiny body charged through the crowd, leaving a trail of overturned Buddhas and Arhats in her wake, Buddhist blood and golden light flying, magic treasures wailing in unison.

The Buddhas and Arhats, renowned in the Primal Wilderness, were as fragile as paper in front of her unreasonable Chaos Baby Bottle.

Wudang Holy Mother stood in the distance, watching this miraculous scene, completely numb.

One person, one bottle, taking on the entire leadership of Spirit Mountain!

What divine might! What dominance!

She no longer doubted that even if two Saints personally appeared, they probably wouldn't be able to harm this senior in the slightest.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Xiruan, caught up in the fight and preparing to tear down Great Thunderclap Monastery as well, heard two voices filled with endless sorrow and helplessness descend from the heavens.

Immediately after, two towering golden Buddhist figures appeared above Spirit Mountain.

Jieyin Daoren and Zunti Daoren's Dharma Bodies had arrived!

The pressure of a Saint instantly enveloped Spirit Mountain. All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas fighting paused their actions, kneeling on the ground and shouting "Sect Master."

Xiruan also stopped. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the two shining golden bald heads in the sky.

"Wow! The main characters are finally out! It's you two big golden men! So shiny!"

Jieyin and Zunti looked at the baby below, who was excitedly staring at them. Their eyes darkened, and their Dao hearts trembled.

They've come!

This little Devil King had finally come knocking!

They exchanged glances, seeing endless bitterness and fear in each other's eyes.

There was no escaping, they had to face it head-on.

Zunti Daoren took a deep breath and spoke to Xiruan, uttering the classic line of their Western Religious Sect.

"Little benefactor, please stop."

"The item in your hand has affinity with the West. Why not put it down and join us in contemplating the Great Dao? Wouldn't that be beautiful?"

He wanted to try the same trick again, to see if he could trick her out of that bizarre baby bottle.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xiruan's clear, childish voice from below.

"Ah! Spit!"

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