"You know to beg for mercy now? Too late!"
Xiruan wasn't about to go easy on them. Those two rotten baldies clearly needed a good lesson. They wouldn't learn until they were staring death in the face.
She raised the Chaos Baby Bottle high, ready to bring it crashing down.
"Don't! Don't smash it!"
Terrified, Zunti Daoren's Dharma Body shrank in an instant. He flashed in front of the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, looking ready to sacrifice himself.
"If you're going to smash something... smash me first!"
There was no other choice. He could only use his Sage Dharma Body as a shield.
He refused to believe that the Little Devil King would actually smash a Sage's Dharma Body too!
"Hm?" Xiruan paused.
She looked at Zunti, standing in front of the lotus. A sly glint flashed in her round, dark eyes.
"All right. You said it yourself."
A pure, angelic smile spread across her little face.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, she swung the Milk Bottle straight down onto Zunti Daoren's gleaming bald head!
Zunti Daoren: "!!!" He was completely dumbfounded.
She... she really hit him?! What happened to respecting one's teachers? What happened to Sages being beyond insult?
That wasn't how this was supposed to go!
"Junior Brother, look out!"
Jieyin Daoren cried out, but it was already too late to save him.
Bam—!
The Chaos Baby Bottle slammed squarely into Zunti Daoren's forehead.
Golden stars flashed before Zunti Daoren's eyes as his primordial spirit shuddered violently.
Then his Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, condensed from immeasurable merit and the Power of Faith, let out a groan under the strain.
"Crack... crack..."
Fine fissures spread rapidly from his forehead across his entire body.
At last, with a thunderous crash, Zunti Daoren's Sage Dharma Body shattered, turning into a sky full of golden light that faded away into the world.
Another one!
After Yuanshi Tianzun, another Sage's Dharma Body had been smashed to pieces by Xiruan with a single blow from the bottle!
The whole of Spirit Mountain fell into deathly silence once more.
Every Buddha and Bodhisattva stared blankly at the sky, as if struck by lightning, forgetting to breathe.
Their leader... was just... gone?
"Junior... Junior Brother..."
Jieyin Daoren stared at the golden light fading across the sky, frozen in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the junior brother he'd spent countless eras with had just been... beaten out of existence right before his eyes.
A fury and grief unlike anything he'd ever known exploded in his heart!
"Ahhh—!"
Jieyin Daoren threw back his head and roared, his voice filled with boundless hatred and madness.
"Tongtian! You've gone too far!"
His bloodshot eyes fixed on the direction of Zixiao Palace, as if he could use his gaze to tear the figure he loathed into a thousand pieces.
It had all been Tongtian's scheme!
That lunatic Tongtian had sent this Little Devil King to humiliate them and destroy the Western Religious Sect!
"You and I... are sworn enemies!"
Jieyin Daoren spat out a vicious curse. The Sage aura around him grew even more violent and chaotic, showing signs that he was about to fall into demonic corruption.
Xiruan put away the Milk Bottle and looked down at the Merit Pool.
"All right. No one's in the way now."
She beckoned with one little hand. A fragment of the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, steeped in boundless Daoist insight, flew obediently into her palm.
She weighed a corner of a lotus leaf in her hand. It felt pretty substantial.
Under Jieyin Daoren's murderous gaze, she did something no one could have expected.
She opened her little mouth and gently... took a bite.
"Crunch."
A crisp sound rang out.
Xiruan looked puzzled.
"Hey? Why doesn't this big cookie taste like anything?"
She took another bite, harder this time.
"Crack."
Still tasteless, and so hard it hurt her teeth.
"It's not tasty."
Xiruan curled her lip in disgust and tossed it into her red bellyband.
"Ptooey—!"
Watching this, Jieyin Daoren felt sweetness rise in his throat and spat out another mouthful of Saint Blood.
She... she actually... treated the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus like a cookie?!
And then complained it didn't taste good?!
Jieyin Daoren felt his entire worldview shatter at that moment.
His Sage Dharma Body shook violently. Its light dimmed at a visible pace, and finally it too dissolved into flecks of golden light.
He'd been... angered to death!
Thus, the Dharma Bodies of the Two Saints of the West had both fallen on Spirit Mountain.
Xiruan rubbed her sore cheeks in disgust and looked at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, who had all been completely petrified.
Golden Buddha blood stained Spirit Mountain red.
The once-sacred home of Buddhism now looked like a shabby village that had just been ransacked by bandits.
The bandit chief, Xiruan, stood beside the Merit Pool, looking thoroughly displeased.
"What a lousy cookie. It doesn't taste good at all."
She glanced at the baldies around her, all frozen in place, then at the enormous lotus that had hurt her teeth. In the end, she gave up on carrying the whole thing away.
"Too much trouble."
She'd already taught the two biggest bosses a lesson and collected some interest. That counted as getting a little justice for Daddy.
It was time to go home and bring Daddy some warmth.
"Granny, let's go!"
Xiruan turned and waved her little hand at Holy Mother Wudang, who was still frozen in place.
Holy Mother Wudang jolted and finally came back to herself.
She looked at the scene before her, which resembled the end of the world, then at the toddler who looked so pleased with herself for having "done something big." It all felt utterly unreal.
Was it over?
Just like that... it was over?
The Dharma Bodies of the Two Saints of the West were both... gone?
And their Western Religious Sect's supreme treasure, the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, had even lost a corner?
All because of the three-and-a-half-year-old in front of her?
"P-Predecessor..." Holy Mother Wudang's voice trembled.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's go home!" Xiruan urged impatiently.
"Yes! Yes! This disciple obeys!"
Holy Mother Wudang hurried after her, following close behind Xiruan without daring to so much as breathe loudly.
Under the stunned, fearful, despairing gazes of Spirit Mountain's thousands of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, two figures—a large one and a small one, one red and one black—strode away as if they owned the place.
From beginning to end, not one bald head dared step forward to stop them.
Zixiao Palace.
Master Tongtian had lost count of how many times he'd leapt to his feet from his cushion.
He watched the two figures disappear over the horizon above Spirit Mountain in the Water Mirror, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating.
He was used to it.
He really was.
So what if she'd smashed two Sage Dharma Bodies?
So what if she'd broken off a corner of someone's supreme treasure?
So what if she'd torn apart the entire home of the Western Religious Sect?
What was the big deal?
Compared with smashing the Dao Ancestor's Dharma Body, stealing Eldest Senior Brother's Alchemy Furnace, and dismantling Second Senior Brother's magic treasure, this was all small stuff. Nothing to worry about.
Master Tongtian sat back down on his cushion with an expressionless face. He even had the presence of mind to pour himself a cup of fragrant tea.
He thought that after a little more of this constant, high-intensity stimulation, he might soon break through the barrier of the tenth level of Sagehood and attain the legendary supreme Great Dao.
As he let his thoughts wander and tried to reassure himself, Xiruan returned.
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