Jieyin and Zunti Spit Blood: Tongtian! You're Going Too Far!

"You're begging for mercy now? Too late!"

Xiruan wasn't the type to be reasoned with. She felt those two bald idiots deserved a beating and wouldn't learn their lesson until they saw the coffin.

She raised the Chaos Milk Bottle high, poised to smash it down.

"No! Don't smash it!"

Zunti the Daoist was so scared his Dharma Body instantly shrank. He flashed forward, blocking the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, adopting a look of utter determination.

"If you're going to smash, smash me first!"

He had no choice but to use his Saint Dharma Body as a shield.

He didn't believe this little Devil King would actually dare to smash the Saint Dharma Body along with it!

"Eh?" Xiruan's movements paused.

She looked at Zunti blocking the lotus, a cunning glint flashing in her dark, round eyes.

"Alright, you said it then."

A smile as pure and flawless as an angel's appeared on her small face.

The next second, the milk bottle in her hand smashed down without hesitation onto the shiny bald head of Zunti the Daoist!

Zunti the Daoist: "!!!" He was completely stunned.

She... she actually smashed it?! What happened to respecting teachers and venerating the Dao? What happened to Saints being inviolable?

The script wasn't supposed to go like this!

"Junior brother, be careful!"

Jieyin the Daoist cried out in alarm, but it was too late to help.

BANG--!

The Chaos Milk Bottle landed squarely on Zunti the Daoist's forehead.

Stars exploded before Zunti the Daoist's eyes, and his Primordial Spirit violently shook.

Immediately after, his golden body, formed from immeasurable merit and faith, let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.

"Crack... crack..."

Fine cracks spread rapidly from his forehead across his entire body.

Finally, with a "boom," Zunti the Daoist's Saint Dharma Body shattered, turning into a sky full of golden light and dissipating into the heavens and earth.

Another one!

Following Yuanshi Tianzun, another Saint Dharma Body was smashed by Xiruan in the same way, with a single bottle!

The entire Spirit Mountain fell into deathly silence once more.

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas looked at the sky as if struck by lightning, forgetting to breathe.

Their leader... was gone just like that?

"Jun... Junior brother..."

Jieyin the Daoist stared at the dissipating golden light, completely stunned, disbelief etched on his face.

He couldn't believe his junior brother, with whom he had spent countless eons, had been... beaten into oblivion right before his eyes?

An unprecedented rage and grief erupted from the depths of his heart!

"Ahhhh--!"

Jieyin the Daoist roared to the sky, his voice filled with endless venom and madness.

"Tongtian! You are too much!"

His eyes, red as blood, fixed on the direction of Zixiao Palace, as if trying to flay the figure he hated to the bone with his gaze.

This was all Tongtian's scheme!

That lunatic Tongtian had instigated this little Devil King to humiliate them, to destroy their Western Religious Sect!

"I will not rest until I have your blood...!"

Jieyin the Daoist uttered a vicious curse, his Saint aura becoming wild and chaotic, showing signs of falling into Devil-hood.

Xiruan, meanwhile, retracted her milk bottle and looked down at the Merit Pool.

"Alright, no one's blocking me now."

She extended her small hand and beckoned, and the fragments of the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, containing endless Daoist rhyme, obediently flew into her hand.

She picked up a lotus leaf corner and weighed it in her hand, feeling it had a decent heft.

Under the almost murderous gaze of Jieyin the Daoist, she made a move that surprised everyone.

She opened her small mouth and lightly... took a bite.

"Crunch."

A crisp sound.

Xiruan's small face showed a confused expression.

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"Huh? Why doesn't this big biscuit have any flavor?"

She took another bite.

"Crunch."

Still no flavor, and it was so hard it hurt her teeth.

"It's not tasty."

Xiruan pouted in disgust and casually tossed it into her Red Bib.

"Pfft—!"

Daoist Jieyin felt a sweetness in his throat as he watched this scene, and a mouthful of Saint Blood spurted out again.

She... she actually... actually treated the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus... like a biscuit?!

And complained it wasn't tasty?!

Daoist Jieyin felt his worldview shatter at that moment.

His Saint Dharma Body trembled violently, its light dimming at a visible rate before finally dissipating into specks of golden light in the air.

He had been... angered to death!

Thus, the Dharma Bodies of the Two Saints of the West both perished on Spirit Mountain.

Xiruan rubbed her jaw with a look of disgust, glancing at a group of completely petrified Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Golden Buddha blood stained Spirit Mountain.

The former holy land of Buddhism now looked like a dilapidated village recently plundered by bandits.

The bandit leader, Xiruan, stood by the Merit Pool with an unhappy expression.

"What a terrible biscuit, not tasty at all."

She glanced at the stunned bald heads around her, then at the tooth-cracking big lotus. She finally gave up on the idea of moving the whole thing.

"Too much trouble."

She had already taught the two biggest bosses a lesson and collected her interest, avenging her father a little.

It was time to go home and bring warmth to her father.

"Old Auntie, let's go!"

Xiruan turned and beckoned to the still-petrified Wudang Holy Mother.

Wudang Holy Mother jolted and suddenly snapped back to reality.

Looking at the doomsday-like scene before her, and then at the baby doll with the expression of "I've done something big," she was still in a state of extreme disbelief.

It was over?

Just like that... it was over?

The Dharma Bodies of the Two Saints of the West were gone just like that?

Their sect's treasure, the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, even had a corner chipped off?

All of this was because of the senior in front of her, who was only three and a half years old?

"Sen... Senior..." Wudang Holy Mother's voice trembled.

"What are you still standing around for? Let's go home!" Xiruan urged impatiently.

"Yes! Yes! This disciple obeys!"

Wudang Holy Mother quickly followed, walking step by step behind Xiruan, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Under the stunned, fearful, and despairing gazes of thousands of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on Spirit Mountain, two figures, one large and one small, one red and one black, swaggered away grandly.

From beginning to end, not a single bald head dared to step forward and stop them.

Zixiao Palace.

Sect Leader Tongtian didn't know how many times he had jumped up from his meditation cushion.

He looked at the two receding figures in the water mirror, disappearing into the sky above Spirit Mountain, and felt his heart stop beating.

He was used to it.

He was really used to it.

Smashed two Saint Dharma Bodies?

Chipped off a corner of their sect's treasure?

Upset the entire nest of the Western Religious Sect?

What a big deal.

Compared to smashing the Dao Ancestor's Dharma Body, stealing Senior Brother's pill furnace, and dismantling Second Brother's magic treasures, this was a minor event, a minor event.

Sect Leader Tongtian sat back on his cushion with a blank expression, even having the leisure to pour himself a cup of fragrant tea.

He felt that under such continuous high-intensity stimulation, he might soon break through the tenth heaven of Sainthood and attain the legendary supreme Great Dao.

Just as he was lost in thought, comforting himself psychologically, Xiruan returned.