Amber brilliance, once a searing agony, coiled around Fan Qisheng not as torment but as a vessel. The confluence of emerald light from the jade-plumed crane, the clay-tinted glow of the badger, and the humble auras of Chen Rui and the novices poured into the floating slats. The bamboo slats shimmered, hardened into a shield of collective will. [Merit Gain: 1,500 – Collective Reverence for Selfless Protection of Sanctuary. System Upgraded: Eminent Domain – Activated.] [Eminent Domain Authority: Total control over all spiritual real estate and resources within the occupied territory. The property owner’s will is absolute.] The slats unfurled physically rather than in Qisheng's thoughts alone, expanding past Overlord Cang Xu, who still laughed within his stolen vortex. The luminous slip ripped through the hollow vault overhead, its script stretching across the expanse like brand marks across an eviction writ. Cang Xu's laughter died into a wet rattle. His gaze darted around the subterranean dome, searching for purchase. The cyclone of Qi cocooning him buckled inward. His ascension vestments—intricately carved nephrite plates over weave-cloth—vibrated off-key, rejected by the subterranean draft. “What… what is this sorcery?” Cang Xu roared, his voice cracking as fractures webbed across his breastplate. He lunged to draw more power from the core, but the amber current recoiled from his palms, snapping back into the deep stone. Mu Linxi, shielded behind Qisheng, pushed herself upright, lips parting as she watched the overhead mandate. “He’s… he’s dispossessing him,” she said. The talisman crafter tracked the characters as they locked into an unyielding pronouncement directly over Cang Xu’s topknot. [Eviction Notice: Overlord Cang Xu. Pursuant to violations of the Sacred Covenant of Vein Sovereignty, abuse of shared spiritual resources, and attempted destruction of protected natural heritage (Ao Shen, Earth-Vein Sovereign), your right to reside upon and draw sustenance from this realm is hereby and irrevocably revoked.] [Forfeiture of all accumulated spiritual real estate and resources, effective immediately.] The final word, ‘immediately,’ crashed down like an iron seal. The ambient Qi in the chamber turned into a gale of abrasive grit. It stripped Cang Xu bare. His armor, cut off from the mountain's roots, unraveled as threads sheared, nephrite plates disintegrated to chalk, and the silk rotted away like wet ash. Cang Xu shrieked, clawing at empty air. “Impossible! I am the Patriarch! I command this realm!” He thrust out two fingers to trace a ward, but the leylines refused his call, snapping against his meridians like frozen twine. Centuries of cultivated foundation cracked apart, shed like dead bark. The rocky roof, bathed in the decree's light, shifted as the text condensed into a titanic outline. A primeval tortoise emerged across the stone, its mossy shell ridge-backed and mountainous, its four limbs planted like roots of the world. One eye—the left—burned emerald with ancient malice, locked upon Cang Xu. “Ao Shen…” Qisheng whispered. No longer merely the shelled hermit lounging under damp cabbage leaves, this was the slumbering titan of the basin, sovereign of root and water, awake in all his mountain-carving weight. The phantom lowered its horned beak. Jaws wide enough to bridge a canyon parted, drawing a draught not of air but of purloined leylines. The amber vortex clinging to Cang Xu sheared away, dragged in thick ribbons into the beast's gullet. Cang Xu choked, fingers digging bloody trenches into his own collar. The pilfered currents returning to their source dragged every drop of his stolen foundation with them. The amber glare in his pupils guttered out, leaving the cloudy film of a ruined mortal. A dry crack echoed through the chamber as Ao Shen’s phantom jaws snapped shut. Cang Xu collapsed like a discarded robe, his meridians burned dry, twitching against the jagged flagstones. “You… you cannot… break… the wheel…” Cang Xu rasped, his chin pressed into the dust as his rheumy eyes found the extraction array. A needle of scarlet bled across the conduits. “If I fall… this peak… drops with me…” With a desperate shove of his remaining strength, the deposed elder slammed a palm onto a recessed rune plate at the rig's base. The scarlet beacon surged into an eye-stabbing flare. A sickening shudder ran through the bedrock, rising into a screech of strained granite as the overloaded siphon threatened to rip the mountain's belly open.

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