The Oppressive Aura of the Rock Demon God!

Zhongli's residence.

Zhongli brewed a pot of tea and looked at the celestial screen with great interest.

He had lived on the Teyvat Continent for over six thousand years, and the memories of his past life had almost been eroded.

The celestial screen had removed his Erosion, and the memories of his "death" flooded his mind, turning unclear recollections into vivid ones.

Douluo Continent, Zhongli was quite familiar with it.

If he remembered correctly, the TOP10 ranked by the celestial screen, this famous scene involving Tang San...

The hand holding the teapot trembled slightly.

As a Demon God of such an advanced age, he generally wouldn't laugh.

"It seems there's more than just famous scenes..."

Zhongli's words had a double meaning.

"Famous scenes" could also be "netherworld scenes."

As if recalling something, Zhongli picked up his teacup and took another sip, saying, "It looks like I'll be busy from now on."

As expected, as soon as Zhongli put down his teacup, his front door was knocked upon.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The knocking was rhythmic, three knocks each time, followed by a pause.

The visitor was someone who valued etiquette.

"The celestial screen has appeared and occupies ninety percent of the world's free time."

"Their leisure time is spent discussing the powerhouses on the celestial screen, or preparing for battle."

"These two, however, have such refined taste..."

Zhongli said with a calm expression.

With a casual wave of his hand, two teacups appeared on the table, and the tea from the teapot flowed into the two cups, guided by a stream of amber energy.

With another wave, the tightly shut door opened. The refined middle-aged man, who was about to knock again, paused and immediately stopped.

He exchanged a glance with the old man beside him before they both entered the mansion.

If Zhongli hadn't "invited" them in, the door wouldn't have opened.

And they wouldn't be standing unharmed at the entrance.

Zhongli's residence wasn't large, only about ten steps from the gate to the main hall.

Upon entering the hall, the first things that caught their eyes were some calligraphy and paintings, followed by some "strange" stones.

Looking at these stones, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up!

This was the Rock Demon God; it was normal for him to collect peculiar stones.

"Ning Fengzhi (Chen Xin) pays his respects to the Archon!"

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin bowed to Zhongli and said.

They were juniors, the weak, and it was inappropriate to address Zhongli by his "divine name."

Addressing Zhongli by his human name was also inappropriate.

Among so many "divine titles," only "Geo Archon" was the most fitting.

This was something Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin had discussed before arriving.

"Guests are welcome, please sit."

Zhongli gestured for them to sit.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

This Rock Demon God—Morax—was approachable.

At this moment, they felt like a six-year-old child without any Soul Power visiting a renowned Peerless Douluo.

It would be a simple matter for the latter to ignore them or even strike them down.

Something they wouldn't even care about.

But this one... was approachable.

Truly the God of Contracts...

Looking at the teacups before them and the tea within, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin felt even more at ease.

Seeing them take their seats, Zhongli finally spoke.

"You are too kind."

"I have abdicated my divine position and am no longer the Geo Archon, nor the God of Contracts."

"I am now just an ordinary person named Zhongli."

"You can just call me Zhongli."

Upon hearing this.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's expressions became incredibly complex.

They knew full well that Zhongli was a Demon God, the Geo Archon, and that his "human" guise was merely a disguise.

How could they dare to be disrespectful to such an existence?

Could a divine position be relinquished just by saying so?

"This..."

"I'll still call you Mr. Zhongli. I truly cannot bring myself to call you by your given name, Fengzhi."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands and said with a serious expression.

Although Zhongli said it, he didn't dare to do it.

The other party was proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting!

He was worthy of the title "Mr."

Zhongli glanced at Ning Fengzhi, calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said.

"Fine."

Ning Fengzhi dared not put on any airs as the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects.

"Mr. Zhongli, I apologize for this unannounced visit. This is a small token of my regard."

After saying this.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and brushed his hand over the storage bracelet on his wrist. Exquisite gift boxes appeared on the table before him.

There were six gift boxes, all of superior quality, each incredibly valuable and a rare treasure.

Only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with its immense wealth, could afford to use such boxes for gifts.

Ning Fengzhi did not open the boxes, nor did he introduce the gifts within.

His sole purpose for this visit was to "pay his respects" to Zhongli.

He had no other intentions.

As for the gifts in the boxes, he believed that with Zhongli's discernment, he would recognize their value.

Introducing them further would only make him seem to have ulterior motives.

As a sect master and a "great merchant," Ning Fengzhi understood this "superficial" principle all too well.

Zhongli remained silent, but Chen Xin stood up and placed the six gift boxes in a corner of the hall.

This left Zhongli no opportunity to refuse.

The etiquette was impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.

"Mr. Zhongli, I sincerely apologize for this unannounced intrusion today."

"We still have some matters to attend to. We will certainly visit again another day."

Ning Fengzhi did not linger, nor did he inquire about any matters or engage in lengthy conversation.

His purpose for this visit had been achieved.

Lingering further might displease the other party.

"Mmm~"

Zhongli looked at Ning Fengzhi, then at Chen Xin, and nodded slightly.

"Since you both have matters to attend to, I will not keep you any longer."

After a bit more polite back-and-forth, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin finally left the living room and headed towards the main entrance.

As they left, they closed the door behind them.

On their way back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the two exchanged not a single word.

"A chamber of commerce operating on a sect's framework, that's quite interesting."

"There are truly very few Soul Masters in this world who use their brains."

On the Douluo Continent, if a problem could be solved with Soul Power or Soul Skills, most Soul Masters wouldn't bother to think.

It wasn't that they weren't intelligent, but rather a subconscious habit.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin had just returned, and under Gu Rong's astonished gaze, they collapsed onto their chairs without any regard for their appearance.

If one looked closely, they would notice that their backs were drenched in sweat, and their body temperatures were alarmingly low, as if they had just returned from the far north.

"What's wrong with you two??"

Gu Rong asked, bewildered.

They had only gone to deliver a gift.

Why would it come to this?

If it were Ning Fengzhi, that would be one thing, but how could the swordman Chen Xin be the same?

"Uncle Bone... Uncle Bone, it's not that I'm incapable, it's just that the Emperor Lord's aura is too oppressive."

"In front of him, maintaining my composure almost made me lose my footing..."

"Hoo... hoo..."

Ning Fengzhi took two deep breaths, feeling a lingering fear.

Is this the pressure brought by a Demon God?

He looked so "kind and approachable," exuding a sense of security, yet my heart couldn't help but race!