Qian Daoliu to the Rescue? Tang San, Use It Sparingly—Washing Pants Wastes a Lot of Water!

The Heavenly Screen seemed to think the show was not exciting enough, or perhaps it wanted to bestow one final bit of "mercy" and "mockery" upon the Original World.

A mechanical voice rang throughout the venue.

[Given the enormous disparity between Tang San/Tang Shan of the two worlds, a special reward mechanism has been triggered!]

[Current World Tang Shan has decided to provide a cross-world "assistance" to the Original World!]

[Assistance items: one God-Given Soul Ring! One experience card!]

[Please note: this assistance comes with an extremely strong sense of personal malicious amusement.]

[The passage between the two worlds has opened · Golden light descends]

As the teasing mechanical voice faded, the image on the right side of the Heavenly Screen suddenly warped, and a golden vortex appeared out of thin air above Pope's Palace.

Two streaks of light tore through the sky like meteors, hurtling directly toward Tang San, whose crotch was wet as he trembled in fear.

"Ding—"

As the light dispersed, floating before Tang San was a bead emanating a Seven-Colored Halo, along with an extremely bizarre-looking... card.

[Item One:

God's Gift Spirit Ring (No Side Effects Version)]

[Description: Crush it to absorb it. Its age will be determined by the limit your body can withstand.

Using it on this piece of trash is a complete waste, but I have too many Ju Zi at home to finish eating, and I'm in a good mood.]

[Item Two:

Single-Use Experience Card · "You-Know-Who, Get Out Here and Clean Up This Mess"]

[Description: Upon use, you may randomly summon an "unofficial member" of the Current World Clear Sky Sect to act on your behalf once.]

[Note: Since you are too weak, the summoned person may verbally insult you. Please prepare yourself mentally.]

Tang Hao, who had been preparing to self-destruct, froze at the sight of those two items.

Qian Daoliu of the Original World, who had been brimming with killing intent, also froze.

"Th-This is a divine miracle?!"

Tang Hao reacted the fastest. He grabbed the card and stuffed it into Tang San's hands as he was still staring blankly, roaring:

"Xiao San!

Use it, now!

This is the lifeline the God Son has given you!

Hurry!!"

Startled by his father's roar, Tang San jerked violently and frantically crushed the experience card called "You-Know-Who, Get Out Here and Clean Up This Mess."

"Buzz—!!!"

In an instant, a vast, boundless sacred aura suddenly descended before Pope's Palace!

This aura was actually purer and more terrifying than that of Qian Daoliu from the Original World!

Qian Daoliu of the Original World's pupils constricted as an intensely ominous feeling rose within him.

"This aura... why is it so similar to mine, yet so much stronger?!"

The next second, golden light gathered.

An elderly yet vigorous figure stepped out of the void.

He wore golden robes, bore six wings on his back, had a broad smile on his face, and even held a rag that had not been wiped clean.

It was none other than—the Current World's Strongest Wage Earner, Qian Daoliu!

[The entire venue fell deathly silent!]

Qian Daoliu of the Original World stared at this "self" who looked exactly like him but possessed a completely different temperament, and his mind went blank.

The moment Qian Daoliu of the Current World appeared as a projection, he looked around in confusion before his gaze landed on Tang San, sprawled on the ground.

Qian Daoliu's brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown, and he covered his nose with a look of disgust.

"Eugh... what a pissy smell."

"So this is the 'Original World trash' His Highness the God Son mentioned?

Why did you wet your pants?

You've utterly disgraced the Clear Sky Sect of our world!"

Tang San: "..."

Tang Hao: "..."

Publicly humiliated by the "savior" who had been summoned, Tang San wished he could die on the spot.

But although Qian Daoliu of the Current World had a vicious tongue, he did not dare to be careless with his work. He sighed and shook the rag in his hand.

"Forget it, forget it. His Highness the God Son ordered me to clean up the trash over here. I need to finish quickly and head back—Xue'er is still waiting for me to bring her fruit."

With that, he slowly turned around and looked at Qian Daoliu of the Original World, who had already turned completely rigid in midair.

The two Qian Daolius met each other's eyes across time and space.

Qian Daoliu of the Original World: "Y-You are..."

Qian Daoliu of the Current World rolled his eyes, his face full of impatience.

"What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome version of yourself before?"

"So you're the old bastard who bullied His Highness the God Son's... uh, poor relative?"

Before he finished speaking, the rag in Qian Daoliu of the Current World's hand suddenly blazed with golden light!

How was that a rag? It was clearly a divine artifact condensed from the peak Soul Power of a Limit Douluo!

"Get down here!!!"

With a furious roar, the "rag" in Qian Daoliu of the Current World's hand instantly transformed into a massive golden palm that blotted out the sky. Carrying the terrifying resentment of I've been taking abuse from the Clear Sky Sect and was just looking for somewhere to vent it, it viciously slapped toward Qian Daoliu of the Original World!

[Slap—!!!]

A crisp slap loud enough to rupture eardrums echoed throughout all of Spirit City!

Before everyone's horrified eyes—

Qian Daoliu, the lofty and unrivaled Grand Worship of the Original World, was actually swatted straight out of the sky like a fly!

Boom!

Qian Daoliu of the Original World crashed into the ground, sending dust into the air. Half his face swelled up like a pig's head, and several of his teeth were knocked flying.

[Instant kill!]

[A dimensionality-crushing strike from a "servant" of the Current World!]

Qian Daoliu of the Current World clapped his hands and looked down disdainfully at his miserable "self" in the crater, then spat in contempt.

"Pah! So weak."

"You can't even beat the dog that guards His Highness the God Son's gate, and you dare call yourself Qian Daoliu?"

"Don't say your surname is Qian when you go out from now on. It's embarrassing!"

As he spoke, his figure gradually began to fade.

But at the very last moment before disappearing, he seemed to remember something. He turned toward Tang San on the ground and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Oh, right. His Highness the God Son asked me to pass along a message."

Tang San raised his head trembling.

"W-What message?"

Qian Daoliu of the Current World pointed at Tang San's soaking-wet crotch and loudly said:

"He said, 'Use that God-Given Soul Ring sparingly. Don't wet yourself again just because you get excited. Washing pants wastes a lot of water.'"

As his words fell, Qian Daoliu of the Current World turned into specks of golden light and vanished.

Leaving behind—

Qian Daoliu of the Original World, whose face had swollen into a pig's head.

The dumbfounded powerhouses of the Original World.

And...

Tang San, who had been publicly executed and socially annihilated before hundreds of millions of viewers.

[Tang San, deceased (mentally).]

Before Pope's Palace in Spirit City—deathly silence.

The wind gently blew past.

It lifted Tang San's still-wet pants, bringing a chilling draft and carrying away the last shred of his dignity as a man.

"Washing pants... wastes a lot of water..."

Those words echoed above the plaza outside Pope's Palace like a curse, lingering for a long time.

The Spirit Hall knights and elite Soul Masters from the various teams, who had originally glared angrily at him—

Now no longer looked at Tang San with hostility.

Instead, they looked at him with the pity one might show a "rare species," along with twisted expressions as they desperately tried not to laugh aloud.