God's Mouth, the Traveler's Joy!

On the streets of Heaven Dou City.

"Good morning, Uncle Althay!"

"Good morning, Paimon!"

"Good morning, Miss Lina!"

"Good morning, Paimon!"

As long as she had met someone once and knew them, Paimon could call out their name without fail.

With that skill, it would not be an exaggeration to call her the strongest tour guide.

Everyone had also grown accustomed to Paimon, the unidentified flying object that could talk.

At first, they had merely found her somewhat strange.

After all, this was Douluo Continent!

It was not impossible for someone's Martial Soul to be an unidentified flying object!

If something could not be explained, a Mutated Martial Soul could explain it all.

After learning that this world was Douluo Continent, Zhongli turned his gaze toward the still-bewildered Paimon beside him.

After coaxing and tricking her, pfft...

After obtaining Paimon's consent, the two "people" formed a contract. Paimon would survive in this world as Zhongli's Martial Soul.

Of course, that was only meant to fool outsiders. There was no actual turning Paimon into a Martial Soul.

"I don't know whether Zhongli is lucky or unlucky."

"He awakened such a peculiar creature as Paimon, yet she only has a quarter of a Wild Boar's combat strength."

"Rather than awakening a Martial Soul, it's more like he's raising a daughter ahead of time."

After learning of Zhongli's situation, everyone could not help but sigh.

Little Cutie Paimon was quite lovable. They all liked the little fellow very much, even though she had no real strength.

A Soul Master's power lay almost entirely in their Martial Soul. In Zhongli's case, he was basically crippled.

Still, unlike others who had no Soul Power, Zhongli's "Martial Soul" could keep him company, talk to him, accompany him...

Seeing Paimon greet everyone she came across, a faint ripple finally stirred Zhongli's otherwise unmoved heart.

She called him a street loafer, a worthless member of society...

Yet when addressing others, it was either uncle, sir, miss, sister, or brother...

"Phew..."

Zhongli slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, then turned his head away, no longer looking at God's Mouth.

Now, he finally understood the joy of Blonde Auntie.

With Paimon speaking for him, he basically did not need to open his mouth at all.

"Good morning, His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Good morning..."

"???"

"Xue Qinghe" subconsciously returned the greeting. By the time she came to her senses, Zhongli and Paimon had already walked dozens of meters away.

Wait, those two!

Her fists clenched!

When they saw the Crown Prince, they merely greeted him as though they had encountered an ordinary commoner, as if his presence did not matter.

Under normal circumstances, should they not have exchanged a few more pleasantries?

"Xue Qinghe" was still bothered by the dream she had had last night.

She had come this time because she wanted to see Zhongli and Paimon again.

To probe them and see whether he was that Vago Rock Emperor!

Looking at Zhongli's gait, like that of an eighty-year-old man, Qian Renxue shook her head and thought to herself:

What is wrong with me?

How could this street loafer possibly be the Vago Rock Emperor!

His Martial Soul is just some strange flying object, the kind with no combat ability at all.

"Xue Qinghe" had seen Paimon before. Otherwise, Paimon could not possibly have immediately called out her "occupation."

This matter had to begin when Zhongli and Paimon first arrived in Heaven Dou City.

Such a strange "Martial Soul" naturally caught "Xue Qinghe's" attention. That very day, she had arranged a chance encounter and gotten to know one person and one flying object.

After thinking for a moment, "Xue Qinghe" quickly stepped forward and came to Zhongli and Paimon's side.

"Eh? Does His Highness the Crown Prince need something?"

Paimon asked in confusion. They were about to go eat tofu pudding—there was no time to waste.

Zhongli said nothing, seeming as mute as ever as he watched Paimon and "Xue Qinghe."

"Little Paimon, what are you two planning to do?"

"Xue Qinghe" spoke with a gentle smile, appearing as friendly as though he were truly Zhongli and Paimon's friend.

It did not feel off-putting in the slightest.

"Zhongli and I are going to eat tofu pudding. Would His Highness the Crown Prince like to join us?"

"Sure. I haven't had breakfast either!"

"???"

Paimon's tiny head filled with enormous question marks. The Crown Prince had actually agreed?

She had only asked casually!

"Um, well..."

Paimon looked embarrassed. Their money... seemed to be running short!

She shot Zhongli a slightly resentful look.

Morax had no Mora. Even after crossing into another world, he still wanted to freeload!

No one in this world would pay for all that knowledge of his!

What Paimon did not know was that Zhongli also possessed this world's knowledge. In fact, he understood it better than many people in this world—even its gods!

He was a transmigrator, after all!

"Xue Qinghe's" eye twitched, but he quickly returned to normal.

So they really had no money, huh!

What a waste of that handsome face...

"Little Paimon, meeting is fate. I'll treat you two to this meal!"

Paimon was left stunned by "Xue Qinghe's" generous manner.

There really were suckers in this world?

That old man called Dugu Bo counted as one, and this Crown Prince—whatever his name was—counted as another.

"Thank you, Your Highness. Hehe."

Paimon smiled a little sheepishly. Back when she had been with the Traveler, they had only lacked Mora in the beginning.

After their efforts brought them to Liyue, they had rarely been short on money.

Well, the Traveler had earned all the money, but without such a good guide as Paimon cheering him on from the side, could the Traveler have earned that much?

"Zhongli, get it together! Earn money properly, and someday we'll treat His Highness the Crown Prince to a grand feast too."

Zhongli: "..."

"Xue Qinghe": "..."

She had never seen—or even heard of—such a miraculous martial soul before!

Treat Qian Renxue to a grand feast?

If they truly wanted to do that, Zhongli would probably have to make it himself.

On Douluo Continent, what grand feast had Qian Renxue not already tasted, with all of them being much the same?

Never mind that she was currently the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou Empire—even without that identity, she was still the Saintess of Spirit Hall!

She would not be interested in any grand feast that could be bought with Gold Soul Coins.

"My apologies, Your Highness. Zhongli isn't very good at talking!"

"Come on, come on, let's go eat tofu pudding. Paimon loves sweet tofu pudding the most."

"Unlike some useless bum who actually thinks savory tofu pudding tastes better!"

As she said this, Paimon glared "viciously" at Zhongli. Who she was talking about was obvious without saying.

"Xue Qinghe" went numb upon hearing that.

There was probably no one else in the entire world whose martial soul could mock its host for being a useless bum.

Terrifying!

Come to think of it, Paimon was Zhongli's martial soul. Because of Paimon, Zhongli could not grow stronger, and because of Zhongli, Paimon likewise could not absorb soul rings and become stronger.

Their situation was rather strange.

Wait, Zhongli actually thought savory tofu pudding tasted better?

Heretic!