Being a Maid Here Is Really Quite Good!

Dai Mubai squeezed a few words through his teeth with great difficulty, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for help.

Tang San's expression turned grave. He circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, activated his Purple Demon Eye, and reached out with both hands toward the speck of dust on Dai Mubai's shoulder.

"Get up!"

Tang San let out a low shout, unleashing his Crane-Catching Dragon-Subduing Skill.

Yet, it didn't budge in the slightest!

That speck of dust seemed to have taken root, weighing as much as a thousand jun!

Tang San strained until his face and neck turned crimson. He even resorted to using his Clear Sky Hammer, but he couldn't shake it by even a fraction!

How is this possible?! Tang San felt a surge of horror in his heart.

He possessed innate divine strength and the support of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, yet he couldn't even remove a speck of dust?

"Little San, don't waste your energy."

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, walked over with a pale face. He looked at Dai Mubai, who was sprawled on the ground, a flicker of complexity and fear flashing in his eyes.

"This is a divine punishment."

"It is a manifestation of the will from that higher-dimensional world."

"Unless that Immortal Lord withdraws his will, I fear Mubai will have to remain prone like this."

Upon hearing this, the last glimmer of light in Dai Mubai's eyes finally extinguished, leaving behind only despair.

He was a dignified prince, yet he was to be trampled underfoot like a turtle?

"Mubai, don't be too upset."

At this moment, Ma Hongjun leaned in. Although he was startled by the miserable sight of Dai Mubai, he still tried to offer some forced, lighthearted comfort.

"Look on the bright side. That Immortal Lord is a higher-dimensional being, after all; it's normal that we can't beat him."

"Besides, even though Zhu Zhuqing went to wash the sword, she's just a maid. Maybe she'll be sent back after doing chores for a couple of days."

Oscar quickly chimed in:

"That's right, Boss Dai. A real man knows when to bend and when to stretch."

"Zhu Zhuqing just got lucky. As long as we brothers stand together, we'll surely become gods in the future, and then we can go to that world and settle the score!"

Tang San also patted Dai Mubai's dirt-covered head, putting on a righteous and awe-inspiring air.

"Mubai, this is only a temporary setback."

"You must believe that even if she has gone to that world, her heart must still be in Douluo. After all, we are her companions."

"As long as you endure the humiliation, there will be opportunities in the future."

Listening to his brothers' comfort, although Dai Mubai still felt stifled, he had no choice but to force himself to find a way out of this predicament.

That's right, Zhu Zhuqing was only there to wash a sword, not to marry someone else.

As long as she still acknowledged him as her fiancé, then this cuckoldry wasn't officially set in stone!

Primordial Immortal Court, Sword Concealment Pavilion.

Zhu Zhuqing was completely unaware of the scene unfolding in the lower realm.

She was focused entirely on wiping the peerless, malevolent sword in her hands.

After a full hour, as the last trace of Chaos Spirit Spring water slid across the blade, "Clang!"

The black sword, known as the Daluo Sword Embryo, suddenly emitted a crisp, resonant hum.

Immediately following, a visible stream of white energy surged from the sword's body, traveling along Zhu Zhuqing's arm and drilling into her core!

"Ugh!"

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body trembled. She felt no pain; instead, she felt as if her soul had been baptized by some supreme sharpness!

Martial Soul: Nether Spirit Cat (undergoing second evolution)!

Soul Power: Level 45 -> Level 47!

Just from wiping the sword once, not only had her soul power surged by two levels, but more importantly, a trace of sword intent had manifested within her Martial Soul!

It was the sword intent from an Immortal King's personal blade. From now on, every one of her attacks would carry an indestructible sharpness!

"Is this the grace of the Immortal Lord?"

Zhu Zhuqing felt the surging power within her and looked at the sword with even greater devotion.

"Alright, the task is finished."

"Go pour out the washing water."

At this moment, the older maid who had been responsible for her instruction walked over. She glanced at the murky wastewater in the basin and gave a casual command.

"Yes."

Zhu Zhuqing picked up the jade basin. The water inside, originally Chaos Spirit Spring, had turned gray-black after mixing with the dust and impurities from the sword.

"Excuse me, ma'am, where should I pour this water?" Zhu Zhuqing asked cautiously.

The elderly maid pointed toward a small garden outside the Sword Concealment Pavilion.

"Just dump it anywhere in that flowerbed."

"The baleful energy in this water is too heavy; ordinary plants can't handle it. Only the weeds here in the Immortal Court have tough enough lives to endure it."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and carried the basin outside.

At this moment, the livestream camera followed her closely.

The audience in the Douluo Continent, especially Tang San, was staring intently at the basin in Zhu Zhuqing's hands.

"That is the Chaos Spirit Spring..."

"Although it's a bit dirty, the energy it contains is absolutely terrifying!"

"I wonder what the effect will be once it's poured out?"

Purple light flickered in Tang San's eyes. As an expert in poisons and herbs, he instinctively felt that the basin of water was far from simple.

On screen.

Zhu Zhuqing arrived at the so-called small flowerbed.

It was actually just a few patches of black soil cleared at random, with a few sparse, withered-looking weeds growing inside.

One of the blades of grass, thin and long, displayed a sickly shade of blue and looked as if it were on the verge of dying.

"Why does this grass look a bit familiar?"

Tang San frowned. Why did the appearance of this grass look so similar to his Blue Silver Grass?

Zhu Zhuqing didn't overthink it; she lifted the basin and splashed the contents directly onto the dying blue weed!

"Splash!"

Half a basin of murky sword-washing water drenched the weed.

The next second, a miracle occurred!

BOOM!!!

The moment the dying blue weed touched the sword-washing water, it was as if it had been injected with ten tons of stimulants!

It began to tremble violently!

The originally withered yellow leaves instantly turned crystal clear, emitting a glow like that of a sapphire!

Immediately following that, its size began to expand crazily!

One inch, one foot, one zhang!

In the span of just a few breaths, the weed that had originally only been ankle-high grew into a giant plant three meters tall!

Moreover, golden patterns emerged on every one of its leaves!

Those were the patterns of an emperor!

At the same time, an aura of life, rich to the extreme, erupted from the plant, mixed with sharp sword intent!

It was countless times stronger than Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul!

"This, this..."

At Shrek Academy.

Tang San was struck as if by lightning; the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a crack, shattering into pieces.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the weed swaying in the wind, which radiated the aura of a supreme emperor.

Is that still Blue Silver Grass?! How could it make me feel a pressure originating from my very bloodline!!

No, could it be a Blue Silver Grass that has evolved to the extreme and possesses attack attributes?!

At this very moment, Tang San's mentality completely collapsed.

Why, despite both being Blue Silver Grass, was his so weak, while the Blue Silver Grass in that world possessed the posture of an emperor?

Compared to the weed nourished by that basin of sword-washing water, his own felt like rotten vegetable leaves in a trash heap!

That was just wastewater they didn't want!!

Tang San clutched his chest, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"No, I don't believe it!"

"A single weed in that world is stronger than my martial soul?"

Tang San looked at the Blue Silver Grass he had summoned into his palm—which he had previously thought was decent, but now felt incredibly pathetic—his eyes filled with self-doubt.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the elderly maid passed by, glanced at the evolved Blue Silver Emperor Sword Grass, and merely frowned indifferently:

"Tsk, this weed has quite a tenacious life force."

"Growing so big, it's blocking the path."

"I'll find time to pull it out tomorrow; it's an eyesore."

Pfft!

Hearing this, Tang San could no longer hold it in; a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he collapsed backward onto the ground!

That was the Emperor of the plant kingdom—in that world, was it really just a weed to be pulled up for blocking the path?!

This was psychological warfare; it was nothing short of a blatant dimensional strike!

Dai Mubai was still sprawled on the ground, and now it was Tang San's turn to lie flat.

The entire Shrek Academy was shrouded in a gloom of despair.

Only Zhu Zhuqing looked at that vibrant, living blade of grass, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She suddenly felt that.

Being a maid who poured water here.

Was actually quite nice.