The Three-Year Deadline Had Arrived

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Spirit City, Saintess Hall.

A gauze canopy hung over the large bed in the room, which was covered in fine silk bedding. Mist drifted through the air, carrying the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Eleven-year-old Bibi Dong, now graceful and slender, soaked her entire body in a bath barrel, absorbing the essence of the medicinal bath.

She circulated her Soul Power to draw the medicinal essence into her body, strengthening her physique and improving her cultivation.

At the same time, she thought about how Qian Daoliu had lavished resources upon her over the past three years.

Being raised so extravagantly, spoiled without restraint, and having every request granted made her fall into memories.

In her previous life, Qian Xunji had once treated her this well too.

But ever since she had gone alone to Pope Palace to confront Qian Xunji in order to be with her beloved Xiao Gang, determined to leave Soul Hall, elope with Xiao Gang, and marry into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, everything had changed.

That old bastard Qian Xunji—beast, scumbag, loveless, utterly humorless asshole!

He had actually relied on his superior strength to knock her unconscious.

Then he imprisoned her in a secret room, forced himself on her, and made her conceive and give birth to Qian Renxue.

What made Bibi Dong hate Qian Xunji even more was what he did afterward.

That bastard Qian Xunji had actually taken her to see her beloved Xiao Gang afterward, forcing her to say cruel things to Xiao Gang, breaking his heart and humiliating him.

She watched as Xiao Gang was dragged out of Spirit City by two Palace Guard Knights, kicked in the backside, and left face-down on the ground with his butt raised, looking utterly humiliated.

Bibi Dong: Ah, ah, ah! Damn Qian Xunji! I'll kill you ten thousand times—ten thousand times!

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong finally came back to her senses.

Fortunately, Xiao Gang had not yet come to Spirit City in this life. None of those things had happened yet, and everything could still be changed.

Xiao Gang, in this life, I definitely won't let anyone hurt you again! Bibi Dong silently swore.

After making her vow, Bibi Dong rose from the bath barrel. With the maidservants attending to her, she dried herself and changed into luxurious clothes and brown round-toed leather shoes.

She headed outside.

In the office at Pope Palace, files were piled like mountains.

Soul Hall was, after all, a continent-level power. Even a remote and impoverished place like Saint Soul Village had a Sub-Hall.

Imperial authority did not reach the countryside, but Soul Hall did.

With such vast territory under its jurisdiction, there were naturally countless files to process.

Qian Daoliu, who had already retired to Worship Hall to serve as the Grand Worship Elder in peace, had returned to Pope Palace and resumed the Pope's work, handling documents all day long.

"Unfilial son, unfilial son! It's been five years—five whole years—and you haven't even returned to Spirit City once!"

"You said you'd marry and have children within three years, yet I haven't seen you bring back a woman or a child!"

"I already retired from being Pope and went to Worship Hall to enjoy my old age as the Grand Worship Elder, yet I've actually been dragged back out of retirement to do the Pope's work again!"

"Qian Xunji, you really are no son of mine!"

Complaints aside, the files still had to be processed.

The 007 work schedule and endless daily documents caused the resentment in Qian Daoliu's heart to grow without end.

For the Rakshasa God parasitizing Qian Daoliu's Mental Sea of Consciousness, this was a good thing.

There was a huge resentment buffet to enjoy every day.

Besides Qian Daoliu, the group of bishops processing documents in Pope Palace's office also provided an endless stream of resentment every day.

They had no holidays and worked more than twelve hours a day.

The work was far beyond anything they could finish.

Resentment was produced at every moment.

Rakshasa God: This place is so enjoyable that I have no desire to return to Slaughter City.

"Dong'er, you're here." The moment Qian Daoliu saw Bibi Dong arrive, his expression changed instantly. His dead-eyed, resentment-filled look became a kindly face with a smile.

"Master, I'm already level 30." Bibi Dong acted cute and youthful as she sweetly smiled.

That was merely her outward display. Inside, seeing Qian Daoliu made her complain and resent him continuously, producing endless resentment.

As the Rakshasa God feasted on the resentment produced by Bibi Dong, she muttered, "Ungrateful wretch."

Although Bibi Dong was an ungrateful wretch, the God Trial still had to be given, and the Godhood still had to be passed on.

In the God Realm, the Rakshasa God Position was a hot potato that everyone despised.

Her true body had long wanted to pass down the Rakshasa God Position, but unfortunately, she had never found a suitable candidate.

After finally encountering such an excellent seedling as Bibi Dong, who possessed twin top-tier evil martial souls and was filled with resentment—

Even if she was an ungrateful wretch who knew no gratitude, what needed to be given still had to be given.

She would not generously bestow a God-Given Spirit Ring upon a God Trial participant like Sea God Poseidon did.

Rakshasa God: An ungrateful wretch does not deserve good things from me.

Golden Crocodile Douluo watched Bibi Dong's departing figure and advised Qian Daoliu, "Grand Worship Elder, spoiling Bibi Dong so endlessly is not a good thing."

"It's fine. I know what I'm doing." Qian Daoliu waved a hand, completely unconcerned.

Golden Crocodile Douluo held his forehead, unable to bear watching any longer.

He truly did not know what Qian Daoliu was thinking.

He was so harsh toward his biological son, carrying frugal parenting through to the end.

Yet toward Bibi Dong, who had no blood relation to him, he indulged her without restraint and fulfilled every request, thoroughly implementing lavish parenting.

Golden Crocodile Douluo understood why Qian Xunji had left for five years without ever returning home.

If it were him, he might have done the same.

After all, whoever wanted to do the Pope's work could do it. Golden Crocodile Douluo truly did not want to stay in the office processing documents any longer.

In Slaughter City, within Hell Road, inside the Asura God's Slaughter Origin Space, there was only white.

"You are the Secret Room Douluo, you are the Secret Room Douluo..."

Facing the impact of Killing Consciousness, Qian Xunji did not even raise his eyelids. He merely said flatly, "I am Qian Xunji, not the Secret Room Douluo."

Staying here for three years and being harassed by Killing Consciousness every day had truly been suffering.

Fortunately, the three-year deadline had arrived, and he could finally leave this shithole that had nothing in it.

Over the past three years, Qian Xunji had initially comprehended the Law of Slaughter, raised his cultivation to the Quasi-God Realm, and gained a certain grasp of spatial power.

Besides the Law of Slaughter, he had also comprehended the Law of War.

He combined Asura Killing Aura with the consciousness of battle, forming the embryonic shape of Asura Battle Qi.

Three years, thirty-six months.

He checked in on time every month and obtained Sword Separating the World.

Sword Separating the World—one sword breaking ten thousand techniques, infrared laser-guided, instantly killing powerful enemies.

On Douluo Continent, Sword Separating the World belonged to the category of immensely powerful divine skills.

Theoretically, as long as the body could withstand it, its power had no upper limit.

Divine skills had to be trained.

One Monster Reborn Magic Card could revive dead people and Spirit Beasts—even gods.

It was a good item, but it was left gathering dust in the System Space.

Qian Xunji: On Douluo Continent, I'm a lone wanderer. There's no one I want to revive.

He obtained five Senzu Beans.

A Senzu Bean could rapidly heal injuries after just one was eaten.

Even the Silver Dragon King, recovering from injuries at the bottom of the Lake of Life, could fully recover and return to her peak state after eating one Senzu Bean.

Giving Senzu Beans to the White-Giving Dragon and becoming a dragon rider? No way.

Naturally, Qian Xunji had diligently cultivated the secret techniques of the Yamanaka Clan.

Not recording Ning Hai's Heart Separation Control and Tang Chen's Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation, and Nine Heavens Hammer Arts would simply have been a waste of that knowledge.

The Level 12 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannonball, "Eternal Kingdom," was known as a god-slaying weapon.

Unfortunately, there was only one. Otherwise, he truly wanted to conduct a detonation test on Sea God Island and gather data to analyze its power.

As for the other check-in rewards, such as the Spirit Ring and Bone Deprivation Card, Child-Mother River Water, Evil-Warding Sword Technique, Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, Poison Scripture, Indomitable Staff Technique, and so on, they were all left gathering dust in the System Space.

He was a transmigrator with a System Mother. Why would he waste time cultivating something like the Mysterious Heaven Skill?

However, he still needed to diligently cultivate the Purple Demon Eye. Increasing his spiritual power was important.

The moment the time arrived, Qian Xunji, who had been meditating, stood up without hesitation and stepped out of the Asura God's Slaughter Origin Space.

The instant he emerged, the Asura God's voice sounded beside his ears.