Entering the Heavenly Palace? You're Not Worthy! Enslaving Ning Rongrong, System Reward!

Thinking of this, even Gu Yuena, who was half of the Dragon God, felt a shudder from the depths of her soul.

Because if that existence were to descend upon the Douluo Continent, a single thought would likely be enough to completely wipe out the entire soul beast race, would it not?

On the other side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Rongrong, my Rongrong..."

Watching his daughter being taken away, Ning Fengzhi slumped into his chair as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

Although his heart remained filled with worry, at least this was far better than falling into the hands of that perverted old man.

"Sect Master, this is a good thing!"

Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, though also streaming with tears, looked much better than he had moments ago.

"That Heavenly Palace appears to have an unfathomable foundation. Since they spent such a high price to buy Rongrong, they certainly wouldn't have done it just to torture her."

"Perhaps, perhaps this is a stroke of fortune for Rongrong!"

"If Rongrong can gain the appreciation of that power, even if she only learns a little bit, or even brings back one of those medicinal pills..."

"The landscape of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or even the entire Douluo Continent, would be rewritten!"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi calmed down slightly.

Indeed.

That was a power that could casually give away god-tier medicinal pills. If Rongrong could truly gain a foothold there, it would not only be her personal opportunity, but also a chance for the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to ascend!

"I hope so, I truly hope so..."

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi quickly pressed his palms together and began to pray silently toward the sky screen.

However, reality is often crueler and more dramatic than one imagines.

On the sky screen, the scene shifted.

Lin Shan tore through the void with Ning Rongrong, and in just a few flashes, they arrived above a magnificent, golden imperial palace.

The Great Gan Dynasty!

This was one of the hundreds of low-level dynasties controlled by the Heavenly Palace. Although it was called low-level, even a random commander of the Imperial Guard here possessed formidable strength!

"Where... where is this?"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong huddled behind Lin Shan, staring in shock at the endless expanse of palaces below and the powerful auras soaring into the sky.

She had assumed she would be taken to some fairyland to cultivate, or perhaps taken in as a disciple by that great figure.

But why was the plot developing so strangely?

"This is the Great Gan Dynasty."

The girl in green beside her seemed to perceive her confusion and spoke indifferently:

"It is merely a small place under the Heavenly Palace, and it is where you will be working from now on."

"Work... work?"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her small face turning deathly pale.

She, the dignified little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had been bought with a grade-six medicinal pill just to be put to work? And in a place like this?

"Senior, I, I want to cultivate! I want to become stronger!"

Ning Rongrong gathered her courage to look at Lin Shan, her voice trembling as she spoke:

"Although I don't have your power, I can learn! I have great talent! Please, I beg you to take me back to the Heavenly Palace!"

Hearing the words from behind him, Lin Shan stopped in his tracks, turned around, and swept an indifferent glance at her, still saying nothing.

That kind of disregard was more despairing than a refusal.

"Talent?"

Instead, the girl in green beside them couldn't help but scoff upon hearing this, as if she were listening to a joke:

"Your so-called talent wouldn't even compare to a servant sweeping the floors in the Heavenly Palace."

"Do you know what kind of strength the guards who watch the gates of the Heavenly Palace possess?"

"Do you know what kind of strength the handmaidens who plant flowers for the Sect Master possess?"

"With a body like yours that doesn't even have Dou Qi, you still want to enter the Heavenly Palace to cultivate?"

"Save it. Being able to live a life free of worry in this mortal dynasty is already the greatest grace the Sect Master has bestowed upon you."

Soon, Lin Shan landed with Ning Rongrong in front of the imperial palace hall.

At this moment, the Emperor of the Great Gan Dynasty had already led his civil and military officials to kneel on the ground, each of them trembling, not daring to even lift their heads.

"Greetings to the Elder of the Upper Sect!"

The Emperor of the Great Gan Dynasty's voice trembled, for to them, the Heavenly Palace was the heavens themselves, and Lin Shan was the messenger of the gods.

"Rise."

Lin Shan tossed Ning Rongrong onto the ground as casually as if she were a worthless object.

"This woman is a slave whom the Sect Master personally ordered to be placed in your Great Gan inner palace to perform farm work."

"Though she is a slave, you are not permitted to let her die."

Having said this, Lin Shan's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he added:

"Furthermore, without the Sect Master's instructions,"

"Anyone, including you, the Emperor, if you dare to lay a finger on her..."

"The Great Gan Dynasty will have no need to exist."

"Yes, yes, yes, this little emperor understands! Even if this little emperor had ten thousand guts, I would not dare to touch someone from the Heavenly Palace!"

Hearing this, the Emperor of the Great Gan was so terrified that he kowtowed like a pestle hitting a mortar, cold sweat instantly soaking the dragon robe on his back.

Just like that, having finished his instructions, Lin Shan did not even glance at Ning Rongrong again before his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the sky and vanished beyond the horizon.

He left Ning Rongrong all alone, standing solitary in the unfamiliar palace square, watching that retreating figure with a heart full of bewilderment.

As for the people of the Douluo Continent, they were left completely speechless at the sight.

They had originally thought this would be Ning Rongrong's great opportunity, perhaps even leading to her being taken as a disciple by that big shot from the Heavenly Palace to reach the pinnacle of life, yet she had been tossed aside like a slave???

Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

High above the nine heavens, in the Heavenly Palace.

Inside the cloud-shrouded main hall, Lin Feng watched Ning Rongrong, who stood alone and bewildered in the Great Gan palace square on the system screen, and casually closed the projection.

He truly had no great interest in this so-called little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Just as that girl in green had said, in the Heavenly Palace, Ning Rongrong's aptitude did not even qualify her to be a sweeping servant.

Allowing her to serve as a slave in a place like the Great Gan Dynasty, where spiritual energy was relatively abundant, was already a concession made solely because she was a daughter of destiny.

"System, settle the rewards."

Lin Feng then leaned back lazily against his chair and spoke indifferently:

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully intercepting the daughter of destiny of the Douluo Plane, Ning Rongrong, and enslaving her.]

[Main Quest: Display Foundation, Shock the Audience (Completed).]

[Rewards being distributed...]

[Congratulations to the Host, Sect Luck Value +10%!]

[Congratulations to the Host for successfully acquiring the luck of the Douluo Plane, Luck Devouring Progress: 5%]

At the same time, on the sky screen, the imagery shifted.

The perspective instantly switched from the bustling Great Gan palace to a set of stone steps before a mountain gate, shrouded in mist and resembling a fairyland.

At this moment, where was there any trace of Bibi Dong's papal majesty?

Her papal robes, which symbolized supreme power, were now completely soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining a disheveled yet still breathtaking silhouette.

The hair bun that had once been meticulously styled was now somewhat messy, with a few strands of hair clinging to her pale cheeks.

"Hah... hah..."

Bibi Dong gripped that tattered broom tightly with both hands; every time she swung it, it felt as if a massive mountain were pressing down upon her arms.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

She had been sweeping for four full hours!