At the thought, even Gu Yuena, half of the Dragon God, felt a shudder deep in her soul.
Because if that being descended upon Douluo Continent, surely it would take only a thought to wipe out the entire Soul Beast Clan, wouldn't it?
Elsewhere, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Rongrong, my Rongrong..."
Watching his daughter being taken away, Ning Fengzhi slumped in his chair as if all the strength had been drained from him.
Though his heart was still 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!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who stood nearby, was also weeping with age, but his expression looked much better than before.
"The Heavenly Palace seems to have unfathomable reserves. Since they paid such a high price to buy Rongrong, they surely aren't planning to torment her."
"Maybe, just maybe, this is a great opportunity for Rongrong!"
"If Rongrong can earn the favor of that power, even if she learns just a little—or even brings back one of those pills..."
"Then the landscape of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even the whole Douluo Continent, will be rewritten!"
Sure enough, after hearing this, Ning Fengzhi calmed down a little.
That was right.
It was a power that could casually give away divine-grade pills. If Rongrong really managed to establish herself there, this wouldn't just be a personal opportunity for her; it could also be the chance for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to soar!
"I hope so. I truly hope so..."
At the thought, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly pressed his palms together and silently prayed to the Sky Screen.
However, reality was often more cruel—and more dramatic—than one could imagine.
On the Sky Screen, the scene shifted.
Lin Shan tore through space with Ning Rongrong and, after only a few flashes, arrived above a resplendent imperial palace.
The Great Gan Dynasty!
It was one of the hundreds of low-level dynasties controlled by the Heavenly Palace. Though called low-level, even an ordinary commander of the imperial guards here possessed formidable strength!
"W-where is this?"
Ning Rongrong now huddled behind Lin Shan, staring at the seemingly endless palace complex below and the powerful auras soaring into the sky. She was utterly stunned.
She had thought she would be taken to some immortal paradise to cultivate, or that some great figure would take her in as a disciple.
But why wasn't things going the way she'd expected?
"This is the Great Gan Dynasty."
The young woman in green beside her seemed to notice her confusion and spoke coolly.
"It's just a small place under the Heavenly Palace. It's where you'll be working from now on."
"W-working?"
At that, Ning Rongrong was struck as if by lightning, her little face turning deathly pale.
She was the little princess of the mighty Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and they had spent a Sixth-Grade Pill to buy her back just to make her work? And in a place like this?
"Senior, I-I want to cultivate! I want to become stronger!"
Ning Rongrong summoned her courage and looked at Lin Shan, her voice trembling.
"I may not have your power, but I can learn! I'm very talented! Please, take me back to the Heavenly Palace!"
Hearing her from behind, Lin Shan stopped and turned around, casting her a cold glance. He still said nothing.
That indifference was more despairing than a refusal.
"Talent?"
The young woman in green beside them couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh at this, as if she'd heard a joke.
"The talent you're so proud of can't even match a handyman who sweeps the floors in the Heavenly Palace."
"Do you know how strong the guards at the Heavenly Palace's gates are?"
"Do you know how strong the maids who tend the Sect Master's flowers are?"
"With a body that doesn't even have any Dou Qi, you think you can enter the Heavenly Palace to cultivate?"
"Forget it. Being able to live comfortably in this mortal dynasty is already the Sect Master's greatest favor to you."
Before long, Lin Shan brought Ning Rongrong down in front of the imperial palace's main hall.
By then, the Emperor of Dagan had already led his civil and military officials in kneeling on the ground. They were all trembling, not daring to raise their heads.
"We pay our respects to the Elder of the Upper Sect!"
The Emperor of Dagan's voice trembled. To them, the Heavenly Palace was heaven itself, and Lin Shan was the envoy of a god.
"Rise."
Lin Shan casually tossed Ning Rongrong onto the ground, as if she were some worthless object.
"This woman was personally assigned by the Sect Master to work as a slave in your Great Gan harem."
"Though she's a slave, you are not to let her die."
At that, Lin Shan's gaze suddenly turned cold as he added:
"Also, without the Sect Master's instructions..."
"Anyone—yourself included, Emperor—who dares touch so much as a hair on her head..."
"Will have no reason to let the Great Gan Dynasty continue to exist."
"Yes, yes! This humble emperor understands! Even with a thousand times the courage, I wouldn't dare lay a hand on anyone from the Heavenly Palace!"
At this, the Emperor of Dagan kowtowed in terror, his forehead hitting the ground like a pestle. Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his dragon robe.
And so, after successfully delivering his instructions, Lin Shan didn't spare Ning Rongrong another glance. He flashed into a streak of light, shot into the sky, and vanished on the horizon.
Ning Rongrong was left alone, standing on the unfamiliar palace square. Watching the figure disappear into the distance, she felt utterly lost.
Seeing this, the people of Douluo Continent were left completely speechless.
They had originally thought this would be Ning Rongrong's opportunity, and that she might even be taken in as a disciple by some mighty figure in the Heavenly Palace and rise to the peak of her life. Instead, she'd been casually tossed aside and made a slave???
Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.
High above the clouds, in the Heavenly Palace.
Inside the cloud-wreathed Main Hall, Lin Feng looked at Ning Rongrong standing alone in the square of the Dagan Imperial Palace, seemingly lost and helpless, on the system screen, then casually closed the display.
He wasn't particularly interested in this so-called little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Just as the young woman in green had said, Ning Rongrong's aptitude wasn't even good enough to qualify her as a floor-sweeping handyman in the Heavenly Palace.
Letting her work as a slave in a place like the Great Gan Dynasty, where the spiritual energy was relatively abundant, was already a favor, considering she was a child of fortune.
"System, claim the rewards."
Lin Feng then leaned lazily against the back of his chair and spoke calmly.
[ Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully intercepting Ning Rongrong, the child of fortune of the Douluo Plane, and enslaving her. ] [ Main Quest: Display your reserves and awe the crowd (Completed). ] [ Distributing rewards...] [ Congratulations, host! You have gained +10% sect fortune! ] [ Congratulations, host, on successfully obtaining the fortune of the Douluo Plane. Fortune-devouring progress: 5 percent. ]
At the same time, the scene on the Sky Screen shifted.
The viewpoint instantly switched from the bustling Dagan Imperial Palace to the stone steps before a mountain gate wreathed in clouds, as if it were an immortal paradise.
By now, Bibi Dong had none of the dignity of an empress left.
Her papal robes, which symbolized the highest authority, were completely soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body, outlining a disheveled yet still breathtaking figure.
Her hair, once meticulously arranged, had also become somewhat disheveled, and a few strands clung to her pale cheeks.
"Haah, haah..."
Bibi Dong gripped the broken broom in both hands. Every time she swung it, she felt as if a mountain were weighing down on her arms.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.
She had been sweeping for four whole hours!
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