Bibi Dong Drinks Slop Water, Breaks Through Level 99 to Become a God!

This flame appeared gentle, yet it contained a heart-stopping, intense heat.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

In an instant, Yue Guan's formidable ninth spirit ability—that sky-filling barrage of golden petal blades—met the cyan flames. Like snow hitting magma, it didn't even last a second before being incinerated into nothingness!

Not even a speck of ash remained!

"Wh—what?!"

With his ultimate move interrupted, Yue Guan suffered a severe backlash. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at the old man with a face full of horror.

"Who are you?!"

The old man glanced at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the nine spirit rings circling Yue Guan's body. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by disdain: "What are these gaudy rings of light? Which savage tribe did you crawl out of?"

"I am Fama, President of the Alchemist Guild of the Jia Ma Empire."

"As for the one you just tried to kill—"

Fama pointed toward the Red Fire Pig, which was still calmly grazing, and said indifferently, "That is a medicinal pig I raise, used specifically to test the properties of the first-grade herb, the Yellow Chrysanthemum Herb."

"You destroyed my herb field and wanted to kill my pig?"

Upon seeing this sudden scene on the celestial screen, the people of Douluo fell into a deathly silence.

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Tang San stared fixedly at the light screen, his grip so tight that the Xuantian Record in his hands was nearly crushed to pieces.

"Yel—Yellow Chrysanthemum Herb?"

"A first-grade herb?"

"That is something that surpasses the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum; it is an immortal treasure among immortal treasures!"

"In this world, it's actually just a first-grade herb? And it's used to feed pigs?"

Tang San's worldview collapsed completely at that moment.

The herbal knowledge he had always taken pride in, the guide to immortal herbs he treated as his most precious treasure—before this high-dimensional world, it was nothing more than a collection of jokes!

What they called an immortal herb was nothing but pig feed here.

What they called a ninth spirit ability couldn't even withstand a casual flick of flame from this man.

"How are we supposed to play this?"

Beside him, Oscar slumped to the ground, his face filled with despair: "Our finish line isn't even as good as their starting point."

"The thing Chrysanthemum Douluo risked his life to protect is just a weed for feeding pigs in their eyes—"

"Is there any justice left in this world?"

Meanwhile, on the celestial screen.

Fama clearly had no interest in wasting words with this savage dressed in strange attire.

He looked Yue Guan up and down, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Eh? You seem to possess a very unique affinity for plants within your body?"

"Although your strength is lacking—not even a Great Dou Shi—this constitution is a natural Flower Farmer Saint Physique."

"It just so happens that the weeds in my herb field have been growing too fast lately; I'm in need of someone to fertilize and weed."

After saying this, Fama raised his hand in a grasping motion. An invisible soul force instantly locked Yue Guan in place, rendering him unable to move no matter how much he struggled.

"Since you're here, don't bother leaving."

"From now on, you will carry manure and fertilize the fields for me. If you do a good job, I might consider rewarding you with a few Yellow Chrysanthemum Herbs to eat."

With that, Fama casually tossed a hoe and two manure buckets to Yue Guan.

And just like that, a legend of the Douluo Continent, a Spirit Hall elder, and a level 95 Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, was forced to retract his martial soul under the gaze of the entire continent's spirit masters. With tears of humiliation streaming down his face, he picked up the two heavy manure buckets and began his career as a chosen flower farmer.

On the other side, Spirit Hall.

Elder Hall.

"No!!!"

Ghost Douluo let out a shrill, mournful wail, and in an instant, he seemed to age a dozen years.

If he had died in battle, it would have been a matter of being outmatched.

But carrying manure—

For a Titled Douluo who loved beauty above all else and suffered from mysophobia, this was a torture ten thousand times more painful than being sliced to death!

"Why, why did it come to this!"

Meanwhile, behind the celestial screen.

As Bibi Dong finished cleaning the steps of the Heavenly Palace once more, the old man appeared carrying a bowl of food.

"Since you've finished your work, you must eat."

"I figure you wouldn't know where to go, so I'll deliver your meal this last time. Remember to go collect it yourself next time."

After speaking, the old man casually beckoned, pulling a chipped, broken porcelain bowl from his sleeve; the rim was even stained with a bit of dark, grimy dust.

"Here, for you."

"I had them specifically save some broth for you to build up your strength."

The old man held the broken bowl out in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong tremblingly raised her head to look into the bowl.

But what on earth was this?

It was a bowl of murky, white liquid with a few withered, yellow vegetable leaves floating on top, along with a few hard, uncooked grains of rice, all emitting an indescribable, foul odor.

This was clearly nothing but slop!

The kind of cold, leftover swill that only pigs would eat!

"Sen-senior..."

Seeing this, Bibi Dong suppressed the urge to vomit, wanting to retort.

She had accepted being made to sweep the floors.

She had endured being treated like a slave for the sake of becoming stronger.

But forcing her to eat something not even fit for pigs was simply trampling on her dignity!

"What? You don't want to eat?"

Seeing this, the old man's gaze turned abruptly cold. The surrounding air instantly solidified, and a pressure ten thousand times more terrifying than the gravity on the stairs descended, pinning Bibi Dong down. "In the Heavenly Palace, wasting food is a grave sin."

"If you don't eat it, I'll pour it out for the dogs."

"But let me be clear: if you starve to death, I'll throw you off the cliff to feed the eagles."

"I'll eat, I'll eat..."

Feeling that tangible killing intent, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her fists clenched as she replied.

With that, she closed her eyes, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks, and with trembling hands, she lifted the broken bowl, tilting her head back to gulp it down as if it were poison!

Gulp.

As the cold, murky liquid slid down her throat, Bibi Dong braced herself for the disgusting taste and the churning of her stomach.

Yet, the moment that mouthful of slop hit her belly, she felt something else entirely.

Bibi Dong's eyes snapped open, her beautiful pupils dilating to the extreme, contracting violently!

That was no slop!

It was clearly a mass of energy so pure and concentrated that it was even more terrifying than the bowl of white porridge from before!

The next second, Bibi Dong let out an irrepressible muffled groan.

The energy was so dense that it surged like a rushing river, instantly flooding into her long-parched meridians!

Under the scouring of this energy, her meridians, which had been damaged from overexertion, recovered in an instant, becoming even tougher than before!

As for the floating, withered vegetable leaves, they transformed into a rich essence of life, frantically nourishing her internal organs.

It caused her body, which had become somewhat gloomy due to the Rakshasa God trials, to radiate an unprecedented vitality!

And those few hard, uncooked grains of rice, under the force of this pure power, directly shattered the indestructible level 99 bottleneck within her body!