Asura God: Merely a Savage World!

"Valuable?"

Xiao Yan watched Zhu Zhuqing carefully cradling the scroll and couldn't help but chuckle, waving his hand dismissively.

"In my storage ring, among the rewards from that person in the Heavenly Palace, this thing is at the very bottom."

"Practice hard. Once you master these Nether Ghost Shadow Steps, if you perform well, I might consider passing on another Dou Technique to you."

With these words, the entire Douluo Continent erupted.

Douluo Continent, Star Luo Empire.

Inside the vast Star Luo Imperial Palace's assembly hall, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The civil and military officials knelt across the floor, not daring to breathe, all eyes stealing glances at the man sitting on the pure gold dragon throne: the Star Luo Emperor.

The Star Luo Emperor no longer possessed his usual majesty and composure.

He stared fixedly at the light screen suspended in the center of the hall, his hands gripping the armrests of the dragon throne so tightly that the solid gold dragon-head carvings were nearly twisted out of shape.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot.

Just moments ago, he had watched his own useless son, Dai Mubai, grovel like a dog for half a scrap pill.

Immediately after, he watched Zhu Zhuqing—who should have been his Star Luo Imperial daughter-in-law—gain unimaginable fortune simply by choosing the right side!

That was a Profound-tier high-grade Dou Technique!

Although they didn't understand what "Profound-tier" meant, the titled Douluo present felt their scalps tingle as they watched Zhu Zhuqing create three afterimages with just a glimpse of mastery!

If such movement techniques were used on the battlefield, it would be like a grim reaper harvesting lives!

Not to mention that breakfast—eating meat from a ten-thousand-year soul beast as a meal?

Drinking medicinal pills like tea?

"What, what kind of sin have I committed!!"

Finally, the Star Luo Emperor could no longer suppress his emotions; he stood up abruptly and let out a roar.

He then kicked over the imperial desk in front of him, sending memorials scattering across the floor.

"Dai Mubai, that rebellious son! That piece of trash!!"

"Such heaven-defying fortune should have belonged to our Star Luo Imperial Family! It should have been used to strengthen the foundation of my Dai family's empire!!"

The Star Luo Emperor paced back and forth in the hall like a furious lion trapped in a cage.

Every time he thought of Zhu Zhuqing's current strength and potential, and then thought of the terrifying youth named Xiao Yan standing behind her, along with that unfathomable Heavenly Palace, his heart bled.

If only Dai Mubai had been a bit more competitive, if only he had shown a shred of backbone or a bit of intelligence like Zhu Zhuqing, and managed to cling to Xiao Yan's coattails.

Then it would be his Star Luo Empire taking flight right now!

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger—"

Below the steps, a white-haired old minister stepped out tremblingly, his voice shaking: "The most urgent matter now is not to blame the Third Prince, but to find a way to win back the Zhu Clan!"

"Miss Zhu Zhuqing is now a favorite of that Young Master Xiao, and a subordinate of the Heavenly Palace."

"If she harbors resentment toward the Star Luo Empire—"

The old minister didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood the implication.

If Zhu Zhuqing returned later with a mastery of divine skills, given her current resources and growth rate, combined with that vow to purge her clan, what could the Star Luo Imperial Family use to stop her?

Would they stop her with their heads?

Hearing this, the Star Luo Emperor abruptly stopped pacing, his gaze instantly locking onto the head of the military officials: the Patriarch of the Zhu Clan, who was currently wearing a complex expression of both excitement and terror.

The emperor, who had been furious a second ago, forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Minister Zhu! Quickly! Rise!"

The Star Luo Emperor didn't even care about imperial dignity; he rushed down the steps to grab the Zhu Clan Patriarch's arm.

"Oh, Minister Zhu, you have raised a good daughter!"

"I have always said that Zhuqing is a girl of extraordinary talent, a dragon among men, destined for greatness!"

"Seeing it today, I truly did not misjudge her!"

The Zhu Clan Patriarch stiffened, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Your Majesty, that is not what you said before, he thought.

But for now, he could only force a smile: "Your Majesty is too kind; my daughter was just lucky."

"Luck? That is strength! That is vision!"

After saying this, the Star Luo Emperor waved his hand, cutting him off. His expression turned solemn, and he shouted his decree before the entire court: "Hear my command!!"

"The Zhu Clan has raised their daughter well and has rendered great service to the nation!"

"Effective immediately, the Zhu Clan is named the First Protector Family of the Empire, exempt from kneeling before the monarch!!"

"Furthermore, I shall have the ten-thousand-year whale glue and that eight-thousand-year-old ginseng from the imperial treasury sent to the Zhu residence! To nourish Lady Zhu's health!"

"Minister Zhu, from now on, our two families shall be closer than kin!"

"If Zhuqing sends any letters back, or if she requires any local specialties from home, you must inform Us the very first moment!"

Looking at the humble, fawning Emperor before him, the head of the Zhu Clan felt both flattered and a surge of unprecedented superiority.

Is this what it means to have one person attain the Dao and have their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven?

Simply because his daughter became a guard in that world, even the Emperor now has to watch his expression?

That world is truly wonderful!

On the other side, at Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace, with Bibi Dong no longer presiding, the remaining red-robed and platinum bishops sat around a round table, their faces as pale as death, looking as if they were mourning their own parents.

On the Sky Screen before them, the moment Zhuqing executed the Nether Ghost Shadow Steps was being played on a loop.

"Too fast, it's truly too fast—"

A platinum bishop in charge of intelligence spoke, his voice as dry as if he were chewing sand: "According to a frame-by-frame analysis by the technical department, the burst speed Zhuqing achieved the moment she executed that combat technique reached three times the speed of sound!"

"And she didn't use a single spirit ring skill!"

"She relied solely on that so-called battle qi and the footwork from that scroll!"

"And this is only a Profound-tier high-grade technique? According to what that Xiao Yan said, this is bottom-of-the-barrel stuff?"

"If she were to master it, I fear even a Titled Douluo wouldn't be able to touch the hem of her garment, would they?"

These words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The reason Spirit Hall was able to rule the spirit master world was its monopoly on spirit skills and its accumulation of spirit bones.

Yet now, a tattered book casually tossed out by someone else possessed power exceeding their most treasured ten-thousand-year spirit bone skills!

"And that medicinal pill—"

Another bishop pointed at the bowl of Spirit Porridge Zhuqing had left over on the Sky Screen, his eyes filled with greed: "A single breakfast contains energy equivalent to a month of bitter cultivation for a Spirit Ancestor."

"Gentlemen, have you considered this?"

"If that Xiao Clan, or that Heavenly Palace, is truly as they claim, with such resources in abundance—"

"Then it would only take a year! A mere year!"

"That Zhuqing could be forcibly piled up from a Great Spirit Master into a Titled Douluo!"

"Perhaps even—surpassing a Titled Douluo!"

"When that time comes, what will we at Spirit Hall use to fight them?"

"The Angel Divine Light? Or us old bones?"

At this moment, everyone realized a terrifying truth.

The cultivation system that Douluo Continent took such pride in was, when faced with the dimensionality-reduction strike of that world's resources, like using spears and swords against machine guns; there was absolutely no comparison.

"Should we be doing something, too?"

In the corner, a young bishop spoke up weakly: "Since Zhuqing can join, why can't we?"

"Even though our Pope is gone, our Saintess has turned dark, and our elders have been captured to be used as fertilizer, we still have many people left!"

"What if we also pray to the Sky Screen, or even actively defect?"

"Even if it's just to sweep floors for that Xiao Clan, wouldn't we be able to eat that Spirit Porridge?"

Once this thought emerged, it grew like wild grass in everyone's hearts.

Faith?

The glory of the angels?

Don't make me laugh!

In the face of tangible benefits, in the face of all-you-can-eat ten-thousand-year spirit beast meat, who would still want to guard that broken statue that only knows how to crack and shed bloody tears?

Some bishops had even begun to secretly calculate whether they should pack up the remaining items in the Spirit Hall treasury to see if they could serve as a token of allegiance, just in case they were chosen by the Sky Screen one day.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, deliberation hall.

"Crash!"

This was the eighth exquisite jade cup Ning Fengzhi had shattered today.

But he no longer cared; even if this cup were worth a thousand gold, in his eyes right now, it was nothing more than a pile of meaningless, broken rocks.

Ning Fengzhi slumped on the Sect Master's throne, looking as if he had aged twenty years.

His originally scholarly face was now filled with decadence and jealousy.

He stared fixedly at the Nether Ghost Shadow Steps scroll in Zhuqing's hand on the Sky Screen.

"Profound-tier high-grade, given away casually."

"Bottom-of-the-barrel stuff."

Ning Fengzhi let out a bitter laugh, turning his head to look at the empty great hall.

Uncle Sword was gone, and his daughter had gone off to be a pet.

Now, even the title he was most proud of—the richest man in the world—had been trampled underfoot by that single word "bottom-tier" from Xiao Yan.

"To collect a single self-created soul skill, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can spend millions of gold soul coins and rack up countless favors."

"To raise a sect disciple's soul power by a single level, we can exhaust countless rare medicinal herbs."

"But look at them!"

Ning Fengzhi pointed at the Sky Screen, his finger trembling violently, his voice hoarse: "A mere guard! A servant who just joined!"

"They eat spirit herbs we wouldn't even dare to imagine! They practice divine skills we have never even seen!"

"And it's given away for free! All you can eat!!"

"How unfair this world is!!"

Why was it Zhu Zhuqing?

Why wasn't it his Rongrong?

In terms of talent, in terms of background, in what way was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not better than that Star Luo Imperial Family?

In terms of appearance, Rongrong did not lose to that Zhu Zhuqing either!

"If only Rongrong hadn't been sent to that so-called Great Gan Dynasty back then."

"If only Rongrong could have met a master like Xiao Yan."

"Even if it meant being a maid for Xiao Yan."

"As long as she could eat that mouthful of Spirit Porridge, as long as she could learn a move or two."

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could have broken the curse that auxiliary-type soul masters cannot fight!"

"Alas, one wrong step, and every step is wrong—"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the spirited appearance of Zhu Zhuqing on the Sky Screen, then thought of the miserable state of his own daughter in the harem, having her face scratched by a cat and still having to thank them for it.

"Pfft."

A surge of pent-up frustration struck his heart, and Ning Fengzhi fainted once again.

God Realm, Committee.

Unlike the despair and shock in the lower realms, the Douluo God Realm at this moment was shrouded in clouds, magnificent and golden, filled with a sense of lofty superiority.

Around the round table, the five great enforcers were gathered together.

Poseidon, wearing blue battle armor, looked at the images on the Sky Screen, a sneer of disdain appearing on his face.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants from the lower realms; they truly have never seen the world."

Poseidon swirled the wine glass in his hand, his tone filled with contempt: "Just some food with slightly denser energy, some mortal combat techniques that are slightly more refined, and it scares them like this?"

"That so-called Nether Ghost Shadow Steps, it looks flashy, but under the lock of this Seat's divine sense, it has nowhere to hide."

"As long as this Seat moves a finger, that so-called movement technique is nothing but a joke."

Beside him, the Asura God also had a cold expression, nodding slightly: "The energy within that Xiao Yan is impure and chaotic; although his explosive power seems strong, it lacks the baptism of laws."

"The so-called Battle Qi is merely a low-level brute force."

"Without a God Position, without a God Ring, he is ultimately just a mortal."

The God of Destruction let out a cold snort, purple destructive energy surging around him: "What this Seat hates most is that Heavenly Palace playing god."

"What cultivation method? What 'no bottlenecks'?"

"Boastful nonsense!"

"On the path of cultivation, laws are paramount. Their realm, built upon devouring flames and eating pills, has a shaky foundation and is vulnerable to a single blow."

"If this Seat were to descend upon that world—"

The God of Destruction clenched his fist, a flash of arrogance in his eyes: "This Seat would only need one Destructive Divine Thunder to turn that so-called Xiao Clan into dust!"

"As for that Lord of the Heavenly Palace—"

The God of Evil curled his lips into a playful arc: "I reckon he is just a pseudo-god who has barely touched the threshold of the laws."

"He acts like a tyrant in that world only because there are no true gods there."

"When the barriers of our God Realm open one day, I would like to go and meet him."

"Let him know what it means when true divine might is like a prison!"

The gods looked at each other and smiled, their laughter filled with contempt for the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

In their eyes, the Battle Qi Continent was nothing more than a barbaric land with a slightly higher energy level.

The people there did not understand laws, did not understand God Positions, and only knew how to crudely blast energy at each other.

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the Xiao Clan.

Beside the iron cage.

Zhu Zhuqing put away the scroll, but she did not leave immediately.

Holding the unfinished bowl of Purple Ginseng Spirit Porridge, she walked slowly toward the iron cage.

Catching the alluring scent and looking at his stunning fiancée so close at hand, a glimmer of hope ignited in Dai Mubai's eyes.

"Zhuqing, are you here to see me?"

"I knew you still had me in your heart—"

"Could you let me have a sip of that porridge? Just one sip! I'm starving to death!"

Dai Mubai reached out with his filthy hand, trying to grab the bowl.

However, Zhu Zhuqing merely looked at him coldly, her eyes devoid of the slightest ripple.

Splash!

Then, she flipped her wrist.

That bowl of priceless Purple Ginseng Spirit Porridge, enough to allow a Spirit Master to break through a level instantly, was poured out onto the ground outside the cage just like that!

"Want to eat?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was bone-chillingly cold: "Then lick it up."