The Pope Sweeps the Floor, Ning Rongrong Sold as a Furnace Cauldron?

They were an organization in Black Seal City specializing in human trafficking, peripheral members of the Blood Sect!

"You... what do you want?"

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated, instinctively bringing up her backers:

"I... I am the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"My father is Ning Fengzhi, and I have two Titled Douluo grandfathers!"

"If you dare to touch me, my father will kill you all!"

"Also, I have money! I have lots of money!"

As she spoke, she frantically dumped a massive pile of Gold Soul Coins from her storage Soul Tool. They glittered, instantly covering the ground.

However, she did not see fear in their eyes; instead, she saw gazes filled with even greater greed.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Never heard of that power. Probably some small family from a backwater mountain village."

The one-eyed man leading them picked up a Gold Soul Coin and squeezed it with a bit of force.

Crack.

The Gold Soul Coin turned directly into powder.

"Tch, so many impurities. It doesn't even compare to the lowest-grade gold coins."

The one-eyed man tossed the gold dust away with disdain, then let his gaze fall unscrupulously upon Ning Rongrong's graceful figure, licking his lips:

"But this little girl is a top-tier prize."

"Soft skin and tender flesh, and there seems to be a very special energy fluctuation on her body. She could practically serve as a top-grade cauldron!"

Hearing the word "cauldron," although Ning Rongrong didn't understand it, she instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Get away from me, I'm going to call for help!"

"Seven Treasures turn out, glazed!"

In her panic, Ning Rongrong directly summoned her Martial Soul. A gorgeous seven-colored pagoda appeared in her hand, and two yellow soul rings flickered.

"Oh? It can glow? A pretty little toy, that is."

The one-eyed man sneered, and his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

The next second.

Slap!

A crisp sound of a slap rang out.

Ning Rongrong was sent flying, her gorgeous Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda instantly shattered. One side of her cheek swelled up high, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"What kind of parlor trick is that?"

Following this, the one-eyed man grabbed Ning Rongrong by the hair, hoisted her up by force, and sneered:

"You have the nerve to embarrass yourself with this kind of useless energy that has no attack power?"

"In the Black-Corner Region, weakness is the original sin!"

"Take her back! A top-tier item like this will definitely fetch a good price at the auction house. Those old geezers who practice dual cultivation arts love these soft-skinned, tender-fleshed young misses the most!"

"No, let me go! Father, Sword Grandpa! Save me!!"

Ning Rongrong struggled desperately, but in the face of the one-eyed man's strength—comparable to a Da Dou Shi—she was like a chick held in a hand, completely powerless to resist.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Ah!!!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched as the princess he had held in the palm of his hand since childhood was dragged away by her hair like a dog, destined to be sold as some kind of cauldron. He went completely mad.

"Kill! I will kill them all!"

In an instant, terrifying sword qi rampaged through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, destroying countless buildings.

Ning Fengzhi spat a mouthful of blood onto his desk. Watching helplessly as his daughter was taken away, he felt as if all his spirit and energy had been drained from him.

"It's over..."

Forget about power; even the wealth they prided themselves on was worthless in that world.

As for the status they held so dear, it was nothing but a joke in that world.

Compared to the immediate disaster faced by the previous two, Bibi Dong's situation was slightly better.

At this moment, she was at the foot of a mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist.

This place was not as chaotic as the Black-Corner Region, nor as noisy as Qingshan Town; instead, it exuded a heart-palpitating tranquility.

"Cough, cough..."

Bibi Dong leaned against an ancient tree, her face deathly pale.

Even as a level 99 Limit Douluo, the moment she arrived in this world, she felt as if she were carrying the weight of an entire mountain on her back.

The circulation of her Soul Power felt sluggish, as if the rushing river within her had turned into thick, viscous mercury.

Is this the suppression of a higher-dimensional world...

Bibi Dong sensed the terrifying concentration of spiritual energy in the air, her eyes filled with both fear and a deep, burning desire.

If I could cultivate here, I would definitely become a god within a year!

She looked down at the jade slip she had obtained from the Novice Gift Pack.

The jade slip emitted a faint, phosphorescent glow; not only did it mask her aura as an outsider, but it also pointed toward a small path leading to the summit.

A sanctuary, is it...

Bibi Dong looked up, and deep within the clouds, she could faintly discern the corner of a heavenly palace suspended above the nine heavens.

Even from this distance, her two top-tier Martial Souls began to tremble uncontrollably.

What kind of existence resides there?

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, straightened her slightly damaged imperial robes, and struggled to maintain the dignity of a Pope before cautiously following the jade slip's guidance up the mountain.

She had a premonition.

This was her only path to survival, and the greatest opportunity of her life!

Little did she know that high above in the heavenly palace, Lin Feng was watching this climbing Douluo Empress with great interest through his system.

"Bibi Dong, is it..."

"She is much smarter than those two pieces of trash."

"Since the system sent you to my mountain gate, I shall grant you a chance."

"It just so happens that the sect is in need of someone to sweep the floors."

Lin Feng smiled faintly and waved his hand.

The Mountain-Protecting Mist that shrouded the path—mist capable of shredding a Dou Emperor—instantly parted to reveal a narrow gap.

Central Plains, at the foot of Heavenly Palace Mountain.

Every step Bibi Dong took felt like she was carrying a heavy burden.

The mountain path appeared ordinary, yet every single step contained a certain Dao rhythm, exerting a dual pressure on both her soul and her physical body.

"Haa... haa..."

After walking less than a hundred steps, this Limit Douluo—who stood high above all on the Douluo Continent and could even contend with divine inheritances—was already drenched in sweat. Her clothes clung tightly to her graceful, curvaceous body, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

How is this possible...

A storm raged in Bibi Dong's heart.

This Seat is a level 99 Peerless Douluo, a body of a demigod! How can I struggle so much just to climb a mountain?

Whose dojo is this, exactly?

She dared not use her Martial Soul Avatar, nor did she dare to release too much Soul Power.

Just moments ago, she had witnessed a massive bird attempting to fly over the mountain, only to be instantly pulverized into dust by an invisible ripple the moment it entered a hundred-meter radius of the peak!

The aura that bird had emitted was absolutely comparable to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

If even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast could be killed in an instant, what did that make her, a so-called Limit Douluo?

She had no choice but to climb!

Filled with awe for the unknown, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and inched her way upward, step by agonizing step.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

Everyone in the Martial Soul Hall held their breath, staring fixedly at the struggling figure on the light screen.

"Your Holiness..."

Hu Liena covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

In her memory, her teacher was always noble, composed, and incomparably powerful.

She had never seen her in such a disheveled state, panting like a mortal, unable to even stand up straight.

"That mountain is not right."

Qian Daoliu stood before the Worship Hall, his gaze profound. "Every stone on that mountain seems to contain laws even higher than the power of the Angel God."

Finally, after two full hours of climbing.

Bibi Dong finally broke through the thick sea of clouds and arrived at a platform halfway up the mountain.

The scene before her eyes suddenly opened up!

What came into view was a towering, massive stone gate, upon which two bold, sweeping characters were carved:

[Heavenly Palace]!

Just by glancing at those two characters, Bibi Dong felt a stinging pain in her eyes, as if her very soul were being sucked in and shredded. Terrified, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly at them.

"What is that?"

Just then, she noticed a medicinal herb field beside the stone gate.

Growing casually in the field were a few things that looked like mere weeds.

But when Bibi Dong clearly saw one small blade of grass emitting a purple halo, her entire body froze instantly.

"This, this aura..."

"Could this be a legendary immortal-grade herb? No, this is an herb countless times more precious than any immortal-grade herb!"

Back in the day, Yu Xiaogang had shown her an illustrated guide to immortal herbs. These things were divine objects for strengthening one's foundation and essence; in the Master's descriptions, they were priceless treasures.

Yet now, this priceless treasure was being grown as casually as a weed by the roadside, and there was even an unknown wild rabbit nearby munching on it!

Crunch, crunch.

The rabbit devoured the immortal herb—something that would drive a Titled Douluo to madness—in just a few bites. It then let out a satisfied burp, a golden light erupted from its body, and its aura surged instantly.

Gulp...

Bibi Dong swallowed hard, her worldview shattered into pieces.

Feeding immortal herbs to a rabbit?

What kind of divine place is this!

Just as Bibi Dong was shocked to the point of questioning her existence, an aged yet vigorous voice suddenly drifted out from within the stone gate.

"Where did this little girl come from? Sneaking about."

Bibi Dong was jolted, and she looked up.

She saw an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a tattered broom, walking slowly out of the gate.

The old man looked completely unremarkable; she couldn't sense any energy fluctuations from him at all, as if he were just an ordinary cleaner.

But having experienced everything that had happened before, how could Bibi Dong dare to judge by appearances?

She hurriedly straightened her attire, lowered her posture, and bowed slightly:

"Junior Bibi Dong has stumbled into this precious land by mistake. I hope you will forgive me, Senior."

This was the first time in her life she had referred to herself as a junior with such humility.

"Stumbled in?"

The sweeping old man cast a glance at Bibi Dong with his cloudy eyes and said indifferently:

"Without the master's permission, even a Dou Saint cannot enter this Mountain Protection Array. Since you were able to enter, it means the master has granted you an opportunity."

"Dou... Dou Saint?" Although Bibi Dong did not understand this realm, she knew from the name alone that it must be incredibly powerful.

"Since you are here, you might as well settle in."

The sweeping old man did not give her a chance to think. He casually tossed the tattered broom at Bibi Dong's feet, pointed at the long stone steps, and said expressionlessly:

"As it happens, the outer sect is short on chore disciples."

"Since you've come, you shall sweep these nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps clean."

"If you don't finish sweeping, you don't eat."

Bibi Dong looked at the broom at her feet, completely stunned.

Make her sweep the floor?

Make the dignified Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, the number one person on the Douluo Continent, sweep the floor here?!

A sense of humiliation surged into her heart instantly, and Bibi Dong's fists clenched subconsciously.

"What? Unwilling?"

Seeing this, the old man raised an eyebrow slightly, and the aura that had been completely unremarkable a moment ago leaked out just a tiny bit.

BOOM!

In an instant, Bibi Dong felt as if the entire sky had collapsed and was pressing down upon her!

It was an aura countless times more terrifying than any so-called divine might!

Crack!

Her knees went weak, and even though she used every ounce of her Soul Power to resist, she couldn't stop herself from kneeling!

The bluestone slabs on the ground cracked instantly.

"Pfft!"

Bibi Dong spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning as pale as paper, her eyes filled with terror.

It was merely a sliver of aura—this old man sweeping the floor had released just a sliver of aura, and it had nearly crushed her, a Limit Douluo, to death!

Is... is this a God King? No, even the God Kings of the God Realm aren't this strong!

Bibi Dong roared frantically in her heart, then completely accepted the reality of her situation.

Here, she was no Pope; she was likely worth less than an ant!

"This... this junior is willing!"

After speaking, Bibi Dong tremblingly picked up the broom.

"Hmm, you know what's good for you."

Seeing this, the old man slowly retracted his aura, returning to his frail, candle-in-the-wind appearance. He tossed out one sentence before turning to leave:

"Work hard. If you sweep it clean, I'll reward you with something."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong, who had previously felt nothing but humiliation, saw her eyes light up in an instant.

A reward?

She could get a reward just for sweeping the floor?

In that moment, all thoughts of the Pope's dignity or the pride of a powerhouse were cast to the winds.

"Rest assured, Senior, I will definitely sweep it spotlessly clean!"

The next second, Bibi Dong gripped the broom as if it were her scepter, even going so far as to actively channel her Soul Power to sweep away the dust.

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the Douluo Continent, everyone had turned to stone.

Watching the light screen, they saw the Pope, who had once held dominion over the world, now working diligently to sweep the floor just to receive a reward.

Every soul master felt their faith crumbling.

"Is... is that really our Pope?"

"A level 99 Limit Douluo, acting as a gatekeeper and sweeping floors for someone else?"

"The most critical part is that the strength of that old man sweeping the floor seems to be truly stronger than a god!"

"Good heavens, what kind of background does that sect have? If even the person sweeping the floor is such a peerless powerhouse, what must the Sect Master be like?"

At this moment, both the so-called Heavenly Palace and the never-before-seen Sect Master were shrouded in mystery in the hearts of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

And at this time, on the other side of the Black-Corner Region.

Ning Rongrong was locked in a filthy iron cage, a thick iron chain around her neck, surrounded by a group of equally ragged slaves.

"Daddy, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, please come and save Rongrong, wuwuwu..."

"Stop crying! If you cry again, I'll cut your tongue out!"

The mercenary on guard lashed his whip against the iron cage, scaring Ning Rongrong so badly that she shuddered, curling up in the corner and trembling as she hugged her knees.