Run if you like, but leave a couple handfuls of feathers for a duster
The threshold of the Heaven Dou National Treasury was flattened by three inches by ten donkey carts.
The old emperor lay on his dragon bed on Xue Ye his chief eunuch scrambled in, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "Your Majesty! It's terrible! Those bandits, Blue Tyrant, have emptied the national treasury so much that even a Haozi would be crying as it moves! Not only have they emptied the gold bricks and mother ore, but when they passed by the Inner Treasury's sacred altar, they also casually stole our Heaven Dou Imperial Family's national treasure passed down for eight hundred years... the 'Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud,' mistaking it for a small teapot for pickles!"
Xue Ye was so shocked by these words that he shuddered violently, a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! That thing is a sacred object worshipped by our ancestors! What are they doing with it?!"
"Your Majesty, that fat man said that blue triangular iron lump looked shiny and he planned to take it back to use as a small cutting board for chopping garlic... He even tore off the yellow silk mat on the cutting board to use as a dishcloth!!"
Xue Ye rolled his eyes back, infuriating the bandits so much that they fainted, and the palace instantly descended into chaos.
Outside Xizhimen, in front of Old Huang's Mutton Restaurant.
The two large, pure bronze gilded lions, which had just been taken from the imperial palace and treasury, were placed on the muddy ground at the entrance by Tai Long and Dai Mubai, one on each side, with a loud bang, causing the mud on the street to splash half a foot high.
It was steaming hot inside.
Ling Yun sat imposingly on the long bench in the center, holding a small, palm-sized, crystal-blue triangular object that shimmered with a faint, watery light—the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's national treasure, the Sea God's Heart, "The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud."
"Brother Yun, is this little trinket made of real gold and jade? How much can it be worth?"
Ning Rongrong stepped forward, her abacus still hanging around her neck, and a few large golden bird feathers she had just plucked from Qian Renxue's wing in her hand. While tying a feather duster, she glanced sideways at the blue blob.
"What a load of rubbish! It contains the remnant soul of that old Sea God."
Ling Yun put his hands in his pockets, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
With a slight shift of his Spirit Connection Realm Divine Sense deep within his brow, Greninja's Dark-type essence, mixed with high-pressure water energy, pierced through the core hole of the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud like an iron nail!
"Buzz--!"
A Sheer Force, furious scream erupted from within the blue triangular mound, "Which scoundrel dares to disturb my peace...?"
"Stop trying to act like an old man and act superior."
Ling Yun didn't even listen to him finish reciting his lines. With a flick of his palm, Water Blade swept across his palm, and the high-frequency, violent vibrations instantly shattered the oppressive aura of the remnant soul of the Sea God, forcefully unscrewing that bit of divine consciousness like a screw!
"Fatty, here you go."
Ling Yun casually tossed the deep blue triangular object, now devoid of light and only containing pure Water-type essence, to Ma Hongjun: "You just chewed Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent inner cores, and your body is too agitated with fire poison. Use this to cool down your belly button, so you don't wet the bed in the middle of the night."
"Alright, Brother Yun!" Ma Hongjun grabbed the artifact and, without saying a word, stuffed it under his pants to use as an ice pack, groaning with pleasure.
These Sea God Inheritance, supreme artifacts capable of harnessing the power of the ocean, have ended up in this run-down restaurant, one becoming raw material for a feather duster, and the other a cooling patch for a fat man's belly button.
At the same time, in the Worship Hall Spirit City.
The entire solemn and sacred hall stands atop the mountain, with thousands of golden rays rolling about.
The level 99 Peerless Douluo, the invincible Qian Daoliu, dressed in a golden robe, was meditating with his eyes closed beneath the Angel God Statue, exuding a profound and otherworldly majesty.
"Bang!"
The heavy, solid gold doors of the Worship Hall were slammed shut with a deafening roar.
Snake Lance Douluo She Long, covered in blood, tumbled into the hall carrying a figure drenched in sweat and tattered clothes, wailing and howling in despair.
"Great Enshrined!! Ancestor! Help! The young master had his fur plucked bald!!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, and the two God of Light beams of light that could Detect heaven and earth froze the moment he saw the person on the ground.
The usually noble and aloof granddaughter, Qian Renxue, was now lying on the ground, sobbing. Most glaringly, the three pairs of sacred Six-Winged Angel wings on her back had been stripped of a handful of primary feathers, revealing two bloody patches of flesh, making her look no different from a plucked old hen that had just been cooked!
"Xue'er?"
Qian Daoliu's divine power surged wildly, his golden hair standing on end in rage, causing the entire Martial Soul Mountain to shake violently. "Who did this?! Has Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect returned? Or has that old hag from Sea God Island come knocking on our door?"
Qian Renxue lay on the ground, her face covered in tears mixed with red oil foam, her teeth grinding together.
"Not Titled Douluo... but those blue-clad, peasant-like bandits from Heaven Dou City!"
Qian Renxue clutched the corner of Qian Daoliu's robe, crying her heart out, "Grandfather! They poured super spicy hot pot broth on my Angel Domain! They demolished the temple on Sea God Island, used a trident to crush sauerkraut, and now they're opening a fly restaurant in Xizhimen! They even used my sacred feathers to make a feather duster!"
Qian Daoliu lived to be over 120 years old, and his mind had never been so shattered in his entire life.
He had heard of people killing to steal bones, of people wiping out entire clans, but he had never heard of a peerless master fighting just to steal bird feathers to make feather dusters or to steal magical artifacts to press sauerkraut!
"You insolent brat! You unworthy child have insulted my divine might!"
Qian Daoliu so enraged that he nearly spat blood onto the face of the Angel God Statue. Nine radiant golden Soul Rings burst open behind him, almost collapsing the roof of the entire Worship Hall with his roar.
"Jiang Mo! Qian Jun! Follow me down the mountain! I'll skin those little bastards alive and use their skins as cushions for the idols!!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, outside Sea God Island, at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons Trench.
Doduo
The seawater was so black you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and the water pressure was so great it felt like tons of pig iron were being squeezed against your body.
Tang San, shirtless, was breathing with a hollow, rotten reed stalk between his teeth, and holding a rusty iron screwdriver in each hand, was desperately digging for a large black Pearl from a crevice in a deep-sea reef.
His entire body was covered in red bumps from the stings of the poisonous jellyfish in the water, his eyes were red and swollen from being Bubble seawater, and the whip marks on his back from the Sea God's deacon were excruciatingly painful from the salt Brine.
One thousand catties.
He spent a whole day and night in the dark seabed, scratching until his fingers bled, before he finally managed to pry out a large clam shell weighing about ten pounds.
Tang San was spitting out Bubbles, his eyes filled with a near-maddening resentment and self-deception.
"Heaven will entrust great responsibilities... and first test one's will... The Sea God is surely testing the Tang Sect's underwater breath-holding skills... As long as I collect all ten thousand catties of giant black Pearls... that divine position... that supreme divine power will ultimately belong to me, Tang San..."
"Pfft!"
Just as Tang San finally managed to pry open a giant clam, a passing ten-thousand-year-old Swordfish Soul Beast swung its tail, striking him squarely on the buttocks and instantly snapping the rotten reed in his mouth that was used for breathing into two pieces.
Tang San coughed up a mouthful of bitter water, his hands gripping two large, muddy clam shells tightly. His eyes bulged out, and he thrashed about in the black water like a giant monkey. The bloody mark of Deep-Sea Pearl Diving Slave on his forehead emitted a pitiful, desperate white smoke in the seawater.