The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud? Give It to Fatty as an Ice Pack

The thick threshold of the Heaven Dou Royal Treasury was flattened by three inches by ten heavy donkey carts.

The old emperor was Xue Ye on his dragon bed, gasping for breath, when his chief eunuch tumbled in, stumbling and falling to his knees on the gold bricks, wailing, "Your Majesty! We can't live like this! Those damned Blue Tyrant have emptied the national treasury to the point that even a mouse Haozi the winter would starve! Not only have they emptied the gold bricks and iron, but as they passed by the Inner Treasury's altar, they casually stole our Heaven Dou Imperial Family's most treasured possession for eight hundred years... the 'Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud,' even using it as a broken teapot!!"

Xue Ye shuddered violently at these words, a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, his old eyes widening as if about to pop out of their sockets. "What?! That's a divine artifact passed down from our ancestors! What are they going to do with it?!"

"Your Majesty, that fat man said that blue triangular iron lump looked cold and shiny, and he planned to take it back to use as a chopping board for mincing garlic... He even had the imperial yellow silk cloth on the table torn off by that little girl to use as a foot towel!!"

Xue Ye rolled his eyes back and let out a gurgling sound, which angered the unreasonable bandits so much that they fainted. The palace instantly turned into a boiling pot of chaos.

Outside Xizhimen, in front of Old Huang's Mutton Restaurant.

The two large, pure bronze gilded lions, which had just been taken from in front of the main gate of the palace, were slammed into the mud with a loud bang by Tai Long and Dai Mubai, one on each side. The impact sent mud splattering half a foot high into the air, giving the humble restaurant a grand appearance befitting a royal palace.

The restaurant was steaming hot.

Ling Yun sat imposingly on the long bench in the middle, holding a palm-sized, shimmering blue triangular object with rippling water patterns in his hand—the very same "Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud" that guarded the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

"Brother Yun, is this blue lump real gold and jade? How much is it worth?"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, Red-Gold Abacus still hanging around her neck, and a few large golden bird feathers she had just plucked from Qian Renxue's wings in her hand. She tied a feather duster with a thin thread while glancing sideways at the triangular object with greedy eyes.

"What a load of rubbish! It contains the remnant soul of that old Sea God."

Ling Yun had his hands in his pockets, a sly smile spreading across his face.

His spiritual energy deep between his brows suddenly shifted, and a violent force of water energy, a mixture of Water-type and Dark-type elements, pierced through the core hole of the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud like a red-hot chisel!

"Buzz--!"

A furious old man's wailing suddenly erupted from within the blue triangular mound. "Which arrogant bastard dares to disturb this divine realm...!"

"Don't try to act like a senior figure to me!"

Before Ling Yun could even finish reciting his opening lines, he twisted the Water Blade in his palm, and the deadly water force instantly shredded the remnant soul of the Sea God to shreds. With a pinch of two fingers, he forcefully pulled that lofty divine thought out of the enclosure like a rusty screw, crushing it into tiny, shredded pieces with a "plop"!

"Fatty, here you go."

Ling Yun casually tossed the deep blue triangular object, now devoid of light and only exuding Water-type, watery aura, to Ma Hongjun like a broken pot. "You just chewed the inner cores of Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpents, and your body is too agitated with fire poison. Put this thing under your crotch as an ice pack to cool it down, lest your crotch burn in the middle of the night due to excessive heat."

"Alright, Brother Yun!" Ma Hongjun grabbed the treasure and, without saying a word, stuffed it into his waistband. The icy touch made the fat man shiver and groan with pleasure.

This Sea God Inheritance, a supreme treasure capable of stirring up the vast ocean, was rendered useless in this run-down restaurant, becoming nothing more than a fever-reducing patch for the fat man's crotch.

At this juncture, in the Worship Hall Spirit City.

The entire hall was built on the very top of Martial Soul Mountain, radiating golden light. Qian Daoliu, a level 99 Peerless Douluo and invincible in the Qian Daoliu, was wearing a large golden robe and meditating with his eyes closed under the Six-Winged Angel statue, displaying a profound and otherworldly demeanor.

"Bang!!"

The heavy, solid gold door made a deafening thud when someone slammed their head against it.

Snake Lance Douluo She Long, his face covered in blood, carrying a figure drenched in sweat and dressed in tattered clothes, rolled into the main hall, wailing and lamenting.

"Great Enshrined!! Ancestor! Help! The young master had his fur plucked bald!!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his old eyes and stared blankly at the person on the ground.

The granddaughter Qian Renxue, who was usually aloof and arrogant, looking down on everyone, was now lying on the gold brick floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She reeked of an unpleasant, pungent smell of spicy mutton fat and garlic.

What's most glaring is that the three pairs of Six-Winged Angel wings on her back, which should have been clean and white, have had a handful of primary feathers plucked out from the very center! Exposing two patches of bloody, bald flesh, she looks no different from a speckled old hen that has just been thrown into a pot of boiling water and had half its feathers plucked!

"Xue'er?!"

Qian Daoliu was so angry that every strand of his golden hair stood on end, and the entire Martial Soul Mountain trembled. "Who did this?! Did that old ghost Tang Chen from the Clear Sky Sect sneak back? Or did that old Bo Saixi from Sea God Island come knocking on our door?!"

Qian Renxue lay on the ground, tears mingling with red oil foam, her teeth grinding together.

"Not Titled Douluo... but those peasant bandits in blue short-sleeved shirts from Heaven Dou City!"

Qian Renxue clutched Qian Daoliu's robe tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "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've opened a hole-in-the- Xizhimen restaurant in Xizhimen! They even forcibly plucked my divine 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 murder and robbery, of wiping out entire families, but he had never heard of a top master risking his life to steal a divine bird's feather to make a feather duster or a divine weapon to pickle vegetables!

"You insolent brat! You unworthy child have insulted my divine might!!"

Qian Daoliu was so angry that his throat felt sweet, and he almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the face of the Angel Statue. Nine golden Soul Rings behind him flashed brightly, nearly causing the roof of the Worship Hall to collapse from his shout.

"Jiang Mo! Qian Jun! Follow me down the mountain! I'll skin those little bastards alive and use their skin as step mats for the idols!!"

Ten thousand miles away, outside Sea God Island, at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons Trench.

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 dozens of huge Shi Mo were squeezing you.

Tang San, with his bare arms exposed, was breathing through a hollow, rotten reed tube he was biting down on, and holding a rusty, broken iron chisel in each hand. He was like a giant turtle, lying in the crevices of a deep-sea reef, trying to pry out the large black Pearls stuck in the rocks.

His entire body was covered in red, swollen welts from the stings of the poisonous jellyfish in the water, his toes were bleeding profusely from being pinched by large crabs, and the dozen or so whip marks on his back from the yellow-robed deacon, when soaked in salt Brine, caused him excruciating pain.

Ten thousand catties.

He stayed underwater in the dark water for a whole day and night, scraping so hard that all ten of his fingernails were flipped over, before he finally managed to pry out a heavy, muddy clam shell weighing about ten pounds.

Tang San was spitting out acidic Bubbles, his eyes were frighteningly red in the black water, and his mind was filled with the poisonous fire that was driving him to the brink of madness and self-deception.

"Heaven will entrust a great task to someone... but it will first test their resolve..."

' The Sea God is surely testing the Tang Sect's underwater breath-holding skills... This is all training! As long as I collect all ten thousand catties of giant black Pearls... that divine position... that divine intervention will ultimately belong to me Tang San...'

"Pfft!"

Just as Tang San had painstakingly pried open a large clam after scratching his finger.

A passing Swordfish sea monster, annoyed that he was blocking its way, swung its large tail and Sturdy Tang San squarely across the buttocks, instantly snapping the rotten reed tube in his mouth that he used to breathe in two!

"Gurgle--!"

Caught off guard, Tang San was suddenly forced to swallow a mouthful of the salty and bitter poisonous seawater that rushed into his trachea!

He gripped two large, muddy clam shells tightly with both hands, his eyes bulging out like a monkey that had fallen into a cesspool, desperately kicking and thrashing about in the dark water. The bloody mark on his forehead that read "Deep-Sea Pearl Diving Slave" shimmered in the icy water, emitting a deathly pale glow.