Snake Lance Douluo's explanation was so simple—so stupid—that Qian Renxue nearly fainted from sheer rage.
Across from her, Ning Fengzhi watched the Holy Maiden frantically scrubbing her hands as though she wanted to peel her own skin off.
The frustration burning in his chest—the humiliation of nearly being smeared by that object—mysteriously lessened.
At least… it hadn't touched him.
Instinctively, he looked at Sword Douluo beside him.
Sword Douluo was staring at his Seven Kill Sword—no, into it—his gaze hollow, soul drifting somewhere between enlightenment and existential collapse.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Is the path of the sword still salvageable?
Compared to that, Ning Fengzhi thought, maybe he wasn't the most miserable person here after all.
When he looked at Qian Renxue again, the shock and fury in his eyes had unexpectedly transformed… into admiration.
As expected of Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden—bold enough to wield such a devastating "weapon" with her bare hands.
This level of courage was unprecedented.
Just as Qian Renxue was "educating" Snake Lance Douluo with fists and kicks, a voice roared down from the sky.
"Fengzhi, you old scoundrel! Who dares steal from the Heaven Dou imperial treasury?!"
The voice arrived before the person.
A thin but broad-shouldered figure slammed into the ground—Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.
His eyes swept the scene like a radar—
A troop of black-clad Spirit Hall members retreating in neat formation.
A stunning blond woman beating her subordinates as though they owed her a kingdom.
And finally, his Sect Master and Sword Douluo standing there like wooden statues… with expressions that made him question reality itself.
Bone Douluo scratched his head.
His gaze landed on the two golden halves lying at Ning Fengzhi's feet.
"Hoh? The fight got intense, huh? Someone split a pot?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched violently.
A pot?
Your ancestors must've cooked with these, right?!
Before he could explain, Qian Renxue finally stopped beating Snake Lance and noticed Bone Douluo.
Her heart instantly sank.
Another one!
And not just anyone—Bone Douluo, one of the hardest tanks to deal with on the continent!
"Move!"
The mission now was to get their "special cargo" back to Spirit City safely.
Azure Luan Douluo could restrain Sword Douluo, but Snake Lance and Porcupinefish were absolutely no match for a Level 95 Bone Douluo.
And Ning Fengzhi was standing right there—ready to buff his own Titled Douluo at any moment.
"Snake Lance! Porcupinefish!"
Qian Renxue whipped around and roared,
"Protect the goods! Stay close!"
The "goods," of course, were the human-shaped tool carriers stuffed full of spirit tools and barely able to walk.
Inside those burdens… was her future status in Spirit Hall for the next ten, fifty, possibly even a hundred years!
Snake Lance and Porcupinefish shuddered awake.
They stopped thinking entirely and rushed to guard the overloaded "mobile treasury" on both sides.
They had no time to waste!
Heaven Dou City's defenses were converging rapidly—armor clanking, shouts filling the air.
This was the imperial palace, not the countryside.
Every second counted.
"Trying to escape?! Old scoundrel, stop them!"
Bone Douluo roared, ready to team up with Sword Douluo.
But the "old scoundrel" he referred to—Sword Douluo—was still standing blankly, stuck in existential limbo.
He wasn't just lacking fighting spirit.
His soul had left his body.
His mind replayed the scene again and again:
In the future… whenever he brandished his Seven Kill Sword… the enemy wouldn't tremble in fear. They'd laugh. Point at his blade. And shout—
"I know that sword! That sword cut a chamber pot!!"
Sword Douluo wanted to cry.
Bone Douluo looked at his partner—completely AFK—and cursed him silently as "utterly useless."
Left with no choice, he stepped forward alone and prepared to unleash his spatial abilities.
"Uncle Gu! Don't chase!"
Ning Fengzhi's nearly distorted voice stopped him.
Bone Douluo turned back in confusion.
"Why not?! That woman's clearly the leader! Her strength isn't even that great! Capture her and the rest won't escape!"
Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched violently.
He didn't speak.
He just pointed at the two halves of golden… objects… on the ground.
His expression was indescribable.
"Do you… want her to throw another one?"
"?"
Bone Douluo blinked.
What was so scary about a broken pot?
Since when was Ning Fengzhi this cowardly?
But trusting his old friend, he crouched down to inspect the two halves again.
Then—
His nose twitched.
He leaned closer.
The wind, at that exact moment, fell still.
Lingering in the air was the final trace of that "dragon qi"—the most concentrated, most ancient, most catastrophic wisp… that had refused to disperse.
Bone Douluo inhaled it.
His eyes widened.
Then—
His face turned from dark to green in a single heartbeat.
"Ugh—!!!"
The Level 95 Titled Douluo staggered to a pillar and vomited uncontrollably.
One powerhouse was in a mental breakdown.
The other was emptying his stomach.
Under such divine assistance—
Qian Renxue and her group carried half the imperial treasury and successfully broke through, disappearing into the night.
Only Sword Douluo—reflecting on life—
and Bone Douluo—vomiting his organs out—remained.
Ning Fengzhi looked at his two guards, now reduced to a pair of tragic comic figures, and sighed deeply.
In the end, he decided to report everything to Emperor Xue Ye first.
Before leaving, he instructed his subordinates to collect the two halves of the golden chamber pot…
No one knew that—
For a very, very long time afterward…
A legend would quietly spread across the continent.
A tale known as—
"The Heaven Dou Chamber Pot Incident."
According to a half-delirious royal guard who survived that night:
Qian Renxue, Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, strolled leisurely through an army.
Facing the encirclement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and two Titled Douluo—
She merely smiled.
Then, with a flick of her hand, she unleashed a divine tool from the heavens.
No one knew its real name.
Those who had witnessed it could only cry, unable to put its power into words.
Thus it was titled:
[Heavenly Mandate of Imperial Power · Golden Dragon Qi Pot]
Within it was sealed the "Imperial Qi" of a thousand years—enough to overturn dynasties.
Once revealed, winds and clouds shifted, sun and moon dimmed.
A single strike shattered Sword Douluo's swordsmanship and sword heart.
He fell on the spot.
Ning Fengzhi—world's number one support.
He didn't even dare activate the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda against the Golden Dragon Qi Pot.
He was frozen in terror.
Bone Douluo arrived later—
But a single whiff of its aura reversed his soul power flow.
He vomited uncontrollably.
He later claimed he saw his great-grandmother waving at him from the heavens.
From that day forward—
Whenever the continent's powerhouses spoke of that woman…
Their faces inevitably carried deep, reverent fear.
The rumors ultimately converged into one unanimous conclusion:
**Qian Renxue, Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall—
far too terrifying.**
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