Chen Xin had completely lost it.
The Seven Kill Sword he had cultivated his entire life—
In front of that pool of water—
Felt like nothing more than a child playing with a wooden stick!
If he could just take a sip of that sword-washing water…
No—
Even a single breath of its aura!
He was certain he could break through to Rank 99 on the spot—or even ascend to godhood!
"Fengzhi… I… I want to go…"
Chen Xin turned to Ning Fengzhi, his eyes filled with pleading—like a child begging for candy.
"I want to go to that world too! I want to wash swords for that Immortal Lord as well!"
Ning Fengzhi: "…"
Bone Douluo: "…"
The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fell silent.
The dignified Sword Douluo—
Was actually crying and begging to become someone's sword-washing servant?
Was this the terrifying allure of a higher-dimensional world?
---
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy—
Dai Mubai's face darkened to the extreme.
His fiancée—
The Second Young Miss of the Star Luo Empire—
Was about to become someone else's sword-washing maid?
And judging from everything…
That position seemed far more honorable than becoming Empress of the Star Luo Empire!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
He slammed his fist onto the table, eyes bloodshot.
"That's my woman! Why?!"
"Who exactly is this Immortal Lord?! If you have the guts, come out and fight me!"
"What kind of skill is it to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything?!"
Tang San silently took a step back, looking at Dai Mubai like he'd lost his mind.
Fight?
You can't even scratch their floor tiles—
And you want to challenge their master?
---
Taichu Immortal Court — Menial Labor Peak, Listening Rain Pavilion
This was the residence prepared for Sword-Washing Maid candidates.
Though designated for servants, the place was exquisitely built.
Elegant pavilions, painted rafters, and pillars carved from ten-thousand-year spiritual wood filled the area, emitting a calming fragrance.
Zhu Zhuqing was assigned to a small courtyard—
Orchid Residence.
"Zhu Zhuqing."
An older maid responsible for etiquette training looked at her sternly.
"Being selected by the Immortal Lord does not mean you have ascended to the heavens."
"The Immortal Lord is a supreme existence above eternity itself."
"To serve him closely, you must pass strict selection and training."
"Your cultivation is too low. Your physique is too weak."
"And your body is tainted with too much filthy Qi from the lower realm."
She even waved her sleeve in slight disgust.
"For the next three days, you will soak daily in Marrow-Cleansing Spiritual Liquid."
"Only after shedding your mortal impurities will you be qualified to wear the sword-attendant attire."
With a clap of her hands—
Two attendants carried in a large wooden tub.
It was filled with milky-white liquid, with translucent flower petals floating atop it, releasing an intoxicating fragrance.
"This is…"
Zhu Zhuqing inhaled slightly—
And instantly felt every pore in her body open.
Even her spirit power began purifying itself automatically!
"This is Hundred-Flower Marrow-Cleansing Dew," the maid explained calmly.
"It is refined from the morning dew of a hundred spiritual flowers, combined with a single drop of diluted Fountain of Youth water."
"For servants like us, this is a rare blessing."
"Enter."
"Do not waste its effects."
Zhu Zhuqing did not hesitate.
She knew—
This was her opportunity.
---
She stepped into the tub before the entire continent's gaze.
(The inappropriate visuals were naturally obscured by the heavenly screen.)
Boom!
The moment she submerged—
A powerful yet gentle force surged through her entire body!
"Mmh…"
She couldn't help but let out a soft sound—half pain, half relief.
On the screen—
Her already fair skin became even more radiant, like flawless jade.
Dark impurities were expelled from her body.
These were the mortal impurities imposed by the Douluo Plane itself.
Behind her—
Her Hell Civet spirit manifested automatically!
But this time—
It began to change.
---
The originally ordinary black civet expanded in size.
Purple-gold patterns emerged across its fur.
Its eyes transformed—
One gold.
One silver.
And on its forehead—
A faint, ancient "Wang" symbol appeared!
A terrifying pressure, originating from the depths of its bloodline, spread across the Douluo Continent through the screen!
---
Star Luo Empire Palace
The Star Luo Emperor shot to his feet.
"Spirit evolution?!"
"Is that… the new form of the Hell Civet?!"
"That aura… it even surpasses the White Tiger Spirit!"
His entire body trembled with excitement.
"Heaven has blessed my Star Luo!"
"As long as Zhuqing returns, she will be the next Empress!"
"Anyone who dares object—I will wipe out their entire clan!"
---
But where there was joy—
There was also despair.
---
Shrek Academy
Watching Zhu Zhuqing undergo transformation—
Her beauty elevated, her aura refined—
Like a goddess descending from the Nine Heavens—
Dai Mubai's sanity finally snapped.
"No… no!!!"
His eyes turned blood-red.
His nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.
It felt as if something he had discarded as worthless—
Had suddenly become an unparalleled treasure—
And was now being claimed by someone else.
The overwhelming loss—
The crushing humiliation—
Drove him to madness.
"Zhu Zhuqing! You are my fiancée!"
"How can you do this?! How can you cleanse yourself just to please another man?!"
"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
He roared hysterically at the heavenly screen.
No trace of his former princely demeanor remained.
Only madness.
Even Oscar and Ma Hongjun looked away, unable to bear the sight.
"Boss Dai… she belongs to the Immortal Court now… you can't control her anymore…" Ma Hongjun muttered.
"Shut up!"
Dai Mubai snapped, eyes filled with killing intent.
"Fatty, do you want to die?!"
---
At that moment—
The scene changed.
Zhu Zhuqing had finished bathing.
She now wore a pale green Sword-Washing Maid candidate outfit.
The material shimmered faintly, outlining her figure while radiating an ethereal aura.
She stood quietly on the terrace of Listening Rain Pavilion—
Looking toward the distant Taichu Divine Palace, towering into the clouds, shrouded in endless Chaos Qi.
The coldness in her eyes—
Was gone.
Replaced by awe…
And a faint, unspoken anticipation.
"Immortal Lord…"
She whispered softly.
Though she had never met him—
Everything here—
Every blade of grass, every breath of air—
Had already carved an invincible figure into her heart.
Compared to that existence—
Dai Mubai…
Was less than nothing.
---
Hmph.
Suddenly—
A cold, indifferent voice echoed.
It seemed to descend from above the Nine Heavens themselves.
It wasn't loud—
Yet it carried absolute authority.
It resounded not only in Zhu Zhuqing's ears—
But across the entire Douluo Continent.
"Now that you are clean…"
"Come up."
"It is time to wipe my sword."
---
Boom!