Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

Morax was one of the oldest gods, having witnessed the battle between the First and Second Thrones.

The older a god was, as long as they had not been eroded, the stronger they would be, whether in terms of martial prowess or knowledge.

After all, some gods were not naturally suited for battle, such as the God of Salt and Baal.

Morax, the Geo Archon, wielded dominion over the land and could manipulate the power of the leylines.

His knowledge, memory, and strength were all formidable.

Their crossing between worlds was no accident, it had long been planned.

"Morax, I truly hope you'll rise once more and put an end to this new war of the gods."

"After all, this continent cannot withstand the turmoil of another divine conflict."

Paimon thought to herself, though outwardly she still wore her usual cheerful expression, looking no different from usual.

The continent of Teyvat was nearing its end.

This move, this technique, was called: the Art of Relocation.

Unfortunately, she had been groggy at the time and had unknowingly followed Zhongli to the Douluo Continent.

This led to a certain consequence, she could not determine who the next arrival would be.

She could only proceed step by step, pulling everyone over, pulling all of them over!

"Hehe, you didn't expect this, did you, Morax? The burden on my shoulders is far heavier than yours!"

"And yet you dare to slack off?"

"Still dreaming of retirement?"

Paimon let out a wicked chuckle.

There was no way she would allow Zhongli to retire, he would have to work for at least a few more thousand years.

"With great power comes great responsibility. You've rested for long enough, it's time for you to return to work."

In this world, there was no such thing as erosion.

Even if he "clocked in" for thousands of more years, he would still be the same Morax.

Little would Zhongli know that when he once again sought to lay down his burdens, it would be his own companion, Paimon, who would stab him in the back…

The two, each harboring their own thoughts, arrived at the Seven Treasures Hotel.

And sure enough, Qian Renxue had not deceived them, Seven Treasures Hotel had indeed introduced many new dishes.

The owner of the hotel, who was Ning Fengzhi's cousin, quickly came forward with a welcoming smile upon seeing them.

He was also a high-ranking member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and he was well aware of Ning Fengzhi's recent affairs.

Who would have thought that the secret to evolving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was so close at hand?

And that secret… was right in the hands of this Martial God.

Unfortunately, such a divine treasure existed in only one instance.

Even if another were to appear, it would not be his turn. After all, he was already of an advanced age, and his potential was limited.

Though he felt regret, he did not dwell on it.

Just look at Ning Fengzhi, even at his age, he was still striving to continue his bloodline.

He had to ensure he had many heirs to safeguard against unforeseen circumstances.

Only by having more children born with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could this martial soul truly be passed down.

If no child inherited the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, then its glory would be nothing more than a fleeting moment in history.

"Welcome, Lord Martial God, and Lady Paimon. The private room has already been prepared!"

Ever since Zhongli's first visit to Seven Treasures Hotel, that private room had remained off-limits to all other guests.

No matter when Zhongli arrived, he would always have a place to dine.

Even without Ning Fengzhi's explicit instructions, the hotel owner ensured this arrangement was upheld.

Of course, a place like the Seven Treasures Hotel was rarely ever filled to capacity.

A guest who could afford to dine there once a month was considered to have a small fortune. Those who could visit every half month were either from top-tier families or powerful individuals.

"Boss, we're here to try the new dishes you've introduced."

"Don't worry, we didn't bring any money, but you can put it on the Crown Prince's tab."

Paimon said this with a straight face. Having spent so much time with Zhongli, she too had developed a thick skin.

Hearing this, the hotel owner was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with confusion.

However, he was a clever man. After a brief moment of thought, he quickly understood the situation.

He let out a helpless chuckle but did not say much.

As for Zhongli's ties with the Body Sect, one could only say that there were still some lingering sentiments, but the gratitude had long faded.

He did not blame Ning Fengzhi. If he were in the same position, he too would have seized the opportunity to evolve the martial soul.

After all, this had been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's pursuit for thousands of years.

Due to the limitations of their martial soul, countless prodigies had been stuck at Rank 79, unable to break through.

Despite possessing the best resources, top-tier talent, and the most powerful auxiliary martial soul,

Their martial soul was both their greatest strength and their greatest weakness. Even the direct descendants of the sect could not reach Spirit Douluo rank, let alone Title Douluo.

"Understood, I'll make the arrangements right away."

"Please wait just a moment, honored guests!"

Paimon's blunt declaration of their stance was, in a way, a good thing.

Zhongli couldn't help but give her another look.

"It feels like Paimon has gotten a lot smarter."

"Her change must have happened in the past day or two."

"Earlier, she mentioned Osial descending upon the Douluo Continent…"

This was what puzzled Zhongli.

He and Paimon had crossed into the Douluo Continent due to an accident.

What Zhongli didn't know was that, had this accident not occurred, he would have been the only one to travel here.

The reason he was the first was simple, at that moment, his state had been unstable, and his power was overwhelmingly immense.

Even if Celestia itself had awakened, restraining him would not have been an easy task.

If even the hardest rock had reached its breaking point, then what kind of catastrophe must have unfolded in Teyvat?

After entering the private room, Paimon sat beside Zhongli, helping herself to some snacks.

Meanwhile, Zhongli quietly sipped his tea, lost in thought.

Neither spoke, each occupied with their own musings.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but before the food even arrived, a knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Zhongli, snapping out of his thoughts, glanced at Paimon before speaking toward the door.

With a creak, a beautiful figure appeared before Zhongli and Paimon.

She wore a white top and black shorts, her long, fair legs fully exposed.

"Well, there were supposed to be black stockings, but since it was my first time wearing them, I ended up tearing them…"

Qian Renxue said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Zhongli and Paimon exchanged looks, momentarily at a loss for words.

What was Qian Renxue even talking about?

So, what she meant was, she had transformed back into her original form and wanted to try on this style of clothing, right?

"Xue'er, quite the breezy outfit, huh?"

Paimon blurted out.

Qian Renxue's face reddened even further, but she still nodded.

"It feels a bit strange, but it really is quite… airy."

She rarely wore women's clothing, let alone something as revealing as this!

Even Paimon knew what was on her mind!

But Zhongli merely shook his head.

"In the end, she's still just a young girl. It's only natural for her to be curious and to take an interest in fashion trends."

Qian Renxue: "???"

Fortunately, she had no idea what Zhongli was thinking. Otherwise, she might have wanted to crack open his head to see just what was going on inside!

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Spoiler: From here on there will be many Genshin terms in upcoming chapters. I will try to explain as much as I can to all those who don't play Genshin Impact. If you still don't understand you can google or ask in comments.